BHB 129

“You said what I want is important. I already told you what I want. I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore.”

“I won’t get hurt.”

“Isn’t that job itself dangerous?”

“I won’t get hurt.” Lee Taegang answered compliantly. Not talking back or losing his temper, but rather submissively, as if admitting he was wrong. 

But Yeowon couldn’t easily accept this and lowered his voice, “Then let me do it with you.”

“…I told you that’s not possible.”

“Why is it okay for you but not for me?”

“Don’t be unreasonable.”

“Who’s being unreasonable here?”

“I don’t want to fight.”

“Neither do I.”

“I didn’t choose this to make you angry.” As Taegang gradually stopped the car, he spoke calmly. 

Yeowon, who had been looking at his stoic profile with a heated face, irritably ran his hand across his face. “Hah… I don’t know.”

It seemed like a fight with no solution. They were too young to overcome it immediately, and they were nobodies. It was even more frustrating because he understood what Lee Taegang meant, that this was a realistic compromise because they couldn’t do anything right now.

Yeowon, in the middle of rubbing his face, noticed reporters lingering at the entrance. Suddenly thinking he made eye contact with one of them, he hurriedly took off the hat he was wearing and placed it on his head.

“Keep this on.”

Even though they were inside the car, he thought they might be noticed. Then he met Lee Taegang’s somewhat dumbfounded eyes. He thought it was quite ironic that despite being frustrated and angry, his first instinct was still to worry about him. 

Finding himself absurd, a laugh escaped him. Even when angry, he knew his unilateral actions were ultimately his choices to stay with him, which drew a bitter smile on his face.

“Just stay put for now. I’ll be back soon.”

After pressing the hat down more firmly, Yeowon left one more instruction and headed toward the building. There were fewer reporters than in the morning. Whether they were tired of waiting or had moved to the hospital, he couldn’t tell.

Upon returning to Lee Taegang’s house, Yeowon first grabbed his suitcase. He couldn’t pack all his belongings right away, but he needed a few essentials. While carefully considering what to pack, a few outfits and toiletries, he heard the door closing behind him.

Worried that reporters might have entered the house, he quickly stood up and headed toward the entrance, only to find Lee Taegang standing there, catching his breath.

“Oh, you scared me… Wait, why did you come here?”

“…”

“I told you to stay put—”

As he was scolding him for not listening again, Lee Taegang strode toward him from the doorway and pushed him against the wall. As soon as his back hit the wall, their lips met. His tongue pushed between their joined lips. 

Yeowon urgently grabbed his shoulders at the forceful invasion. “W-wait…”

But before he could continue, he silenced him again. Hah… As he exhaled a moist breath and turned his head at different angles, the hat he was wearing kept getting in the way, so he roughly took it off and threw it aside. Then he unzipped his windbreaker so forcefully it seemed like he might tear it, and let it fall to the floor like shedding skin.

“Hah…”

“Hmm… damn it. Ha.”

Though Yeowon was on the receiving end, the moans overflowed from his mouth.

Taegang’s tongue lewdly floated around his mouth, rubbed his lips, then withdrew to greedily lick and trace his jaw.

“Hmm.”

As he tilted his head back at the strange sensation, he let out a suppressed laugh and moved his lips below his upturned chin to stimulate him further. He traced his straight neck downward, swallowing the prominently protruding Adam’s apple and sucking it intently.

“Hah… wait.”

Despite his increasingly heated body, Yeowon felt something was off. Fearing this would proceed to the next steps if left unchecked, he firmly gripped Lee Taegang’s shoulders again. He pushed him away to express his refusal, but Lee Taegang remained persistent.

“…Ha, wait, please.”

“Haah… why?”

He mumbled vulgarly between nibbling lips, asking why he was stopping him. Meanwhile, he was busy making marks on Yeowon’s neck. Lee Taegang seemed completely entranced by this strange excitement of their mixed scents. Since before coming here. No, every time, every moment. And what finally drew the last bowstring was that face that smiled slightly while putting a hat on his head just in case, despite being angry. At that moment, Lee Taegang lost the restraint he had barely been maintaining.

“Haah… damn it.”

Lee Taegang quietly cursed while gently biting Yeowon’s flesh. His brain and heart were pounding so much that he thought he could hear ringing in his ears. The strength gradually left Yeowon’s arms that had been pretending to resist. And as his frozen tongue slowly began to move, Lee Taegang let out an even deeper moan. Unable to hold back any longer, Lee Taegang hurriedly unbuckled Yeowon’s pants.

“We were just… ha, fighting.” Even while lifting his legs to help remove his pants, Yeowon spoke with a breathless voice. 

Seeing his stubbornness until the end, Taegang responded with an exasperated laugh.

“I know.”

As he answered, he lifted the sweatshirt Yeowon was wearing up to his chest. Then he buried his face in his moderately muscular chest.

