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Yeonho blinked, his mouth hanging open in shock at Siwoo’s stunning revelation. A flood of question marks filled his head.

So, are you saying we were dating? That we were sex partners? That we slept together multiple times? Or was it just once? No, hold on. Didn’t you say you’d only ever slept with one person? You even said you couldn’t do it with anyone else. I distinctly remember you mentioning a five-year period. Then, does that mean I was your first love?

“Kim Siwoo, you… mmph!”

Yeonho tried to trap Siwoo in a prison full of question marks, but Siwoo silenced him by pushing his cock into Yeonho’s mouth, blocking all the questions he was about to ask. As Yeonho struggled, choking and unsure what to do, Siwoo tapped lightly at the back of his throat with his fingers and said,

“I came in here a lot. Joo Yeonho, you swallowed so much of my stuff. It’s been a while.”

As Yeonho forced down Siwoo’s cock, closer to a weapon than a body part, he found himself questioning who he should believe.

Should he believe Kim Siwoo, who claimed to have remained chaste for five years out of longing only for him? Or the Korean exchange students in America, who said that the man who changed his name to Kim Siwoo had lived as a ‘emperor of the night’? Honestly, neither sounded all that convincing. Just like Siwoo couldn’t believe in Yeonho’s conservative sex life, Yeonho couldn’t believe in his either.

Right now, Yeonho couldn’t even believe he wasn’t a virgin. All the things Siwoo had said came crashing down on him like a flood, plunging him into a river of confusion.

Siwoo had said he was abandoned by his first love, that the other person had ended things. But no matter how much Yeonho thought about it, he couldn’t believe he was the one who dumped this man. If Siwoo really believed he’d been abandoned, it was probably because they lost contact after his brother died.

After the accident at the ski resort, Yeonho had lost his memory and been hospitalized. He didn’t even have a phone. During that time, Siwoo was probably much busier and more overwhelmed than he was. So, is he saying that because we lost contact and naturally drifted apart, I “abandoned” him? Is that why he hates me so much? If that’s really what he thinks, then I want to clear up the misunderstanding.

But still, why did this man fall in love with me in the first place? Did he really only see my inner beauty? Was Joo Yeonho’s inner self really that beautiful?

There were so many questions that he couldn’t possibly have sex in this state of mind. But every time he started to get lost in thought, Siwoo would tilt his head back with a sultry expression and let out a seductive moan. So Yeonho made a decision. If he couldn’t do both at once, he’d focus on just one.

He decided to welcome the Siwoo who was already moving his head back and forth at a decent pace. How does it feel to return to your hometown, to Joo Yeonho, after your dazzling reign as the emperor of the night?

“Ugh… mmph…”

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes slip down. With his gaze, he asked Siwoo for a moment of understanding and slowly pushed him out of his mouth. Siwoo, stepping back without resistance, reached out and wiped the drool from the corners of Yeonho’s lips.

Yeonho held Siwoo’s cock with both hands and looked up at him with an innocent expression.

“When I had just turned twenty-one, I had a serious head injury. I lost some memories from that time, so I don’t remember anything you’re talking about. Which means, for me, this is my first time… so I’m not very good at it.”

Even though the situation felt unfamiliar, listening to Siwoo made it feel strangely familiar too. It was oddly both familiar and new. Yeonho wanted Siwoo to take the lead, but Siwoo didn’t seem interested in doing so.

So Yeonho stuck out his tongue and clumsily began licking the surface of Siwoo’s cock. He started by sweeping his tongue broadly across every corner. Then he opened his mouth wide, sucked on his balls, and pressed his lips against the tip like he was kissing it.

Is this how you do it? He wasn’t sure, but either way, it felt like it was time to put the shaft back in his mouth. As he did, Siwoo gently stroked his hair and ears, praising him in a sweet, affectionate voice.

“You’re such an easy person, Yeonho. I bet the people around you love that about you.”

Yeonho, with his mouth full of Siwoo’s cock, looked up at him. He didn’t understand what he meant. Siwoo looked down at him with gentle eyes and a soft voice, and said something far from gentle.

“You kneel for anyone so easily. Ask you to suck, and you just do it.”

Siwoo cupped the back of Yeonho’s head in his palm and pushed himself deeper.

“There must be a line of people waiting. Asking you to suck theirs too.”

At that moment, tears welled up in Yeonho’s eyes for several different reasons. Even he didn’t know the exact cause. Maybe it was the intense sense of resentment in Siwoo’s words and actions, or maybe it was just that his cock was choking him.

