Chapter 50

How does a guy with such a sleek, handsome face carry something like that around…?

When Yi-seon hesitated, Mugyeol tightened his knees around his waist and kept him in place. “Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to touch it on day one. Today is the day you only hold my hand.” Mugyeol caught Yi-seon by the waist and pulled him closer until his erection pressed against Yi-seon’s lower abdomen. He rubbed against him once and asked in a low voice, “Yi-seon-ah. See this?”

“Wh-what…?”

Mugyeol’s long finger poked a spot on Yi-seon’s stomach.

“This cock is going to plunge all the way up to here later.”

“…”

“We won’t just be holding hands next time, so prepare yourself mentally in advance.”

Yi-seon instinctively touched his lower abdomen. Judging by the length, Mugyeol’s warning did not seem like an exaggeration, and imagining it made his shoulders tense with dread. The thought felt less like sex than being impaled.

After pressing against Yi-seon as if to make the point, Mugyeol straightened again and wrapped a hand around himself.

His other hand stayed at Yi-seon’s waist while he stroked himself with a rough, steady rhythm. Pre-cum kept gathering at the tip and slicking the shaft beneath his hand.

Mugyeol looked down at Yi-seon as he touched himself, his eyes bright with raw arousal.

Mugyeol’s gaze traveled intently over Yi-seon. His eyes had adjusted to the dark now, and Yi-seon’s pale body was clearly visible against the bedding, almost luminous in the dim room.

Yi-seon’s cheeks were flushed pink, almost matching his areolas. The nipple Mugyeol had worried with his mouth remained hard and swollen, faint toothmarks already darkening the tender skin around it. By morning, it would probably bruise.

Soft flesh that yielded beneath his hands. Skin that shivered at the brush of lips and reddened beneath teeth. Slender limbs that squirmed weakly under Mugyeol’s much larger frame whenever he touched him.

Ecstasy showed openly in Mugyeol’s eyes as he looked over Yi-seon’s body, the muscles in his thighs drawn taut with tension.

Mugyeol stroked himself harder, pre-cum slicking his hand. Each forceful movement made the veins along his hand and forearm stand out, the wet friction unnaturally loud in the quiet room.

Haaa…

Mugyeol’s abdomen tightened as he let out a long breath. The hand at Yi-seon’s waist slid upward and closed over his chest. In his excitement, Mugyeol struggled to moderate his strength, leaving red fingerprints against Yi-seon’s pale skin.

He pinched and teased the nipple again, his hand moving restlessly across Yi-seon’s chest before sliding down over his flat lower belly and brushing over his erection.

“Eut…”

Yi-seon twisted his body and groaned.

Yi-seon could hardly believe what the two of them were doing. The sexual intimacy felt utterly foreign between friends who had spent years bickering and joking around. He could barely reconcile this aroused, shameless Mugyeol with the Yeon Mugyeol he knew.

Is this what sex is like? Is everyone this filthy about it? Yi-seon had no experience to compare it with. For all he knew, this was simply Mugyeol’s personal style, and all Yi-seon could do was let himself be swept along.

The wet friction echoed in the dark as Mugyeol’s hand moved faster. More pre-cum gathered at the tip and slicked his fingers.

When Yi-seon finally complained through tears that the pinching hurt, Mugyeol eased off and interlaced their fingers instead. He lifted Yi-seon’s hand and kissed each knuckle, then each fingertip. Even that turned hungry within moments, Mugyeol drawing the fingers into his mouth and licking between them as though he could not resist tasting any part of Yi-seon he could reach.

Yi-seon stared at him in disbelief. “Wh-why are you acting like this…?”

He’s like a dog…

Startled, Yi-seon pulled his damp hand away and tried to hide it. Mugyeol only returned his attention to Yi-seon’s body, stroking the tender skin of his inner thighs before gently cupping his testicles.

Still touching Yi-seon with one hand and himself with the other, Mugyeol soon clenched his jaw.

Ugh… A low, choked groan escaped him as his abdomen contracted sharply and the rest of his body went taut.

Mugyeol came across Yi-seon’s torso and chest in several hot spurts. The fluid streaked over Yi-seon’s pale skin and slowly ran along the curves of his body.

Mugyeol squeezed out the last of his release and let out a long, heavy breath. His eyes were half-lidded and dazed with the aftershock.

Yi-seon blinked dazedly. The hot, sticky sensation on his skin felt surreal. A year ago, he could never have imagined himself pinned beneath Mugyeol like this, much less covered in his semen.

While Yi-seon lay there trying to process what had happened, Mugyeol busied himself with cleanup. He roughly wiped himself with a stray tissue, then headed straight into the bathroom. Swoooosh—. Water began running almost immediately.

Blink, blink… Yi-seon could barely manage to move. It felt as though a storm had just passed over him, and he did not even know what to do with the mess left on his skin.

Mugyeol soon returned to where Yi-seon lay dazed on the floor. Kneeling beside him, he began wiping Yi-seon’s face and neck with a warm, damp towel. So that was what he had been doing in the bathroom. In the light spilling through the open door, Mugyeol looked infuriatingly pleased with himself.

Yi-seon looked down at Mugyeol’s hand wiping his chest. “…What? What are you doing…?”

“Cleaning you off. I came on you; did you want to just rub it into your skin and sleep? …That sounds good too, actually. Yeah, let’s do that.”

Startled, Yi-seon demanded indignantly, “What are you talking about? Wipe it off.”

Mugyeol obediently lifted the towel again and carefully wiped Yi-seon’s chest, stomach, and lower body clean. By the time he reached the last traces of mess, the towel had cooled enough to make Yi-seon shiver.

