Chapter 20
Adjusting their positions, Gyeongjae shifted Yeonho's body until they were both more comfortable. He kept a firm grip on Yeonho's waist, saying nothing at all.
And then…
SMACK!
Gyeongjae drove his hips upward in one rough, brutal motion, drawing a sharp cry that wracked Yeonho's entire body.
"Angh—!? So S-sudden… Ngh—!"
The impact made Yeonho clench tight around him. He could feel that hard, throbbing length buried deep inside, stretching him completely and reaching places no one had ever touched before.
"Gyeongjae… Hngh…"
Yeonho let out a soft whimper. The sensation felt as though he was being torn apart, in the most overwhelming, addictive way possible.
"Ugh… You're so tight…"Gyeongjae never once took his eyes off him.
He watched as Yeonho arched his back and tilted his head, his face flushing bright red with rising pleasure.
Even the smallest shift of Gyeongjae's hips was enough to make Yeonho squirm restlessly on his lap.
"Wait—don't move yet… ngh… I feel like I'm going to cum any second."
His hands trembled as they rested on Gyeongjae's shoulders. He let his heavy head drop against the crook of Gyeongjae's neck.
"I feel so full… let's stay like this just a little longer… Haah…"
They stayed completely still for a moment, both savoring the raw intimacy binding them together.
Gyeongjae pressed his palm flat against Yeonho's back, adjusting their position once more to pull him even closer.
"Tsk. So troublesome. You were the one provoking me, and now you want to stop?"
Fire burned through his veins, stoked by the drug in his system, and the heat would only grow worse if he held back any longer. He had no intention of waiting.
"Fine—now move—?!.."
SMACK —! SLAP —! SMACK—!
Yeonho didn't even get to finish his words. Gyeongjae drove deeper, thrusting with brutal force and a fast, unrelenting rhythm.
"Ahngh—! Oh god… Hmph… Gyeongjae… I can feel you moving so deep inside…"
Yeonho tangled his fingers in his own hair, holding on tight.
"Haah… You feel so warm and perfect around me…"
Gyeongjae groaned, lost in how perfectly Yeonho's walls molded to every inch of him.
Yeonho let him take full control. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and rolled down his flushed cheeks, his hair swaying messily with every rough movement.
His mind already felt fuzzy, too overwhelmed to think straight.
'Fuck… This is too much…'
Nothing else could hold his focus. Not when every thrust filled him so completely, stretching him wider and deeper each time.
Gyeongjae locked his arms tight around Yeonho's waist, keeping him from pulling away, his gaze fixed hungrily on Yeonho's face twisted in pure ecstasy.
"It hurts… harder, Gyeongjae… Fuck me harder… Make it hurt… ungh…" Yeonho stared right back into his eyes, bold and wanting.
"You… Shit…"A flash of irritation flared in Gyeongjae's chest, but it was drowned out instantly by desperate need.
He couldn't deny how much he craved this, how incredible it felt to hear Yeonho beg like that.
His pace grew faster and rougher. Every deep stroke drew broken, tearful moans from Yeonho, until Gyeongjae shifted his hips just right—and found that sweet, sensitive spot buried deep inside him.
"Oh—! There! Gyeongjae… It hurts… fuck, that feels so good…"
He hit that exact spot over and over, making Yeonho's insides tighten even more around him with every strike.
Yeonho trembled uncontrollably. The sharp, stinging stretch blended into overwhelming pleasure, and all he could do was moan, cry out, and take every rough thrust exactly as it came.
The length inside him throbbed continuously, its veins dragging against his most sensitive walls and sending waves of scorching heat through his entire body.
"Yeonho… Haahh… So fucking tight… Fuck…"
"R-right there—don't stop… Gyeongjae… Mngh… It hurts… S—So good… Angh!"
Both of them were completely lost in the moment.
The only sounds filling the room were their ragged breathing, breathless moans, and the sharp, rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
Nothing else in the world mattered anymore.
Yeonho settled firmly on Gyeongjae's lap, rolling his hips to meet every thrust and chase that dizzying, overwhelming high.
Gyeongjae held him steady, letting him arch and move however felt best.
They kept going like that, until Gyeongjae sensed Yeonho was close—and slowed his pace just enough to draw it out.