Everything was happening so fast it was overwhelming, but one thing was certain. Five years ago, Joo Yeonho must have loved Kim Siwoo very, very much.

It didn’t make sense to feel this much tenderness, obsession, and longing for someone he’d just met. The way his belly tingled and his lower half itched just from looking at Siwoo’s face couldn’t be explained by anything other than deep, genuine love.

After spending three days and two nights with Siwoo at the resort, Yeonho finally managed to complete the sentence he had been trying to say to Seong Junhee in the nightmare he had after returning home, sick and feverish:

“It’s not him… The one I love isn’t hyung, it’s…”

He had probably meant to say he loved this man. That even if Kim Siwoo caused the accident that led to his brother’s death, I still can’t help but love him. He had wanted to tell Seong Junhee that.

Siwoo pulled Yeonho upright and gestured for him to get onto the bed. Yeonho hurriedly turned off the light, darkening the room, and lay down on the mattress. Siwoo climbed onto the bed as well, positioning himself between Yeonho’s legs.

Yeonho turned off the bedside lamp too, plunging the room into complete darkness. He didn’t want Siwoo to look at his face while they had sex. Judging from the fact that they had been lovers, it seemed his looks had never played a part in their physical relationship, but even so, doing it in the dark felt better for both of them.

No matter how easily Siwoo got hard in front of him, regardless of whether Siwoo was okay with everything, Yeonho still needed his own confidence.

But Siwoo immediately turned the lamp back on. Yeonho, undeterred, turned it off again. Siwoo ignored him and turned the light on once more.

“We’re doing it while looking at each other’s faces.”

“Ah…”

Reluctantly, Yeonho pulled a pillow over his face. Siwoo tugged down Yeonho’s pants and boxer briefs and shrugged off his own shirt. Peeking out from behind the pillow, Yeonho stared at Siwoo’s body.

There was a long, faded scar on Siwoo’s forearm, like it had been clawed at by fingernails. From the angle, it was clear it had been made by Yeonho. A strip of muscle tape was wrapped around Siwoo’s left wrist. Had he sprained it?

After Yeonho abandoned him, Siwoo had all the gruesome scars his father left on his body surgically removed. He had realized that not even the evidence of his father’s abuse could change Yeonho’s heart.

The nail marks Yeonho had left on his back and arms while they were dating, and the scars from when Siwoo had slit his own wrist, he kept those. Those were the traces Yeonho had left behind, directly or indirectly. He couldn’t erase them.

After taking a deep breath, Siwoo pulled the pillow away from Yeonho’s face.

“Spread your legs.”

Wouldn’t it be less humiliating if Siwoo just did it himself? Still, Yeonho slowly parted his legs wide, trembling with tension. His knees shook. When Siwoo’s hand reached between his legs and began touching his entrance, Yeonho clamped his hands over his mouth.

Siwoo examined Yeonho’s hole carefully, still tight like someone who had never taken another man. He grabbed Yeonho’s twitching erection, rubbed it along his own abdomen, and smeared the precum over Yeonho’s entrance. Forcing one finger inside, he spoke gently.

“Next time, prep yourself in advance. I won’t have time to do it for you.”

Yeonho clenched the bedsheets in both fists as the pain surged through him. He didn’t know what kind of life he’d lived at twenty, but for the past four years, he hadn’t had sex with anyone. Even if he and Siwoo had done it multiple times, their last time was five years ago. So his body was basically starting from scratch.

Unable to bear the pain, Yeonho spoke in a trembling voice.

“Please be a little gentler. Even if we really were lovers, it’s been such a long time…”

“At this level of tightness, it’s been… what, maybe two weeks? I’ve never gone that long without doing it when we were together, so I can’t really tell.”

“No, I haven’t been with anyone. I told you. This is my first time.”

At Yeonho’s insistence, Siwoo tilted his head in doubt. Was Yeonho trying to say that while he and Seong Junyoung had kissed, they hadn’t had sex? Was this his way of claiming that even though they were “brothers,” they hadn’t crossed that line?

“Why are you so obsessed with keeping up that act? You’re the kind of person who drops to their knees the second they see a dick.”

“I only did it because it was you, Kim Siwoo. I didn’t do that for anyone else. I think.”

Of course, Yeonho wasn’t completely confident in his own words. There was too much he couldn’t remember, after all.

“Enough. Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

Siwoo looked at Yeonho’s tearful face and eased the strength in his wrist and fingers. As requested, he moved more slowly and gently, stirring inside with deliberate care. No matter how determined he was not to crumble in front of Yeonho, he couldn’t just ignore his pleas.

“If you’ve got lube or oil, give it to me. I need it for the back.”