Chapter 18

Heh-heh.

Throughout the meal, Yu-gyeom repeatedly let quiet chuckles slip from his lips. Lowering his head like a madman, he sliced bloody chunks of meat with his knife, stuffed them into his mouth, and giggled once again.

Yu-gyeom laughed softly to himself like someone half out of his mind. It was all because of Rian, who was seated directly across the table.

Chewing meekly on the morsels of steak Yu-gyeom had cut for him, Rian had gone completely pale.

His rear remained thoroughly dominated by the plug. This was nothing short of torture.

His hole twitched frantically beneath the relentless vibration. Nor was it only his rear; the tender slit between his thighs, aching for something thick and solid to penetrate it, wept with the exact same desperate craving.

Rian despised his own treacherous body for feeling pleasure even in a public place like this. Lately, Yu-gyeom had withheld penetrative sex, appeasing him solely with fingering. That cruel deprivation was driving Rian out of his mind.

Rian knew Yu-gyeom was deliberately punishing him, and the humiliation made him want to burst into tears. He simply could not fathom why a friend merely slinging an arm around his shoulder warranted tormenting him with such agonizing shame and craving.

Yet looking back, whether recently or years in the past, Yu-gyeom had always strictly policed Rian’s interpersonal relationships. Ever since childhood, Rian had preferred being with Yu-gyeom far more than being with peers, so even whenever his brother seemed a bit too severe, Rian had complied in quiet obedience.

Though being subjected to sexual punishments like this was distressing, Rian had firmly believed it was because Yu-gyeom loved him so deeply. After all, wasn’t this how everyone was loved?

Doesn’t everyone live like this? That was what Yu-gyeom had always told him.

“Rian, eat a balanced meal. Have your vegetables too,” Yu-gyeom said gently.

Rian lowered his gaze, murmuring obediently, “Okay…”

Though the bloody, rare meat turned his stomach, Rian dared not risk upsetting Yu-gyeom any further.

Rian behaved even more submissively than usual. Whenever he shuddered from the plug and leaked shallow, broken gasps, Yu-gyeom felt his cock swell beneath his slacks.

Any lesser Alpha would have spilled his seed long ago, but Yu-gyeom was an Alpha who maintained absolute mastery over his pheromones.

In his mind, he hungered to rip Kwon Rian open and devour his insides more than a dozen times a day, but he held himself in check.

Yu-gyeom watched his reaction with quiet intensity. “How does it feel?” He finally reined in his amusement. In an instant, he resumed his customary aura of aristocratic dignity—a neat, immaculate, and utterly flawless gentleman.

“My rear… it won’t stop shaking…” Rian whispered softly.

Letting out a quiet chuckle, Yu-gyeom remarked, “Heh, you’re far too honest, Rian.”

Yet it was an undeniable truth. His lower body trembled so violently that he could scarcely maintain control. Terrified that the plug might pop out of his hole with an audible thud, Rian clenched his sphincter as hard as he could. The problem was that the harder he squeezed, the deeper the plug wedged itself inside, relentlessly prodding his lower abdomen.

“Should I eat some for you?” Yu-gyeom asked.

Rian’s eyes went wide with shock. “What?!” His eyes instantly brightened. Knowing all too well that the only salvation for his feverish body was for Yu-gyeom to soothe him, Rian latched onto the question with desperate hope.

“What are you thinking, Rian?” Yu-gyeom asked.

A furious blush crept up Rian’s neck as he stammered, “…Huh? You… you said you’d eat it for me.”

“Haa…” Yu-gyeom sighed softly.

Only then did Yu-gyeom realize Rian’s mind was entirely consumed with cravings for his cock. Letting out a faint sigh, Yu-gyeom lowered his brow in an expression of exaggerated dismay.

“I only meant it because you looked like you couldn’t finish your steak,” Yu-gyeom explained smoothly.

Liar. You said that just to tease me.

“Surely you weren’t thinking of something else?” Yu-gyeom asked innocently.

His face flaming, Rian protested, “N-No, of course not!”

Rian waved his hands in frantic denial. Seeing right through him while pretending complete ignorance, Yu-gyeom was being undeniably cruel.

“Still, Rian, shouldn’t you ask me in return?” Yu-gyeom asked.

Rian blinked in complete confusion. “…Huh?”

That doe-eyed gaze was utterly harmless. Who could ever imagine that such a filthy, lewd toy was buried deep inside the boy’s rear? It was an intimate secret that belonged only to Yu-gyeom.

“You should ask how I feel, too,” Yu-gyeom said.

Yu-gyeom smiled. His beaming face was so radiant and clear that Rian momentarily lost himself in the sight. Even though he saw his brother every single day, gazing upon him was as entrancing as looking at a film star.

Fidgeting with his spoon, Rian asked timidly, “Ah… What about you, hyung? Are you happy to be eating dinner with me?”

