Struggle Chapter 143

At Lee Taerok’s rare display of childishness, Nanyoung reached out with trembling hands. He tried to take the glasses off and place them on the side table, but his arm wouldn’t reach. He tried turning his body to stretch, but the moment he turned, Lee Taerok slipped his hand in and pulled Nanyoung’s nipple. As the nub tightened and a sensation shot straight up his waist, Nanyoung ended up dropping the glasses. They fell onto the thick carpet that Taerok had laid down for Lee Nanyoung, who preferred sitting on the floor to the sofa.

There wasn’t even the sound of them falling. Even if there had been, it would have been drowned out. Lee Taerok was licking Nanyoung’s back while cupping his chest.

“The marks are still there.”

When Nanyoung had finally shaken off the cold, Taerok had melted and eaten him from the outside even then, without inserting. The more Lee Nanyoung’s sexual arousal heightened, the more he kept flinching his hips at the empty feeling inside. As Lee Taerok had taught him, Nanyoung had learned that climax was not ejaculation but what came after insertion. The early climaxes from when Lee Taerok had sucked him off and masturbated him had been insufficient.

Like dry brush, excitement spread quickly. Nanyoung began rubbing his waist against the sofa and making anxious sounds. Lee Taerok straightened up, took off his clothes, and dropped them on the floor. In the meantime, Nanyoung too whined and struggled as he took off his pants. Wearing a white turtleneck, Lee Nanyoung was as white and fragile as a snowflake. He was so thin—worryingly so, with bones seeming to show whenever he moved because he had lost weight again just from being that sick. Lee Taerok wanted to fatten Nanyoung up. And he wanted to swallow him in one bite.

“Lee Nanyoung. Are you that scared?”

Lee Taerok asked, spreading Nanyoung’s legs apart. Nanyoung pulled up the neck of his turtleneck to cover his face and gave no answer. His body, exposed beneath the knit, was covered in the marks Lee Taerok had left.

“What’s so scary.”

“…Ev-everything, all of it….”

“Then will you abandon me?”

At those words, Nanyoung pulled his clothes down and glared at Lee Taerok. His eyes were brimming with tears.

“When you don’t even have the courage to.”

Taerok lightly scoffed at Nanyoung, then stuck out his tongue and moistened his fingers. Nanyoung couldn’t tear his eyes away from the excessively obscene scene unfolding before him. Wasn’t he at an age vulnerable to stimulation?

“It’s cute how you wrack your brain, but don’t overthink it. If you get too terrified, this uncle who can’t help but love you ends up wanting to do bad things.”

“B-bad things?”

Feeling the touch groping the inside of his thigh, Nanyoung began to pant little by little. Lee Taerok pushed the back of Nanyoung’s knee and brought his knee to his own cheek. Nanyoung’s knee resembled its owner—round and round yet a little pointy. Lee Taerok turned his head and bit it.

“Ah…!”

Nanyoung’s waist flinched and jerked.

“You don’t want me to commit familicide on top of incest, do you, Lee Nanyoung.”

Leaning against Nanyoung’s kneecap, Taerok whispered sweetly.

He becomes most affectionate and sweetest when saying bad things. Nanyoung stiffened rigidly at that voice that made his whole body tremble. The captured knee looked so terribly fragile against Lee Taerok’s hand. It seemed like it would snap simply with one twist. He believed he would not do that, but he couldn’t be sure. Nanyoung slowly burst into tears. Taerok soothed him, saying it was a lie, that such a thing would never happen, that he was just being a bit spiteful, and began melting and eating Nanyoung up all over again.

And because that soothing voice was again so terribly affectionate and sweet, Nanyoung couldn’t stop crying.

He is most affectionate and sweet when saying bad things.

Isn’t a lie also a bad thing?

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He surely knows why he’s crying. Just as I know that he knows.

Instead of soothing him, Lee Taerok made Nanyoung slowly swallow him.

Still wearing his sweater, Nanyoung braced himself on Lee Taerok’s shoulders and climbed on top of him. Beneath his knees, the sofa sank down deeply and sprang back up, over and over.

“Hnn, nn. Haa.”

As the heat began to rise, Nanyoung’s face grew flushed. Lee Taerok tapped Nanyoung’s cheek with his lips. Even when he pecked at Nanyoung’s tightly shut eyes, Nanyoung stubbornly shook his head and wouldn’t open them.

“Are you going to abandon your uncle?”

Lee Taerok said something that stabbed right into Nanyoung’s core.

