By Zephyria Let’s Go Back. (4)
He seemed to have a lot to say, opening and closing his mouth for a while, but eventually he drooped his head and admitted.
“…That’s right.”
“Now, lie down here.”
Seong Mu-yeon patted the bedding after pulling back the covers, and he walked over to the bed like a defeated general and lay down.
“Good boy.”
Seong Mu-yeon stroked his hair as if he was impressed by his obedient appearance, then turned around. But his body was thrown backward by a strong force.
“Ugh!”
In that instant, Seong Mu-yeon’s heart sank, thinking he might have crushed Baek Ryeo-il’s injured arm. Thanks to bracing himself on the bed with agility, Seong Mu-yeon barely avoided the disaster and broke out in a cold sweat.
“You scared me!”
Seong Mu-yeon shouted. He wanted to get away before he crushed Baek Ryeo-il and broke his broken bones again, but Baek Ryeo-il firmly grabbed his waist with his good arm and wouldn’t let go.
“No matter how I think about it, it’s a waste.”
Baek Ryeo-il, lying below, grinned playfully as if he didn’t feel any sense of crisis.
“If you hadn’t gotten sick and continued your water lily fragrance, what would you be like now?”
“I would have punched the nose of that disobedient Taoist.”
He grumbled, but in fact, he was panting because of Baek Ryeo-il lying beneath him. Even in a disadvantageous position that exposed his weakness, Baek Ryeo-il didn’t lose his unique composure. Rather, he exuded an arrogant confidence that he could handle whatever the other person did.
But that wasn’t arrogance.
A beast can always pin down its prey with its forepaws, no matter how well it runs.
“I’m serious. If that were the case, I might have been able to cross swords with you. It’s a pity.”
A faint heat flickered in his eyes as he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. It was a flame flickering in the cold wind that inevitably transferred to the person facing him.
“Mixing something other than swords isn’t so bad either.”
Baek Ryeo-il slowly raised his upper body. They became close enough for their breaths to mingle, and the tip of his upper lip lightly touched.
But the moment he tried to swallow his lips, he lifted his body and moved out of range.
“What?”
Seong Mu-yeon raised his chin with satisfaction as Baek Ryeo-il’s face twisted in dissatisfaction.
“I think you don’t know who’s holding the hilt right now.”
He straddled Baek Ryeo-il’s abdomen and pressed down on his injured shoulder.
“Isn’t someone who’s not even in good shape acting too recklessly? Something bad might happen.”
Baek Ryeo-il, who had been frozen for a moment, soon understood and raised the corner of his mouth with a smirk, flashing a dangerous look in his eyes. He languidly lay down on the bed and asked back.
“So, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to do as I please today.”
He was fed up with Baek Ryeo-il’s attitude of wielding him as he pleased.
In fact, he too had been suppressing a desire that had been sprouting deep inside him for a while now. No, it was actually a feeling that had started long before that. Unfortunately, Baek Ryeo-il was seriously injured, and it all burst out at once.
Seong Mu-yeon bent down, tickling him as if their lips would touch, then slowly absorbed all of his breath.
He could feel Baek Ryeo-il’s body twitching and bouncing beneath his thighs.
When Seong Mu-yeon parted his lips, Baek Ryeo-il pouted as if he was disappointed, but he had no choice but to lie back down, panting with rough breaths that weren’t satisfied because his waist and shoulder were pressed down.
Seong Mu-yeon looked down at his almost desperate face and then sucked on his neck moistly. Wet moans flowed from above.
“Don’t tease me…”
Baek Ryeo-il’s desire was already standing tall, poking at his buttocks. Seong Mu-yeon was the same.
“I can’t.”
Baek Ryeo-il tended to rush into the main point too quickly every time they had relations, and Seong Mu-yeon was swept away by it, suffering until he was exhausted from the sharp pleasure as if he was being driven to the edge of a cliff each time. He didn’t want to finish it off so quickly today.
Seong Mu-yeon stroked his firm abdomen with his palm and left red marks on his neck.
Baek Ryeo-il impatiently stroked his back powerfully with his remaining hand and grabbed his buttocks fully.
Seong Mu-yeon let him touch him as much as he wanted.
Then he embraced Baek Ryeo-il’s feverish head and licked and sucked his lips and tongue to his heart’s content.
Before they knew it, the two were clinging to each other, trying to swallow each other’s breaths.
Seong Mu-yeon moved his waist, slowly rubbing their swollen desires together over their clothes, calmly raising the heat.
It felt as if the senses in his entire body were opening one by one. Even small touches returned as great stimuli to his sensitized body.
His groin became wet with the leaking seminal fluid.
