By Zephyria 
“Hyung, did you sleep well?”
Winter sunlight streamed through the window, which had no curtains.
Hearing the same morning greeting as always made the events of last night feel like a dream. If only he weren’t currently tangled up with him in bed, both of them naked.
Kim Si-baek tried to greet Tae-un, who had given him his arm as a pillow and looked as bright-eyed as if he hadn’t slept a wink all night, but he ended up coughing. His throat stung quite a bit. …Come to think of it, last night, the sounds he made were a bit, uhm…
Feeling suddenly bashful, he rubbed his face. As he moved his arm, a throbbing pain surged from various parts of his body as if triggered by the movement. It felt as though his entire body had been beaten with a club. In particular, the nape of his neck, which Tae-un had bitten several times, stung as if chunks of flesh had been torn away.
Thinking that it was still manageable, Kim Si-baek tried to stretch, but he froze. He had absolutely no sensation in his lower body.
“….”
The feeling that it was manageable had been an illusion, born from the fact that the sensation below was paralyzed and he couldn’t feel anything.
To be honest, it was incredibly embarrassing to have to use healing magic as an aftereffect of sex, but he couldn’t just lie there all day. Even then, Tae-un didn’t stop casting a playful gaze his way, so Si-baek waved his hand dismissively. It would be even more embarrassing to heal himself right in front of him.
“…Can you look over there for a bit?”
“You want me not to look?”
Tae-un promptly closed his eyes like a well-behaved child. Blushing, Kim Si-baek fumbled with his hands under the covers. His waist and buttocks, the, the wounds… Ah, damn it.
He managed to treat them roughly. As the wounds closed and the paralysis wore off, sensation came rushing back, and Kim Si-baek nearly screamed.
‘This hurts more than when my leg was cut off back then…’
Back then, at least the priest of life and seeds had snapped his leg back into place and healed him.
Since the cause of the pain happened to be the aftermath of sex, Kim Si-baek couldn’t even scream to his heart’s content; he could only turn pale. Then, he noticed another anomaly. He hadn’t realized it while he was numb, but the inside of his buttocks felt strange. To be precise, it felt as if something was inserted deep inside.
At first, he thought it was just a lingering sensation because that not-so-cute weapon had been moving in and out of him last night. But to dismiss it so carelessly, Tae-un—who was lying next to him, providing an arm pillow—was far too close. His thighs were pressed tightly against Tae-un’s buttocks.
As if their bodies were connected as one.
Kim Si-baek squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them.
“…Un-ah.”
Tae-un, who had been obediently keeping his eyes closed as told, softly lifted his long, fluttering eyelashes. The eyes beneath those fluttering lashes, filled with aegyo, were as gentle as a calf’s eyes.
Normally, Kim Si-baek would have melted into a puddle at that cuteness, but he spoke firmly.
“Take it out.”
“Listen. There’s a reason for this, Hyung.”
Sure enough. As soon as he told him to take it out, Tae-un’s speech quickened.
“The bed here is cheap and it’s a single, so it’s small. It’s full even when I lie here alone, so if I kept my distance while lying with you, I definitely would have fallen off in my sleep. To stay close, we have to be pressed tight.”
He had a point. Their combined weight was close to 0.2 tons. It was a miracle the cheap bed hadn’t collapsed despite all the loud rattling and creaking. Though the mattress seemed to have already sunk.
However, there was a fatal flaw in this logic.
“There’s another bed over there.”
“Huh?”
When he pointed out the fact that this room had one bed per person, Tae-un looked startled, like Chunhyang being told to serve the Magistrate.
“Hyung, were you the kind of man who slept in a separate room from his lover even on the day of his first sex? That’s really mean…”
Despite the nuance that he was being viewed as a shameless person who kicks the partner out once the business of sex is finished, Kim Si-baek instead tilted his head.
“Are we lovers?”
“….”
“I thought we were just sex partners.”
“Ah, and the second reason is,”
Tae-un shifted the subject nonchalantly.
“My cock was lonely all night. Your hole looked lonely too, so it was the way of the world to bring them together…”
“Take it out.”
“You’ll regret it if I do.”
Tae-un smiled meaningfully and pulled his hips back. Kim Si-baek almost groaned at the feeling of the genitals that had been cradling him throughout the night sliding out, and he barely managed to cover his mouth. Then, he understood the meaning of the words “you’ll regret it.”
