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He had been found out. Even though he had tried to hide it, Yeonho had figured it all out. Even the hatred Siwoo showed was just another form of love, and Yeonho had seen through it completely. Annoyed by Yeonho’s certainty, Siwoo pulled him into a suffocating embrace and bit down on the nape of his neck.

Inside Yeonho’s belly, now filled with liquid, Siwoo’s cock swelled even larger. Without letting Yeonho climax, Siwoo slammed his hips up hard. Wet, obscene sounds echoed between them. With every thrust, a rush of fluid spilled out.

Yeonho, already at his limit taking Siwoo in, didn’t know what to do. He scratched at the backs of Siwoo’s hands that were gripping his waist.

“Wait, it hurts too much. I’m completely full. It feels like my stomach’s going to burst.”

“You keep acting like it’s your first time.”

“It really hurts. Please, just a little slower…”

Scratching Siwoo wasn’t enough to handle the pressure building inside him. So Yeonho bit his lip. Siwoo didn’t slow his thrusts, but he did force Yeonho’s lips apart to keep them from bruising, and pushed his tongue inside.

“Mmmph…”

He couldn’t breathe, it was overwhelming, but as Siwoo exhaled into his mouth, Yeonho felt the pain start to subside. The way Siwoo sucked on his tongue and swallowed his saliva felt unreal.

It didn’t take long for his body to start adjusting. Every time Siwoo’s cock pressed up near his navel, his nerves sparked back to life. Even if his head didn’t remember, his body did. His body remembered how many times Siwoo had hit that spot. From the moment they ran into each other at the resort last spring, his body had been waiting for this moment to come again.

Siwoo pulled out and gently pressed down on Yeonho’s belly with his palm, helping him release everything inside. Then he laid Yeonho flat, spread his legs, and entered him again.

This time, he slowed down. He moved gently, deeply, and pressed kisses across Yeonho’s face as he spoke in a soft voice. There was no other purpose behind his words. From the beginning, this had always been the truth buried inside him.

“How many of your stepfamily have you taken back here? Not just your family, but your other relatives too? Are you like the family’s personal toilet or something?”

Yeonho, who had been scratching at Siwoo’s arms, brought his hands together over his chest with a shy look. He couldn’t take anything Siwoo was saying seriously. Not a single sentence made any sense.

Siwoo’s voice was too sweet, too tender. That was why even these cruel insults didn’t hurt him. Instead, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Kim Siwoo, are you saying this on purpose to turn me on? I don’t really know…”

“…”

“You keep calling me a slut or a toilet. I heard some people talk like that in bed to get their partner going.”

Siwoo, who had meant to press Yeonho hard and corner him emotionally, let out an incredulous laugh. The bigger problem was that Yeonho’s hole really was twitching. And he hadn’t even meant the words to be erotic.

“So it turned you on?”

“Yes… I guess I kind of have that kink. You can say more if you want.”

Yeonho moaned softly and lifted his hips. Siwoo remained silent, eyes closed, continuing his slow thrusts. Watching his expression, Yeonho nervously tried to read his mood.

“Did I ruin the mood by being clueless? I’m sorry. I don’t know how to match you…”

Trying to recover the atmosphere, Yeonho let out a fragile little whimper and started acting.

“Mmh… don’t say things like that… I don’t like it…”

In that moment, Siwoo gave up the edge he had been trying to hold over Yeonho. He collapsed on top of him, pressing him down with his weight, hugging his head and covering his face with kisses, laughing helplessly. His hips began to move faster again.

“Ahh… aaah…!”

Yeonho curled his toes and cried out in, not acting at all, as he came. Siwoo had been thinking it the entire time they were together. That no matter what, he could never win against him.

He had started this wanting to hurt Yeonho. But once again, his entire plan had collapsed beautifully. In the end, Yeonho was the one who felt satisfied, while he was left with emptiness. After it was over, Siwoo washed Yeonho’s body for him, changed the sheets and blankets to fresh ones, laid him down in bed, and prepared to leave.

“I’ll come back in the morning to do the laundry. Don’t touch anything, just leave it all as it is. You probably have a lot of questions. Let’s talk after you sleep.”

“Don’t go. Stay.”

Yeonho picked up Siwoo’s T-shirt from the floor and hugged it to his chest. Siwoo silently held out his hand, but Yeonho shook his head and hid the shirt under the covers.

Siwoo, weighed down by the bitter thought that all of this might have been nothing more than a pathetic, one-sided crush, said quietly,

“Just let me go. I want to be alone.”

“If you leave, I won’t be able to sleep.”

“So now I have to put you to bed too?”