“…I know damn well… we’ll do it later.”

Lee Taegang looked up at Yeowon while breathing heavily with his face buried in his chest. Yeowon looked down at him with aroused eyes, breathing even more heavily.

“You little…”

After saying that, he hurriedly removed the rest of Lee Taegang’s upper clothing, more urgently than anyone. This revealed his sturdy body with prominent unhealed wounds. When he flinched momentarily, Lee Taegang, as if telling him not to worry, rubbed his areola and teased the protruding nub with the tip of his tongue.

“W-wai… haah.”

Though it wasn’t their first time, Yeowon still couldn’t get used to the sensation of having his chest sucked. It was more than just ticklish—it was embarrassing—but Lee Taegang was particularly fixated on it. Moreover, as if concerned the other breast might feel neglected, he grasped it with his hand, which was almost the size of a person’s face.

“Stop…! Ugh, enough with the chest… hmm.”

“Why… you like it. Haah…”

He spoke with a lewd smile, but didn’t remove his tongue from his nipple. The sight was so provocative that the tension in his lower abdomen intensified.

“…You’re crazy…”

“You know your chest is really beautiful.”

“Hmm, what?”

“Ha… I’ve… jerked off so many times looking at it.”

“What are you… you’re really insane, haah…”

He wanted to punch him to stop his persistent sucking and biting, but Yeowon remembered he was a patient and restrained himself with all his might. He repeatedly reminded himself that his skull had been cracked and his ribs had been broken and only recently healed.

“Your nipples are getting hard from being sucked.”

His hand, which had been toying with his chest like he was teasing him, moved downward. Without warning, it slipped inside his underwear and touched his  dick with the confidence of someone finding their way home.

“You’re getting wet too.” Lee Taegang spoke obscenely about what was a natural physiological response.

“…Just hurry up and do it.”

It seemed Lee Taegang wasn’t satisfied unless he verbally teased him. Disliking this sexual play, he urged him to hurry, but Lee Taegang only raised the corner of his mouth. Then he slowly lowered his body and suddenly fixed his gaze near his genitals.

“Hey, what are you—aah!”

At that moment, Lee Taegang took his erect dick into his mouth. He swallowed it as if pushing it down his throat and began to suck and move greedily. Moving his face back and forth as if it were his own, he stared intently at him. His eyes were filled with desire to witness his writhing in pleasure.

“Haah… stop.”

Yeowon’s legs trembled at the pressure stimulating his urethra and glans. As Lee Taegang continued to stimulate him with his  dick in his mouth, Yeowon finally grabbed his head, telling him to stop.

“Stop, really, I’m really going to come, shit.”

When he grabbed his hair to pull his face away, which wouldn’t budge, he smiled with satisfaction.

“Not yet.”

With either bodily fluid or saliva on his mouth, he suddenly grabbed one of his legs. Yeowon was startled as he unexpectedly gripped the back of his thigh and pulled it up, spreading his legs while he was standing. He stared intently at his exposed hole and immediately put his mouth to it.

“Hey, you!”

The position was bad enough, but the very fact that he was sucking someone else’s hole right in front of his face was shocking to Yeowon. Even when they had been intimate before, he had never been this explicit. Lee Taegang, with immersed eyes, sucked and thrust his tongue into that part of Yeowon as if drinking from a spring, like someone parched with thirst.

“Haahngh!”

His lower abdomen convulsed at the sensation of something foreign combined with the soft feeling.

“Ha, you’re insane…”

Yeowon inhaled roughly while his supporting leg trembled. Lewd and lascivious sensations rose from below. This was madness. Clearly madness. The embarrassing position, and Lee Taegang devouring and sucking his hole in that embarrassing position as if it were dessert.

“Haah, ugh. Nngh!”

And himself, feeling pleasure from it…

Yeowon leaned his back against the wall and let out hot moans. The wet sounds of his tongue entering and exiting echoed through the quiet house. The place that had been empty for so long, devoid of a lived-in feeling, was now filled with hot air and squelching sounds.

“Hah… sucking isn’t enough.”

Lee Taegang muttered as if in anguish as he stretched his hole with his tongue. Yeowon exhaled heavily, feeling as tired as if he had run on a treadmill for three hours straight at the gym.

“Now please…”

“Just a little more. It’s not enough yet.”

Lee Taegang spoke gently, but with a touch unlike his voice, he pushed three fingers straight in. With a deep, rough sound, he thrust all his fingers in, and Yeowon finally couldn’t hold on and staggered. To prevent him from falling, Lee Taegang supported him and seated him across from him.

His eyes, which were always either bored or sharp, were now hazily unfocused. Pleased with this sight, Lee Taegang kissed Yeowon’s eyes with small pecks and began moving his fingers again. As he repeatedly inserted and withdrew his fingers forcefully from tip to base, Yeowon, who had been flinching, finally began to move his hips.