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Without avoiding Tennessee’s gaze, Amber lowered his pants. Amber’s member, which had been erect since Tennessee started exercising, was messily wet at the tip.

As if it were a natural progression, Amber lowered his lips to Tennessee’s chest. The bridge of his nose touched the skin, and hot breaths and plush lips crushed against him in succession. Tennessee shifted his shoulders.

24 – Chapter

“It must be dirty.”

“It’s not dirty at all.”

Even he couldn’t believe it. Amber deliberately pressed his nose close to Tennessee and took a deep breath, but there was no unpleasant smell. Instead, a warm heat radiated, and Tennessee’s unique scent had grown even stronger.

Because Tennessee rarely used perfumes or strongly scented products, Amber could only experience his fragrance during a deep embrace. Satisfied that the usually faint scent had intensified, Amber let out a breath and moved his head.

Licking and smoothing over the vivid shadows of the abdominal muscles with his tongue, Amber took the pale nipple—which he had wanted to taste for some time—into his mouth. Tennessee let out a heavy breath. While Amber’s tongue persistently tormented the nipple, his hand moved downward. Fumbling, he gauged Tennessee’s member through the fabric of his pants. It was half-engorged. The mere fact that he had become erect because of him caused Amber’s reason to evaporate.

“Put it in my mouth.”

Violate me all the way to the back of my throat.

Amber’s reddened lips parted in a circle. A red tongue peeked out. Tennessee clicked his tongue and immediately pulled out his member, which was gradually reaching full erection. The beginning was the only difficult part; after that, it was easy. Tennessee pushed the glans into the heat of Amber’s lips.

It was only their second time, but Amber’s skill in fellatio had already improved. This was because Amber reacted so sensitively and dramatically to Tennessee’s pleasure.

Amber now knew exactly how Tennessee’s thighs trembled slightly when he sucked and tightened around the glans all the way to the back of his throat, and how he let out languid sighs and hot breaths.

Ah… how can it be like this?

Tennessee’s member was moist and wet, but it only smelled of a man’s distinct scent; it wasn’t dirty. As if possessed, Amber closed his eyes, moving his lips. How could he be this perfect even in this? Even this felt like a lie.

While stroking the cool lower part in contrast to the burning shaft, Amber gripped his own leaking member. He moved his throat in rhythm with the veins bulging in his arm. Tennessee occasionally let out a faint moan. Even the sensation of feeling Tennessee scratch his black hair with his fingertips was stimulating.

It was just as Tennessee’s moans grew louder and he pulled at the back of Amber’s neck that Amber pulled his body away.

“You… there’s still something you haven’t said to me.”

A long string of saliva trailed from his lips and touched the glans.

“The words you owe me.”

Owe. Gripping his own shaft, Tennessee rubbed the glans against Amber’s lips as if tracing them.

“Tennessee…”

Rubbing his forehead against Tennessee’s heat-radiating thigh, Amber moved his hand.

Hurry up and say it.

Amber began his silent urging. He didn’t bring himself close to the heavy, twitching member, but instead buried his nose in the soft flesh of the groin and sucked deeply. With a wet sound, Amber moved his jaw.

Look at this.

You say you see me as a child, yet you are held in my arms, and you react to my heat.

Amber tightened the grip of his moving hand.

A wet, rhythmic friction echoed through the room.

“Haa, aa…!”

Without any sense of shame, dignity, or pride, Amber reached a bright climax, completely exposed under Tennessee’s gaze. Fluid erupted, staining Tennessee’s heavy testicles and thighs. He didn’t feel the slightest bit of humiliation. As if to show off, Amber spread his thighs and revealed a face dazed by pleasure.

“Haa…”

Panting heavily, Amber rubbed his sweat-soaked forehead.

Tennessee’s member remained menacingly erect, just as it had been. Unlike the shaft, which rose as if protesting the heat, Tennessee’s lips remained firmly sealed as before.

A cruel man. But the victory belonged to Amber.

Amber reminded himself that he had never once lost in a fight against Tennessee. Though it wasn’t a victory won through a fair fight, wasn’t a win by forfeit still a victory?

A languid smile rose over Amber’s wet lips.

