If Ryun had been awake, Gyeom could have made him lick his cock, or wrap his hand around it and stroke it himself.
Gyeom swallowed down the disappointment and lowered Ryun’s thighs from his shoulders, then laid Ryun flat on his back and pressed his legs together.
“Ryun probably wants your hyung to take you already… but the hole is hard to use right now, so bear with the thighs for a bit. Sorry.”
Yeah, fine, just hurry up and do it.
Ryun replied flatly, his words going unheard.
Gyeom squeezed a line of gel between Ryun’s thighs, then pulled the legs together around himself and pushed his hard, burning cock into the slick gap between them.
“Hhaaa—!”
Fuck, this feels so good too. Gyeom shuddered and let out a low moan.
With both arms wrapped tight around Ryun’s legs, Gyeom began to thrust, working himself between Ryun’s thighs.
Ryun had figured it wouldn’t be much fun since it wasn’t his mouth or his hole — but maybe it was because the friction was close to his cock? Or maybe there was something arousing about being used like a toy? Either way, he could feel himself growing hard.
“Hnnn….”
“Hh, hh… Ryun. You’re getting off on having your thighs fucked too? You’re really something.”
“Hng….”
“Is your whole body just one big erogenous zone, Ryun?”
Gyeom snickered and kept thrusting between Ryun’s thighs.
The soft, gel-slicked flesh clung snug around him, swallowing his cock with each thrust and pushing it back out again. And with every stroke that grazed it, Ryun’s cock swelled right alongside Gyeom’s.
Every time Gyeom reached over to stroke Ryun’s cock, the moans grew a little louder.
“Ryun, come with me. Come together with your hyung.”
Breathing in rough, ragged gasps, Gyeom matched the rhythm of his thrusts to the motion of his hand on Ryun’s cock.
At that touch, the body of the sleeping Ryun trembled and quivered.
“Hnng, ng… hh! Ahng, ng… uu….”
Whether from how desperately his cock was being worked, Ryun’s moans took on a wet, plaintive edge.
As Ryun whimpered and sobbed softly, Gyeom let a low curse slip from his lips.
“Fuck! Ryun. Ryuun. I love you. Hhh, your hyung was born to put his cock inside you, and Ryun was born to take your hyung’s cock — got it? If you even think about taking anyone else’s, I won’t forgive you!”
He growled his threat at the sleeping Ryun, and his thrusts grew faster and faster — until Ryun’s thighs burned hot from the relentless friction of his cock driving in and out.
Just as pale, milky cum surged from the tip of Ryun’s cock, Gyeom’s cock burst too.
“Hiing—!”
“Kgh!”
Gyeom came with his cock still buried between Ryun’s thighs, and his cum dripped down, soaking Ryun’s stomach.
He stared, dazed, as his own cum mixed with what had poured from Ryun’s cock, both pooling together on Ryun’s belly — his body still shaking through the aftershocks. When it was over, he spread Ryun’s legs apart.
The inside of Ryun’s thighs had gone red and raw from the friction of being fucked, and his belly, his groin, the space between his legs — all of it was slick and smeared with cum, gel, and precum.
“So dirty. God, Ryun.”
He gripped the tip of Ryun’s cock — still beaded with cum — and pressed down, and the small amount of cum still caught inside the slit was forced out in a slow, wet trickle.
Gyeom laughed quietly at the sight, then draped himself over Ryun and pressed his lips to Ryun’s mouth, which was parted with shallow, heated breaths.
Ah……
Light crept through the gap in the curtains, and Ryun lay there feeling the slow brightening of morning, waiting for his body to come back to him.
Apparently one round between his thighs hadn’t been enough — Gyeom had used them two or three more times before finally washing Ryun’s body clean.
Even during the bath, Gyeom had grabbed Ryun’s cock and played with it another couple of times — but regardless, he’d cleaned him properly, dried him off, dressed him in his pajamas, and put him to bed. He seemed reluctant to leave — he’d pressed his face against Ryun’s and peppered it with soft kisses before finally, grudgingly, dragging himself away.
Ryun had spent that quiet, empty night alone, and only when the morning light had fully chased away the small hours did his body finally wake.
We do this every day, but it still gets old.
Could he maybe just sit up right away for once?
It wasn’t something he could go to anyone about, so he’d have to figure out a solution on his own — but Ryun’s knowledge wasn’t quite up to that task.
Should I go into medicine?
Ugh, but studying is such a pain.
It wasn’t like the family was short on money, so his plan had been to coast into some easygoing program, burn through the family funds, and live the cozy life of a pampered freeloader.
His dad Haeseong doted on him no matter what he did, and Gyeom — who Ryun had thought disliked him — turned out to be one step away from losing his mind over Ryun too. He’d planned to bleed both of them dry and live at his leisure. But if he needed to understand what was happening with his own body, going into medicine might not be such a bad idea.
I’ve been studying decently enough… but med school is hard to get into and hard to survive once you’re in… it’s a lot to think about.
Hmm, what to do, what to do — as Ryun was still turning it over in his mind, his body finally fully came back to him, and the moment he tried to sit up, a groan tore out of him.
“Ow—!”
It stings! More than his nipples!
Greeted by yet another morning with an unsettling sense of déjà vu, Ryun blinked back tears at the pain flaring through his thighs with every movement and pulled his pants off.
“Good lord.”
The insides of his thighs were bright red and burning hot. Like a friction burn.
Hyung, isn’t this a bit much? Sure, he’d enjoyed it himself — but he was the only one left hurting, which felt deeply unfair.
The pleasure of those moments was long gone, and only a stinging ache remained in his body. Meanwhile, his hyung was probably somewhere reliving nothing but the good parts, pain-free. The injustice of it had Ryun grinding his teeth. He flung his door open and went thundering downstairs.
“Hyung!”
Sure enough, Gyeom was at the dining table eating cereal — same as always. He glanced over at Ryun charging toward him and then spat his cereal clean across the table.
“Phwhat—! You — Ryun! You—!”
He stared in horror at Ryun sprinting toward him bottomless.
Ryun had fixed a cold little smile on his face, but a split second before Gyeom could see it, he twisted his expression into something pitiful and tearful, and stomped his feet dramatically in front of Gyeom.
“Hyung! This time it’s my thighs that are wrong!”
“Th — clothes — your — … why aren’t you — clothes—.”
Gyeom was sputtering, completely flustered. Ryun looked up at him with a miserable expression.
“My thighs hurt so bad I can’t put pants on!”
Gyeom had completely lost his usual composure, face flushed red, at an utter loss. Ryun dropped into the chair beside him, planted his feet up on the seat, crouched on it, and spread his thighs wide open to either side.
“Gck—!”
Gyeom choked even harder. Ryun, legs folded up and spread wide like a frog, kept his pitiful expression firmly in place.
“Look, my thighs are all red.”
Gyeom’s gaze locked onto Ryun’s inner thighs. And to the space between those legs, the groin just barely hidden beneath his underwear.
Every last bit of it — Gyeom had looked at it all, tasted it, touched it with his own hands. But having Ryun awake and showing him directly felt completely different.
Gyeom shifted and knelt down between Ryun’s legs, then bowed his head, bringing his face close to Ryun’s groin.
“Your hyung… I think your hyung needs to look more closely to really tell.”
Gyeom’s voice was faintly unsteady as he pressed his face toward the space between Ryun’s thighs and stared, unblinking.
“Hyuung, I’m embarrassed….”
Ryun crafted an impish little show of embarrassment and tried to close his legs — but Gyeom’s hands stopped him.
