By Zephyria 
Side Story 7
“I thought it would be really tight, but it’s so springy, Hyung…”
“Hngh…”
“Were you poking yourself while thinking of me?”
It would be a lie to say there hadn’t been nights where he felt restless while recalling sex with Tae-un, but he swore he had never done such a thing. What on earth would he be thinking about or poking while a child was hovering around him?
Kim Si-baek reached out with a weakened hand and pinched Tae-un’s cheek.
“I didn’t.”
“I did it a lot, though.”
Tae-un grabbed the hand Kim Si-baek was using to pull his cheek and licked the finger with his tongue.
“Kissing Hyung, biting here, too.”
As he spoke, Tae-un set his teeth against the knuckle. The sensation of teeth scratching and digging into the skin sent a chilling thrill through him. Even though it was his finger being bitten, a shiver spread down his spine as if a more sensitive area were being licked.
Tae-un still loved starting by licking his hands. Both when he was very young and now that he had grown.
“I wanted to leave my mark again where the old ones had disappeared.”
However, some things had changed. Tae-un, who used to bite deep into the nape of his neck several times until it bled to leave a mark, now lightly bit and sucked the skin.
As Tae-un licked the quickly reddening mark with his tongue, the sensation of that day—when he had been bitten until he bled—resurfaced. Kim Si-baek bit his lip and swallowed a moan. What had this boy been feeling back then, trying to carve a mark into him? Thinking of it brought a stifling, aching feeling that spread like ink in his chest.
Reading the momentary darkening of his face, Tae-un instead traced a faint smile.
“Now, I just want Hyung to always feel me, even when I’m not by your side.”
Along with the sweet whispers falling thick against his ear, a vivid heat rushed in, as if to dye even his heartache.
“Ah, ngh, there, ung…”
“Here?”
The moment the breath flowing from lips pressed close to his ear made his peach fuzz stand on end, the fingers inserted between his buttocks moved in a circle. At the sensation of the firm fingertips pressing against the sensitive inner wall, Kim Si-baek moaned and gripped Tae-un’s clothes.
He could feel his lower half, which he hadn’t been able to touch properly because he had been kissed and pushed against the wall, swelling stiflingly. The drawers, which had been clumsily pulled down only to the buttocks, were incredibly uncomfortable.
Tae-un rubbed against him, pressing his lower body close. As a groin just as taut as his own blatantly rubbed against him, the shape of the erect genitals was felt vividly through the sensations of his lower body. Even the pain of the testicles being pressed as if they were being crushed by the thrusting motion of the hips felt as sweet as if it were melting.
Kim Si-baek’s waist trembled violently as he frantically chewed back his moans. Every time their shafts rubbed together through the clothes, his mouth went dry. Despite wearing pants and underwear, how Tae-un was erect and how his own body was reacting to it was excessively explicit.
That stimulation alone was enough to make his mind go hazy, and before he knew it, another finger had been inserted. At the finger that pushed in relentlessly as if the hole belonged to him, he couldn’t hold back and let out a high moan.
“Haug, ngh!”
His wavering waist thumped against the wall. If he hadn’t been standing as if leaning against the wall, he would have collapsed long ago.
“Be, bedroom…”
He couldn’t even finish the suggestion to move to the bedroom. As Tae-un looked down at him, panting and moaning in the feverish heat, his gaze seemed to darken for a moment, and the fingers stirring between his buttocks slid out.
Before he could even feel the sudden emptiness, Tae-un pulled down the underwear and pants that were awkwardly hanging and hooked one weakened leg over his elbow. Naturally, his thighs parted, exposing the twitching hole.
“Wait… too, ah! Haa-ugh…”
“…Hyung, I’m sorry.”
Startled, he reflexively grabbed Tae-un’s shoulder, but the response was not a compliant movement of stepping back. A thick genital, erect as if it would pierce through clothes, popped out and rushed in urgently.
The thick, heated flesh roughly rubbed against the twitching, open entrance. It was a size that had been overwhelming even when properly loosened. There was no way it could enter easily, but Tae-un’s patience had already reached its limit.
Kim Si-baek can no longer be healed with divine power. Thinking that he must not let him bleed, Tae-un suppressed the lust to shove it in all at once and loosened him up, but the moment he saw him moaning because of his hand, his mind completely went blank.
Tae-un wrapped his trembling thighs around his own waist and roughly gripped and spread the butt cheeks. As the hole opened tightly, the glans that had been anxious for a while finally locked in. The moist inner flesh wrapped around the sensitive prepuce. Just that made him feel like he would ejaculate, so Tae-un grit his teeth.
It was a sensation felt for the first time in half a year, and sex for the first time in half a year. Tae-un rushed in impatiently, as if the patience he had shown until now had been a lie. The interlocking inner walls were closed to the point of stubbornness, but at the same time, they were burning hot as if welcoming the violent entry.