* * *

Tennessee lit a cigarette while watching Amber move about busily with his legs crossed.

He realized that his smoking had increased since being discharged from the hospital. Perhaps sensing this, Amber tossed out a comment: “It’s bad for your health.” Tennessee had intended to snap at him if he overstepped, but Amber simply opened the window and brought over an ashtray.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“I have no appetite.”

“Still.”

Tennessee occasionally made do with salad and bread for dinner. Sometimes he ate quinoa or oatmeal, which Amber considered barely a snack. Tennessee was used to keeping his stomach moderately empty, but whenever that happened, Amber would mutter, “Even a cranky middle schooler on a diet would eat more than that.”

Amber had prepared two portions of food on his own. Looking at the plate and utensils Amber pushed toward him, Tennessee moistened his lips. After setting down a water glass and a napkin, Amber sat quietly opposite him. He didn’t even pick up his fork, as if waiting for Tennessee to start eating.

“Get well soon. That way, you can let me go.”

Lately, Tennessee couldn’t shake the feeling that the roles had shifted. Originally, it was always Amber who was anxious and yearning. That was only natural, as Amber had laid all his cards on the table.

Tennessee knew the intention behind every one of his actions, and because there was no need to guess or analyze, it wasn’t tiring. For Tennessee, who suffered from such needs in front of others, Amber was a partner who provided peace for both body and mind.

However, now, even in the face of an unresponsive partner, Amber simply wore a refreshing smile. There was no sign of tension or urgency. Even when Tennessee gave a sharp refusal or rejected him, it was the same. Every time, Amber simply stepped back quietly.

He had been a partner who was transparent, someone whose bottom was visible, but now, no matter how much Tennessee stirred the blue surface, the bottom was nowhere to be seen. It was as if the floor didn’t exist. It was frustrating to have his field of vision obscured.

Yes, that must be the emotion.

“You have to go to the rehabilitation center today. You know that, right?”

Playing the role of a mother. Though he found it annoying, Tennessee nodded. Unbothered by the blunt response, Amber’s eyes curved as he rested his chin on his hand. But unlike the peaceful Amber, Tennessee’s mind was complicated.

“Amber.”

“Yes, Tennessee.”

Amber always loved it when Tennessee called him. Every time that call came—almost devoid of inflection, sounding more like a command—he felt as if he were being tightly bound, like a prisoner. But occasionally, Tennessee would call him with such significance.

“When are you going home?”

Amber’s perfectly drawn smile flickered for a moment.

“When you’re better. At least until you can live on your own, Tennessee.”

“I’m already living fine on my own. You know that.”

The food grew cold. Silence descended, but Tennessee felt something other than discomfort. Occasionally, Tennessee used Amber’s agitation as a gauge for his own emotions. He knew it was a cruel thing to do.

“What are you doing here, Amber? You have a home and things to do.”

“Tennessee.”

“You should go where you belong.”

“You must be scared again because of what happened these past few days.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Coward.”

The reason Tennessee had wanted to send Amber to a good adoptive home was so that he could receive a high-level education, be loved, and enjoy every opportunity in life—not so he could clean up after him.

Amber needed to live a life of his own. Huston was enough of a person to have stolen things from Amber. Tennessee had no intention of joining that list of plunderers. He couldn’t understand why Amber didn’t realize that, nor could he understand his stubbornness.

“Where I belong is here, in Chicago.”

“Go back.”

Thinking that speaking kindly wouldn’t work, Tennessee crushed out his cigarette.

Tennessee thought that if Amber were less blind, he wouldn’t have to be this harsh. Amber would surely think of him as a cold and decisive person, but it was Amber who made him that way.

It would have been easier if Amber had helped him while still enjoying a moderate personal life. But Amber threw everything at him. He willingly sacrificed himself. As if that sacrifice were a privilege, he cherished a pebble as if it were a raw diamond. It’s not worth that much, so why are you so happy?

“I don’t want to. If you’re doing this because of me…”

“I’m doing it because I dislike you. Because you act like you’re something special. You pry and overstep. Stop acting like you’re my guardian.”

Eventually, those words slipped out. With an expression that vanished completely, Amber clamped his lips shut.