TTDOTO 3.3

“….” 

“Running away silently… I was wrong… I won’t do it again.” Jae-rim let out a bitter laugh. He didn’t want an apology for trying to die from those pretty lips. Nor for escaping. He just wanted to hear Jae-an say he wanted to live. 

Pressing his thumb against Jae-an’s foolish lips, which gave only wrong answers, Jae-rim offered his own wrong answer. 

“I’m sorry for getting turned on by you, hyung. Seeing you naked up close… it messes with my head.” 

“Hic, what?” 

The tension in Jae-an’s furrowed eyes drained, replaced by hollow despair. 

“Guess neither of us plans to say what the other wants to hear.” 

With a chilling gaze, Jae-rim shoved Jae-an’s pinned hands, forcing him to the floor. The thud of his shoulder hitting hard made Jae-an shut his eyes tightly, as if resistance was futile. 

Unwept tears streamed from his eyes’ corners. Jae-rim buried his face in the soft, concave flesh between Jae-an’s jaw and neck. Inhaling deeply, he savored the sweet mix of body wash and Jae-an’s scent. 

Slowly sliding down, his tongue circled the protruding collarbone, making Jae-an’s lean shoulder tremble. 

Raising only his eyes, Jae-rim studied Jae-an’s reaction. Unlike earlier, when he thrashed and wailed, Jae-an now silently bit his lips. Reading the strained endurance, Jae-rim squinted and pinched Jae-an’s nipple hard. Jae-an bit his lips until they paled, desperately stifling a moan. 

Enjoying the flinch, Jae-rim’s hand slid down his side to his flat stomach. Fingering the lean flesh, it reached the smooth, hairless skin below his navel. As expected, Jae-an’s penis hung limp. Jae-rim knew Jae-an had little body hair, but the smoothness surprised him. He let out a small, amused chuckle. 

“Feels like it’s never been touched.” 

Jae-rim lightly brushed the foreskin. Unable to endure, Jae-an pulled back, staring at him. 

“W-what are you doing?” 

Instead of answering, Jae-rim gripped the shaft, rubbing it up and down. Soft exclamations escaped him. Jae-an’s legs stiffened awkwardly, vision blurring. He covered himself with both hands. Too weak to push Jae-rim away, hiding was faster. 

“Don’t touch there…” 

Jae-rim easily brushed aside the clumsy hands. 

“Get it up.” 

“…No, I don’t want to.” 

“Hm? It’s pretty now, but… I’m curious how it looks hard.” 

Jae-rim, speaking gently, pressed his groin against Jae-an’s thigh, separated only by loose sweatpants. His erection, taut against the fabric, left a wet spot from precum. Rubbing himself on Jae-an’s smooth thigh, he locked eyes, as if showing how it’s done. 

“Ever gotten hard, hyung?” 

Rolling Jae-an’s earlobe with his tongue, biting it softly, he asked. 

“Ever jerked off? Had a wet dream?” 

“…Ngh.” 

“Ever put it in someone else’s hole? I know you haven’t… you better not have.” 

Jae-rim concluded without waiting for answers, his voice thick with growing excitement. Jae-an desperately covered himself to avoid the mounting motion of Jae-rim’s hips. Whispering against Jae-an’s trembling ear, Jae-rim pressed his lips close. 

“I used to barge into your room, wondering if you were jerking off. But you were always at your desk, staring at boring workbooks.” 

“….” 

“I remember your hand gripping a pencil, your eyelashes lowered over a book. And this tiny…” 

His sharp tongue probed Jae-an’s small ear canal, the wet sound ringing brazenly. 

“…white earphone cord in your ear.” 

“….” 

“You should’ve jerked off. Sitting there was sexier, and you didn’t even know.” 

Jae-an, unable to bear it, glared at him with bloodshot eyes. 

“…Just shut up and touch.” 

“….” 

“Beat me like before—my face, my stomach, whatever you want.” 

Jae-rim’s half-lidded eyes creased faintly, surprised by the response. 

“But don’t talk about the past. It’s disgusting.” 

Jae-an hated Jae-rim tainting their past. Accepting this vile reality was one thing; letting it ruin memories was another. 

“You’re horny and want to get off, fine, I’ll let that slide. But I’m not playing along with your sick lust. And I definitely won’t let you ruin the few good memories I have.” 

As Jae-an’s desperate retort ended, Jae-rim, frowning, let out a hollow laugh. Whether from excitement or anger, his uneven breaths mixed with the chuckle. Tilting his head slightly, he spoke low. 

“Funny. You’re the one who mocked us, saying we’re not real family.” 

Muttering, Jae-rim released Jae-an’s penis. Grabbing the collar around his slender neck, he yanked it up. 

“Ghk…!” 

Forcing Jae-an to sit with the collar’s pull, Jae-rim tugged down his pants and underwear, revealing his grotesquely erect penis. Trapping Jae-an’s small face between his thighs, he tapped his cheek with it. Though meant lightly, its weight left Jae-an’s cheek red and swollen, as if struck. 

“Right. We’re not real family.” 

“….” 

“What crazy brother gets this hard for his hyung?” 

Precum dripped, smearing Jae-an’s eye. Blinking, he stared weakly at the thick shaft filling his vision. Disgust flooded his light brown eyes. He knew what was coming. 

