By Zephyria 
“……!”
Seo Yi-kyung, who had been stepping forward, turned his head back. Han Seung-jae’s body pressing against his back was firm, and the arm wrapped around his waist was even harder. Unable to move, Seo Yi-kyung—who had been doing nothing more than clutching the hem of his shirt—snapped his head around at the sound of water filling the bathtub.
“Are you going to wash? Then I’ll go out first.”
Han Seung-jae, who had been adjusting the water temperature by fiddling with the buttons, looked down indifferently. Without a word, he seemed to slowly slide his arm up from Seo Yi-kyung’s waist, eventually caressing the area around his chest. Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes instantly contorted.
“Ugh.”
A groan leaked through his slightly parted teeth. Until a moment ago, he had stood before Han Seung-jae pretending to be fine, but he could no longer act composed under Han Seung-jae’s nonchalant touch tracing the bite marks.
“You said you were okay?”
Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip trembled, despite his constant effort to remain poised. It was because Han Seung-jae pressed firmly on the wound through the shirt. Soon after, the shirt Seo Yi-kyung was clutching slipped helplessly through his fingers. The shirt brushed past his small head and fell limply to the floor.
Han Seung-jae took in Seo Yi-kyung’s pale face, slender eyebrows, and delicate features. Seo Yi-kyung was stubbornly biting his lip, and his sunken collarbones were tense. Below that lay a long wound. Perhaps because his skin was so white, the reddened wound stood out prominently.
The wound looked painful. Yet, throughout dinner, riding the elevator side by side, and entering the bedroom, Seo Yi-kyung hadn’t let it show at all.
Han Seung-jae reached out. In response, Seo Yi-kyung reflexively pulled his shoulder back. It was a pain that had been repeatedly reinforced. Seo Yi-kyung was currently feeling a sting even from the touch of his shirt. Thus, it was more than enough to predict what kind of pain would be transmitted if Han Seung-jae’s hand touched him.
He had instinctively avoided it because he didn’t want to feel the pain. Not because he was avoiding Han Seung-jae’s hand.
“It hurts if you touch it that hard,” Seo Yi-kyung murmured softly. He lowered his head slightly to look at the shirt at his feet and bent over. At the same time, Han Seung-jae curled his fingertips and pulled his hand away.
He thought he hadn’t applied much pressure. In the painting studio, he had merely licked the wound with his tongue. Then, perhaps because the wound that remained clung to Seo Yi-kyung’s body and wouldn’t fade, he might have used his teeth a bit. He hadn’t known that the skin would turn red and be this painful.
Han Seung-jae looked at the cast on Seo Yi-kyung’s left hand. Strictly speaking, Han Seung-jae was the one who had caused it. Not wanting to let go of Seo Yi-kyung, who had said he wanted to leave this house, he hadn’t controlled his strength. And was he doing it again now? It seemed that his loss of self-control wasn’t solely because they were in a bed.
He scanned the shirt Seo Yi-kyung had picked up. The shoulder area was slightly damp, but it seemed wearable. Just as he was about to put it on—
Snap. Han Seung-jae snatched the shirt and threw it into the bathtub filled with water. Seo Yi-kyung looked bewildered as he watched the shirt become completely soaked in an instant. Before he could say anything, Han Seung-jae’s voice flowed out. He hadn’t even touched him enough to be satisfied.
“And you say it’s my fault because it hurts.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s spine stiffened. It was because Han Seung-jae subtly stroked down his prominent shoulder blade. He then added:
“From now on, answer everything I ask.”
“……?”
Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t understand what Han Seung-jae was talking about. However, it was no illusion that the distance between them was rapidly closing. Han Seung-jae curved the hand that had been caressing Seo Yi-kyung’s waist, wrapping it around his side to pull him close.
Stagger. Seo Yi-kyung’s legs moved. It was then that a startled Seo Yi-kyung, not knowing the reason, looked up.
“Seung-jae.”
Refined features were right in front of him. Sharp, honed eyes gazed steadily at Seo Yi-kyung. Soon, cold lips met. Seo Yi-kyung’s entire body froze. Han Seung-jae parted his lower lip with his tongue, and the soft flesh was instantly sucked into his mouth.
“Ngh, ugh.”
Seo Yi-kyung curled his fingers and grabbed Han Seung-jae’s arm. Shadows formed on the dress shirt he was wearing.
