Vol 6 Ch 16

As soon as the door closed behind them, Wooyeon rushed at Inseop, hurriedly stripping him of his clothes. Although Inseop’s voice trembled, asking him to wait for just a moment, Wooyeon showed no intention of stopping.

 

Initially, they had planned to go home, but then decided to head to a nearby hotel. Eventually, they ended up entering the first motel they saw.

 

Wooyeon roughly pulled off the knit sweater Inseop was wearing and yanked down his pants. It was the first time he had entered a motel for the purpose of having sex. Despite a luxury hotel being only a few blocks away, he no longer had the patience to make it that far.

 

“…Wait, please….”

 

Inseop, on the verge of tears, pushed Wooyeon away as he tried to remove his underwear. Wooyeon, breathing heavily, glanced at him.

 

“Don’t tell me you want to back out now, after coming this far. Unless you want to see me drop dead.”

 

“N-no, it’s not that, I… I just have to ask you something.”

 

Inseop desperately blocked Wooyeon’s hand from slipping into his underwear and managed to continue speaking.

 

“…How much of this is a lie?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Wooyeon asked, burying his nose in the nape of Inseop’s neck and taking a deep breath. The scent of sweat mixed with his body’s natural fragrance filled his lungs.

 

“You’re… not really my brother, right?”

 

A low chuckle vibrated against Inseop’s neck. Wooyeon rested his head on Inseop’s shoulder and asked, “Does that even matter now?”

 

“…Just tell me.”

 

“Why? Are you afraid of going to hell?”

 

“…….”

 

Inseop’s neck flushed red.

 

He really did look F*cking delicious.

 

Wooyeon bit down on Inseop’s neck, causing him to flinch and let out a small yelp.

 

“You once asked me, you know. You wondered what it would’ve been like if we were really brothers.”

 

“…….”

 

The memory of Inseop looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes and saying that resurfaced. It hadn’t been that long ago, but receiving that kind of affection from Inseop now felt like a distant memory.

 

“Does that answer your question?”

 

Inseop nodded, and Wooyeon suppressed a smirk.

 

He almost asked if Inseop’s God didn’t allow incest between brothers but was okay with two men together. But he held back.

 

What a uselessly pious idiot.

 

Wooyeon kissed the spot he had bitten. Inseop shuddered, his shoulders twitching. It was cute. Wooyeon kissed him a few more times, and each time Inseop stiffened awkwardly, unsure of how to react.

 

“…Do you hate it?”

 

Wooyeon asked while kissing and holding Inseop’s body. He didn’t really care if Inseop said yes, not when they’d already come this far and had their pants off, but it seemed polite to ask.

 

“N-no, it’s not that I hate it…”

 

Inseop stammered, his hands fidgeting, unsure of where to place them.

 

“It’s just, it’s my first time… I don’t really know what to do….”

 

Inseop suddenly gasped as Wooyeon shoved him against the wall and lifted him up, pinning him in place. The excitement between them was palpable. Trapped between the wall and Wooyeon’s firm body, Inseop was kissed forcefully. His feet didn’t touch the ground, adding to the anxiety that swelled within him. He was scared—terrified by the unfamiliar sensation of feeling another man’s excitement pressing against him.

 

Inseop whimpered and clung to Wooyeon’s neck. Wooyeon cursed under his breath.

 

“…Did I do something wrong?”

 

“Why?”

 

“…You cursed… ugh.”

 

Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding their bodies together. Embarrassment flushed Inseop’s face red.

 

“You didn’t do anything wrong….”

 

Wooyeon kissed the corner of Inseop’s eye. His long eyelashes trembled. When Wooyeon licked the spot with his tongue, Inseop let out a small, shaky breath and clung to him even tighter. Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s hips and pressed them hard against himself, grinding them together relentlessly.

 

“Ah, w-wait….”

 

“F*ck, of course it’s wrong. You keep doing this to someone who’s barely holding it together.”

 

Wooyeon bit down hard on Inseop’s neck, leaving a mark. He gnawed at the soft flesh, leaving behind swollen, reddish evidence of their encounter. Inseop, overwhelmed by this unfamiliar sensation and the involuntary arousal it triggered, felt like he was standing on the edge of a burning fire, unsure of what to do.

 

“A-ah, hng… wait, please… what am I supposed to do? I…”

 

Inseop clung to Wooyeon’s neck and finally burst into tears. As Wooyeon kissed his trembling lips, Inseop climaxed, spilling onto the carpet. The sight of it filled him with overwhelming shame, as if he had committed an unforgivable mistake in someone else’s home.

 

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up, I swear—ah!”

 

Before he could finish, his frail body was thrown onto the bed. Wooyeon quickly leaned over him.

 

“Clean what? We don’t have time for that.”

