MBL 12

We writhed in that position, reaching a climax. He watched my back as I squirmed, tightening my hips and moving my lower body. He didn’t force me to move, but I rubbed myself against him on my own.

Even as I trembled with release, I couldn’t get up from his lap, sitting there with my hips crushed against him. Without looking at hyung, who was slowly catching his breath, I fled his room as if escaping.

My underwear was soaked. It was the first time I had initiated something like that.

I thought hyung would follow me to my room. Unable to hold back, he’d burst in, strip off my clothes, and we’d hide together under the covers.

But he didn’t come to my room last night, and I fell asleep waiting for him.

“Huh? Are you listening? I said, are you listening?”

“…What?”

To anyone watching, I was clearly enjoying what we were doing.

I treated him like a new lover, while hyung was still breaking taboos on his own.

Recalling the sound of his low, panting breath as he buried his face in my back last night, I turned my gaze to Seokju, who was loudly asking something.

“It’s freaking too much. Man, is he insane? Damn it, how am I supposed to do all this? Did you actually finish everything he gave you yesterday?”

“…Yeah, I finished it.”

“Damn, did he give you easier stuff? Let me see.”

Seokju rummaged through my bag and grabbed the workbook I was going through with hyung. Flipping through the pages, he didn’t even look at it all before tossing it back onto my desk.

“Ugh, seriously. I’m going crazy. My head hurts.”

I picked up the workbook from the floor and frowned at him.

Seokju clutched his hair, looking like he was about to roar like a beast.

“It’s only been a few days, and you’re like this. Hold on a bit.”

“Forget it. I’m not the type to cling to someone who doesn’t want me around. Tell him to buzz off.”

There was no way Seokju didn’t notice the vibe. Hyung really disliked him.

“You were so serious about it, so hyung probably felt pressured.”

I hurriedly made excuses, but Seokju shrugged as if he already knew it all.

“I know I’m at a level that needs emergency treatment. But even so, it’s too much. I barely slept more than two hours yesterday and the day before.”

Seokju collapsed onto his desk, saying he couldn’t do it anymore.

“Don’t do that. Start with the easy stuff and skip what you can’t do. You can ask hyung about what you don’t understand.”

I shook Seokju’s shoulder, saying giving up now would get him nowhere. His head, either already asleep or deliberately ignoring me, didn’t budge.

I knew it would come to this, but his giving up so quickly was frustrating, and I let out a heavy sigh. I started this to reduce the time hyung and I spent alone, but no matter how much I persuaded him, Seokju’s mind was already made up.

Unable to endure the immediate exhaustion and hardship for a future that hadn’t yet arrived, Seokju fled from me as soon as class ended, avoiding my pleas not to give up.

I left the school gate and walked alone to where hyung was waiting with the car.

Leaning against the car, hyung watched me approach slowly from a distance. As if he’d expected it, he didn’t ask about Seokju and got into the car first.

“Seokju ran off.”

I got in and fastened my seatbelt.

“Not surprised at all.”

“It’s because you were too hard on him.”

“I wanted to mess with him, since you said he’s your closest friend in class.”

Starting the car, he gave me a deep, lingering look.

“Are you trying to scare off all my friends?”

“Some people aren’t suited for studying. Do they really need to cling to entrance exams? There are so many ways to make a living in this world.”

“Don’t say that in front of others. It sounds really insulting.”

“Don’t take someone else’s side in front of me. That’s insulting to me. And I’m not taking back a guy who gave up and bailed, so make sure to tell him it’s over.”

“I can’t say that.”

His eyes, turning to me for a moment, were deadly serious, not joking.

“Don’t talk about your closest guy friend in class.”

Why was he so fiercely jealous? It felt like if I asked him to tutor Seokju again, he’d not only lash out at me but at Seokju too.

“Alright, I won’t. I just won’t, okay?”

Puffing out my cheeks and sulking, hyung glanced at me and gave a faint, drawn smile.

Unfortunately, Father, hyung, and I had no trouble living without Ms. Yoon. Hyung was so good at managing himself that it was almost a problem, and while taking care of me, he meticulously looked after Father too.

Deep down, I thought showing any longing for Ms. Yoon might hasten her return, so it felt like an effort to show that we didn’t need her presence, now or in the future, as brothers.

Hyung ironed Father’s dress shirts in advance for work and pressed my school uniform shirts, neatly hanging them in the closet by evening.

