Chapter 5. Haetae (3)
What should he do? If he left things like this… Eckart’s gaze fell on Ronen’s wrist, which could easily fit in one hand with room to spare. With those hands right now, even lifting a spoon would probably be difficult.
Eckart turned around and began preparing a meal. He put milk, grains, vegetables, and other ingredients in a pot and boiled them thoroughly until the broth quickly became thick and white. After putting it in a bowl, he pulled over a chair and sat in front of the bed.
Eckart stirred it with a spoon to cool it down somewhat, then scooped a little and brought it to Ronen’s lips. From the moment Eckart had pulled over the chair, Ronen had already turned his head away with his mouth tightly shut. When the spoon touched his lips, he clamped down even tighter, and the thick broth smeared around his lips, making them dirty.
Eckart tried to force the spoon into his mouth by making him open it, but Ronen shook his head in refusal, causing it to spill everywhere. After several repetitions, not only Eckart’s hands but also Ronen’s face and clothes became messily dirty.
Ronen, who was already lacking energy, seemed exhausted just from gritting his teeth and shaking his head—his face flushed red as he panted with labored breathing. Eckart too was not exactly composed as he suppressed his rising emotions while forcibly pushing forward.
He had no intention of stopping here. Just as he brought the spoon to Ronen’s lips again, thinking that if he kept smearing it around his mouth like this, at least some would seep in, Ronen raised his arm and struck away Eckart’s hand. As if mustering all his strength, the blow was quite fierce, and the spoon Eckart dropped rolled across the floor.
Despite being exhausted, Ronen looked at Eckart with remarkably clear eyes before sharply turning his head away. He could be seen wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His hand trembled violently, struggling even with the simple act of wiping his mouth.
Eckart let out a deep sigh.
“…There’s no other way.”
When he set down the bowl, Ronen thought it was over and relaxed his stiffly tensed body. Then there was a hand that roughly grabbed his face. It was somewhat rough and large enough to grip both cheeks with one hand.
As Ronen looked up at Eckart with wide eyes, he continued speaking with his usual calm expression.
“I didn’t want to go this far either.”
It was before Ronen could ask what he meant. Eckart’s hand that had been gripping both of Ronen’s cheeks moved to cradle his jaw, then his thumb ruthlessly invaded his mouth.
“Ugh… ah…”
He tried shaking his head in panic, but Eckart’s hand didn’t budge. Instead, it pressed down on his lower teeth to force his mouth open.
Ronen grabbed Eckart’s hand with both hands and tried to close his mouth. But Eckart easily ignored it. Even though his physical strength had weakened considerably from refusing meals, Ronen’s green eyes looked at Eckart in shock at being rendered completely helpless with just one hand holding his mouth open. The thick thumb kept touching the tip of his tongue, and his mouth became thoroughly wet.
As the smooth tongue moved teasingly against Eckart’s thumb, seemingly bothered by the intruder in his mouth, Eckart too couldn’t hide his bewilderment. He kept his gaze on the inside of Ronen’s mouth for a moment before hurriedly lowering his head. As if not forgetting his original purpose, he scooped up the thick porridge in the bowl with his other hand.
“…Mmph!”
Two of Eckart’s fingers suddenly pushed into Ronen’s forcibly opened mouth. Along with the scooped porridge, they filled Ronen’s mouth completely. Ronen struggled and resisted again, but it was useless. Eckart pushed with his fingers until Ronen swallowed the food.
Ronen’s unprepared mouth violently rejected the food. Even though Eckart’s fingers hadn’t touched his uvula, he dry-heaved. Tears quickly formed in Ronen’s eyes, and his face flushed bright red. Porridge-mixed saliva dripped from his opened mouth.
Finally unable to endure it, he gulped down the food. His mouth briefly tightened as Ronen’s tongue pressed against Eckart’s fingers. Eckart quickly withdrew his fingers, and Ronen swallowed the food down his throat more comfortably.
Only after his mouth was somewhat empty did Ronen let out panting breaths.
“Hic…”
His face was contorted as if in pain. His eyes narrowed as the tears that had been welling up fell, and inside Ronen’s forcibly opened mouth, some thick porridge remained, contrasting with his red tongue.
The mouth completely covered in porridge, the saliva flowing down Eckart’s hand, the reddened eyes, and the moistly wet green pupils were both pitiful and stimulating to sadistic impulses. Eckart kept swallowing dry saliva as if his own mouth were full of porridge.
Ronen’s hands that had been gripping his hand trembled pitifully. When Eckart slightly loosened his strength, Ronen’s mouth slowly closed. Ronen’s wet eyelashes drooped downward.