Even through the haze of pleasure, conflict twisted sharply inside him. He knew this was wrong—knew he was doing this with Hana's twin brother, the very person she considered her greatest enemy.
But he could not bring himself to stop.
It was like forbidden fruit. Yeonho was the most tempting thing he had ever known—a sin he would never be able to walk away from.
As they drew closer to their peak, that buzzing, electric tension between them only grew stronger, spreading through every inch of their joined bodies.
"I'm almost there… Hngh—! Gyeongjae…" Yeonho cried out, his long hair sticking to his skin in damp, sticky strands of sweat.
'I just took a shower earlier… and I'm already this messy… '
He thought, his mind spinning in daze.
Gyeongjae clenched his jaw, feeling Yeonho's walls clamp down even tighter around him. There was no mistaking it — they were both right on the very edge.
"Faster… Go harder… Angh!…" Yeonho whined, his release so near he could already feel it coiling tight in his gut.
Gyeongjae drove into him faster, rougher, more desperately than before. He was close too, burning with the need to spill everything deep inside Yeonho.
"Yeonho… Haaah… I'm getting close…"
He sank his teeth hard into the soft curve of Yeonho's neck, leaving a clear, dark mark behind.
He knew it would sting, but he also knew Yeonho craved it that way — the sharp, biting pain only made the pleasure feel twice as intense.
And sure enough, Yeonho clenched around him so suddenly and tightly it nearly sent Gyeongjae falling over right then and there.
"—Ahngh!?…"
Yeonho threw his head back and screamed, biting down hard on his lip as his eyes rolled shut. His body arched sharply upward, pressing his chest flush against Gyeongjae's until their skin rubbed raw.
"…Aghh, Yeonho…"
Gyeongjae let out a low, rough groan. He loosened one hand from Yeonho's waist only to grip his jaw, tilting his head back until their gazes locked.
"Open your mouth… Haa…" he ordered, his voice thick and heavy with raw desire.
Yeonho whimpered at that dominant tone, his whole body shuddering uncontrollably. He parted his lips wide and stuck out his tongue, eyes half-lidded but still staring straight into Gyeongjae's.
"Angh… —Mmph!…"
Yeonho gasped in surprise when Gyeongjae leaned in suddenly, devouring his mouth like a man starved, claiming it deep and rough.
The brief flash of confusion faded instantly — he was too far gone, too dazed by pleasure to think of anything else.
Gyeongjae kissed him deeply, all while driving into him over and over in steady, punishing strokes.
All Yeonho could do was make soft, broken sounds, leaning his full weight against Gyeongjae for support.
After a few more thrusts, Gyeongjae finally pulled back. He drank in the sight of him: lips parted and glistening, saliva trailing down his chin, tears still drying on his flushed cheeks.
Yeonho's face was bright red, his eyes unfocused and glazed over with pure, mind-numbing bliss.
To Gyeongjae, he looked nothing short of breathtaking — utterly ruined, and completely his.
"I'm close… gonna fill you up so deep…"
He pressed a soft, possessive kiss to Yeonho's heated cheek, then kept moving, rolling his hips hard and fast. Yeonho could only sit there like a pliant, pretty doll in his lap, letting out soft, high-pitched moans with every stroke.
"I'm gonna cum... —Hngh!…" Yeonho gasped, forcing his bleary eyes to stay locked on Gyeongjae's.
A few more sharp, deliberate thrusts, and Yeonho finally tipped over the edge.
Hot release spilled from him as he cried out, his whole body shaking hard while his back arched off Gyeongjae's chest.
"—Haeuhg! It's coming… Oh god… Ungh! Gyeongjae-ah…"
Gyeongjae grunted, his muscles tensing sharply at the sudden, tight squeeze around him.
"…Fuck… You're squeezing me way too hard…"
He slowed his pace only a little, easing through the overstimulation as Yeonho's release leaked steadily down their joined bodies, dripping warm and slick onto Gyeongjae's stomach.
Their skin grew even stickier, glistening under the faint light of the room.
Thinking Yeonho would finally get to rest after such a hard climax, Gyeongjae let him slump forward, resting his heavy head against his shoulder.