Meals weren’t handled carelessly either. It’s a bit harsh to say, but hyung’s cooking seemed better than Ms. Yoon’s, who had spent her life focused on company work.

While tutoring me and managing his own studies, hyung didn’t prepare lavish meals every time. Breakfast was simple with salad, toast, or an omelet, and dinner was something quick and satisfying, like a single dish.

“Are you really not doing weekly club performances anymore?”

After dinner, Father went to the master bedroom to call Ms. Yoon. It had already been a few days since she left.

I asked, looking at hyung’s back as he cleaned up.

“I said I’d take a year off.”

“It’s band activities—won’t it be a problem if you take a break? What if they find another guitarist?”

“They probably already have. It’s not like that’s the only band, so it doesn’t matter.”

He spoke casually, washing dishes and stacking them in the sink. I blankly stared at the neatly washed and stacked porcelain.

There probably weren’t many vocalists who could meet hyung’s exacting standards. Fiddling with the glass tabletop, I spoke up.

“…Should I try it?”

“Hm?”

Maybe he didn’t hear over the water, but he turned to look at me sitting at the table.

“No, I mean… what if I tried being in a band? Like, when I get to university, I’ll have to join clubs anyway.”

“You want to do vocals?”

“When I get to university, not now.”

Feeling suddenly shy, I avoided his gaze.

He finished washing the dishes. Only the sound of rinsing filled the air. After washing the dishcloth and wiping down the sink, he finally turned off the faucet. When the water stopped, the surroundings became eerily quiet.

“That’s a year from now…”

His muttering sounded unusually clear.

Realizing I’d casually broken the one-year timeline he set, I shook my head in a panic.

“No one knows if it’ll be one year or two. If I pass in one go, it’s a year, but if I have to retake, it could take years.”

I subtly hinted that he might have to tutor me for more than a year.

Turning to me, he dried his wet hands on a towel. Our eyes met. Not catching my hint, he smiled and said.

“You’ll do well. You’ve got a good voice.”

“Then can I join your band? Perform at the club, practice together, stuff like that?”

I promised again for a year from now. Maybe we’d go to the same university, join the same indie band, practice, and sing together.

“…Of course.”

“That’ll be fun.”

As I smiled, anticipating that time, he looked at me with eyes deep in thought. We were each imagining our own futures when he suddenly changed the mood.

“Enough nonsense—time to study. Want coffee? If you think it’ll keep you up, don’t drink it.”

“Just one cup, weak.”

“I’ll bring it up, so go start studying.”

“Got it.”

Was it my imagination?

Hyung looked away first.

He walked to the coffee machine and picked a capsule. I watched his back, then got up from the table and headed to my room.

I sat at my desk and turned on the lamp. Since hyung started seriously tutoring me, he rearranged the furniture.

He calculated which direction to face—window or door—for better focus and considered which bulb color and brightness would minimize eye strain. He tried to create the optimal study environment for me, like a teacher, a father, or an older brother.

I started studying, waiting for hyung to bring coffee and brain-boosting nut snacks.

Lost in focus, I didn’t notice time passing until I glanced at the clock—it had been about an hour.

Hyung, who said he’d come soon, still wasn’t here. I jotted down questions I didn’t understand to ask him, but he was taking so long that I got up, puzzled.

I headed to his room. I knocked lightly twice and opened the door.

Hyung was sitting at his desk. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, just sitting there with a tray of two coffees and snacks placed on the desk like an offering.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to help me study?”

“Oh…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I was on a call.”

His phone, which he claimed he was using, was nowhere on the desk.

“Why are you acting like you’re out of it? School stuff? Or did Father say something again?”

“No, it’s not that. Just something I need to think about.”

“What?”

I followed him back to my room, sitting in a chair and pressing him for answers. The coffee had gone lukewarm.

“What’s going on?”

Instead of answering, he tried to brush it off, but I persistently asked what was wrong. Smiling as if he found my insistence cute, he ruffled my hair.

“Our Joonyoung’s going to be such a nag to his wife someday. It’s nothing.”

“Is it about Ms. Yoon? Did Father say something? I told him last time it was nothing.”

“What were you working on? Is this what you didn’t understand?”

“…”

He changed the subject, saying it was nothing, and pulled my notebook toward him. Forcing my head toward the desk, he patted the back of my head, telling me to focus and not think about other things.

We solved past exam questions until past midnight, made a mistake notebook, and tackled variations he created by changing numbers. Only then was today’s work done.

Looking at his watch, hyung cleared the cups and tissues from the messy desk. His gesture signaled we were done for today.