“Just, let me…”
Ronen, who barely managed to voice the cracked words, licked his lips with his tongue. The sight of him licking up the somewhat dried, sticky broth was inappropriately erotic for the situation, causing Eckart’s body to tense. He removed the hand that had been gripping Ronen’s jaw and created distance.
Ronen, finally freed, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and continued speaking.
“I’ll eat it myself…”
Ronen admitted his defeat. He had completely lost in the battle of nerves with Eckart. Understanding the meaning, Eckart brought over a new spoon and handed it to him.
Meanwhile, Ronen sat up and leaned against the bed, taking the spoon with his still-bound hands. Since there was no particular hindrance to eating, he slowly scooped up the thick broth.
However, his trembling hands could barely grip the spoon, and he spilled more than he managed to get to his mouth. Eckart extended his hand when Ronen let out a sigh with a tired expression.
When the hesitant Ronen handed the spoon back to Eckart, he scooped small amounts and brought them to his mouth.
Since refusing might result in having his mouth forced open and fingers pushed in again, Ronen obediently ate. While doing so, he didn’t forget to steal glances at Eckart.
He never expected to be force-fed in such a way, so his startled heart hadn’t completely calmed down yet. It was understandable since this was the first time he had seen Eckart’s forceful side.
He had always been calm, serious, and considerate… Ronen’s gaze swept over Eckart’s hand holding the spoon. The large hand with thick joints had shockingly good grip strength. No matter how much he tried to close his mouth or push away, it was useless. He had gripped his face with strong force and pushed forward.
The sensation of the fingers that had entered his mouth was vivid. The way they flinched every time his tongue touched them too.
When Ronen raised his head to stare intently at Eckart, Eckart, who was obviously trying to avoid his gaze, carefully asked.
“Are you finished eating?”
More than half the bowl was already empty. Half of that had been spilled in the wrong places, but perhaps because he hadn’t eaten for a while, he already felt full. As if the significance lay in having fed him, Eckart waited for an answer as if he would finish the meal here if Ronen didn’t want more.
Ronen nodded. Eckart obediently cleared away the bowl. Watching him, Ronen let out a small sigh.
His heart felt awful since the fasting he had started to show his intent to starve to death if Eckart wouldn’t personally lead him to the execution platform had failed like this.
Clearly this situation was unpleasant and frustrating… but he couldn’t feel entirely that way because of Eckart, who had fed him with an uncharacteristically forceful attitude. It seemed to show how worried he was and how much he didn’t want things to go wrong. Inappropriately for his situation, his heart swelled with emotion.
Eckart, who seemed about to leave the room, brought water. He set the water he had brought in front of the bed and dampened a cloth. He wiped Ronen’s face with the cloth that he had wrung tightly so no water would drip, and his touch was so delicate it made his earlier attitude seem like a dream.
Since it had splattered on his hair too, he supported the hair with one hand while wiping with the cloth in the other. The dried tear stains around his eyes, both cheeks, and his mouth… When wiping his lips, he was even more careful. The lips were slightly crushed and parted by the cloth that touched them as gently as a brush. The strength entering Eckart’s hand holding the cloth was clearly felt.
At that point, Eckart rinsed the cloth once. After slowly exhaling, he began wiping the broth that had flowed down his jaw to his neck. Ronen didn’t bother saying he would do it himself. Since Eckart was the one who had force-fed him anyway, he watched quietly as if punishing him.
‘No, actually…’
The punishment was an excuse—he himself was enjoying Eckart’s touch.
Ronen’s body trembled finely at the cold, damp cloth and slow touch felt over his thin clothing. Feeling that trembling, Eckart’s hand hesitated repeatedly. Ronen’s body, hazily visible through the thin clothing, swayed slightly each time the wet cloth touched him.
His rising and falling chest and stomach were irregular. Eckart’s eyebrows contorted as if in pain. Hot breath escaped through his lips. The slower his touch became as he moved further down, the more his inner turmoil and conflict could be fully anticipated.
Food that had spilled while eating sitting up had gotten on his stomach and below. When Eckart’s hesitating hand moved toward his stomach, a certain part was slightly raised beneath the thin white clothing. Recognizing what it was, Eckart’s hand stopped abruptly.
Realizing what he was looking at, Ronen shakily drew his legs together. As if trying to hide it somehow, he turned his body slightly and faced away from him. He also lowered his head in the opposite direction from where Eckart was and muttered as if making excuses.
“I told you. My body is lewd.”
Unlike his matter-of-fact tone as if asking what was so surprising, Ronen’s ears were red. Eckart crumpled the wet cloth and gripped it tightly. Heat circulated through his entire body to a dizzying degree. Ronen, who had become aroused by his touch, was so erotic that it felt like all the blood in his body was boiling.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
