Vol 6 Ch 26

“If you don’t want to, we won’t.”  

Despite his words, Wooyeon’s lower body, pressing against Inseop, was swollen with arousal. Inseop knew he should refuse. Wooyeon had told him to. But the desire stirred in him—the hope that, maybe this time, the drunken Wooyeon would hold him and say those words again, just like before…

The thought made Inseop’s mouth go dry. He gave a tiny nod, and Wooyeon immediately sank his teeth into Inseop’s neck. The bite was fierce, like an animal marking its territory. Inseop let out a small moan in response.  

“…Can I?”  

The deep voice, thick with arousal, came out husky. Inseop, panting, asked back, “What?”  

“Can I make a mess out of you?”  

Wooyeon licked the bite mark he had left on Inseop’s neck. The sharp, tingling sensation mixed with the ticklishness, making it hard for Inseop to stay clear-headed.  

Wooyeon gripped Inseop’s hips with his large hands, grinding him against his groin. Inseop’s slender body rocked helplessly with the movement.  

S*x with Wooyeon was usually chaotic. Everything became a blur, and by the time Inseop came to his senses, he would always be clinging to Wooyeon’s arm, crying and begging him to do something—to stop the heat below, to help him breathe, because the pleasure was so intense that his head buzzed and he couldn’t take it anymore.  

“Answer me.”  

At Wooyeon’s demanding plea, Inseop clung to his arm and finally nodded.  

“…You can do whatever you want, Wooyeon.”  

Wooyeon kissed him ravenously, their mouths wide open, tongues tangling messily. Even while they kissed, Wooyeon kept rubbing his body against Inseop, like an animal in heat. Their wet clothes made a sticky sound as they moved.  

Heat surged through Inseop, and his vision went white for a moment as he climaxed first. Wooyeon, seeing Inseop’s release, grew even more aroused, moving fiercely. The wet fabric of Wooyeon’s pants, soaked with both semen and sweat, squelched as he moved. Wooyeon came shortly after, pressing his hot breath against Inseop’s lips. In the overlap of their bodies, Inseop could feel the length of Wooyeon’s release as he finished.  

…Was it over?

Inseop opened his eyes and caught his breath. Slowly, Wooyeon sat up and took off his pants and underwear. For some reason, Inseop recalled something he had once heard: that clothing is a tool for humans to express their identity and also serves as a minimal form of protection. Wooyeon, now naked, threw his soaked, ruined clothes to the floor and ran a hand through his hair, looking down at Inseop.  

Without his clothes, Wooyeon looked even larger, more imposing, yet at the same time more natural. There was no hesitation or shame in his posture.  

Inseop stared at him in a daze, but when their eyes met, he quickly turned his head away.

“Why are you turning your head?” Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s chin, forcing him to look back at him. “You like my face. You should look at me when we have s*x.”

“No, it’s not that…” Inseop did like having s*x while looking at Wooyeon. He liked the way Wooyeon’s eyes gazed at him, the expression he made when he wanted him. More than anything, he liked the feeling of holding each other and kissing throughout the act. But this wasn’t the time to explain all that.

“Is that not true?”  

When Inseop hesitated and didn’t answer, Wooyeon tilted his head and pressed further.  

“You don’t like my face?”  

Before Inseop could react, his body was flipped over. Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s hips and spread them apart.  

“W-Wooyeon…” Inseop tried to stop him, but a hot breath touched his most sensitive spot first. Wooyeon’s tongue probed his slightly parted entrance, causing Inseop to jerk his hips forward in surprise. However, Wooyeon’s large hand pressed his back down against the bed, holding him in place.

“Wooyeon, wait a second…” Inseop pleaded, but Wooyeon didn’t respond. Instead, he spread Inseop further and began sucking on him below. The unfamiliar sensation of having his sensitive inner flesh sucked made Inseop squirm uncontrollably.

“Wait, please, Wooyeon… Wooyeon…” Inseop begged, his voice strained.

“I’m listening,” Wooyeon’s rich voice reverberated from below, sending a rush of heat straight to Inseop’s core.