“Your eyes are too clear.” 

“….” 

“Everything shows.”

That’s why it’s fucked. Muttering, Jae-rim poked Jae-an’s eye with the tip. Pressing his thumb on his jaw, he forced his lower lip open. 

“Getting off… not wrong.” 

“….” 

“That’s exactly what I’m about to do.” 

“….” 

“Get off and satisfy my curiosity.” 

How long until Lee Jae-an begs to live? How far can I bend for him? With Jae-an, the questions were endless. 

“If you feel like dying, say so.” 

“….” 

“Beg to be saved.” 

Jae-rim slid the tip between Jae-an’s parted lips, thrusting as if penetrating. His jaw stretched as the hot, hard shaft plunged in, the bitter precum spreading. 

“Ugh, mmph!” 

The scream rising in his throat crumpled, blocked by the shaft. Jae-an thrashed, pushing and scratching Jae-rim’s thighs, but it was like clawing stone. 

“Stay still.” 

Gripping Jae-an’s head, Jae-rim moved his hips. The wet, smacking sound grew as the thick tip grazed his throat, pressing his tongue, pulling back, and repeating. 

“Ah…” 

Jamming it deep, Jae-rim tilted his head, groaning softly. His lips curled in satisfaction. Pausing, he shook his head and pulled back. His grip tightened, hips quickening. Each time Jae-an gasped, saliva surged, making wet noises. 

“I always wondered how it’d feel to fuck your mouth.” 

“Ngh, mmph… hic!” 

“Your lips, so plump for such a small mouth. Eating, they worked so hard. So fucking sexy.” Pressing Jae-an’s lips with his thumb, Jae-rim spoke softly. 

“Like your lip color, it’s… ha, hot.” 

“Hic, ngh.” 

“Slippery, tight. Ah…” 

With a sigh-like moan, Jae-rim’s thighs trembled. The swelling shaft filled Jae-an’s mouth, leaving no room. Unable to exhale, his chest heaved. Breathing through his nose wasn’t enough; his vision darkened. But Jae-rim, relentless, thrust harder. The shaft tore through his narrow throat, bulging it. 

“Ugh, ghk!” 

Jae-an’s trembling hands pushed his thighs. Jae-rim growled through clenched teeth. 

“Push once more, and I’ll rip your other hole apart.” 

“Ugh, hic…” 

“Hands behind your back.” 

Face red, nausea rising, Jae-an moved his hands back, clutching them tightly. Gripping his head with both hands, Jae-rim thrust faster, like digging a trench. Clicking his tongue, he said, 

“It’s getting tighter.” 

Hearing the commanding voice, Jae-an let out a sobbing moan. He shook his head, trying to open his mouth, but failed. 

“You’re squeezing like a rag. Trying to choke yourself to death on my sick lust?” 

“Hng…” 

“If you can’t take it, beg to live. Say you want to live, plead for it.” 

Jae-rim’s voice grew muffled. Jae-an didn’t know how to open his throat but shook his head, barely widening his mouth to breathe. Pain tore as his lips split, oxygen trickling in. But Jae-rim, merciless, pulled his head to his groin, crushing his nose, determined to force a plea. Jae-an slapped his thighs desperately. I’m going to collapse, Jae-rim, I’m collapsing.But with his throat blocked and tongue pinned, no words came. 

“Ugh, ghk…” 

Only gurgling escaped. The veined shaft hit his throat, the collar jerking with each thrust. Pale, then blue, Jae-an trembled, eyes losing focus. His flailing legs slowed, sliding on the marble. His limp body stiffened, twisting grotesquely. Jae-rim, lost to reason, kept thrusting. Ignoring Jae-an’s fading state, he didn’t pull out, moving only enough to graze his throat. No gagging sounded, only wet, gurgling noises echoed. 

“Fuck…” 

Feeling climax, Jae-rim thrust deep, clenching his hips. Hot semen flooded Jae-an’s throat. At his peak, Jae-rim groaned, head back. 

“Ha…” 

Savoring the orgasm’s aftershocks, he slowly withdrew. Blood-tinged semen dripped from Jae-an’s lips. Releasing his head, Jae-an’s frail body collapsed sideways. Convulsing, unable to breathe, Jae-rim inserted his fingers, clearing sticky saliva and semen. Still, Jae-an, blue-faced, didn’t breathe, unconscious. Narrowing one eye, Jae-rim checked his pulse. Feeling a faint beat, he relaxed his frown, rolling his eyes. Even as his eyes rolled back, Jae-an never begged to live. 

“Fucking stubborn bastard…” 

Jae-rim spat on the floor. Roughly removing the collar, he lifted Jae-an’s limp body, supporting his neck and knees. Carrying him to the bedroom, he laid him on the bed, wiping his face with a warm, wet towel. 

Sitting on a chair, Jae-rim stared at the unconscious Jae-an. His gaze lingered on every inch, settling on a hand dangling off the bed. Jae-rim interlaced their fingers. His scarred fingers coiled like a snake around Jae-an’s slender ones. 

Seeing Jae-an’s pale hand wearing the same ring, his penis twitched again. Caressing the fingers with half-lidded eyes, Jae-rim, staring at the angel he’d defiled, climaxed once more.