Vol 5 Ch 17.2

Lee Wooyeon, who was about to take off his underwear, raised an eyebrow. He expected Inseop to request something like not to go down on him, not to use dirty words, or not to be too rough. Of course, regardless of what Inseop said, Lee Wooyeon was planning to do all those things—going down on him, using dirty words, and being rough.

‘I couldn’t even go to work today.’

What kind of nonsense was this? Lee Wooyeon looked up at the sobbing Inseop and sighed. He hated people who spouted nonsense when drunk. Even when drinking with CEO Kim, if he repeated himself after getting drunk, Lee Wooyeon would get up saying he was going to the bathroom and then go straight home.

But this time….

‘I’m sorry. I’m just so greedy even though I can’t even go to work….’

At the moment he saw Inseop, who didn’t even know how to be greedy, apologizing with tears streaming down, Lee Wooyeon realized.

No matter what foolish thing Choi Inseop did, he would never lose his affection for this guy.

…Damn. Why is he so damn cute?

Lee Wooyeon swallowed dryly as he looked at Inseop, who was sniffling and spouting nonsense.

‘Why are you talking about work? You’ve already decided to go to graduate school.’

Inseop, who was worried about finding a job before graduation, was advised by Lee Wooyeon to go to graduate school. It wasn’t like getting a job would be any easier with a graduate degree in literature, but Lee Wooyeon didn’t want to see Inseop getting worn down by people while trying to make money.

‘You have to go to work to come back from work, right?’

Inseop’s eyes were large. His face was on the smaller side, but his eyes were so big that they looked almost anxious. Every time those big, black eyes looked straight at him, Lee Wooyeon felt queasy. When he didn’t understand his own feelings, he thought it was discomfort. But now he knew what that strange sensation was.

‘I’m sorry, Lee Wooyeon. I….’

When those big eyes filled with tears, it felt like the ground beneath him was crumbling. Inseop always managed to sway him like this. Lee Wooyeon hurriedly kissed Inseop. He entwined his tongue with his, covered his lips with his, and licked the tender flesh inside his mouth as he embraced him. He undressed Inseop, pulling down his underwear. He rubbed his own crotch against Inseop’s soft, bare skin. It felt so good. His whole body shivered with the sensation Inseop gave him.

‘Ugh…huh.’

Inseop started crying. As Lee Wooyeon sucked on his lips, he asked why.

‘…Because I don’t want to come back from work.’

Inseop barely managed to answer with muffled words as his tongue and lips were sucked on. Lee Wooyeon finally understood the meaning of Inseop’s words.

‘I don’t want to come back from work. If I don’t do that… I won’t have to come back.’

A vivid red desire appeared in Lee Wooyeon’s clear eyes. He pulled out his throbbing erection and thrust it into Inseop’s lower part. Inseop’s big eyes widened.

‘…Ugh….’

‘Shit.’

Lee Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s trembling thighs and spread them. He pushed his cock into the tight opening as hard as he could. Inseop cried, clinging to Lee Wooyeon’s forearm.

‘Were you jealous?’

At Lee Wooyeon’s question, Inseop couldn’t answer and didn’t know what to do.

‘Is this because you’re jealous?’

Lee Wooyeon asked as he moved his hips. Inseop, with tears streaming down, barely nodded.

‘Damn it, who should be the one jealous right now?’

‘…What?’

Looking at Inseop, who asked back with wide eyes, Lee Wooyeon bit his lower lip.

‘You’re looking at other guys’ accounts right in front of me.’

‘That’s, CEO… Ugh!’

Inseop screamed at the sudden, heavy sensation pushing into him. Lee Wooyeon’s eyes were filled with fiery emotions.

‘What’s with the premiere tickets?’

‘That’s, …I told you before, …you said it sounded boring, ugh.’

‘What did you talk about with that woman?’

With an unnaturally sharp gaze, Lee Wooyeon asked. Inseop, sniffling, answered that they talked about the movie.

‘What kind of bullshit boring movie talk was that?’

Lee Wooyeon kissed Inseop as if he was devouring his lips. Inseop’s cries were swallowed up by Lee Wooyeon’s lips. Lee Wooyeon moved his hips wildly. As if releasing all the pent-up emotions, he drove Inseop madly.

‘Did you know? Earlier, I wanted to f**k you there. Just pull down your pants in front of everyone and, ha.’

Even though he knew it was impossible, Inseop, feeling a slight anxiety, tearfully stopped him saying he couldn’t do that.

‘Then why do you act so pretty? Why do you keep getting prettier after getting married, driving me crazy?’

Honestly, he had hoped that Lee Wooyeon’s unreasonable jealousy might subside a bit after they got married. Although they weren’t officially married on paper yet, their relationship was established anyway.

But Lee Wooyeon’s jealousy came out in different directions.

Why are you talking to another man when you’re married, why are you having long conversations with a woman when you’re married? Why are you talking about other people in front of me when you’re married? Why are you being kind to others when you’re married? And so on.

‘Do you know how pretty you look from the side?’

In the midst of the chaos, Inseop barely managed to respond with a ‘Huh?’