“That’s… Ah…” Wooyeon’s tongue licked along the sensitive ridges and up to Inseop’s perineum. Inseop’s whole body trembled in response.

“If you’ve got something to say, go ahead. I’ll listen while I’m licking you here,” Wooyeon said, his tone casual, as though he wasn’t driving Inseop to the brink. Even as he spoke, he continued licking, biting, and sucking the area between Inseop’s cheeks. Every time Wooyeon’s tongue pushed deeper, saliva trickled down Inseop’s perineum, leaving the area feeling unbearably slick. It felt like he was being penetrated by Wooyeon’s tongue.

“Wooyeon…” The feeling of Wooyeon’s nose brushing against his most intimate parts made Inseop burn with embarrassment. He tried to hold back, but tears began streaming down his face.  

“Ugh… Hic…”  

Hearing Inseop’s sobs, Wooyeon slowly lifted his head. He leaned forward, gazing down at Inseop’s tear-streaked face.  

“Why are you crying?” Wooyeon whispered, biting down on Inseop’s ear softly. His voice was thick with desire.  

“You told me I could make a mess out of you, didn’t you?”  

Before Inseop could respond, Wooyeon roughly pushed his thick length inside him, filling the unprepared space in one go. Inseop’s eyes widened in shock, and fresh tears welled up.

“It hurts…” Inseop whispered, his voice strained.  

Wooyeon muttered through gritted teeth, “Relax.” Inseop nodded through his sobs, trying to loosen up. Wooyeon thrust into him a few more times, causing Inseop to bite his lip, waiting for it to be over.  

“Ha… F*ck.” Wooyeon let out a low, rough laugh. “You know, you’re tighter now than the first time we did this.”  

Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s waist and rammed into him hard. Inseop gasped, struggling to breathe.  

“You say it hurts, but your hole’s gripping me so tight. F*ck.”  

Even as he spoke, Wooyeon kept pounding into him, his thrusts unrelenting. Inseop’s trembling body clung to Wooyeon as he continued to cry out.  

“Wooyeon, please, slow down… It’s too much, I—”  

“What’s too much?” Wooyeon interrupted, slamming into him harder. Normally, he rambled a lot during s*x, saying all kinds of things that made no sense, but this time, his tone was slightly different.

“Is it too good?” he teased.  

Inseop shook his head, his body slick with sweat as Wooyeon’s thrusts overwhelmed him. Wooyeon chuckled darkly.  

“There’s no way you’re not enjoying it. Your hole loves my d**k so much.”  

Wooyeon reached down and probed Inseop’s stretched entrance with his fingers, feeling the way it clenched around him.

“Look at this. Even now, it’s twitching like it wants more…” Wooyeon pushed his fingers inside along with his cock, spreading Inseop’s opening even wider. Inseop panicked, trying to push Wooyeon’s hand away, but Wooyeon didn’t budge.

“If I open you up a bit more, I bet I could fit my balls in too.”

“No… Hngh… No, please, don’t…” Inseop’s face paled, tears streaming down as Wooyeon’s words painted an unimaginable scene in his mind. Inseop clung to Wooyeon’s arm desperately.  

“Please… kiss me…” Inseop asked in a trembling voice. Whenever he got scared during sex, he would always ask Wooyeon to kiss him. Even when everything felt overwhelming, tangled, and confusing, Wooyeon’s kiss would ground him, help him calm down.

“…Kiss me…” Inseop begged again, his sobs barely contained. Wooyeon cursed under his breath, then leaned down and captured Inseop’s lips. Despite the kiss, his hips never slowed down, continuing their rough rhythm.  

“Wooyeon… Wooyeon…” Inseop called out his name between their crushed lips, clinging to him. Wooyeon also called his name in return.  

“Inseop… Inseop… Inseop-ah…”  

The sound of Wooyeon’s voice, heated and full of desire, sent shivers through Inseop. He wrapped his arms tighter around Wooyeon’s neck, pulling him closer.  

“…Inseop-ah.”  