"Let me… catch my breath… Ahh…" Yeonho panted, gasping for air.
But just as he thought it was over, Gyeongjae started moving again — thrusting upward deep and hard.
"—Hick!… What the hell?! I just came—! Oh my god… Hngh! Gyeongjae…"
Yeonho yelped, scrambling to wrap his arms tight around Gyeongjae's neck and cling to him like his life depended on it.
"I haven't come yet. Bear with it…" Gyeongjae rumbled, his voice low and unyielding.
The drug still burned hot in his veins, and every inch of Yeonho still felt impossibly perfect around him.
He kept driving into him, and Yeonho's cries only grew louder — breathless, broken whimpers and moans spilling past his swollen lips.
"Gyeong…jae… Nghh… Cum inside me… Anngh…"
His pace picked up speed again, sharp and urgent. Gyeongjae was so close he could taste it, and his relentless strokes quickly dragged Yeonho right back up to that same dizzy, buzzing high.
"I'm cumming again…Gyeongjae —Ahng!…"
"Fuck… gonna fill you up deep… Don't waste a single drop."
One final series of hard, deep thrusts, and Gyeongjae reached his peak.
Wet, slick sounds filled the room, mixed with the sharp slap of skin against skin as he spilled everything hot and deep inside Yeonho, his gaze never leaving his face.
"Ahh!Yeonho… Fuck… Haaah…"
"Hngh—! Gyeongjae… I feel so full... Mnmph.."
Yeonho moaned endlessly, every nerve ending singing as that thick warmth spread through him completely.
They stayed locked together, eyes meeting through heavy, ragged breaths, their combined release slowly seeping between their bodies as they remained connected, neither wanting to pull away just yet.
Gyeongjae stared up at Yeonho, then leaned in close to press a slow, tender kiss against his wet, glistening lips.
He kept moving inside him, though his pace had softened into a lazy, gentle rhythm — drawing out every quiet, heavy, lingering feeling between them.
They shared that long, soft kiss before finally slowing to a full stop.
All the sharp, desperate tension melted away, leaving only warm, heavy relaxation in its place.
Yeonho stayed right where he was, still seated on Gyeongjae's lap and fully connected, until his breathing finally steadied.
When he spoke, his voice came out soft and raspy from all his earlier cries.
"I'm all sticky… I'll go take a shower. You can join me, or go wash up on your own — just leave after. The drug's probably starting to wear off by now."
He spoke calmly, his hands resting lightly on Gyeongjae's shoulders.
But Gyeongjae said nothing at all. He just kept gazing up at him, dark eyes burning bright, as if he was still completely lost in the feeling of having Yeonho this close.
"Hey? You still there? Say something, damn it." Yeonho called out, a little amused and growing impatient now.
Still, not a single sound left Gyeongjae's lips.
Finding it odd, Yeonho rolled his eyes. He was tired, sore, and all he wanted now was to get clean and rest.
"…Fine, I'm just going anyway."
He shifted to push himself upright, ready to stand. But Gyeongjae wouldn't let him go.
His grip tightened firmly around Yeonho's waist, holding him right in place. Yeonho met his gaze, still burning with that same heated, unwavering intensity.
"What now?" Yeonho asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Pretty…" Gyeongjae mumbled, voice low and rough. He lifted one hand to brush Yeonho's long soft blond hair back from his flushed face.
Yeonho fell quiet, studying the dazed, hungry look in his eyes.
'Is he still out of it from the drug? Or he just like this?'
It could easily be either, Yeonho thought. Deciding he was probably just being delirious, he sighed and fell back into his usual teasing tone.
"I know I'm pretty, alright? Now let go so I can finally take that shower…"
He tried to push himself up again, but Gyeongjae simply pulled him straight back down, settling him fully back onto his length.
Yeonho gasped when he felt Gyeongjae was still hard and thick inside him. He blinked in surprise, then let out a bright, naughty giggle.
"You're hard again? Hahaha."
"One round was never going to be enough. You said you'd help me get relief — so don't even think of moving. Stay right here."
Gyeongjae ran his palm slowly down Yeonho's back, then shifted carefully to lift him off his lap and lay him flat against the soft mattress — never pulling out for even a second, keeping himself buried deep inside Yeonho all the while.