THM Ch 13

The sound of panting was heard for a long time. It was a suppressed breathing, as if he were trying with all his might to hold back the urge to thrust his hips on his own against the palm gripping him. Because he was exhaling so breathlessly at the same time, the area around Nando’s neck, where the breath reached, became hot as well.

The bastard raised his head. Eyes that had turned bright red stared directly at Nando.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

They were eyes containing neither resentment nor anger. There was no such thing as shame or agony, either. Although they were slightly wet with moisture, that was only because he was running at the end of a climax. Good as he was.

Nando peered carefully into those eyes and curled his hand even tighter into a fist. As he tightly squeezed the penis all the way to the tip, the bastard twitched his eyebrows and his whole body trembled violently. His lips even moved slightly as if he wanted to say something.

“Alright, only up to here.”

Releasing the penis, he stood in that spot and looked down at his own thoroughly soaked hand. Since it had burst from a beast-like dick, the amount had no choice but to follow that of a beast as well. The semen that amply drenched even the floor was both murky in color and high in viscosity. It was safe to say that at least two weeks had comfortably passed since the day he last ejaculated. That ejaculation at least two weeks ago was surely through self-consolation as well.

Only then did he seem to understand the reason why the bastard was panting like crazy. Would it be similar to the feeling of putting a cigarette in one’s mouth again after two weeks of quitting smoking? Since his dick was being touched for the first time in a long while, it was only natural for his mind to go crazy. No matter if it was someone else’s hand. No, did such a reaction come out even more because it was someone else’s hand?

Tsk-tsk, a sigh escaped him without his realizing it. Then Taegyuk offered an apology, saying he was sorry. Rubbing and wiping his sticky hand on the bastard’s cheek, Nando said generously:

“Sorry for what? I’m the one who grabbed it, did you offer it?”

Even as his face was being soiled with semen, the bastard made no sign of discomfort. He was accepting even that without much emotion. Still, it seemed he was embarrassed about feeling pleasure at someone else’s hand and ejaculating at someone else’s hand, as his face flushed more severely than ever. Even his chest was bright red.

“Go upstairs, take a shower, and leave.”

When he spoke while pointing to the stairs leading to the second floor, Taegyuk began packing up his clothes that had fallen onto the floor.

He went to the sofa, sat down, and leaned his back fully against it. Since the heavy weights that had been bothering his chest had disappeared, sleep poured over him easily as well. Even if new ones arose tomorrow, Goo Taegyuk would solve them for him.

While blinking his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling, he felt a gaze. Turning his head to look at Taegyuk, he was watching this way just as he had felt. To be exact, it was his flank. His flank in a severe condition, still black with bruises from being kicked by his father’s foot.

“What.”

At Nando’s question, the bastard said, “…It is nothing,” and finished the work he was doing. Even if all the buttons had popped off and it was a mess, it was the shirt he had to wear when leaving. He began wiping the floor drenched in semen with it, but his touch lacked order as if he had peeked at an embarrassing scene.

Nando quietly watched that appearance from across, then smoothly stripped off his pants. The moment he became nude, he sprang up from the sofa. Whomever the opponent was, for whatever reason it was, because he had done what was considered a ‘dirty act’ anyway, his lower body was in a stiff condition as well. But it wasn’t urgent. The most important thing was cleanly resolved, and because even his feelings of depression had vanished due to that, there was no need to linger on fucking tonight.

The drunkenness that had fled due to the violent exercise was rushing back in again. His eyelids were heavy. If he washed his body in hot water like this and lay down on the bed, he would fall fast asleep shortly without the unpleasant feeling of being trapped in a coffin.

Taking wobbly steps toward the master bedroom, Nando delivered his last order of the day to the bastard who would be looking at him from behind.

“I’m going to sleep. Wash up, lock up carefully, and go.”

Coming out of Nando’s house, the place Taegyuk drove to was not the new house he had obtained thanks to Nando. It was a motel room located at a very close distance from the Junan Future Information & Communications building.