Wooyeon’s voice was feverish, and Inseop responded by tightening his embrace around him.  

“If I… if I were… your brother… would you still… stay with me?”  

Inseop blinked, confused by the strange, disjointed words coming from Wooyeon.  

“If I were your brother… ha…” Wooyeon’s thick, veined length thrust deeply into Inseop again, his lips trailing hot kisses along Inseop’s trembling body.

“So when you asked me… to marry you…”  

His words were like a jumbled puzzle, making no sense, as if Wooyeon’s mind couldn’t piece them together in the right order.  

That’s not what he meant at all. Inseop had asked Wooyeon to marry him because, just like siblings who could fight and still remain family, he wanted them to become something unbreakable, even if they argued. He wanted a bond that would last, no matter what.  

“That’s not what I meant, I…” Inseop tried to explain, his voice strained.

“Damn it, if that’s not what you meant, then what?” Wooyeon cut him off, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust that made Inseop cry out. His vision blurred from the intense sensation, his fingers digging into the sheets.  

“Wooyeon, I just meant… Wooyeon, please…”  

“You were the one who asked me to marry you,” Wooyeon muttered again, his mind clearly not in a state to comprehend anything logical.  

“Inseop, you told me… you’d stay with me forever. You said it didn’t matter how messed up I was, that you’d still want me. Didn’t you?”  

Like a child throwing a tantrum, Wooyeon’s words were incoherent, full of raw emotion. He kept kissing Inseop sloppily, as if he was trying to make Inseop agree with him. Finally, Inseop nodded through his tears, feeling like he couldn’t deny anything in that moment.  

“…You’re right, Wooyeon… So please…” Inseop murmured, wrapping his legs around Wooyeon’s waist, holding him close. Wooyeon growled softly, biting down on his lip, before thrusting in with all his strength. Inseop’s slender legs shook under the force of it.

“Then it’s fine if I knock you up, even if I’m your brother, right?” Wooyeon’s dark eyes gleamed with lust, twisted by something deeper and rawer. His true self, uninhibited and ruthless, seemed to surface as he voiced his desires. Inseop shook his head in horror.

“Why not? What’s wrong with that?” Wooyeon asked, his voice laced with frustration. Inseop whimpered, managing to say, “No, you can’t…” His tears spilled again, even though he knew how absurd the situation was. But something in the way Wooyeon spoke made him feel as if agreeing would make it come true, as if tonight, Wooyeon really could get him pregnant.

“Damn it, why not?”  

“Hngh…” Inseop could only cry harder, his words choked up.  

“Then tell me, what makes me different from your brothers?” Wooyeon’s voice wavered with something more than lust. It was deeper, emotional, cutting in a way that left Inseop speechless. This wasn’t like the usual incoherent babble during sex—this was something real, something that hurt.

Inseop looked up at him. “Because you’re family, you think you can give them anything, but not me? I’m just like them, aren’t I?” Wooyeon’s voice was low and unsteady, raw with vulnerability and pain.  

Inseop reached up, cupping Wooyeon’s face in his hands gently. Slowly, he pulled Wooyeon’s lower lip into his mouth, sucking it softly before letting go. The warmth from that simple kiss left Wooyeon staring down at Inseop, dazed.

“…I don’t do this… with just anyone…”

Inseop whispered, “I only do this with you, Wooyeon.” The moment he spoke, Wooyeon let out a beast-like growl and lunged at him, kissing him wildly while thrusting into him relentlessly.

“Hah… Hah…”  

Wooyeon’s rigid length pulsed deep within Inseop as he came, but he seemed unaware of his own release, biting his lower lip and glaring down at Inseop as he kept driving into him.

“Hnng… ah, ah…”  

Inseop’s body trembled, tears streaming down his face. The delicate tissues inside him were ravaged by the fierce heat. Each time Wooyeon moved, thick semen overflowed from the narrow entrance, bubbling as it was crushed between their raw flesh. Wooyeon thrusted mercilessly, grinding his hips as if determined to reach deeper.