Right now, the thought of letting Siwoo leave felt worse than dying for Yeonho. So, to make him stay, he used Siwoo’s love for him as much as he could.

“If I want to fall asleep again, I’ll need another sleeping pill. And then I’ll probably end up wandering around the stairs again… I think that’s what’ll happen.”

Siwoo closed his mouth and took a long, deep breath. Eventually, he gave in, climbed back onto the bed, and lay down, clearly defeated. Yeonho turned off the one remaining light, then gently pushed Siwoo toward the inside of the bed so he couldn’t slip out easily, and lay down on the outer edge himself. He looked at Siwoo’s back with a hint of sadness, then pressed up against it and spoke quietly.

“Can you hold me?”

“No.”

“Got it. I was going to do it anyway. Just thought I’d ask first. I’ll be the one holding you then.”

Yeonho pressed his body against Siwoo’s back and wrapped his arms around his waist. Siwoo could already picture how Yeonho would nestle into his chest in his sleep. There had been plenty of mornings where he had woken up with Yeonho in his arms like that. On those days, Yeonho would treat him like a baby the moment he woke up, teasing and doing all kinds of things to him.

Siwoo wanted to stay quiet and sleep, but between each breath he ended up letting love slip out once again.

“You really need to stop taking those sleeping pills. It’s dangerous.”

“You said you came to ruin my life, didn’t you? Then just let it be dangerous.”

Yeonho answered with a faint laugh, and Siwoo couldn’t help letting out a short, incredulous laugh of his own.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

Yeonho wanted to face him and lie together, so he tried to turn Siwoo’s body around, but lacked the strength. Instead, he slipped his body quickly into the narrow space between Siwoo and the wall.

He hugged Siwoo tightly and said,

“If you tuck me in every night, I’ll stop taking sleeping pills.”

“Why would I? No.”

“Then at least tell me why you hate me so much when I wake up. Good night.”

Now confident in Siwoo’s love, Yeonho kissed his lips boldly and closed his eyes to sleep.

***

When morning finally came, Yeonho was the first to wake. Bathed in sunlight pouring through the window, he opened his eyes with a clear mind and gently stroked Siwoo’s hair, who was still asleep with his face buried in Yeonho’s chest.

The muscle tape on Siwoo’s left wrist had loosened from the washing after sex and now hung limply. Yeonho carefully peeled it away. The condition of Siwoo’s wrist, hidden all this time under a watch and tape, was now fully exposed. Tears instantly welled up in Yeonho’s eyes.

He was overwhelmed with dread as his trembling fingers traced over the many lines carved into Siwoo’s wrist.

“Hngh… mm…”

His fingertips recognized the familiar texture. It felt like someone was shredding his chest with a knife. He didn’t even know why those scars had been left on Siwoo’s body, but not wanting to wake him, Yeonho shut his mouth tight and cried silently for a long time.

When Siwoo finally opened his eyes, Yeonho was clinging to him like a feverish wreck. He hadn’t believed Yeonho when he said he had never been with anyone else, so he never expected him to be in such a state afterward. He remembered the moment during sex when Yeonho cried and begged him to be gentle.

“…It really did hurt.”

Red marks Siwoo had left on Yeonho’s body were already starting to turn into deep purple bruises. Siwoo pressed gentle kisses to each one.

After checking that Yeonho’s body was running hot with fever, he got up from the bed. He picked up the muscle tape that had come off and rolled across the bed, then dressed himself. After tidying up the messy room, he returned upstairs.

He changed into fresh clothes, strapped on a watch over his wrist, gathered the rest of what he needed, and headed out.

When Yeonho finally woke up to find Siwoo gone, he sat on the bed blankly, looking around the empty room in a daze. Siwoo had disappeared along with the clothes Yeonho had hidden away. Even when he called out his name, the only response was the sound of the washing machine running. His lower body ached like it had been broken. He couldn’t even touch the floor with his feet on his own.

A while later, the sound of the door lock chimed from beyond the door. Yeonho naturally assumed it was Siwoo. Seong Junyoung didn’t know the code to this place. At this point, it was no surprise that Siwoo did.

When Siwoo appeared with a packed meal and a medicine pouch in his hands, Yeonho unconsciously let out a sulky noise. From that alone, Siwoo immediately understood all of Yeonho’s lingering resentment.

As if apologizing for having left, Siwoo gently rubbed the side of Yeonho’s flushed cheek with the back of his hand. Then he pulled an old phone from his pocket and plugged it into a charger.

“This is the phone I used to use. Once it’s charged, take a look. I think you’ll know the password.”