 

Wooyeon stripped off his sweater, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Inseop instinctively held his breath. He knew Wooyeon had broad shoulders, but the sight of them now was overwhelming. His muscles were so defined, with no excess—Inseop had never seen anything like it. Wooyeon’s physique was imposing.

 

“You’ve never had sex before, have you?”

 

Wooyeon’s voice was steady, almost casual. Inseop wanted to ask why Wooyeon kept speaking so informally, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He just shook his head.

 

“Do you know how it’s done?”

 

Wooyeon slid his hand between Inseop’s legs, fingers grazing the sensitive area. Inseop jerked back, startled, but there wasn’t much room to escape on the narrow bed.

 

“Do you know how?”

 

With the headboard behind him and Wooyeon’s broad shoulders blocking the way forward, Inseop could only blush from his neck to his shoulders and whisper a soft, “Yes.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

Wooyeon’s voice dropped lower. Inseop, panicked, answered honestly without thinking, “In a dream.”

 

“What?”

 

Wooyeon’s well-formed eyebrows furrowed dangerously.

 

“In a dream? What did you do in that dream, and with whom?”

 

The way he asked sounded like someone interrogating a lover who had cheated. When Inseop couldn’t answer, Wooyeon leaned in, his nose nearly touching Inseop’s.

 

“Who was it with? Fred? Jenny? Or was it Aaron?”

 

“W-what are you talking about? Why would it be with any of them…?”

 

Inseop regretted speaking as soon as he looked up. Wooyeon’s dark eyes were fixed on him, like a predator eyeing its prey, ready to devour. It was terrifying.

 

“Then who was it with?”

 

“…….”

 

“Who was it with that you ended up doing… this with?”

 

Inseop wanted to cry. It seemed Wooyeon had decided to abandon any pretense of being the gentle, kind brother he once was.

 

“I don’t… remember.”

 

Inseop mumbled a vague answer. Wooyeon didn’t seem convinced, though. He grabbed Inseop’s ankle and pulled him downward on the bed. Before Inseop could react, his legs were slung over Wooyeon’s broad shoulders, fully exposing him.

 

“You might not remember who it was, but you’ve had sex in your dreams, right? Well, between men, this is how it’s done.”

 

Wooyeon’s fingers pushed between Inseop’s thighs.

 

“Agh!”

 

A sharp, panicked cry escaped Inseop’s lips as Wooyeon’s fingers entered him. Wooyeon continued, his fingers pushing deeper into the tight space.

 

“Did they do this to you in your dream?”

 

“No… they didn’t…”

 

Inseop’s face was buried in the pillow, and it wasn’t long before the pillowcase was damp with his tears. Wooyeon swallowed the bitter taste rising in his throat.

 

“Then how did it happen? Tell me. Hm?”

 

Even as he spoke, Wooyeon’s fingers worked without pause, stretching and exploring. Inseop couldn’t take it anymore; he started crying.

 

“…It was you.”

 

As Wooyeon saw Inseop’s face, flushed with a mix of shame, arousal, and fear, he realized just how vile a person he had become.

 

The sight of Inseop, looking so vulnerable, filled him with an overwhelming mixture of tenderness and brutal desire. He wanted to ruin him. He wanted to see that delicate body soaked in his seed.

 

“What do you mean, me?”

 

Wooyeon hissed the question between his teeth.

 

“…In the dream, it was you.”

 

Inseop’s voice was barely audible, trembling with the confession. Wooyeon’s eyes widened in surprise. After a moment’s thought, he leaned down, pressing himself closer to Inseop’s body.

 

“Didn’t you say you didn’t remember?”

 

“…….”

 

“Did you want to do that with your brother?”

 

“It’s not like that…!”

 

Inseop tried to defend himself, raising his head only to be met with Wooyeon’s teasing smile. Immediately, he buried his face back in the pillow, ashamed.

 

Wooyeon gently took Inseop’s earlobe into his mouth, playing with it lightly. Inseop squirmed, begging him to stop, but it was useless. The relentless attention finally broke Inseop, and tears streamed down his face again.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

Wooyeon whispered soothingly in a kind, soft voice. He kissed Inseop’s ear, forehead, and hair, his lips brushing gently over each spot. When their eyes met again, Wooyeon kissed him lightly.

 

“…It’s not because I want to, it’s just that, in dreams, having those kinds of dreams about family means you want to make up with them… It’s not because there’s something wrong with my head… Haah, ngh…”

 

Was that why Inseop had called the hospital to schedule a counseling session? If it was the Inseop Wooyeon knew, that made perfect sense.

 

Completely clueless, yet pathetically turned on.

 

Wooyeon kissed Inseop’s trembling shoulder.

 

“Alright. Then let’s make up.”