“…Someone like you…”  

Wooyeon’s voice was hoarse, rough as though catching on something inside him.

“Weak… just a man with a d**k…”  

His dark eyes bore into Inseop’s. The intensity of his gaze pierced through Inseop’s soft skin, sharp like a knife.

“Stupidly innocent, so much so it’s hard to tell if you’re kind or just an idiot.”  

The biting words made Inseop flinch, his body shuddering as he realized that Wooyeon was talking about him, slowly catching up to the harsh reality of the words being thrown at him.

“Skinny and frail.”  

Wooyeon buried his face in Inseop’s neck, inhaling deeply as if savoring his scent.  

Tears welled in Inseop’s large eyes, threatening to spill. Every hurtful reason Wooyeon listed made it harder for him to breathe, made his heart ache more.

“Ugh…”  

Inseop tried to hold back his tears, but it was impossible. He buried his face into the pillow, hoping to hide his crying.

“Always crying at the drop of a hat.”  

Wooyeon’s large hand grabbed Inseop’s face, forcing him to look at him. Inseop didn’t want to show his tears, so he clenched his eyes, desperately trying to stop them from falling.

Not all emotions toward someone could be positive. Sometimes, emotions get muddled, mixing in bitterness. Inseop had moments too, where he didn’t quite understand Wooyeon or even resented him a little. So, he thought it was only natural for Wooyeon to feel hurt or upset with him at times. But knowing that in his mind and hearing it directly from the person he loved were two very different things.

“Damn it, you’re such a hassle, always needing so much care…”  

It felt like he had ruined everything by asking for something simple, by getting greedy. All he had wanted was to hear Wooyeon say the comforting words he had whispered when he embraced him. Now, he wondered if he should apologize. Should he say sorry for being so weak, for being gullible, for being so much trouble? Should he beg Wooyeon to love him anyway? Even if he was a burden, even if Wooyeon despised him for those things, Inseop wanted to keep loving him and pretend he hadn’t heard any of it.

“But still…”  

Inseop felt Wooyeon’s gaze. When he met Wooyeon’s eyes, the tears that had pooled over finally spilled, running down his cheeks.

Wooyeon pulled him into a tight embrace, speaking softly as he kissed him over and over.  

“…I love you too much.”

The words tumbled out, laced with both affection and bitterness.  

“I love you so much… damn it, it’s so overwhelming, it makes me feel pathetic.”

As Wooyeon listed off all the reasons he should hate Inseop, he simultaneously confessed how much he loved him. The confession, particularly the part about feeling pathetic, cut into Inseop’s heart deeper than any other admission of love.

Sometimes, Inseop wondered if Wooyeon’s life would have been easier if they had never met. If Wooyeon hadn’t met him, he wouldn’t have to wake up in a panic, checking his heartbeat out of fear that Inseop might die. He wouldn’t lose sleep if they were apart for a few days. He wouldn’t need to stuff the bathroom cabinet full of medication to quell the constant, creeping anxiety that clawed at him. 

“Inseop-ah…”  

Wooyeon clung to Inseop as if he were desperate, calling out his name. Even though Wooyeon didn’t say the words directly, Inseop could feel his heart, raw and exposed.

“I… love you too…”  

Tears streaming down his face, Inseop wrapped his arms around Wooyeon, holding him as tightly as he could. In a small, trembling voice, he whispered,  

“…I love you.”

Even if sometimes Wooyeon acted in ways he couldn’t understand, even if he hurt him, even if his words were cruel, Wooyeon still loved him with a passion so overwhelming it made him feel pathetic. And Inseop loved that about him.

“I love you, Wooyeon… I love you so much…”  

At the tearful confession, Wooyeon crumbled, pulling Inseop into his arms. As they embraced, Wooyeon’s thrusts became more erratic, until Inseop reached his climax again. Wooyeon, sensing it, followed suit soon after, spilling himself inside Inseop once more.

In the now-quiet room, only their ragged breaths filled the air. The heat between them seemed to meld their bodies together as they lay entwined.