Struggle Chapter 98

Taerok lowered his body slowly. Finding the right spot, he bowed his head and took Nanyoung’s member into his mouth.

“Hwaah!”

Caught off guard by something that happened before he could even stop it, Nanyoung opened his eyes wide. He grabbed Taerok’s hair. Unlike his own, it wasn’t tied into a topknot. Realizing he was pulling on the hair, Nanyoung tried to take his hand away. Driven by the stubbornness that he’d rather tear the bedding than let go of this place, Taerok grabbed Nanyoung’s wrist and forced him to hold his head.

“It feels good, so why stop.”

Pulling his lips away from Nanyoung’s cock for a moment, a long thread of saliva stretched from Taerok’s lips. Sweeping the side of his cheek with his tongue to spit out a pubic hair, Taerok let out a mean, unpleasant laugh. It was a sound that could hardly be called Taerok’s laughter at all.

Incensed, Nanyoung brought his knees together and wrapped them tightly around Taerok’s face. Knowing this was the extent of the rebellion he could manage, Taerok couldn’t help but burst out laughing. The sound continuing into a choked, stifled chuckle, huk-huk, startled Nanyoung. Had he ever seen him laugh out loud like this before? Decidedly, no.

“Mister.”

Dazed with shock, Nanyoung called out to Taerok.

“Why didn’t you turn off the lamps?”

“Is that so? I regretted it myself, too.”

Without even knowing why Nanyoung was saying such a thing, Taerok merely glanced toward the window and brushed back his somewhat disheveled hair. Then he took Nanyoung’s member back into his mouth.

The night is short. Once this night passes, Nanyoung will leave as an envoy. It’s not as if he is leaving forever or returning only after the year has changed, yet Taerok is anxious. It’s likely because there have been times in his life when he left others behind, but he has never been left behind himself. Even if there were such times, they hadn’t meant all that much to Taerok, but Lee Nanyoung is different. Lee Nanyoung is special. He is the first, last, and only one in his life.

“Hnngh!”

Nanyoung tossed his head back, repeatedly looking as though he might grab Taerok’s hair or let go. Because his member had rarely been touched, Nanyoung’s skin was tender and all the more sensitive. It was obvious it would be baked a bright red even without looking. Taerok gently nibbled away at the soft flesh at the very tip of Nanyoung’s cock.

“Haaa-at! Ah! Augh!”

The sensation was so immense that the thought of having to keep his voice down didn’t even cross his mind.

In truth, it didn’t really matter whether he kept it down or not. Taerok hadn’t just been drinking alone; he had also given alcohol to the servants and lower staff so they would sleep deeply. Because tonight, he wanted to plunge into thought entirely without anyone by his side.

“Hwaah, mm! Ugh!”

Nanyoung’s feet crumpled the bedding. Taerok pressed down on Nanyoung’s legs to keep him from grabbing his bobbing head. Once again, Taerok’s handprints were bound to form on those thighs.

“W-, wait a minute…! Ah! Un-, Mister! H-sook…!”

It seemed he was about to climax. Feeling the twitching, bobbing cock predict an orgasm, Taerok sucked in with his cheeks hollowed out. Opening his throat, he deeply took into his mouth Nanyoung’s slim, long, and quite splendid member—though one that had no use otherwise. When the tip reached all the way to the back of his throat and he pressed down firmly while enduring the discomfort, Nanyoung’s chin snapped back, and his seed spilled down into his throat.

“Mm…”

Taerok wasn’t entirely free of discomfort either, so he slightly furrowed his brow. And as if swallowing it all wasn’t enough, he sucked on it like a cleanup operation, making Nanyoung’s body tremble flutteringly.

“Is mine this fishy, too?”

Muttering to himself, Taerok raised his head and wiped his mouth. It didn’t taste fishy so much as it tasted like greenness—like an unripe ginkgo nut.

His throat felt quite raw. It might even be swollen. Unable to even ask Taerok if he was alright, Nanyoung was dyed with shame and turned his head away.

“Nanyoung is leaving tomorrow, aren’t you going to look at Mister?”

Taerok bit down on the top of Nanyoung’s foot to make him draw his knees up. Naturally, the space between his legs parted, exposing the entrance. Since it’s dark, I suppose this part isn’t embarrassing anymore. Finding it interesting, Taerok deeply took his index and middle fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. Then he brought his moistened fingers to Nanyoung’s entrance.

“Mm? Aren’t you going to look?”

“Ha… ugh…”

Nanyoung’s entrance, which had sharply drawn in a gasp of breath, clenched tightly. Before it could stiffen and harden, Taerok swiftly pushed his fingers in.

“Mm-ng, mm…”

“Just because I didn’t touch you for a little while, it tightens up right away… If you’re too narrow, the Mister’s cock that’s supposed to give our young master pleasure is going to get cut off.”