“It’s cold…”

“Yeah. I’ll go wet it with hot water again.” Smirking, Mugyeol gave Yi-seon one last teasing tap before standing. “Acting like a baby.”

“…”

Yi-seon’s fists trembled with sheer indignation.

Like a baby? Who’s the one who always acts like a child?

Arguing while still naked did not feel especially dignified, so Yi-seon chose silence. He had barely propped himself up on his elbows when Mugyeol came back from the bathroom.

“Where are you going? You asked me to wipe you down.”

Mugyeol settled between Yi-seon’s legs and resumed wiping him down. The freshly reheated towel was comfortably warm. When Yi-seon reached for it and insisted he could do it himself, Mugyeol refused to hand it over.

Mugyeol held on to the towel as though cleaning Yi-seon were a personal mission. His touch over Yi-seon’s lower abdomen and groin was unexpectedly careful.

With the worst of his arousal gone, the touch registered differently now.

“Mugyeol-ah, that tickles.”

Yi-seon giggled and squirmed, then abruptly stopped and edged his hips back. Mugyeol’s groin, hovering between his legs, had become conspicuously hard again beneath the sweatpants.

…Is he going through puberty? What is wrong with him, really? Doesn’t he ever get tired?

He’s not seventeen anymore. Does he get hard at a leaf blowing past too…?

No wonder he’s been staring at me without saying a word.

Noticing Yi-seon’s wary look, Mugyeol draped the used towel over the laundry basket and pulled out fresh clothes—once again, Yi-seon’s carefully preserved high-school gym uniform.

“Put clothes on. You’ll catch a chill.”

The gym clothes landed on Yi-seon’s body. Afraid Mugyeol might decide to dress him too, Yi-seon hurriedly pulled everything on himself. He glared at Mugyeol while tugging on the pants, glared again while pulling the T-shirt over his head, and kept his guard firmly up throughout.

Watching this, Mugyeol asked incredulously, “Who’s gonna eat you alive?”

“You said we’d only hold hands and sleep. When I think about it, that was truly absurd.”

“When did I ever? You’re the one who said that.”

“…”

“You only held my hand. I was the one doing all the touching and jerking off, so technically I kept the promise, didn’t I?”

Mmh. That’s true.

Yi-seon found himself absurdly unable to argue with the logic. Mugyeol was hardly a gentleman, but technically, he had kept the promise.

Once he had calmed down, Yi-seon lay back down beside Mugyeol. Suddenly self-conscious, he turned his back—only for Mugyeol to slide an arm around his waist and roll him effortlessly back around.

Caught off guard, Yi-seon found himself face-to-face with Mugyeol again. Their gazes met in the silence. Yi-seon wanted to look away but somehow missed the moment to do so, leaving him to fidget with his fingers and stare. At least Mugyeol’s face gave him plenty to look at.

“Doesn’t it hurt your ear to lie down with piercings?” Yi-seon asked, unable to bear the silence.

Mugyeol let out a soft chuckle. “Curious? Want to try getting them too?”

“No… It looks like a delinquent, so I don’t like it.”

“You’re saying that right to my face?”

“Admit it. If you hadn’t been good at school, your life would’ve gone in a completely different direction. You have exactly the face of someone who’d extort fifty thousand won from me every month. The kind of guy who’d drag kids behind the classroom to ‘practice boxing,’ then laugh and ask why they were making such a big deal out of a joke when they cried.”

“Why, you…” Mugyeol gave Yi-seon’s pale earlobe a hard tug. “That’s so unnecessarily detailed it pisses me right the fuck off…”

“Ah, ah. That hurts.”

Wincing with one eye, Yi-seon groaned aloud. Startled, Mugyeol immediately dropped his hand.

“Does it hurt? How is every single bit of your skin so soft?”

The moment Mugyeol let go, Yi-seon cupped his ear and huffed. Honestly, it barely hurt; he was exaggerating. What really stung was how much the gesture felt like a grown-up scolding a child. Then Mugyeol’s earlier remark came back to him.

—“It looks like a little kid’s cock…”

No matter how much he thought about it, it pissed him off.

Is he such a full-fledged adult himself, then?

“…”

Then again, judging by the size of his erection and the things he had just done, Mugyeol was unfortunately very much an adult…

Yi-seon’s face was still pink from the aftershocks, the rims of his eyes faintly red. With his soft features and rumpled gym uniform, he looked far more vulnerable than he realized.

Mugyeol stared for a long moment at Yi-seon huffing in the gym uniform stamped with their old school emblem, then clicked his tongue softly. “Why do I suddenly feel like I’ve committed a terrible crime…?” Mugyeol immediately slipped a hand beneath Yi-seon’s gym shirt and found the swollen nipple again. “I knew I should’ve gotten to these back when you were running around in this uniform. You had these obscene things back then too, didn’t you? Getting hard the second someone touches them.” His large hand moved boldly beneath the shirt, pinching the swollen bud between thumb and forefinger before rubbing slowly over it. The already sensitive skin protested immediately, drawing a pained whimper from Yi-seon.

“Eut…”

“I think your nipple got bigger than before. Because I sucked on it so much.”

“I said it hurts…”

“When you get pregnant with my baby later, will milk come out of here?”

“…What?”

“You’ll give me some too back then, right…?”

Yi-seon recoiled in horror. What made it worse was Mugyeol’s utterly matter-of-fact expression as he said it. “Are you crazy? Did you leave some kind of claim ticket with me?”

Yi-seon planted a palm against Mugyeol’s shoulder and tried to push him away. Mugyeol barely budged. Instead, he shoved Yi-seon’s gym shirt back up, wrapped both arms around his waist, and returned to the chest he had already marked. His tongue swept over the reddened areola before his mouth closed around the raised nipple again.