Resting his chin upon his hand, Yu-gyeom flashed an exquisitely tender smile.

“Yes. I want to crawl under there like a dog and lick your pussy,” Yu-gyeom said softly.

Struck completely speechless by such vulgar filth rolling off a tongue paired with that elegant, refreshing smile, Rian could only stare at him in stunned silence.

Watching the nervous youth swallow a dry lump in his throat, Yu-gyeom curled his lips into a smile. It was an expression so refined that no one sitting in the room could ever suspect such depraved filth was pouring from his mouth.

His countenance remained dignified, almost ascetic in its composure.

Yu-gyeom leaned in close, his voice smooth and reassuring. “It’s secluded here, and no one ever walks past this corner.”

“…Hy-Hyung, that’s… Hyung!” Rian pleaded in alarm.

Before Rian could finish his sentence, Yu-gyeom had already slipped beneath the table. True to his word, the elder crawled straight between Rian’s legs and parted his knees. With a sharp zzzzip, the zipper of Rian’s trousers was dragged down in an instant.

Startled, Rian froze in place. Peering down beneath the tablecloth, he found Yu-gyeom crouched between his legs.

A scalding tongue immediately parted from Yu-gyeom’s lips, shoving aside Rian’s soaked underwear to bury itself straight into the dripping, sopping cleft.

“Heut…” A strangled gasp escaped Rian’s lips.

The restaurant was by no means empty. Their table was merely tucked into a quiet alcove, but if anyone happened to look over—

“Ah, no, don’t…” Rian whimpered in panic.

Pleading in a muffled whisper, Rian reached down to shove Yu-gyeom away, but Yu-gyeom had already dragged a long, wet stripe up Rian’s slit beneath his underwear. The searing contact arched Rian’s spine taut, triggering a fresh gush of slick from his opening.

His trousers had not even been pulled down, yet through that narrow gap, Yu-gyeom’s scalding tongue worked relentlessly, soaking the fabric of Rian’s briefs through and through.

Rian was plunged into sheer panic. Never before had Yu-gyeom dared to attempt something so reckless.

As if having the buzzing plug churn relentlessly inside his rear was not torment enough, the reality of Yu-gyeom burying his face between Rian’s thighs beneath the table and licking him like a starved dog seemed downright deranged.

Sheer tension arched Rian’s spine. As his narrow waist curved inward, the soft swell of his buttocks flared outward all the more temptingly. Clamping his thighs together with all his strength, Rian knew that the slightest lapse in focus would loosen his sphincter and send the plug popping free with an audible *plop*.

“Haa… haah…” Rian panted helplessly, trembling all over.

Rian bowed his head low and hunched his shoulders. He choked down his ragged gasps, desperate to prevent anyone—especially a passing waiter—from hearing his breathless wheezing.

Had their table been out in the open dining hall, someone surely would have noticed by now. Yet tucked away in this quiet corner, no one seemed poised to realize what depraved acts were transpiring beneath the tablecloth.

Sweat pooled in Rian’s palms. He gripped the edge of the table to endure the unbearable ecstasy. His lower abdomen coiled tight. Between his parted thighs, the lewd tongue devouring him felt like that of a wild beast.

It felt as though a predator were licking his pussy clean. His briefs, completely saturated from Yu-gyeom’s sucking, clung wetly to his slit. Shoving the damp fabric aside with his fingertips, Yu-gyeom zeroed in on the exposed clitoris, flicking the tip of his tongue against the swollen pearl in rapid, buzzing strokes.

Without shifting his body in the slightest, Yu-gyeom focused solely on lapping at Rian’s cleft with his scalding, wet tongue, filling Rian with a dizzying sense of surreal madness.

Was the man down there truly his brother? It felt as though he had been bewitched by an apparition. Had he lost his mind and sold his soul? What on earth had displeased Yu-gyeom so deeply that he was tormenting Rian sexually under the pretext of ‘punishment’?

“Hy-Hyung… Hngh.” Rian choked back his sobs.

Stiffening the tip of his tongue, Yu-gyeom flicked Rian’s clitoris rapidly from side to side. Not stopping there, he sucked the swollen pearl into his mouth, drawing it out with a squelching sound so obscene that, were it not for the muffled chatter of the restaurant, the filthy noise would have echoed through the entire room.

Rian twitched, whimpering his brother’s name, but Yu-gyeom was wholly absorbed in devouring the feast between the younger man’s legs. Lashing his tongue faster and rougher, he relentlessly stimulated both Rian’s clitoris and vaginal opening.

Rian’s rear opening fluttered in tandem with his pussy. Driven wild with an excruciating hunger for penetration under Yu-gyeom’s filthy ministrations, Rian felt both holes clamping and releasing in a desperate search for something solid to bite into.