‘You must’ve sat next to her, f**k, talking, with all your eyelashes showing.’

Not understanding what showing all his eyelashes meant, Inseop blinked. This only fueled Lee Wooyeon’s dark passion.

‘Damn it, I can’t even lock you up.’

Lee Wooyeon whispered as he kissed Inseop’s cheeks, lips, and eyes randomly.

‘With that in mind, why are you the one getting jealous?’

Inseop bit his lower lip at the reproachful tone.

‘…You said she wasn’t bad.’

‘What?’

‘You said Shin Sooyeon wasn’t… bad.’

At the words that Inseop barely managed to get out, Lee Wooyeon’s lips curved into a lopsided smile as if he found it absurd.

‘That bothered you?’

Inseop, burying his face in Lee Wooyeon’s arm, nodded.

‘You know what happens if the co-star is an idiot.’

If the lead actor kept making mistakes, the filming time would increase indefinitely, and the waiting time would be prolonged. Inseop, who had worked on set, knew this better than anyone.

‘But she memorizes her lines well.’

‘Ugh…!’

Lee Wooyeon continued speaking as he thrust upwards.

‘Finish quickly so I can come back early and do this with you,’ Lee Wooyeon said, holding Inseop’s chin and making him look at him. He kissed Inseop’s tear-soaked eyelashes and asked soothingly, ‘Are you okay now?’

Although Wooyeon never tried to address his own bottomless jealousy, he always tried to respond to Inseop’s jealousy in some way. Only after Inseop nodded slightly did Wooyeon smile with satisfaction and resume his fierce desire, moving his hips again. The sound of bare skin slapping against bare skin echoed below. Inseop clung to Wooyeon, pleading, ‘Please, be gentle.’

‘Why?’ Wooyeon asked. At his unexpected response, Inseop felt a moment of fear.

‘Why should I be gentle? You feel more when I’m rough. You tighten down there,’ Wooyeon said. Inseop’s face turned bright red. A smile tugged at Wooyeon’s lips. He lowered himself, hugging Inseop tightly as if to crush him, and moved his hips madly. The friction against Inseop’s hardened abdomen made him whimper. In the end, Inseop burst into tears.

‘Stop, …please, …Wooyeon. Huh… ugh.’

‘Are you scared?’ Wooyeon asked. Inseop nodded while crying.

‘Then kiss me,’ Wooyeon whispered in a voice drenched in raw desire. When Inseop hesitated, Wooyeon spoke again in a gentle and sweet tone, ‘If we kiss while having s*x, you won’t be scared. Okay?’

Following Wooyeon’s lead, Inseop held onto him and began kissing him. His small tongue, hot with tears, licked and sucked on Wooyeon’s lips. The veins on Wooyeon’s forearm bulged momentarily. He sucked on Inseop’s lips and thrust his cock in deeply.

‘Ugh, …uh, …ah….’

Only soft, deflated sounds escaped between his lips. It felt too good. Inseop’s faint moans, sweat-drenched skin, and the tight, wet sensation squeezing him.

‘Inseop. Damn, …Inseop. Hah.’

Wooyeon called out Inseop’s name as if he were a person struggling in the fog. The heat coursing through his body made his vision dizzy. He bit down on Inseop’s neck.

‘Ah… ugh.’

‘F**k, you taste so good. Hah, it’s so good.’

Wooyeon confessed his excitement in a dazed voice as if he were drugged. Then, like a male marking his territory, he bit into various parts of Inseop’s body. Neat teeth marks appeared red against the white, soft skin.

‘Don’t… please. It hurts. Don’t bite me.’

Inseop tried to stop Wooyeon, but he continued biting and sucking on Inseop’s skin.

‘You don’t like it?’ Wooyeon asked. Inseop quickly nodded. His lower half felt too stretched, too stimulated, too painful, too hot, with all his senses mingling into a mess. He wanted to relieve any part of it if he could.

‘Then you bite me too.’

‘…What?’ a flustered Inseop asked back. Despite living together for years, such conversations never felt familiar. Asking not to be bitten and then being told to bite instead, why…?

‘I’m doing it because I love you so much,’ Wooyeon said, gently biting Inseop’s earlobe, pleadingly.

‘I want to confirm that you’re mine. …You’re mine, right, Inseop?’

After hesitating, Inseop nodded. Wooyeon rubbed his shoulder against Inseop’s face.

‘I’m yours too,’ Wooyeon whispered as he moved his hips again. ‘So, leave your mark on me.’

‘But….’

‘You said you were jealous. Mark me as yours. I don’t care if you bite hard enough to draw blood.’

Wooyeon’s shoulder touched Inseop’s lips again. Reluctantly, Inseop bit Wooyeon’s shoulder lightly. It was more like taking the firm flesh into his mouth than an actual bite. But even this timid marking excited Wooyeon immensely. He thrust deeply into Inseop’s inner wall and ground against it. Inseop’s body shuddered as he tried to push Wooyeon away, but he didn’t budge.

‘Stop, please, …please stop,’ Inseop begged, trembling. He was sensitive to stimulation. He was ticklish and sensitive to pain. The same applied to his sexual sensitivity. He felt so much that he trembled with fear just before climaxing.