I stretched, groaning from exhaustion.

“Ugh, studying really takes stamina.”

“Tired?”

“A bit.”

I said that but quickly corrected myself.

“It’s fine. I’m not that tired.”

“Good job. Wash up and sleep.”

“…Sleep already?”

“It’s past midnight.”

“It’s only midnight.”

We both glanced at the clock we’d already checked. It read ten past twelve.

“Can you do more?”

He asked if I wanted to study more. That wasn’t what I meant.

I didn’t want to spend this brief moment of free time studying.

Something was off about hyung today. I couldn’t pinpoint what was different, but something was.

Afraid he’d suggest more studying, I quickly pulled out my phone.

“Can’t we sleep a bit later? I found a really good song on YouTube yesterday. Listen to it, hyung.”

Our music tastes were similar. Hyung was the one who gave me a taste when I didn’t have one.

I grabbed my phone and earphones and sat on the bed. Leaning against the wall, I patted the mattress, signaling hyung to come over.

Glancing at the door, he reluctantly came to my side. He climbed onto the bed and leaned against the wall.

I handed him one earphone. I wanted him to hear it quickly. I played the video, scooting close and telling him to watch. I propped my knees up and placed the phone on them.

He stared at the screen. We listened to a foreign band together.

“The guitar playing’s really good.”

“…Yeah.”

“Can you play like that, hyung?”

“With practice.”

“Then let’s practice this song later. I’ll work on the lyrics.”

My head tilted, resting on his shoulder. The phone on my knees was now in his hand.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t sleepy past midnight. My eyelids grew heavy. I hooked my arm through his, rubbing my cheek against his shoulder. His faint scent was pleasant.

Linking arms, I pressed my palm against his. He closed his fingers, holding my hand. Like lovers reluctant to part, we clung to each other, feeling each other’s warmth while listening to the song.

“Can’t you sleep with me? Listen to music and… if we get sleepy, just sleep here.”

“…”

“I don’t like it when you keep going to your room. It feels bad when I wake up.”

“…You want me here?”

“Is that not okay?”

“I’m not sure I can just sleep quietly.”

He tilted his head, meeting my gaze. I looked up at him.

“I’m okay with it.”

“…With what?”

“I… I’m okay.”

“What does that mean?”

“Whatever you want to do… it’s okay.”

“What do I want to do?”

Even as I gave him permission, his expression turned desolate for reasons I couldn’t understand.

“Whatever you want, I’m okay with it. So don’t go—sleep here. Let’s sleep together.”

I clung to his arm and shoulder, leaning my weight against him, telling him not to run away. His movements, usually so intense and persistent when holding me, stiffened as I pulled him closer.

I twisted my face, leaning against his broad shoulder, and looked up at him. Our eyes met as he looked down.

“Don’t go while I’m asleep, okay?”

“…”

I turned my gaze from him to the phone screen. Listening to the soothing song, I tapped my fingers to the rhythm on his palm, but unable to fight my heavy eyelids, I fell asleep.

∞ ∞ ∞

When I woke up in the morning, hyung wasn’t there, as if he’d ignored my words. I wasn’t just disappointed or upset—it felt desolate… lonely.

“Starting today, memorize during your commute too.”

“…Got it.”

As soon as I got in the car, I took the summary notes hyung handed me.

After passing them to me, he focused on driving. I looked at his profile and opened the notes.

I wanted to ask why he didn’t sleep with me last night and went back to his room, but I didn’t. If I was the only one feeling lonely waking up alone, that would be miserable.

Despite my lonely heart, the routine was the same as yesterday. I went to school, and after classes, I rode home in hyung’s car and started studying right away.

Even on the way to school in the morning, I memorized the summary notes, and in the car on the way home, hyung pushed me to use my time wisely by memorizing.

From Monday to Friday, I diligently followed hyung’s instructions and schedule, but on Friday evenings like today, things changed.

My attitude became so sloppy that hyung pointed out my lack of focus. Especially after nine, I couldn’t sit still, feeling restless, as if my insides were twisting.

“Want to stop?”

“Yes. I was waiting for you to say that.”

I raised both hands, cheering. As soon as he spoke, I closed my books and notes. Hyung, who had only been asking to gauge my intent while holding a pen, looked exasperated, leaning back and rubbing his tired neck.

Busy with his own studies and now handling household chores without Ms. Yoon, hyung’s burden was surely much heavier than mine.

