HDCLSSRS Ch 106(NSFW)

Chapter 106 So It Turned Out That Way (5)(NSFW)

Seong Muyeon quickly released in Baek Ryeoil’s hand.

“Haa… haa…”

His long lashes trembled faintly.

“Go to sleep now. It’s late.”

As Muyeon went limp, Baek’s reason returned somewhat. Given that he hadn’t even sorted out his own feelings yet—and with the other man drunk—this was already enough.

But Muyeon didn’t pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Baek’s neck and clung to him.

“No…”

“Good grief… is this your drinking habit? From now on, you’re banned from touching alcohol.”

Baek grumbled as he tried to push away Muyeon’s stream of light kisses.

Then, with weak resistance, Muyeon suddenly grabbed hold of Baek’s still-hard member, which had yet to release.

“You haven’t gone yet, Dojang.”

“Forget it. If I leave it alone, it’ll go down.”

“Really? You used to take any chance to put it in, but now you’re acting strange. Is there any need to be so reserved?”

Muyeon applied pressure with his hand, stroking it up and down. Baek inhaled sharply.

“Do you know this? Yakseon Dae-in says we were born with the same energy patterns. Is that why we’re such a perfect match in bed?”

He chuckled idly. Seeing him say something he would never utter sober—so casually, with such a normal expression—Baek couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.

“This is all your fault, Dojang. You’ve ruined me—I can’t be satisfied anymore. It’s still not enough…”

Muyeon muttered discontentedly as his other hand reached behind himself.

“It’s hot and itchy back here… I can’t stand it.”

“…What?”

With a faint shiver, Muyeon lowered his head.

Thump. Thump.

Baek felt his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The sight before him was breathtaking.

Muyeon was fingering himself.

His shoulders trembled, his nipples stood stiff, and clear liquid beaded at the tip of his length—now pressed to his belly. Between his parted thighs, Baek could just glimpse the fingers slipping inside.

“Ah…”

Even the small, escaping breaths added to the scene.

At some point his trousers had slid down to his knees. One hand stroked Baek’s shaft; the other lazily teased his own rear cleft.

Loosening himself just enough, Muyeon hurriedly aligned Baek’s tip with his entrance and began to press down.

“Hhhng…”

Naturally, it didn’t go in easily. After several days of no activity between them, his tight entrance had closed up again. Frowning in discomfort, Muyeon threw back his head. His pale nape was laid bare, the robe slipping down one shoulder.

At that moment, Baek’s patience snapped.

“Want me to help?”

He gripped Muyeon’s waist and pushed him down.

“Hhht!”

As he pushed into the narrow ring, the tight squeeze made Baek’s nose wrinkle; he had to grit his teeth to hold back the surging urge to climax.

“Haa… haa!”

Unlike his bold initial move, Muyeon now trembled in the thighs and collapsed against his chest. For a while, the two could do nothing but breathe heavily, engulfed in fierce desire.

“This is what you wanted?”

Drunk, Muyeon was disarmingly honest. He nodded slightly, making a contented sound from deep in his throat as if he had finally gotten what he wanted.

When Baek wrapped an arm around his waist and began lifting into him, Muyeon responded actively—looping his arms over Baek’s shoulders, closing his eyes, losing himself in the sensation.

“Deeper… push it deeper…”

“Deeper?”

Muyeon nodded, peppering his lips with pleading kisses.

Then he should get exactly what he asked for.

Baek laid him on the bed and drove into him with strong, slapping thrusts. Every time he speared inward, a jolt thrilled up the back of his head. Muyeon clung to his shoulders, bouncing roughly up and down.

“Ah, ahh…! Yes, just like that… ahh!”

“So you missed me… haa… that much?”

“Mmh… hhhng!”

Muyeon’s inner walls welcomed him eagerly, clinging as if reluctant to let him out each time he withdrew. Like drawing nectar, Baek captured his lips.

He covered the man completely, holding his sweat-damp hair in one hand, pressing their bodies flush. Each upward snap of Baek’s hips made the precum-slicked shaft trapped between them squelch obscenely.

They climaxed together—Muyeon spilling over his own dry belly, Baek pouring deep inside him.

“Seong Muyeon… you don’t dislike me, do you?”

