Chapter 83

Even though he could see Gi-hyeon was completely exhausted, his eyes barely able to stay open as he begged him to stop, Yeon-oh couldn’t help but torment him for a long time. Tearing into Gi-hyeon like a starving man, his thirst remained entirely unquenched.

Even after Gi-hyeon finally passed out from sheer exhaustion, Yeon-oh kept him pinned, thrusting into him several more times. Eventually, he realized that simply being connected—without even moving—was enough to sustain him. But the realization came only after he had already violently shoved his cock back into the slick, dripping hole.

Perhaps feeling overly harassed even in his sleep, Gi-hyeon woke up mid-thrust.

Wearing a profoundly irritated scowl, Gi-hyeon tried to lift his leg to kick him away, a strike Yeon-oh barely managed to block. It annoyed Yeon-oh that Gi-hyeon instinctively favored kicking with his bad ankle. He briefly debated tying Gi-hyeon down to fuck him properly, but ultimately discarded the idea. If he left bruises, he honestly didn’t know how he would psychologically handle seeing them later.

Still, Gi-hyeon’s interior remained incredibly soft, yet elasticity gripped his cock tightly, sucking and pulsing just as eagerly as it had during the very first insertion. His body was clearly still reacting to the pleasure.

Amused by Gi-hyeon’s semi-erect cock bobbing cutely even while he slept, Yeon-oh reached down and stroked it. Gi-hyeon let out a soft, distressed whimper, his eyes fluttering shut again. Staying awake was clearly beyond his limits.

Finding it ridiculous that Gi-hyeon was still protectively guarding his lower abdomen with both hands to shield the baby even while unconscious, Yeon-oh compromised, only burying his cock halfway.

Granted, given his size, “halfway” still provided a substantial length of penetration and immense pleasure, but it undeniably lacked the overwhelming friction of being fully sheathed, unintentionally delaying his climax. He briefly regretted not just shoving it all the way in to get it over with faster.

Regardless, if he ignored Gi-hyeon sleep-muttering threats to murder him if he didn’t stop, Yeon-oh felt he would officially be downgraded from a ‘son of a bitch’ to something lower than an actual dog. He gripped Gi-hyeon’s pelvis and finally stopped thrusting. Despite the unresolved lust churning in his gut, and his cock—having already erupted several times—springing right back to agonizing attention, he fought desperately to suppress the urge.

Resolving to finally end it, he pulled his cock out of the desperately clinging hole that seemed to beg him not to leave. It felt like the right call. Despite being slick with lubrication, the entrance was swollen and puffy. Looking at it filled him with a potent mix of pity and guilt.

Without initiating further penetration, he simply rubbed his cock against the soles of Gi-hyeon’s feet and lightly dragged the flared ridge of his glans across Gi-hyeon’s nipples. By the time he was finished, Gi-hyeon was completely coated in his semen. He looked like an absolute wreck.

Eventually, Yeon-oh filled the bathtub and carefully transferred the unconscious Gi-hyeon, meticulously washing him down.

Despite having served as Gi-hyeon’s dedicated personal servant for years, playing bath attendant was a completely novel experience, and surprisingly refreshing. If he had known how satisfying it felt to wash every inch of him, he would have tried it much sooner. He desperately wanted to trim Gi-hyeon’s nails too, but marveling at how impeccably neat and short they were—starkly contrasting his usually chaotic living habits—Yeon-oh simply admired them.

Rubbing his thumb over the damp, cleanly manicured fingertips, Yeon-oh eventually buried his face in the nape of Gi-hyeon’s neck.

The man’s skin tasted impossibly sweet.

“…”

So Gi-hyeon remained deeply asleep, leaning limply against Yeon-oh’s chest. The sheer vulnerability of the display made Yeon-oh’s sternum ache.

Honestly, he had never believed he would be physically capable of having sex with So Gi-hyeon.

In the past, the mere whisper of arousal regarding his friend would violently trigger his gag reflex. Yet now, he was fucking him and unloading inside him with the casual familiarity of a man who did this every day.

Like a man who possessed vast experience burying himself deep inside Gi-hyeon and finishing inside him.

…Yeah. It felt completely natural. That was the most terrifying part. This was the same Jo Yeon-oh who used to violently retch in sheer self-disgust just from using Gi-hyeon as fantasy material while jerking off. Yet here he was, devouring Gi-hyeon like a man starved for three days straight. It was incredibly suspicious.

“Even this feels too fucking familiar.”

He muttered the realization while kneading Gi-hyeon’s chest, which felt as springy and soft as risen dough. Perhaps because he had held him so intimately in countless wet dreams, the sensation of Gi-hyeon’s skin pressing against his own felt overwhelmingly familiar. He knew exactly where to scratch to make him whimper, exactly where to lick to make him throw his head back in ecstasy. The encyclopedic knowledge of Gi-hyeon’s body terrified him. Even the sensation of Gi-hyeon’s nipples—which hadn’t been this prominent initially but were now swollen from being sucked all night—pressing against his palm felt both intensely satisfying and deeply familiar.

