Struggle Chapter 81

What a strange night, then. Waking abruptly from a dream unusually vivid—one I seldom ever have—only to find a small fire had broken out where I was staying, and now, rain is falling.

So, did you come to save me, brother, or to kill me?

“Nngh….”

Taerok stared down at Nanyoung, who was biting his lip and covering his eyes with his arm. Outside, even the faint moonlight that had lingered was being devoured by sudden rain clouds, growing darker by the moment. Once even that was gone, only pitch-black darkness would remain.

Could one pretend that what happens unseen never happened at all?

“…”

Looking down at Nanyoung chewing his lip, Taerok almost said, Just because you cover your eyes like that doesn’t mean the man you’re lying with isn’t your uncle, or that you aren’t my nephew. But he held his tongue.

Instead, he reached out and pressed firmly on Nanyoung’s bitten lower lip. It was supple and, depending on his state, would turn rough and parched, then plump and glisteningly tempting in turns. It kept thrusting out.

Taerok moved his hand to cup Nanyoung’s cheek. He kept Nanyoung’s arm pinned gently over his eyes so he couldn’t push it away, then slowly tilted his head.

The tips of their noses touched.

“Haa….”

A breath of yearning slipped out. Who it belonged to, neither could tell. They simply turned their heads slightly from where their noses touched. Nanyoung naturally to the right, Taerok to the left—as if they had arranged it beforehand.

And then their lips locked together.

Your father came to find me.

Taerok bit and sucked at Nanyoung’s lips.

Whether your father came to despise me or condemn me, I don’t know, but thanks to that, I awoke from sleep alive and came to covet you again.

“Hngh, ah….”

With his free arm, Nanyoung wrapped around Taerok’s shoulder and then his neck. He pulled him closer instead of pushing him away. As if he were a lover reunited after long yearning, there was no hesitation there, and no sense of depravity.

And your father was my elder brother. I should have been glad to see him, as a younger brother should be, yet I swung a sword at him….

Taerok pulled Nanyoung’s trousers down.

Nanyoung’s legs parted. Taerok’s fingers, wet from sucking at Nanyoung’s lips, entered his slick mouth. Two tongues and one finger tangled together in the tight cave of his mouth. When they withdrew, the fingers were thoroughly soaked.

Those fingers pushed into Nanyoung below.

“Gh…!”

As Nanyoung flinched and his body tried to seize up, Taerok soothed it with a gentle caress. It was a gesture that had never been part of their acts before. As if he were handling a lover, Taerok planted light, pecking kisses so Nanyoung could breathe easier, and when he grew impatient, he slid his tongue back in to sweep and suck.

Perhaps because of that, Nanyoung’s body, too, was far more pliant than it had ever been. His thighs didn’t tense up; instead, they wrapped around Taerok’s body, and his entrance was soft, kneading and chewing on Taerok’s fingers.

Taerok imagined staying inside Nanyoung for so long that his fingerprints would swell. He wanted to stay that long.

“Enough….”

Nanyoung murmured. Perhaps it was because they couldn’t see each other, because it was a night where they had both agreed to pretend they were strangers. Nanyoung was reckless and bold.

Nanyoung’s hand seized his wrist and pulled. Not inward, but outward. He was unmistakably hurrying him. Taerok nearly made a taunting remark, but he shut his mouth. If he snapped at him again here as he had a moment ago, or said even a single word, it would violate their tacit agreement.

Instead, he took himself out. He gripped his thick, erect length and pressed it against the entrance that was painfully tight and had not been nearly loosened enough. As it happened, the entrance was just flaring open before clenching shut again, and the heated, ripe opening wrapped around Taerok’s tip.

It felt exactly like being sucked by tiny, feverish lips, and Taerok wanted to drive himself in with mindless, animal abandon, right from his vocal cords.

But tonight was a dreamlike night, and so there must be no waking from pain.

“J-just… just put it in already….”

Nanyoung, who had stopped treating him as his uncle or a Grand Prince, spoke to him bluntly. Even in the midst of all this, Taerok found Nanyoung’s lack of honorific language rather insolent, but that insolence, in turn, ignited a sexual desire to torment him.

I never thought I’d live to see the day I’d be treated like a male prostitute.

Taerok thought to himself soundlessly. That very humiliation fanned the flames of his peevish lust.

“Ah, aah….”

“…Hoo.”

