Gentle Giant Chapter 100
“Ju—Juho…!”
Dain had lost count of how many times he’d gasped his name. His throat was raw from calling out, and each time, Juho responded by pressing his lips somewhere new on Dain’s body.
Dain threaded his now-free left hand through Juho’s hair, fingers still clumsy but reveling in the freedom to ruffle the soft strands. Juho closed his eyes, surrendering his head entirely to Dain’s touch—as if begging to be doted on. The contrast between his usual ferocity and this vulnerable moment made Dain’s chest ache. He giggled, hooking his legs tighter around Juho’s waist.
Juho, now fully draped over Dain, lowered the hand still tangled in his hair. One by one, he took Dain’s fingers into his mouth, laving them with his rough tongue. The sensation—too much, after so long without proper touch—made Dain whimper and shake his head.
“Nngh… S-stop, it tickles—!”
At that, Juho released his fingers with a wet pop, only to shove three into his mouth at once. Heat, the scrape of teeth, the press of his tongue—every nerve in Dain’s hand screamed. He tried to pull free, but the struggle only made Juho’s cheeks hollow further, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
Finally, his fingers slipped out with an obscene squelch. Dain was wrecked—breathing like he’d run a marathon, heart pounding. His entire body thrummed from the overload.
“Uh… hyung.”
“Hm?”
Juho’s eyes widened as he brushed the sweat-damp hair from Dain’s forehead. Dain knew that look. He’d noticed.
“M-my… ears…”
Sure enough. Dain’s face burned crimson. The telltale flick of his cat ears emerging sent Juho into delighted overdrive.
“Hyung! Your ears are out! Waah, so cute, hyung!”
“W-why do they keep—!”
“They say it happens when you’re really happy. And honestly? I’m proud every time.”
“But it’s embarrassing!”
“What’s embarrassing about it? It’s not embarrassing at all.”
Juho pried Dain’s hands away from his ears, leaving them exposed—two furry triangles twitching in the air. The first time it happened, Dain had bolted to the bathroom, humiliated. Juho had spent thirty minutes coaxing him back to bed that night. The next morning, Dain had frantically Googled:
“Do other beastmen’s ears just… pop out when they’re too happy?”
Turns out, yes. Too happy, too aroused—his body betrayed him without mercy.
It wasn’t that he disliked the feeling. But the obviousness of it, the way his body broadcast his pleasure before he could stop it—that was mortifying.
Yet since then, it had happened countless times. Like now. The moment the sensations overwhelmed him—pop. And Juho, ever observant, always noticed.
His fingers immediately sought Dain’s ears, kneading them like dough. “So soft…”
Dain squirmed. This was the worst part. He could handle the looking, the touching—but when Juho started nipping at them, sucking them into his mouth like candy—
“Nn—! S-stop, I can’t—!”
Juho, meanwhile, remained maddeningly composed. Every. Damn. Time. Dain had vowed to return the favor, to make Juho’s ears emerge before bed… but the second his own ears appeared, he was too busy purring and writhing to remember.
And then there was the other problem: the way his ears made his ass tingle, like an itch deep inside he couldn’t scratch—
“Hyung, think you can stand?”
“N-no…”
“Then just drape your arms over my shoulders. Yeah? You can do that, right?”
“Mmm… okay.”
Juho gathered Dain’s boneless body against his chest, gripping him tight despite the sweat-slicked skin. Dain’s buttocks tensed under his palms—round, pliant, just like him. Juho fought the urge to flip him over and kiss them. (He’d get kicked for sure.)
Only after filling the tub with bubbles and floating a family of rubber ducks did Dain’s dazed expression clear.
The second he regained his senses, his face flushed anew—and he shoved Juho out of the bathroom.
“Wash up and come out fast!”
Juho pouted. How many times had he bathed Dain himself? Countless—more than fingers and toes could tally. And now he was being locked out?
A few minutes later, Dain crept out, wrapped in steam, his peach-pink skin still flushed from the heat. Juho had deliberately hidden his clothes. Dain’s shoulders slumped when he confirmed his suspiciously empty bathroom. “Tch. Knew you’d pull this.”
He scurried to the dresser, grabbing the first sleepwear he found. Like a kitten, Juho thought, smug.
“Juho, hurry up and wash.”
Dain tossed the words over his shoulder, already changed. Juho’s pout deepened. That whimper earlier, the way he’d clung to me— and now he was back to playing shy?
Still, he obeyed, trailing after Dain into the bathroom. Tilting his head, he asked:
“Hyung… wanna wash me this time?”
“W-what?!”
“Your hand’s all better now. And I’ve washed you plenty.”
“N-no, that’s different!”
“How?”
“That’s—not like this!”
Dain backpedaled out of the bathroom, cheeks aflame. Juho sighed, tsking at the missed opportunity. He’d been hoping for an excuse to touch him again—everywhere.
Stretching his lithe body under the shower spray, he inhaled deeply. The air still smelled like Dain—sweet, musky, his. His cock twitched. Juho licked his lips, already imagining pinning Dain down later—
***
Post-Bath
By the time Juho emerged, Dain was dry-haired and composed, as if nothing had happened. Juho hid his disappointment, guiding Dain to sit on the bed.
“Hyung, gimme your hand.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Your hand.”
Juho held out his palm. Dain blinked but obediently placed his hand in it.
“No, the other one.”
“Oh! Here.”
“I’ll massage it for you. First day without the cast—you probably overdid it.”
“N-no, you don’t have to—”
“I do. I promised on the phone I’d take care of your hand… though I ended up ‘taking care’ of other things instead.”
Dain’s shoulders jerked at the tease. Juho chuckled, then began kneading his fingers with painstaking care. The fracture site was still slightly discolored. The sight made his chest tight. He’d been so reckless.
Dain fidgeted, toes curling. Juho’s gentleness was almost worse than the tickling—like he was handling something precious. His ears, still half-emerged, burned anew.
Unable to resist, Dain reached out and tugged at Juho’s damp, golden-brown hair. Juho’s eyes crinkled in pleasure.
“Pretty… Juho, you’re so pretty.”
“Really? I’m pretty?”
“Mhm. Very.”
“Heh…”
Juho pressed a kiss to Dain’s fingertips, grinning.
“But you’re the prettiest in the world to me. Perfect match—we’re both gorgeous.”
“You think so…?”
“I know so.”
Dain laughed, bright and unguarded. And for the first time, he hoped Juho saw it too—his laughter, his blush, him—as the most beautiful thing in the world.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