It was a kiss slightly different from the one in the painting studio. The tongue that thoroughly licked the inside of his mouth scraped the tender membranes and pressed against the roof of his mouth before entering his throat; the process seemed rough, yet he adjusted everything so that Seo Yi-kyung could open his lips and breathe.
“Haa……”
Seo Yi-kyung let out a long breath as Han Seung-jae’s lips parted. His upper body rose and fell shallowly. Han Seung-jae’s voice, his arm still wrapped around Seo Yi-kyung’s waist, came from above his head.
“Did it hurt?”
With his eyes reddened, Seo Yi-kyung’s lips fluttered. Han Seung-jae’s kiss just now didn’t hurt. Neither did the hand touching his waist; rather……
Han Seung-jae seemed to lower his body and met Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes.
“I believe I told you to answer.”
Pushed by the cold gaze, Seo Yi-kyung’s lips, glistening with saliva, parted slightly.
* * *
“How about here?”
Splash. Situated inside the bathtub, Seo Yi-kyung felt as if a moan would leak out the moment he opened his mouth. This was because Han Seung-jae, holding his waist to prevent him from rising, was licking and sucking his nipple. All the while, he kept asking.
When Seo Yi-kyung didn’t answer, he pressed his tongue around the nipple even more obsessively and persistently.
“Ngh.”
Seo Yi-kyung, who had slightly parted his lips, quickly clamped them shut. Then, Han Seung-jae took the sharply erect nipple into his mouth and scraped it with his tongue.
Ah, the thought that it hurt didn’t even occur to him. The bathroom was filled with Han Seung-jae’s scent of white wood. To that, the rose scent leaking from Seo Yi-kyung’s body was mixed in, damp and humid.
While Han Seung-jae used one hand to wrap around Seo Yi-kyung’s waist to keep him from leaving the tub, he used the other hand to indulge in Seo Yi-kyung’s rounded buttocks, repeatedly gripping and releasing them with his palm.
“Ah, ah.”
Han Seung-jae’s fingers caressed the hole. The explicit touch traced the folds before lightly pressing the entrance.
Seo Yi-kyung was swept by a dizzying sensation as if a long finger were entering his inner walls along with the water. Han Seung-jae sucked the nipple and slid his tongue downward. Consequently, Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks were lifted higher.
Splash, splash. To avoid falling, Seo Yi-kyung urgently grabbed Han Seung-jae’s shoulder with one hand. At the same time, he lifted his casted arm so it wouldn’t be submerged in the water. The more he did that, the further down Han Seung-jae’s lips descended.
Han Seung-jae was gripping Seo Yi-kyung’s rounded buttocks with one hand while his fingers were inserted into the hole. He stimulated the inner walls by lightly rotating his hand.
Seo Yi-kyung gripped the broad shoulders tightly. Han Seung-jae asked in a low voice.
“I asked if it hurts.”
He was definitely playing a game. Or rather, it was obvious he was teasing him. Otherwise, why had he been kissing and asking, licking the Adam’s apple and asking, sucking the shoulder and asking…… and then sucking the nipples so obsessively they swelled up, asking several more times? Seo Yi-kyung stopped counting.
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
Han Seung-jae moved his fingers inside the inner walls and looked up. Red bruises had formed on the stomach where his lips had touched.
Heat had rushed to Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes, leaving his forehead flushed red. Han Seung-jae observed this carefully and then inserted one more finger.
“If it hurts, tell me. Then I’ll take my fingers out.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s lips trembled. Han Seung-jae increased the number of fingers. A total of three fingers moved through the inner walls along with the water.
Being in the bathtub, he didn’t feel any pain. Moreover, since Seo Yi-kyung had said it hurt, Han Seung-jae hadn’t touched the wounded area at all. Nor had he touched Seo Yi-kyung’s erect penis.
How could someone who says they are in pain have a stiff erection? It was certain that Han Seung-jae knew everything and was doing this on purpose.
“I-it doesn’t hurt.”
Seo Yi-kyung said, closing his eyes tightly. I told you that earlier. The remaining words broke on his tongue and were blocked by his lips, unable to leak out.
At that, Han Seung-jae let out a light chuckle in his throat and withdrew the fingers that had been stimulating the inner walls. As Seo Yi-kyung slowly lifted his eyelids, Han Seung-jae murmured while leaning his back against the tub.
“Come here and get on top of my cock.”