“It’s Saturday tomorrow, so I’ll sleep in.”

“Alright. I won’t wake you.”

Like a real tutor, he tidied the desk and stood up. I looked up, puzzled.

“What?”

Reading my gaze, hyung asked as he was about to leave.

“…Nothing.”

“You must be tired. Wash up and sleep.”

“…”

He said goodnight with his eyes and left the room.

Today, hyung didn’t put his arm around my shoulder as usual, nor did he press his cheek against mine, frowning at a tough problem and rubbing it lovingly as if he adored me.

I, who had only ever accepted his touch with stiffness, now found myself rubbing my sleepy eyes against hyung’s shoulder as he didn’t approach me, and subtly placing my hand on the arm that was helping me solve problems.

Did hyung avoid my hand earlier?

It felt like he did. It seemed like he casually pulled his arm away and shifted his posture.

Tomorrow was the weekend. It was fine to be a bit lazy for an hour or two, and besides, Ms. Yoon was away on a trip.

Father hadn’t come up to the second floor much since hyung caused a scene. No, since that incident, he hadn’t once intruded into our living space.

To Father, the second floor was sacred ground, which meant tonight, no one would disturb us.

Father could never know what we were doing, not now or ever. Even if he sensed something was off, he wouldn’t imagine anything beyond that. Because he was our kin, the things hyung and I did every night were beyond his comprehension.

I went to hyung’s room. This time, I didn’t knock and opened the door.

He was about to shower, holding underwear and clothes to change into.

“You said you were tired?”

“…Hyung, you haven’t hurt yourself again, have you?”

“…”

“Take off your clothes.”

Something felt off. The only time hyung wasn’t upfront with me was when he hurt himself.

“Take off your clothes. Now.”

His inability to respond turned my suspicion into certainty.

My tone came out urgent and sharp.

To stop him from hurting himself, I was allowing things I shouldn’t.

“Hurry up and take off your clothes.”

His expression clearly showed discomfort at my insistent demand, neither answering nor complying.

“Did you do it again? You hurt yourself, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t.”

“Then what’s wrong? Why are you acting like this lately?”

“Me? What’s wrong?”

“You’re just weird. Everything’s weird.”

Yesterday and today, hyung hadn’t touched me once. I couldn’t bring myself to say it felt strange that he didn’t touch me today, that we only studied diligently, as if I were hoping for his touch.

He used to pull me into something forbidden, no matter how much I refused, urging us to sin together, to be consumed by sweet evil, leading me down an unrighteous path. But his attitude had changed over the past few days. Thinking back, it really had.

“I want to check. I need to check now to feel at ease.”

“…”

“Take it off and show me.”

His avoidance of my gaze made me even more suspicious.

I stared at him stubbornly.

After a long silence, he sighed, saying fine, and pulled his shirt up to his neck like he was being examined with a stethoscope.

Thinking his changed demeanor was due to self-harm, I yanked the shirt he’d halfheartedly pulled up over his head.

I closely inspected his bare torso under the ceiling light. Resigned, he stood awkwardly, offering his body.

My hand traced the scars on his chest. His skin flinched as my fingers touched scars that no longer felt pain. There were no fresh, vivid wounds on his bare body.

I touched his shoulder with regret, thinking how much more striking it would’ve been without those ugly scars.

“You’re checking everything, huh?”

He muttered awkwardly, picking up the shirt I’d stripped off and turning it right-side out to put it back on.

“Want to shower together?”

“…”

He didn’t answer right away.

I had to check his entire body. I needed to see if there were scars elsewhere, but I couldn’t forcibly strip his pants or underwear.

If he had any wounds, I wanted to comfort them. I wanted to offer my body to stop him from doing it again. To do that, I had to shower with him, even if I didn’t want to. I wasn’t lusting after him—I just wanted to protect him.

“I want to shower together.”

When we were kids, we always bathed together. Even after promising him a year, we’d showered together a few times, but his lips stiffened coldly, as if my suggestion was suddenly awkward.

“…You don’t want to?”

He shook his head firmly, saying that wasn’t it.

“No.”

“…”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s not that.”

I was the confused one, but he looked confused. Now, he seemed to feel guilty, and it made my heart lurch.

I stripped right there. He stared at me with startled eyes.

“Just undress here. Father won’t come up anyway. It’s just us.”

Exposing my lower body in front of him was still embarrassing, no matter how many times it happened. I especially didn’t want my brother to see my bare, hairless groin. I stood awkwardly, twisting slightly to hide it, glancing at him.