Laughing lowly, Taerok curved his fingers. Every time he tapped and nudged the inside, Nanyoung flinched and trembled. It was because Taerok was deliberately brushing only lightly near the spot where Nanyoung felt it. Energy began to flow back into Nanyoung’s member, which had just climaxed a little while ago.

“Don’t make Mister wait too long…”

For some reason, it was an uncharacteristically weak voice. Even while thinking that this was just his uncle trying to seduce him, Nanyoung let out a long breath and tried his best to relax the tension in his body.

Seizing that opening, Taerok busied himself teasing and loosening Nanyoung’s inside. By the time enough time had passed for his fingerprints to become wrinkled, all four fingers were inside. Nanyoung’s member was also leaking clear fluid much like precum. Water poured out continuously as if he couldn’t reach a climax and was broken instead.

“I, I… I feel like I’m going to pee…”

Nanyoung pleaded with a weeping voice.

“I, I think we have to stop.”

Knowing full well that it wasn’t pee, Taerok asked, “Shall we?” and pulled his fingers out. Then, in place of his fingers, he brought his cock up to the softly melted, loosened entrance.

Placing his elbows on either side of Nanyoung’s face, Taerok covered and pressed down on Nanyoung with his entire body, asking,

“Don’t you go thinking you can forget who I am just because it’s dark.”

He was likely talking about what happened previously. Nanyoung had been desperate in his own way, and Taerok knew the reason, but it was a night that had implicitly left scars on them both.

“Keep calling out to me. Understand?”

“…”

“Even if you pretend not to know, even if you were to lose your memories, it’s something that won’t change.”

“…”

“We are bound by the laws of nature, and we are each other’s sin, so if either one of us abandons the other, then—”

It seemed a desolate and terrifying warning—too dreadful to even dare keep on his tongue—was about to follow, so Nanyoung hurriedly wrapped his arms around Taerok’s neck. After blocking those lips with his own, he whispered.

“I won’t. I won’t do that anymore. I’m all prepared now…”

Taerok had rushed ahead and walked too fast, and Nanyoung had walked too late. It was only after circling around and around like that that they finally met.

With a wry, twisted smile, Taerok slowly pushed in his raised mass of flesh, which he had rested against Nanyoung’s entrance.

“Ha, ugh…”

No matter how much he had loosened him up, the pain must have remained, as Nanyoung scratched at Taerok’s neck and arched his upper body. Yet he still didn’t let go of his arms. With persistent movements—unsure whether it was to ease Nanyoung’s tension or to leave his own mark—Taerok continuously kissed him over and over.

“Nanyoung-ah, Lee Nanyoung…”

“Ha, ha-ugh… Uncle, my lord…”

Nanyoung, too, called out to Taerok without stopping so that he wouldn’t forget. Nanyoung’s flat lower belly heaved. Taerok drove his member inside Nanyoung very slowly and with immense tenacity. It felt as though he wished to fuse together just like this. It even felt like that might actually be possible.

“Phoo…”

Perhaps because it had been a while since they last did it, it went in a bit less than usual. However, he had no intention of stopping here today. Taerok moved his waist and pulled the flesh slightly out. Expecting Nanyoung to go further out and thrust shallowly, Nanyoung instead blinked his eyes in a daze when he pulled back only a little, unlike usual.

And immediately after, Taerok slammed it in—not too violently, but deeper than usual.

“Mm…!”

Startled, Nanyoung jerked violently. Taerok lowered his body and held Nanyoung tightly in a crushing embrace. Fixing him so he couldn’t budge an inch, he rapidly repeated the exact same motion as before: pulling out shallowly and striking heavily.

“Th-, th-there, ah-ugh, ah! W-, wait a minute, ah! My lord, this inside, ah…!”

Nanyoung hadn’t known there was such a blocked wall inside him. And he was terrified of Taerok repeatedly pounding against a wall that felt like it should never open. Above all, it felt as though it truly might open, and as that moment drew closer and closer, his mind grew hazy.

Nanyoung was in a state of confusion so profound that cold sweat drenched him from head to toe. He felt dizzy and short of breath. A terror akin to death and an equivalent pleasure swept over Nanyoung like a tidal wave.

“Ah, aaah… mm…”

A choked, breath-expiring sound, kuuk, escaped him as well. Much like that exact moment when his nose had bled the very first time they intertwined their bodies.

Nanyoung’s eyes rolled back lightly. It was the moment Taerok finally wedged his way deep inside. Unable to even let out a moan, Nanyoung’s trembling body was clutched tightly in Taerok’s grasp.

“H-, hwaah… kook…”

“Haa… Nanyoung-ah…”