“Wait, hold on a sec.”
Kim Sibaek tried to stop him, at least until they made it into the room—but Tae Woon’s lips were already brushing his. Their mouths met naturally, and a soft, wet tongue slipped smoothly between his lips.
He hesitated, thinking he should push back—but that teasing tongue gently coaxed his own, the kiss playful and needy. In the end, he gave in. Where had Tae Woon learned to act this cute during a kiss? Or was it just natural instinct?
Sibaek sucked on that insistent tongue, imagining how Lord Biendeoé would probably faint if she saw this. Tae Woon had played coy when asking for a kiss, but the second they touched, he dove in deep without hesitation.
“Haah, mm…”
The wet sounds of their kiss filled the air, sweet and sticky with saliva. Had a kiss ever tasted this good? His heartbeat pounded up from his chest—not just from arousal, which made Sibaek falter for a moment.
Maybe Tae Woon noticed that brief hesitation, because he pulled Sibaek in tighter and stepped forward, forcing him back with the weight of his body. Sibaek stumbled without meaning to.
His back hit something solid—the door. Click. Tae Woon opened it. Cool air spilled from the room, and before Sibaek could react, they were already inside. Tae Woon kicked the door shut behind them. Click. The bed wasn’t far.
“Ah, where’s the remote?”
While Tae Woon fumbled at the nightstand, looking for the bed remote, Sibaek finally managed to break the kiss.
“Let’s purify first. Your body should be stable enough by now.”
“It’s not that urgent. Just keep one leg out—we can do both at once.”
Tae Woon pressed closer, lips brushing over Sibaek’s palm as he kissed it, grinding his hips in. His thick thigh rubbed between Sibaek’s legs, bold and shameless. Sibaek licked his lower lip, but his priorities couldn’t have been more different from Tae Woon’s.
“My top priority is always healing you.”
“Mmm… but Hyung, I’m already hard. Woonie wants to be with you first…”
That cutesy little whine, nasal and sticky-sweet, came with soft kisses against his palm. But given the situation, Sibaek’s voice sharpened.
“You’ll stay hard even after the purification. If it’s going to happen either way, isn’t it better to handle everything at once?”
“……”
Tae Woon blinked, caught off guard by the unexpectedly logical argument. Then he burst into an exaggerated grin.
“Okay, okay. Since it’s hard for someone your age to get it up even once, I—your charming junior, sixty years younger—will graciously yield—mmfph!”
“I told you, my physical age is still in my twenties—how many times do I have to—!”
“Ow—heehee!”
Teasing someone who’d grown increasingly sensitive about aging—especially now at ninety-seven—earned Tae Woon a thorough cheek-stretching. Only when his cheeks turned bright red did Sibaek let go and sit down on the bed, patting the spot beside him.
“Sit here.”
Like a loyal puppy, Tae Woon sat right next to him. Sibaek placed a hand on the back of his neck. As he whispered a prayer, he wrapped the traces of blackened demonic energy with Divine Power. Tae Woon’s face, playful just moments ago, quickly tensed. A flush of red crept across his unusually pale cheeks.
“Nngh…”
Tae Woon clenched his teeth and bowed his head, breathing hard through his nose. His hands twitched on the bed before grabbing tightly onto Sibaek’s knee. The heat from his palm burned through the fabric, making Sibaek exhale unconsciously.
He’d said his whole body felt like one big erogenous zone now—what did that even feel like? Sibaek couldn’t imagine it. If all his senses were tuned to Tae Woon alone…
Ah.
Thump. Thump-thump. Thump. His heart pounded again. Not Tae Woon’s—his own. Beating for Tae Woon.
He’d never reacted like this to anyone before. That made Sibaek deeply uneasy.
“……”
As always, the purification ended in silence. The only sound breaking the stillness was Tae Woon’s ragged breathing. Sibaek licked his dry upper palate unconsciously and asked softly,
“……Feel a bit better now?”
Instead of answering, Tae Woon pounced. He pushed Sibaek down onto the mattress, and Sibaek instinctively wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Tae Woon’s tongue invaded his mouth again, rough and demanding, leaving him gasping. Sloppy kisses followed, saliva trickling past the corners of their mouths. There was no time to clean up—Tae Woon was already yanking down his pants and underwear.