At times like this, Wooyeon would comfort Inseop, move slowly until he got used to the sensations, and gently kiss him. But sometimes, he lost all reason and attacked like a madman.

Just like now.

‘Huh… ugh, …sob.’

Looking down at the crying Inseop, Wooyeon gripped his thighs and thrust in hard. His firm body pounded into Inseop repeatedly. Wooyeon’s lower abdomen grew warm and wet. Inseop had ejaculated. The sensation excited Wooyeon further, and he burrowed into Inseop like a starving beast. It wasn’t long before he also ejaculated.

‘Ugh….’

Inseop burst into tears. Wooyeon stared down at him. Every time he saw him cry, he was struck by how beautifully Inseop cried. A smile curved Wooyeon’s elegant eyes.

‘You’re so pretty,’ he murmured contentedly. Inseop sniffled and buried his head in the pillow. Wooyeon’s smile deepened.

‘Lift your head. I want to see your face.’

‘…….’

Lee Wooyeon liked to stare at Inseop’s tear-streaked face. After gazing for a while, he would often smirk and kiss him. But today, Inseop didn’t feel like matching Wooyeon’s actions.

‘Are you not showing me because you hate me?’

There was no way he could hate Wooyeon for something like this. He didn’t even dislike him. He just felt a little hurt.

‘Do you really hate me?’ Wooyeon teasingly asked, pulling away the pillow and forcing Inseop to look at him. Inseop looked up at Wooyeon with tear-filled eyes.

‘So what if you hate me? We’re supposed to live together forever.’

Inseop didn’t answer and pulled the sheet over his face. Wooyeon slipped under the sheet and hugged Inseop from behind, letting out a groan.

‘…What’s wrong?’

‘It hurts where you bit me earlier.’

‘Really?’

Worry flashed in Inseop’s reddened eyes. Wooyeon barely held back a laugh and covered his shoulder with one hand.

‘I think there’s a bite mark here.’

‘I’m sorry. I only bit you lightly. How bad is it? Let me see.’

Despite his own neck and chest being covered in bite marks, Inseop fretted over Wooyeon.

Ah, really….

Wooyeon pulled Inseop into a tight embrace.

‘This is a big deal.’

He mumbled to himself.

‘Does it hurt a lot?’

‘Yeah. It hurts a lot.’

Wooyeon tightened his arms around Inseop and pressed his nose to the back of his neck. Then, in a brusque tone, he reproached Inseop.

‘What will you do if an actor has scars on his body?’

‘…You told me to leave a mark….’

Inseop protested in a small voice, but Wooyeon pretended not to hear.

‘Well, what can I do? You’ll have to take responsibility for me forever, Inseop.’

‘Huh?’

‘Go to sleep.’

His words still made no sense. Inseop repeatedly offered to apply medicine or go to the hospital if it hurt, but Wooyeon ignored him, hugging Inseop tightly and trying to sleep.

From then on, Wooyeon would often tease that Inseop hated him so much that he bit his shoulder. Inseop would deny it every time, but Wooyeon would just hold his shoulder and put on the most pitiful expression.

‘How could you scar an actor’s body? I didn’t think you were such a violent person, Inseop.’

‘…Let’s go to the hospital.’

‘Is there any reason for a married person to show their shoulder around?’

It was still a nonsensical argument. Inseop tried several times to check the alleged “scar” on Wooyeon’s shoulder, but he never succeeded. Every time, Wooyeon would jump on him, demanding responsibility.

Today, Wooyeon was once again complaining about the so-called scar on his shoulder.

<Wow. Even now, the bite mark is still visible. What are you going to do about it?>

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded reproachful, and Inseop quickly raised his head.

“I’ll take responsibility.”

<For life?>

The voice was full of mischief. The word “life” made Inseop’s throat tighten with emotion.

For the first time, Inseop realized that he had never lived with death in mind. At least, not during his time with Wooyeon. He had lived just like a normal person, as if they would be together forever.

For life. He had never doubted that he would spend all his days by Wooyeon’s side.

<Inseop?>

“…Yes. For life.”

Even if that life was shorter than expected….

“Wooyeon.”

Inseop quietly called Wooyeon’s name.

<Yes?>

“I like you. A lot.”

<Really? Hard to believe.>

I love you. More than anything in the world. Really a lot. So much that it’s more sorrowful and terrifying not to see you than to die.

“…Please believe me.”

<We’ll see about that.>

Inseop laughed softly. Wooyeon sighed and called out, “Inseop.”

“Yes.”

<I miss you.>

The sudden sincerity made his breath catch. Inseop quickly replied, “I miss you too.”

<Should I just go over now?>

“…Keep talking to me.”

Wooyeon responded with a resigned “Okay.” They talked for a long time about the weather, buildings, food, and night views in Hong Kong. The phone call ended only when the battery died. After recharging and turning his phone back on, Inseop found a message from Wooyeon along with a picture of the Hong Kong night view.

[Good night. Dream of me.]

Inseop replied, “Good night to you too, Wooyeon,” and lay down. He closed his eyes, but sleep did not come.