Love Born of Pity Chapter 19

“You have to tell me, how would the director know?”

“Hold me, please hold me.”

Do Yeonjae smiled at the childish wheedling that started again just because he had shown a little affection. At the teary-eyed demand, clinging to his ankle as instructed, he bent down as if he had no choice.

“Honestly.”

The sharp atmosphere that had persisted until then subsided. It seemed like a signal that Kwon Jiho could let go of his ankle.

“Director…hic, Director…”

As if responding to the voice calling him so plaintively, drawing out each word, Do Yeonjae kissed Kwon Jiho’s cheek each time. When Do Yeonjae pressed down with his hips, his glans dug into the tightly clenched opening. Because he hadn’t taken the time to prepare him, the inner walls squeezed tightly even though only the tip had been inserted. Kwon Jiho instinctively tensed at the pain that felt like it would split him apart.

“It hurts…huh, it hurts. Ah…huh…!”

“It won’t hurt if you relax.”

“Ca-can’t…”

“Watch your tone, Kwon Jiho.”

At the teasing reprimand, Kwon Jiho bit his lip. The plump, reddened flesh rolled in and out of his mouth, then released again with a whimper as Do Yeonjae thrust his hips.

“Director…it hurts. Hic…”

“Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Are you trying to avoid this?”

Kwon Jiho squeezed his lower body tight, startled by the chilling look that replaced the playful expression. Usually, Do Yeonjae would have soothed and appeased Kwon Jiho’s complaints about the initial penetration being particularly difficult. Today’s unfamiliar attitude made Kwon Jiho’s face crumple.

“That’s, that’s not…it’s not… Huuh, why…today…”

Kwon Jiho anxiously watched Do Yeonjae, then blinked as if resigned, and closed his mouth tightly. What mistake had he made? What had displeased him? Recalling his day, Kwon Jiho whimpered softly.

“…I-it’s hard. Director…hic, why, why are you doing this? Can you tell me…ah, no?”

He had finally mustered the courage to ask after much thought, but instead of answering, Do Yeonjae moved his hips slowly. The tautly stretched folds laboriously accommodated his penis. Enduring the still overwhelming pain, Kwon Jiho moaned. His tearful eyes looked up at Do Yeonjae, then turned away, avoiding his gaze.

Do Yeonjae kissed Kwon Jiho, swallowing his lips as he panted and flushed. He roughly plundered the hot interior of his mouth, coating it thickly with pheromones and, as if that wasn’t enough, showering him with a pheromone bath. He repeated this for a long time, until the pheromones, which a beta shouldn’t be able to feel, permeated Kwon Jiho’s skin, and only then did he wipe Kwon Jiho’s tear-soaked cheeks.

“Director…”

The slower than usual penetration continued. At the sound of Kwon Jiho’s voice calling his name as naturally as breathing, Do Yeonjae graciously met his eyes.

“Does it still hurt?”

“…N-no, it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t…hurt anymore.”

Although it was obvious he was in pain, Kwon Jiho denied it. At the repeated murmurs of “It’s good, it’s good,” Do Yeonjae frowned and shifted his position. Leaning back against the headboard, he placed Kwon Jiho on top of him and urged him to move.

“Move slowly.”

“Huh, huuh…”

Kwon Jiho’s fingertips, placed on Do Yeonjae’s firm abdomen, occasionally grazed the skin, tickling him. His trembling legs straightened, and as he slowly lifted himself, his expression crumpled. The sight of him panting with his mouth open was, in a word, arousing. Do Yeonjae reached out, and Kwon Jiho, resting his wet cheek against his palm, began to slowly move up and down.

“Nnngh…huuh…”

“Sit down a little more.”

At those words, Kwon Jiho lowered himself fully from his shallow perch. Coarse pubic hair brushed against his perineum. He wrapped a hand around his lower abdomen as if his stomach hurt from the vertically embedded penis, and nuzzled his forehead against Do Yeonjae’s neck. Do Yeonjae grasped his slender waist, as if helping the swaying motion.

Kwon Jiho shuddered at the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh. His insides, abused for days, ached, but he couldn’t bring himself to complain about the pain anymore.

“Hnn…ng…”

Do Yeonjae felt Kwon Jiho’s rising body temperature and occasionally checked his flushed face. The inside, burying his penis, was hot, almost as if he had cried too much.

“Kwon Jiho.”

“Yes…yes.”

Kwon Jiho answered without stopping his rocking, thinking he was being told to move faster, and increased his pace. A faint pleasure followed the tingling pain. Do Yeonjae, stroking his arched back, grasped his small face and pulled it towards him, their foreheads touching.

It’s hot. At the murmured words, Kwon Jiho replied,

“It doesn’t hurt.”

His watery eyes turned towards Do Yeonjae. The look in his eyes, checking if his mood had improved, was pitiful.