The shower stall, which felt spacious alone, was cramped with his tall frame.

He turned on the faucet. Warm water at just the right temperature poured over my head.

“It’s a bit hot.”

He was squeezing liquid soap onto a shower towel to make foam, and at my words, he slightly adjusted the faucet toward cold.

“Now?”

“Perfect.”

I looked down, checking his body for new scars. With only the indirect light on, I couldn’t see every detail, but thankfully, there were no new wounds beyond the ones I knew.

“All checked now?”

“…Yeah.”

He seemed to know my intentions fully. I answered sheepishly.

We were trapped in faint darkness.

He scrubbed my arms and back with the shower towel.

When he washed me, I felt protected, and my mood softened. The tension that had spiked like a blade eased.

Father never entered our domain, and Ms. Yoon was absent. No one would disturb us or condemn our actions as filthy. When it was just us, we weren’t sinning.

“Still not done checking?”

As my eyes kept scanning his body, he grabbed my chin, telling me to stop. Hot water flowed down my skin.

“You keep avoiding my eyes, so it feels weird.”

“When did I?”

“You kept doing it. Even now.”

“Why would I avoid you?”

“If it’s not that, then look at me.”

“…”

He met my eyes. Amid his battle-worn body, his gaze was the only thing vividly alive.

“If it’s hard… I’m okay. So do it to me.”

“…Do what?”

His eyes widened in shock. What are you telling me to do, he asked blankly. I was ready to go beyond what we were already doing for his sake.

“I’m okay.”

If my existence could fill his void, I had to. If the kin I loved more than anyone wanted it, if it kept him from hurting himself, I convinced myself it was my burden to bear. But I wasn’t forcing myself to endure something I disliked for hyung. I secretly hoped he’d come to my bed.

When we hid under the covers in the dark, I didn’t just endure his actions with resignation. I touched him secretly, subtly slipping my knee between his thighs to feel his heated center. I let out frustrated breaths, unable to touch him actively.

“I’m really okay… whatever you want, even that…”

It wasn’t him crossing the line—it was me. I lowered my gaze, looking at his wet chest.

“What do I want?”

“…”

“I’m ruining you. You’re not okay.”

“I’m…”

“Do you even know what I want?”

He was angry. His tone was violent.

“I know. I know. That’s why I’m saying it’s okay. I’m really okay.”

“…Joonyoung, I’m, hyung is…”

About to harshly demand what I meant, he couldn’t hold back, letting out a groan and suddenly pressing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes.

“Hng…!”

Water flowed between our parted lips. Our tongues tangled urgently.

At first, just licking what he offered was overwhelming. As kissing him became frequent, I could now savor the taste of his lips and tongue.

His lips tasted like champagne I’d tried once. The sweet, rich fruitiness filled my mouth, and the crisp carbonation on my tongue was surprisingly strong. After two glasses Father poured, my head spun, and the world twirled.

Kissing hyung was like that. My head spun, and though we were clearly sinning, it didn’t feel like a crime. It was painful and agonizing, but his lips and tongue sucking me in were sweet.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. My body was pushed back, my back hitting the glass stall. His grip tightened on my bare body. The weight pressing me down felt good. I clung to his shoulders with both arms, as if hanging onto him.

Our tangled tongues parted, and our lips separated with a wet sound.

With my arms around his firm neck, I met his eyes.

“Ha, ha… this is bad.”

“…Hm?”

“It feels good. Kissing you, hyung.”

“…”

“What do I do… I keep getting weird.”

“…”

“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? It’s not just because it’s you, right?”

“…”

He just stared at me blankly, not answering.

“You’ve done this with lots of people, so you’d know. Is it like this with others? Is it… supposed to feel this good?”

He nodded slowly.

An indescribable emotion crossed his face.

It seemed joyful, sad, and painful all at once…

It was too complex for someone as immature as me to grasp, filled with too many emotions.

“We shouldn’t do this, we really shouldn’t.”

I wanted to ask what would happen after a year, to demand he guarantee what came next. I couldn’t bear him disappearing from my sight.

I wanted to make him choose whether to remain my hyung or live as strangers, pretending not to know each other.

If a year from now meant cutting ties with him, I’d rather keep doing this with hyung. I couldn’t let him go or send him away.

As I asked if this was okay, my fingers gripped his shoulders tightly. I held onto him, not letting go. I pressed so hard his skin turned white under my nails.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t do this.”

His low voice whispered, bowing his head close. I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or himself.