Why? 

While he had certainly hugged Gi-hyeon around the waist before, he could definitively swear he had never pinned his lips to Gi-hyeon’s chest and sucked him off. So why the hell did this tactile sensation feel so agonizingly recognizable?

With a heavy sigh, Yeon-oh pulled Gi-hyeon tightly against him.

Reaching a hand between Gi-hyeon’s legs, he slowly, carefully scooped out the cum he had pumped inside, washing it away with the bathwater. No matter how much he cleaned, more kept spilling out. The sheer volume was a horrific testament to exactly how obsessively he had fixated on finishing inside So Gi-hyeon last night.

He forced himself to shelve the endless spiral of self-loathing. Leaving a sleeping person submerged in water for too long was dangerous. Propping Gi-hyeon’s neck comfortably against the edge of the tub, Yeon-oh gently washed his hair. Using the showerhead on low pressure to carefully rinse away every trace of soap, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the smooth, damp forehead.

Draining the tub, he lathered up with shower gel, massaging it over Gi-hyeon’s entire body before rinsing him clean. Although he hastily washed himself afterward, taking quite a bit of time overall, he felt immensely satisfied. I should definitely do this for him more often, he decided, wrapping Gi-hyeon tightly in a massive towel and carrying him out. He bypassed the living room and headed straight for the suite’s secondary bedroom.

Laying him gently on the bed, Yeon-oh considered using the hairdryer but opted to vigorously towel-dry Gi-hyeon’s hair instead, terrified the noise would wake him. Once he was finished, Yeon-oh crawled under the covers, pulling Gi-hyeon into a tight embrace.

“So Gi-hyeon.”

“…”

Gi-hyeon didn’t answer. Naturally. Because he didn’t actually want to wake the deeply sleeping man, Yeon-oh lowered his voice to a whisper and called his name again.

“Gi-hyeon-ah.”

The only response was the peaceful, rhythmic sound of breathing.

It felt miraculous that So Gi-hyeon could find such profound comfort in his arms. Yeon-oh had always known Gi-hyeon was an incredibly light sleeper when they shared a bed in the past, but back then, Yeon-oh had been too selfish to care. If he couldn’t feel Gi-hyeon’s breath against his skin, he simply couldn’t sleep.

He thought about the man who had fled all the way down here, inadvertently forcing Yeon-oh to confront his true feelings. Every single step of So Gi-hyeon’s desperate escape was a monument to his absolute desperation.

“…This is your fault.”

No, it’s my fault. 

Yeon-oh knew the truth, but he stubbornly voiced the lie anyway. Primarily because he desperately wanted Gi-hyeon to stop hating him. This pathetic deflection was the only leverage Jo Yeon-oh possessed against Gi-hyeon, a man who mistakenly believed a single confession had permanently relegated him to the subordinate role in their relationship.

I thought I could only give you the best things. He thought he could offer something infinitely more noble than the degenerate, filthy act of aggressively humping a sleeping man and pumping cum inside him.

That delusion was why Jo Yeon-oh believed he could give So Gi-hyeon absolutely everything except love. He had arrogantly convinced himself that by rejecting the confession of a friend who felt guilty for loving him, he was preserving something pure. Yet, in the end, Jo Yeon-oh had crawled through the absolute gutter, fundamentally devolving into a beast exclusively, violently obsessed with So Gi-hyeon’s body.

A potent, intoxicating scent wafted from the freshly scrubbed Gi-hyeon.

Overwhelmed by the visceral, almost visible pheromonal reaction, Yeon-oh buried his face deep into the nape of Gi-hyeon’s neck again. He licked the skin, letting out a low, pained groan. He felt an intense, irrational fear of falling asleep. He blinked rapidly, but whenever his eyelashes brushed against Gi-hyeon’s neck, the tickling sensation violently jolted him awake. This cycle repeated itself countless times.

Fighting desperately to stay conscious, he meaninglessly scrubbed his face with his palms. Despite Yeon-oh’s spiraling anxiety, Gi-hyeon remained perfectly, motionlessly asleep, wearing an expression of absolute, transcendent peace.

When was the last time you slept beside me looking like this? Gi-hyeon usually looked exhausted, carrying a baseline level of fatigue, but tonight, he looked like a man who had genuinely found true sanctuary by Jo Yeon-oh’s side. Yeon-oh greedily inhaled Gi-hyeon’s scent one last time.

So this is your fault. Yeon-oh gripped Gi-hyeon’s hand and whispered into the dark. Silently praying that when the deeply empathetic Gi-hyeon finally woke up, he would surrender to him just one more time.

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