“Can I…kiss you?”

At the cautious question whispered between pants, Do Yeonjae closed his eyes. Kwon Jiho reached out towards the face he could only look down at at times like this. He cupped the soft cheeks and gently stroked under the eyes shadowed by long lashes.

Kwon Jiho, his gaze fixed on the pale lips, slowly lowered his head. As soon as they met, as if waiting, a tongue slipped between the parted lips and nudged the still flesh. He traced the even row of teeth and rubbed the palate, just as Do Yeonjae always did.

He moaned softly, moving his hips and pushing his tongue in. Do Yeonjae chuckled and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck. He tilted his head, deepening their connection, and sucked on the awkwardly circling tongue, nibbling it roughly. “Ah,” Kwon Jiho moaned as his tongue was cut by sharp teeth, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.

It was a big deal. Kwon Jiho’s blood was starting to taste sweet. Do Yeonjae’s arms wrapped around Kwon Jiho’s body as if to bind him, and he began to move his hips. Kwon Jiho was helplessly rocked, unable to move.

“Huuh, huh…Nnngh…!”

The name “Director” he tried to call scattered within Do Yeonjae’s mouth. Instead of thrusting, he moved his hips in a grinding motion, deepening their connection. Kwon Jiho, struggling against the increasingly deep penetration, scratched Do Yeonjae’s back with his blunt fingertips.

Scoffing at the painless scratches, Do Yeonjae pulled away, revealing a tear-streaked face.

“I’m going to knot you.”

Kwon Jiho shook his head at the low question of whether he disliked it.

“Knot me, please. Knot me, Director.”

Should he also say he wants a baby? Kwon Jiho, gauging Do Yeonjae’s reaction as he hugged him, relaxed his tense body.

“But, hic, it hurts…a little.”

“So you don’t want it?”

“…No, no. I don’t dislike it. I like it…I like it.”

Kwon Jiho grew anxious. His heart pounded at Do Yeonjae’s unusual behavior. Whether or not they shared feelings, Kwon Jiho still needed Do Yeonjae’s help, both before and after his brother woke up. Because they weren’t in a mutually loving relationship, his affection was useless and could be easily hidden, but the thought of being abandoned made him anxious.

Do Yeonjae, staring at the movement of his fingers, leaned down, and Kwon Jiho burrowed into his embrace. The violent thrusts sent pain radiating up and down from his navel. He wished it wasn’t so deep, but with his thighs spread wide, the penetration was deeper than usual.

It was the moment he exhaled deeply, telling himself to just endure it for a bit longer. The penis buried inside him swelled, as if it would burst through his abdomen.

“Does it hurt?”

“Hic…huuh, ah, gasp…”

Instead of answering the question, he blinked, clearing his vision. Kwon Jiho couldn’t breathe properly every time he was knotted. When his face turned bright red, Do Yeonjae pressed their lips together and breathed into him.

“Breathe, slowly.”

“Huuh…hic…hold, hold me.”

At the tearful request, Do Yeonjae shifted their position, bringing Kwon Jiho on top. As he pulled Kwon Jiho’s wet cheek towards him, Kwon Jiho leaned against him. He whimpered softly with every small movement, as if his stomach hurt.

Do Yeonjae’s hand slowly stroked down his sweat-drenched back. Kwon Jiho, trembling at the touch, moved his hand that was weakly gripping the sheets and tightly grasped Do Yeonjae’s fingers.

Such a small thing, overthinking everything. Do Yeonjae brought Kwon Jiho’s hand to his lips and kissed the tips of his slightly chubby fingers. In the softened atmosphere, Kwon Jiho blinked slowly. He didn’t think it would end soon, but since Do Yeonjae didn’t move after knotting unless it was during his rut, he could rest for a while, and he felt increasingly sleepy.

“Your fever seems to be rising again. We’ll stop by the hospital tomorrow.”

“…I will. I think it’s a fever.”

Kwon Jiho, fidgeting as if looking for a comfortable position, completely relaxed his body.

“Cold medicine, I’ll feel better soon…”

Kwon Jiho trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. His fingers, which had been tightly gripping Do Yeonjae’s hand, loosened their hold. Do Yeonjae adjusted Kwon Jiho’s slipping body and held him closer. He had been thinking he wanted to continue, but felt too sorry for him to do so.

“Is he losing weight?”

Do Yeonjae compared Kwon Jiho now to the first time he had seen him. He was so thin to begin with that there wasn’t much difference. He didn’t weigh much, even now, he wasn’t heavy even when on top of him.

When Do Yeonjae first saw Kwon Jiho, his cheeks were plump, making him look like a child. Now, there wasn’t an ounce of extra flesh anywhere on him, not just his face. Do Yeonjae looked genuinely perplexed as to why he was so thin despite being well-fed.