Nanyoung shut his eyes even tighter.

“Leaving me here, is Nanyoung going to go?”

It was a disgustingly weak sound. Because Lee Taerok is not someone who could ever become weak.

Nanyoung told himself he mustn’t be fooled by this. The reason that admonished himself and the instinct that strove not to swallow Lee Taerok’s thing any deeper as strength drained from his knees both worked busily. Even though it was an act they had done far more than just once or twice now, it was frightening every single time. He could count on one hand the times he had swallowed Lee Taerok’s thing down to the root. And each time, the next day, his insides felt as if they had completely melted. The way he would mindlessly scatter and shoot something that wasn’t semen, too.

“Nanyoung-ah. Even if you go, I’ll be waiting here.”

But in the end, Lee Taerok shook Nanyoung so completely that he shattered.

Nanyoung’s eyes flew open.

He looked at the man who couldn’t possibly be lonely, who seemed like he would never be lonely.

“…Liar.”

Whether it was because Nanyoung wanted to see him that way, Lee Taerok’s gaze was truly lonely.

Lee Nanyoung wanted to believe those words just as they were. But the voice saying them was far too sweet. It must be affectionate because it’s a lie.

“You’re good at lying, aren’t you?”

When he asked with tearful eyes, Lee Taerok quietly smiled.

And instead of answering, he pecked Nanyoung’s lips.

This time, Nanyoung parted his lips for him. A tongue entered and thoroughly rummaged through Nanyoung’s mouth. As if Lee Nanyoung had hidden the lies he wasn’t even good at inside his mouth rather than spitting them out. As if even that wasn’t enough, he grasped Nanyoung’s throat and slowly rubbed it. Pressing just until right before a cough burst out, then releasing. Breath grew short and Nanyoung found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His heart had already been spoken, and the only thing left was not to sink down too deeply on top of Lee Taerok. Yet it seemed he would fail at even that.

Lee Taerok pulled his lips away, pressed and swept Nanyoung’s plump lower lip with his thumb, and stared at him intently.

“Then why pretend to regret it.”

“…”

“What’s the point of being cautious now. As if you’d leave me behind.”

Those words sounded as if… as if even if you changed your mind, I wouldn’t. As if all the initiative in this relationship lay with Nanyoung. Had it? Lee Nanyoung couldn’t believe that he not only dared to hold and shake him but could even choose. When the other person was Lee Taerok.

“Even if you went back, you’d still want me anyway.”

Nanyoung bit down gently on his lip.

There wasn’t a single thing wrong in his words. Lee Nanyoung would covet Lee Taerok. He might have pined away and died, adoring him, craving him, wanting to possess him. So, in a sense, Lee Taerok is Nanyoung’s savior, and at the same time, his worst accomplice.

Now that everything has been found out, there’s no point in hiding anymore.

Nanyoung bit Lee Taerok’s lips. He was still clumsy at kissing. Lee Taerok could only roughly guess that he seemed clumsy at using his body.

He slipped his hand under the thick knit and stroked Nanyoung’s back. It was a thin body. The knobbly bones that protruded weren’t so much pitiable, but he thought that if he were thrust up into him while leaning against something like a wall, it might hurt. Apart from that, it was a straight back.

Nanyoung began to move his hips. Taerok’s patience too was gradually reaching its limit.

“Huh, huh?”

Nanyoung’s eyes suddenly flew open as his field of vision flipped completely. Lee Taerok had lifted him and laid him down on the sofa. Instead of the wall, he saw the ceiling, and Lee Taerok placed one leg on the floor while putting the other up on the sofa. Consequently, Nanyoung’s lower body was lifted a little. Nanyoung’s face turned bright red at the sight of their connected part right before his eyes.

Seeing that, Lee Taerok went, Hm, and then raised his body a little more, propping Nanyoung’s lower body upright. It felt like he was almost folded in half. On top of that, the angle of insertion became not a smooth entry but an angle that seemed to hammer down from above.

Nanyoung’s hand scratched at the sofa. A squeaking sound was made. Lee Taerok laughed softly and then drove his hips upward.

Unable to trust himself to look soberly at the sight of Lee Taerok’s penis moving back and forth before his eyes and his own penis shaking, Nanyoung turned his head away. Then, as if being spiteful, Lee Taerok thrust up even more fiercely.

“Uh, ugh… uh…!”

Nanyoung clutched the armrest of the sofa.

“You have the presence of mind to be embarrassed?”

“Uhh, nn, uht…!”