“Haa… haa…”

Muyeon’s unfocused eyes wandered, still dazed from the high. It was as if he hadn’t heard the words.

“Could you change for me? Cast off your family and your name, and be reborn? If you would… then…”

Baek pressed a deep kiss to his half-closed eyelids.

Their joined place was slick with milky fluid. Without pulling out, Baek slowly rubbed inside, savoring the afterglow.

“I… want you…”

His shaft, still buried, began to swell again—already a weapon-worthy length even after release.

“Hhhng…?”

Muyeon moaned softly. The light, shallow movements of afterplay began reaching deeper and deeper.

“D–Dojang…”

Having already climaxed twice, Muyeon’s voice was weak. Baek knew that look well—he always wore it when he was on the verge of passing out. This was no exception.

“You started this.”

Baek whispered low, licking up his ear, and at the same time, from nearly pulling out, he pressed in slowly but deeply.

“Uhhng…?”

Like a ruffian who didn’t know when to quit, his thrusts went ever deeper, the lubricated channel smoothly accepting him.

Usually, at this depth, Baek’s progress met a barrier. He would take that as the end and not push farther. But tonight, Muyeon’s heat and sweetness made him ignore it—he pressed down firmly.

“Mmh… you’re too deep… ahh.”

Muyeon gave a small sob.

Schlck.

“No… don’t…”

He shook his head and glanced down at his own belly, as though worried Baek might pierce through it.

“Just a bit more, hm?”

Though Muyeon was the one who had been drinking, Baek was the one acting intoxicated—soothing him with sweet tones. Muyeon’s eyes flickered in confusion, lips parting.

“T-Then… kiss me…”

Baek grinned and claimed his lips. Red tongues curled together. Muyeon kissed him with the fervor of licking a sweet candy, and while he did, Baek pushed deeper still.

The barrier gave way little by little, until his thick tip breached into uncharted territory—Muyeon’s eyes went wide.

“The inside of you… haa… so tight…”

“Ah… ahh…!”

Muyeon broke the kiss, head thrown back, and in that instant, a spine-searing bliss detonated through Baek’s body.

It was ecstasy.

Muyeon trembled all over, untouched elsewhere, yet spilling white droplets from his tip.

His head arched back, pale throat laid bare.

Unable to hold back, Baek began slamming into him blindly. The fierce pace made Muyeon’s body rock.

“Ahh, ahhh…! B–Baek Dojang…! Ahh…!”

“Haa… I’m gonna…”

“Aah…!”

Muyeon’s whole body went rigid, his inner walls clamping tight in waves, his voice catching in his throat. Overwhelmed, Baek released inside him yet again.

They stayed there for a moment, arms around each other, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat.

Baek looked at the man lying in the crook of his arm. As Muyeon’s breathing calmed, he met his gaze—so close their lashes brushed.

Muyeon blinked slowly, brushing his lashes against Baek’s.

Whenever they joined, the fierce pleasure usually wiped out Baek’s reason and thought—but this time, it shook his soul. Muyeon’s reaching hand had drawn out something Baek had kept hidden deep inside, upending him inside and out.

Baek pressed his lips firmly to Muyeon’s moist mouth. There was no tongue; it wasn’t a kiss for lovemaking—it was born solely of the desire to swallow every breath Muyeon exhaled.

His feelings for Seong Muyeon had grown without him realizing, until they were now beyond his ability to contain.

As he pulled back, Muyeon looked at him with eyes half-misted, the alcohol seeming to pull him under now that his climaxed tension was fading.

“Dojang…”

Breathing his name in a sigh, Muyeon closed his eyes.

Baek pressed kisses to his eyelids, down his cheeks, over the bridge of his nose, and back to his lips.

Sometime during this, the man in his arms drifted into peaceful sleep, body slack.

Baek drew him close against his chest and thought,

If I can’t change him, then I’ll just shelter him myself.

Make himself as vast as a mountain—enough to cover another completely—and hide him away in his shadow so that no one could peer at him. So that no one would dare touch the shame of him being the Demonic Cult Leader’s son.

Baek had faith in himself.

If he strayed, Baek would simply lead him back to the right path.

Yes… that will do.