“Ah! Hng! Haaa!”
Whether it stemmed from the pain of the body being forced open or the pleasure of being stirred, obscene moans hit Tae-un’s ears. His moans reached his ears undistorted and intact. The weight of him clinging to his shoulder as if it were a lifeline was distinct.
Every time he roughly thrust into the moist, tightening inner walls to the point of making a slapping sound, he could feel the body barely standing on one leg trembling. The white nape of the neck, shaking as he was pushed against the wall, came clearly into view. Un-ah, ah, hng, ah… He could hear his voice calling his name in a messy, crushed pronunciation.
The sensation that Kim Si-baek—the man who had become his life and death—was reacting because of him, moaning in pleasure, and mixing bodies with him was finally felt with all five senses fully restored.
This is not the predestined end. Tae-un no longer had to hold him with a death he was certain of. It suddenly occurred to him that this might actually be their first real sex. A first sex shared in full sensation, with a heart opened defenselessly and without deceiving him.
“Augh…”
Unable to hold on any longer, Kim Si-baek’s legs buckled and he collapsed downward. Tae-un wrapped his arm around his falling back and sat down with him. The pants and underwear that had been hindering him, caught at the ankles, tumbled away in a mess.
Focus returned to Kim Si-baek’s eyes as he lay on the floor. Feeling a deep ecstasy that only he was reflected in those pupils, Tae-un roughly slammed his hips down.
At the pressure that felt as if it would pierce through the tender inner walls, Kim Si-baek’s eyes grew cloudy again, but the only thing reflected in them was still Tae-un. Tae-un loved that, absolutely, maddeningly.
This person is mine. Tae-un swallowed his desperately panting lips and locked him within his arms. He is the only person who threw everything away to come to me. Therefore, Tae-un intended to pay back all the time and joy of the future that he had to give up.
And Tae-un believed, as he held him unraveling in longing for him, that Kim Si-baek felt the same.
✽ ✽ ✽
Once he reached an age where he could stubbornly insist he looked young because he’d had surgery to remove scars, Yang Eun-ho actually came up to the penthouse and sprawled out. That was how Tae-un’s vacation ended.
To make the most of his remaining few days of leave, Tae-un diligently planned a trip. Come to think of it, it was the first time he was going on a trip alone with Kim Si-baek, so his heart fluttered. This time, even if Pi Min-hyeong tried to cling on, he would definitely kick him away.
“Hyung, Hyung. The sea is the way to go in summer, right? It’s still hot, so let’s call it summer. Anyway, which of these places do you like the most?”
Kim Si-baek read through the list of travel destinations that Tae-un, his shoulders shaking with excitement, had picked out, and seriously pointed out one problem.
“They’re all great, Un-ah. But aren’t most of these destinations good for couples? You told me several times that we aren’t dating.”
“…!”
That was true. The blogs and video titles explaining the destinations Tae-un had brought up never failed to include words like ‘couple,’ ‘boyfriend,’ or ‘girlfriend.’ Caught by his own past remarks—made when he never imagined things would turn out like this, or that he would survive to enjoy time with him—Tae-un experienced a rare moment of buffering, his lips just gaping.
Seeing that expression, Kim Si-baek struggled to swallow his laughter. Whatever the term for their relationship, what did it matter between them now? He had only brought up the past remarks because he was curious about Tae-un’s reaction, and as expected, the cuteness did not disappoint. This kid would probably be cute even when he became a grandfather.
Tae-un, whose face had turned pale, opened his mouth wide. Then he closed it and opened it again. It was after several such flickers of his lips that a thin voice flowed out.
“…Then, Hyung. Could you make me your younger ‘keyring man’?”
Naturally, Kim Si-baek, not understanding the meaning of ‘keyring man,’ tilted his head, and eventually, Tae-un had no choice but to say it with his own words. With white bare hands that no longer wore gloves in front of anyone, he earnestly grasped Kim Si-baek’s hand.
“Please date me. I’ll work even harder to be pretty and cute in the future.”
“Are you asking me to be your lover?”
“…Yes.”
Tae-un’s face, as he barely managed to answer, was flushed red. Seeing that he acted so brazenly when clinging to him for sex, yet found it so difficult to utter a single request to date, Kim Si-baek felt like teasing him a bit more and shook his head.
“I’ll have to see how you act pretty and cute first.”
Since that one sentence made his face look like someone who had witnessed the sky falling, Kim Si-baek quickly added another word.
“Let’s go on the trip first.”
“Just trust me, Hyung.”
At those words, Tae-un immediately recovered his motivation.
Watching the pretty and cute younger man immersed in the travel schedule with a more determined expression than before, Kim Si-baek wore a smile. No matter where they went or how they spent their time, as long as he was with Tae-un, everything was joyful.
This was the scenery of the future he had chosen.
It was a sincerity and happiness that would neither spoil nor melt.