“…!”
The sensation of the thick semen that had filled his belly flowing past the inner walls and out of the hole was vividly, indescribably raw. He had never imagined that someone else’s genitals would be shoved between his buttocks, but he had even less imagination regarding the feeling of someone else’s semen leaking out of his backside.
Licking the back of Kim Si-baek’s neck, which had turned red with embarrassment, Tae-un pressed down on his stomach. Because of how many times he had ejaculated, the semen—which hadn’t even hardened due to the body heat of the inner walls throughout the night—flowed out in thick, clumping surges.
Nibbling on the nape of the neck where scabs had already formed, Tae-un whispered. His wet genitals, radiating a dull heat, slowly rubbed against Kim Si-baek’s buttocks.
“The cooldown is over, shall we go one more round? Your hole is suitably open and wet with semen, so there won’t be any bleeding. It’s perfect.”
“Cool… cooldown?”
“The erection cooldown for an elder who’s almost 100 years old. I ejaculated twice last night, and since it’s morning now, shouldn’t you be able to get an erection again soon?”
“….”
“Ah, or is it still hard to get an erection? I’m sorry, Hyung. I’ve never been 100 years old, so I don’t know.”
Because the tone was so genuinely worried and full of concern for him, Kim Si-baek was so flabbergasted that he could actually recover from his embarrassment. He grabbed Tae-un’s brazen cheeks and pulled them hard to the sides.
“Aaaang. Uh-heyo.”
Only after thoroughly punishing the cheeks that were pretending to be in pain did he let go and shake his hands.
“You go wash up first.”
“I’ll wash you. You’re still tired, Hyung.”
“You’re planning to do it one more time in the bathroom while pretending to wash me.”
“You caught me.”
Contrary to the sinister and lewd plans being hatched in that small head, Tae-un smiled with a boyish innocence and stood up. His toned, muscular naked body was revealed in the morning sunlight. Despite the hideous scars scattered across his body, the lines of his elegantly balanced physique were once again impressive, causing Kim Si-baek to clear his throat and look away.
Then, looking at his own body, he could only sigh. Not just the nape of his neck that Tae-un had obsessively bitten, but his entire body was bruised blue and green with handprints and bite marks.
“Are your tastes always this rough?”
“Aw, I’m only like this when I’m with you, Hyung.”
“What was it like when you did it with other people?”
Tae-un, who was about to enter the bathroom, rolled his eyes.
“I don’t remember well. It was too long ago. I think it’s been hundreds of years since I slept with anyone other than you, Hyung.”
If he didn’t want to answer, he could have just said so honestly. Kim Si-baek waved him off, telling him to just hurry up and wash, and Tae-un opened the bathroom door with a smile.
“I’ll wash quickly and bring your clothes from the room.”
…He wondered why he had gone into the bathroom so obediently with just one word, and it turned out Tae-un was the one who had torn the shirt he wore yesterday. Turning his gaze away from the torn shirt strewn across the floor, Kim Si-baek healed his body further.
With a towel draped haphazardly over his still-damp hair, he walked down the hallway. Pi Min-hyeong, who was walking side-by-side with Na Jeong-woo from the opposite direction—perhaps having gone for a morning run—whistled.
“Oh, Tae. You’re always in a suit even at home like some pervert, but what’s with the tracksuit today?”
“Good morning!”
Tae-un gave a half-hearted wave with his right hand, while his left remained shoved in his pants pocket.
“Anyway, glad I ran into you. What should I feed this crow?”
Pi Min-hyeong pointed to Biyendwe, who was perched on top of his head. Whether he hadn’t fully woken up or not, he was nodding off in a daze, yet somehow managed not to fall off.
“Si-baek Hyung usually gives him anything, like fruit or snacks.”
“Okay. They said bananas are coming out for breakfast, so I’ll give him those. Go on, get to your work.”
“I’ll see you later. Good luck.”
After parting with the two, Tae-un walked toward the room where Kim Si-woon was. Stopping briefly in front of the door, he rubbed his face a few times with his palm. He had to manage his expression.
After deciding to be as polite as possible in his speech and behavior, he knocked on the door. Following the sound of rustling, the door opened. Tae-un looked down coldly at the man who shared his name.
“Hello, Dr. Carter.”
Cloud, whose appearance hadn’t changed much since the last time they met, looked up at him with an unfamiliar gaze.