Yesterday, Taegyuk had paid 300,000 won here to get a monthly room. The interior was worn out, but there was a bed, a closet, a television, and above all, a bathroom he could use alone. Anywhere, compared to the gosiwon that was only narrow for Taegyuk’s body, it was a place worth living in its own way.

If asked why he was being so dismal while leaving behind the perfectly fine house he received as a gift, it was because Taegyuk also had a heart. A heart that didn’t want to lie to his family, who were certain to pry more and more inquisitive questions. A heart that didn’t want to show a face bruised from getting hit, at least to his younger sibling. As long as he had obtained the position of a toy for his superior’s vent, and thus came to carry burst lips and someone else’s handprints thickly all over himself like today, he had no choice but to break those hearts.

To his family, he had told them that he had started a bodyguard job. That he interviewed at a solid company and got accepted, and came to serve a high-ranking person at that company, but that person took pity on our situation, paid off the debt, added a large down payment, provided a vehicle, and even prepared this house; there was no other reason, and it was solely because that person’s good heart was so wonderful, so they just need to know it as such.

As expected, his family did not believe his words at face value. They might have in the past, but now they were not people dark to the ways of the world. To him after he finished speaking, Taeeun had spoken almost as if counterattacking:

‘Oppa, don’t do it. Don’t do that kind of job.’

And his mother caught Taegyuk as he was sneaking out secretly at dawn and made a tearful threat:

‘No matter how difficult it is, there are things to sell, you rascal… You shouldn’t sell such things. Organs aren’t things to sell…’

Facing that, he had replied like this: It’s not that kind of job, it’s a bodyguard job. I don’t sell such things, I’m just protecting a high-ranking person.

[Oppa, did you enter the quarters?

Eat your meals well there too

Got it?]

He sat on the edge of the bed without even taking off his clothes and read the text message sent by Taeeun. It was one received a long time ago. What he was doing around the time the message flew in was clear even by rough estimation. At that time, he was entrusting his penis to Nando’s hand, ejaculating, and panting. He was barely holding back wanting to thrust his waist directly against that hand.

Falling back into that situation he had thought about in the car all the way here was instant as well. He even forgot that he was going to send a reply to Taeeun. Forgetting even his beloved sibling, he thought of Nando. He was busy remembering Nando’s groans and breath sounds heard every time a hand touched him, and the pain, heat, itchiness, stiffness, and impulses of unknown purpose raging inside him.

Nando’s chest rising and falling violently, Nando’s sweat drops falling onto his body, Nando’s hand holding onto his body and slumping, and the power, touch, shaking, and look in his eyes of the hand holding that place. The back view moving away in the nude, the words to go well, the wobbly steps, and the back, buttocks, and thighs wrapped in black tattoos.

“…”

Although it was a space where he was alone, for a instant Taegyuk turned his head away as if avoiding a gaze. His face felt hot as if Nando were in front of him. His throat felt as if it were cracking open. Even though he had bought two bottles of water on the way here and drank them, his thirst only grew more and more severe. From then until now, he had been parched to death all along.

He couldn’t pinpoint what the problem was. There were so many problems that just picking them out seemed like it would take another half a day. However, there was something he knew clearly. Facing a single fact that existed as an absolute truth more transparently than ever before, even in front of an event like this that was on a different dimension from taking off clothes, he was not tainted by the emotion of shame at all. He had childishly trembled his body in pure embarrassment without disgrace.

Then did that mean he even enjoyed that situation? Is that why even now an ugh sound seems about to leave his mouth, and his lower body aches as if it were about to fall off?

Taegyuk shook his head. There was no way. No matter how much it was a first-time experience, there was no way that was the case. It shouldn’t be the case. A benefactor was not an object of lust. A benefactor had to be seen only as a benefactor. That was the courtesy Taegyuk knew.

To shake off the sensations and thoughts that were trying to rule his body again, he roughly ruffled his barely dry crew cut. “Get a grip,” he muttered to himself, and slapped his own cheek once. As if it had already forgotten the pain, the cheek where Nando’s trace remained was filled only with a hot sensation without pain.