“Ah, h-hot…!”

If not a male prostitute, then perhaps just a stud. Either way, it’s fine as long as they each fulfill their role. Taerok pushed his rigid erection inside Nanyoung, driving it deeper and deeper.

Only the entrance had loosened a little; inside, it was painfully tight. Taerok gathered saliva in his palm and spat. He rubbed it slickly over the part of his shaft that hadn’t yet managed to enter. It was nothing compared to oil, but it was better than nothing.

“Ungh, ah… ack….”

Nanyoung squirmed as if he wanted to retch. Besides the patter of raindrops outside, Taerok sensed another human presence. The window was very slightly ajar. He must have pulled the inner shutter closed but not latched it properly, just giving it a tug and leaving it. That, too, was typical of Nanyoung.

He glanced down briefly and saw Nanyoung’s lips gaping open and shut. His chest heaved, and the inner flesh of his spread thighs trembled violently. Taerok’s cock wasn’t even halfway inside yet.

He’s going to scream.

There was a thick, protruding spot just along the passage. By now, Taerok could picture Nanyoung’s insides clearly just from the sensation on his cock. His shaft would only truly begin to be swallowed, even a third of the way, once it passed that spot, and every time it did, Nanyoung would convulse. Unless he fainted, Nanyoung wouldn’t be able to hold back a moan at that point.

“My knees weren’t even aching, so why’s it suddenly raining….”

Judging by the grumbling voice, the person wasn’t very old. Which meant they might very well hear the sounds leaking from inside. Were they holding a lantern? A dim light flickered as they drew closer.

“Aigo, I’d better hurry inside. What kind of scatterbrain leaves their shears behind.”

A gardener, perhaps? Searching for shears in the dead of night. Taerok was holding his breath and waiting when suddenly, below, he was squeezed scorchingly tight.

“O-outside….”

Even without seeing him, it was all too easy to imagine how ashen Nanyoung’s face must have turned.

It seemed he hadn’t heard the earlier noise, but this time, he had. Taerok whispered again, Shh….

Nanyoung trembled uncontrollably. Had the door been left open? Only then did he remember Sim Eung nagging him repeatedly: ‘Your Highness the Grand Prince, I’ve told you to shut the windows tight when you sleep so the draft doesn’t get in.’ It must have happened again.

Desperately, he shook his head at the figure whose features he couldn’t even make out. Had the person even seen his state?

“Ah… ahh!”

Taerok looked at Nanyoung. And then, in defiance, he buried himself deep inside.

At the burst of moan, Nanyoung tried to cover his mouth. But Taerok was faster. He gathered both of Nanyoung’s hands above his head and pressed them down firmly with one hand.

“Wheeere are my shears.”

At the sing-song, drawling voice, Taerok’s eyes crinkled into folds. Just how lenient are you with your servants, that they’re so careless right across from their master’s bedchamber? He wanted to ask it right then, but that would have to wait until daybreak. For now, wasn’t he an intruder committing adultery with Nanyoung? He was merely pretending not to be his uncle, avoiding only the taboo of their relation. That, too, only in the darkness, in this deceiving night.

“N-no, you can’t….”

Now he used honorifics. Afraid that Nanyoung might actually push him away, Taerok lifted his hips in a light, sharp thrust.

“Hic!”

Nanyoung’s eyes flew wide, his buttocks clenching tight, his waist bucking.

“Hmm? What was that sound….”

The voice, now lowered to a mutter, reached Taerok’s ears. Taerok bent his head to Nanyoung, who was shaking his head desperately. The scent of soot lingered at Nanyoung’s nose; at Taerok’s, Nanyoung’s soft, freshly-woken scent.

“Hu-ick.”

Nanyoung, anticipating that Taerok wouldn’t stop, preemptively shed tears. Taerok covered Nanyoung’s mouth with a large hand. And almost at the exact same time, he slammed his hips, which he had drawn back slightly, forward hard.

“…!”

A moan might have leaked out. If his mouth hadn’t been blocked, it would have been a scream loud enough to tear his throat, so intense was the pleasure.

The depravity of their incestuous sin, the smugness of the deception, the secrecy of their clandestine affair—it all piled up in layers. Nanyoung felt as though sparks had ignited deep in his belly and his whole body would burst apart. His toes trembled violently, his eyes rolled back lightly. Shaking helplessly, Nanyoung reached a dry, fluidless climax.