Seong Mu-yeon raised his waist and quickly rubbed their touching genitals together.
Because he had been teased too much, Baek Ryeo-il furrowed his brow deeply and let out rough breaths even with the act of merely rubbing over their clothes.
But that was far from enough to satisfy the desire that had soared to the top of his head.
Unable to bear it any longer, Baek Ryeo-il unbuttoned his collar with one hand.
“Seong Mu-yeon, Seong Mu-yeon…”
Seong Mu-yeon was also reaching his limit. Baek Ryeo-il, who had hurriedly raised his body, aligned the tip of his red-hot member to his hole and thrust his waist upward in one go.
“Aah…!”
There was no pain because his body was relaxed enough to melt. The pleasure that flashed before his eyes as he thrust all the way to the deepest part in an instant struck his entire body.
Seong Mu-yeon trembled and grabbed his shoulders.
Baek Ryeo-il let out a moan as if scratching his throat with pleasure. Soon, he grabbed Seong Mu-yeon’s waist and began to thrust madly.
Their sweat-soaked skin slipped and slid, but the two pulled each other in deeper as if they wanted to put each other inside their bodies.
They greedily licked each other’s tongues and didn’t care about the saliva flowing.
Seong Mu-yeon, who quickly reached his climax, stiffened his body, and Baek Ryeo-il also spewed thick semen inside him.
Before they could even feel the afterglow, Baek Ryeo-il quickly turned his body over and burrowed into his body again.
Even though he had already ejaculated once, his still-erect pillar mercilessly crushed his insides, reciprocating deeply and strongly enough to make a thudding sound.
Baek Ryeo-il rubbed his face against his cheek with a distorted face as if he was feeling terrible pain, and he burst out with rough breaths.
“Seong Mu-yeon…”
He mumbled incomprehensible words, and then even more violent thrusting followed. Seong Mu-yeon’s mind was dyed white with the violent pleasure, and he could no longer hear his voice.
Until darkness fell on the window and until the moonlight shone through the window, terrible climaxes continued again and again.
When did he fall asleep?
His ears woke up first to the rustling sound.
His whole body was languid like cotton soaked in water, and his eyelids were even heavier, making it impossible to even open his eyes.
Last night, the two people who had relieved their pent-up feelings after a long time asked for bathwater and went into the tub together. He remembered Baek Ryeo-il using his sore arm as an excuse to ask him to wash his hair. Then, they made eye contact again and were tormented until the water cooled down, and it seemed they had fallen asleep as if they had fainted.
His whole body ached faintly as if he had been beaten. His mind was half-hanging on the boundary between dream and reality, and he had no choice but to give up resisting the sleepiness that kept washing over him. He lay still and listened to the sound of Baek Ryeo-il poking at the brazier and walking around the room lightly.
It was definitely the sound of Baek Ryeo-il. He was busily walking around the room, doing something. Then, finally, it became quiet.
Seong Mu-yeon barely lifted his heavy eyelids.
The weak orange light that leaked from the brazier placed on one side was dimly illuminating the room. Baek Ryeo-il pulled a chair in front of it, stretched out his long legs, and sat down. Then he picked up the rag that had been carelessly placed and began to continue his sword maintenance, which he had stopped for a while. The orange light flickered on his lowered eyelashes as if he was deeply absorbed.
He didn’t feel any worries or anxiety.
Suddenly, Baek Ryeo-il raised his head and approached the bed. He felt a large, warm hand gently sweeping back his hair.
“It’s still dawn. You can sleep more.”
Baek Ryeo-il whispered softly as he leaned over the bed.
At that moment, Seong Mu-yeon’s eyes turned red.
Before he could feel embarrassed, he felt a stinging sensation in his throat, and at the same time, hot tears flowed down.
“…Why? Does it hurt somewhere?”
Baek Ryeo-il asked, seemingly flustered. Seong Mu-yeon was just as flustered.
‘Why is this happening?’
He was originally a strong person.
He had pride in himself for surviving intact without breaking down even after experiencing a life-threatening illness, his mother’s death, and countless misunderstandings and sharp criticisms.
He wouldn’t break down no matter what pain came. No, he was confident that he would get back up even if he did break down.
He didn’t need anyone’s help. He could have lived like that for the rest of his life.
But it seemed that he had been quite exhausted deep down without realizing it.
It was a feeling he was experiencing for the first time in a long time.
The feeling of having someone who cherished him by his side. The sense of stability that he hadn’t felt once since his mother passed away touched him deeply.
Only then did Seong Mu-yeon heartbreakingly realize that he too was just a human being who needed a haven to return to when he was tired.