“Haaah…”
With a hungry bite to his lower lip, Tae Woon ground their hips together. The head of his cock, already slick and flushed, pressed firmly against Sibaek’s groin.
“Hyung… use your hand.”
That sultry whisper tickled his earlobe, followed by the wet flick of a tongue. Each lick made Sibaek’s skin twitch with heat, and a low groan escaped from deep in his chest.
When his hand finally wrapped around the thick shaft, Tae Woon let out a sharp moan, brow furrowing. He’d held it countless times before, but it never felt real. That it belonged to Tae Woon. That he had chosen this.
His heart pounded again—dark, electric, and dangerous.
Kim Sibaek swallowed the rough breath rising in his chest and gave the wet shaft a light shake. The hot, sticky skin felt like it could melt his palm, scraping sharply against his own. And yet… something was missing.
Tae Woon, who had been lazily rolling his hips, suddenly gave an upward thrust. The thick head of his cock bumped against Sibaek’s, which had been twitching unattended. Ah. So that’s what it was.
“You don’t even say a word, just start begging with your body, huh…”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.”
Sibaek bit back the rest—You’re seriously too good at this—and pressed their cocks together, gripping them both with his hands. As if he’d been waiting for that exact moment, Tae Woon placed his hand over theirs, his large palm wrapping around them completely. The second he squeezed, his hips snapped forward hard.
Their shafts, slick with precum, rubbed together with lewd friction, like they were already buried inside something tight. Tae Woon’s thick cock, veined and hard, ground against Sibaek’s sensitive skin, each motion dragging sweet, torturous pleasure from both of them. With every rough thrust, their joined hands burned hotter, and Tae Woon’s body rocked rhythmically over his.
Overwhelmed by the pressure, heat, and friction, Sibaek’s hips began to shake and lift uncontrollably. He was moaning, barely able to keep his eyes open—only to find Tae Woon’s gaze locked onto him, sharp and unwavering. That intense stare clung to him like glue, sending a ripple of unease through his chest. But before he could register it, Tae Woon’s black eyes curved into a familiar, heated smile.
“Hnngh… fuuuck…”
Tae Woon began to grind harder, massaging with his entire palm. Whatever lingering tension Sibaek felt dissolved into a haze of pure sensation, too deep and overwhelming to resist.
Then Tae Woon let go with one hand and grabbed his ass with a harsh squeeze. The sudden jolt shot through him like lightning, his hips jerking from the force of it. The pressure wasn’t just intense—it bordered on pain, deep and bruising. But even so, that raw stimulation shot straight through him like a live wire.
“Ahh… haah… nn…”
In an instant, his fingers were drenched in thick, white cum, streaking across his abs. But Tae Woon didn’t let up. He kept rocking his hips, grinding his soaked cock against him, hand still wrapped tight around Sibaek’s slackening grip.
It was too much—especially right after coming. His lips trembled, moans pouring from him without pause. Tae Woon’s voice came low and teasing, brushing warmly across his sweat-slicked skin.
“Hyung… did that feel good?”
Sibaek never got the chance to answer. Tae Woon swallowed his reply with another deep kiss, tongue invading his mouth and licking up every last breathy moan like a predator devouring its catch. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat. As their cocks continued to grind together, thick and hot, a second orgasm spilled between their fingers.
The high-pitched gasps dropped off in an instant, leaving behind only the heat hanging heavy in the air. Sibaek tried to sit up, breath still unsteady, but Tae Woon’s hand stayed firm on his ass.
“I’ve had that bulk order of condoms delivered for a while now.”
“……”
“Can’t we use them?”
Those glistening, puppy-dog eyes were impossible to ignore. A cold bead of sweat slipped down Sibaek’s temple. He couldn’t look away—not when Tae Woon was being this adorable. And honestly, how many more times would he get to see this side of him?
Something buried deep inside him—something he hadn’t dared to name—finally stirred. And before he could stop himself, the words just came out.
“…What would you do if I didn’t go back? If I stayed here with you?”