“We shouldn’t?”

If we shouldn’t, why are we doing this? I resented him.

He whispered softly in my ear.

“I’m ruining you.”

A chill ran through me. I wanted to ask if it was possible to ruin someone so sweetly. His wet lips bit my earlobe painfully.

“Ugh…!”

My shoulder flinched. His lips began to consume my wet skin bit by bit. I turned my face, offering my neck and chest so he could devour me easily.

“I’ll be punished…”

I went along with him, sometimes even encouraging him.

Even the guilt of sinning faded. Doing this with hyung was a pleasurable act.

As I pressed my lips to his, I hooked my foot behind his knee, trying to get closer, parting my legs to let his thigh slide in, feeling his heated center.

With slow but clear arousal, I rubbed my erect member against his flesh with intimate movements. My lower body twitched faintly.

“Hng… ugh.”

I gently bit his wet lips, nibbling with my teeth and teasing with my tongue. His responding tongue trembled. Pulling back slightly, I looked up at his face and said.

“Ha, it’s not wrong. Tell me it’s not wrong.”

He grabbed my arms tightly, holding me as if forcing a kiss, making me lift my head.

He had the same expression as when he’d stopped me from touching his lower body, saying it was something only animals do.

“It’s wrong. The sin is mine alone.”

“…Hyung.”

“I’m the one ruining you. Got it?”

He gripped me, scolding, as I hesitated. His aroused member pressed closer, as if to keep me from touching it. His elastic back muscles flexed toward me.

“You’re not sinning. This is my burden.”

His hand slid down my spine. My lower body flinched. I was tightly gripping his thigh with my groin, as if strangling it.

His movements, which had touched me so preciously, stiffened. I felt like miserable tears would burst from my body, which couldn’t help but rub against him.

“No. I’m sinning with you. Why do you keep taking all the pain?”

“Don’t do that. That’s what animals do.”

He deliberately collided his body against mine painfully.

The wet hair brushing against my tender inner thigh, the hard flesh of his erection, and the thick testicles below grazed my groin, giving a sharp sense of volume and hot body heat, but that was all.

I wanted to touch his private parts with my sensitive hands and lips. I wanted to grip them fully, squeezing as if to burst them.

I bit my lips hard, clamping down on the lewd fingers that wanted to touch my brother.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me. He began hitting my lower body with forceful strength again. My limbs, held by him, jolted together.

“Ugh… hng, hng, hyung, hyung…!”

Like I’d swallowed some drug, shrill moans poured out unrestrained between my lips. His chest and abs rippled powerfully as he breathed in.

I touched the short hair at his nape. I grabbed his hair. Clinging to his lips, I pulled his hot tongue into my open mouth, sucking it hard. His breath and saliva slid down my throat with a gulp.

I kissed him frantically. Our unsteady bodies swayed together. The wet soles of our feet slapped against the floor, echoing with each step.

Pulling his lips away, he lifted my weight fully and pushed me roughly against the glass wall. My wet back stuck to the foggy, steamed glass.

“Ha, ha, hyung, I’m going crazy.”

“Just stay still. Don’t do anything. Nothing.”

“…What do we do, what do we do?”

“The sin is mine alone. Only I need to hurt.”

“Ha, that’s not fair, don’t say that… ugh!”

I shook my head, begging him not to say such painful things, as if he were the only one sinning when we were doing it together.

His lower body collided with mine between my spread legs, stealing my breath. Our wet flesh slapped together and parted.

“Hng, getting aroused by your little brother… you’re a crazy bastard, and you, Joonyoung, you… ha, you can’t help it.”

“Ha, ugh, hng…!”

My body shook with the chaotic, wet collisions of our lower bodies. I clung to his neck as if I’d die. The heat was so intense I felt like I’d combust.

“Ha, you can’t help it, ugh, you’re just… being taken.”

“Hyung… hyung!”

My groin, pushed to its limit, rubbed and collided with the red-hot member of the crazy bastard aroused by his little brother.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. My inner thigh muscles trembled uncontrollably.

His wild, heaving movements froze for a moment. Pressing his lower abdomen tightly against me, he rubbed his groin against mine obscenely, constricting my breath.

“Ah, ah, hng…!”

I came, clinging to his lower abdomen. My vision flashed white like lightning, and a scorching thrill licked through my body as if I’d swallowed fire.

“Ha, ha, haa…”

His chest heaved. I wrapped my arms around his sturdy neck, trembling as if in convulsions.