BIA Ch. 58

“Ah, is that the real you?”

Seeing Isaiah finally reveal his true feelings, Bran laughed out loud for the first time.

“I’m not kidding. Why else would I have taken Motrin?”

You said we would finish after I took the medicine. The more he talked, the more wronged and angry he felt. Isaiah pushed Bran away with both hands, expressing his frustration.

“Okay, fine. You took the medicine, so we should finish.”

Bran chuckled, grabbing Isaiah’s hand and kissing the back of it.

“Exactly! Ugh, why are you making me say these things?”

“Right? It’s not like you’re some inexperienced nineteen-year-old. Your manners were terrible.”

Right? Bran whispered into Isaiah’s ear, embracing his waist. Isaiah tried to push him away once more, but Bran was faster. He grabbed Isaiah’s shoulders, turned him to face him, and kissed him.

It was a completely different kiss from the one by the window, very soft and gentle. Unlike before when he had pushed his tongue in like he was going to devour him, this time he didn’t entangle their tongues, just lightly bit and sucked his lips. Yet, perhaps because their lower bodies were pressed together, it was much more arousing than before.

“Hah, uhm……”

Blood rushed to several parts of his body, including his limbs, making it hard to endure even the slightest stimulation. A groan escaped him from just a light nip on his lip. Bran, thinking it was because it hurt, pulled back and asked.

“Did it hurt?”

“Uhm… no…”

Isaiah answered, half-dazed. Bran smiled at Isaiah, then gently stroked his swollen lips with his thumb and whispered.

“Chester didn’t kiss you, did he?”

“Today? He didn’t…”

When Isaiah confirmed that it really did end with just a finger, Bran chuckled through his nose.

“He must have been pretty turned on by you wearing mourning clothes.”

“…You say things like that too?”

Isaiah’s eyes widened a little in surprise. Bran burst into hearty laughter this time.

“Why? What’s wrong with saying ‘turned on’?”

“It’s not that there’s anything wrong with it… It’s just, it doesn’t suit you.”

“Really? Why?”

Bran slipped a hand inside Isaiah’s gown. He caressed his chest with his large hand, continuing to speak.

“But if I just say ‘attractive,’ the s3xual nuance isn’t properly conveyed. And ‘tantalizing’ is somehow lacking.”

“I guess so, but…”

Bran’s fingers brushed against his nipple. Isaiah paused his breath for a moment before continuing.

“Anyway… ‘Turned on’ is something Chester would say. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Too vulgar?”

“Yeah, that too… Ah, Bran.”

This time, he couldn’t hold back the sound. Bran chuckled as he pinched the instantly hardened nipple between two fingers, kneading it hard with his fingertips.

“You would faint if you knew what I was thinking about in the chapel today.”

“Wh-what are you saying…”

“Chester is nothing to compare to. You could even make him sound like an innocent fool.”

He pinched it hard, then stroked it gently, then pressed it hard again, then caressed it tenderly. The relentless touch made not just his n!pple but also his areola swell, the skin feeling sensitive even just from being exposed to the air. Just as Isaiah was about to touch the other br3ast, which was now completely exposed, Bran grabbed his hand firmly and said.

“Huh? Do you want me to tell you what I thought the moment I saw you dressed like that?”

“…That I looked like a widow?”

Isaiah said in an unsure tone. Bran smiled at Isaiah, then released his wrist. He let his hand fall and untied the string of Isaiah’s gown at his waist, whispering lowly.

“That I want to r*pe you right then.”

“Hah…”

Isaiah didn’t know whether to be more surprised by the gown falling open or Bran’s words. But it seemed he was more surprised by what he could see. He covered his er3ct member with his hand, asking Bran in a small voice.

“Really…?”

“Yeah. So don’t wear that dress shirt anymore.”

Bran moved Isaiah’s hand away from his gr0in, kissing his ear, neck, and shoulder in succession. Each time Bran’s wet lips touched his skin, Isaiah’s body trembled with a whimper. He tried to suppress the urge to cover his now much larger erection, which was touching his belly, and barely managed to ask.

“Hey, have you ever… you know…?”

Bran blinked, looking confused, then widened one eye, as if to say, ah.

“What, r*pe?”

“That…”

“No.”

Bran said, not giving Isaiah a chance to choose his words.

“There’s no reason to do it anyway.”

Well, that’s true. Isaiah immediately agreed. There would be plenty of women who would like Bran. There was no need to force someone who didn’t want to.

As soon as he thought that, Bran said.

“Besides, I’ve done enough bad things. There’s no need to add another evil deed.”

It was a reasonable thing to say, but the nuance was strange. It sounded like something someone who commits bad deeds out of necessity would say.

…Well, you could say a mafia member’s job is to be a villain. It’s not that different.

It was at that moment, while staring blankly at Bran’s gold eyes, which were too clear and transparent for a villain, that he said,

“Why, do you want me to r*pe you?”

It was a very low and sweet whisper, not matching the violent words. Isaiah shuddered at the breath falling on his ear and mumbled.

“No….”

“You don’t want to?”

“Yeah….”

I don’t want that. Isaiah whispered in a small voice.

Bran smiled as if he found Isaiah cute. And he said, stroking Isaiah’s cheek with one hand.

“Okay. I don’t want to do bad things to you either.”

As if to prove those words, Bran kissed him very softly this time. It was a tender and gentle kiss, as if to soothe his surprise. Isaiah realized for the first time that Bran’s lips were warm.

That was kind of amazing. So, as soon as their lips parted, he said to Bran as if he had been waiting for it.

“Hey, I think my fever has gone down a lot.”

“Why?”

“Your lips are hot… and your hands too.”

Bran laughed again. He sucked on Isaiah’s lips once, making a smacking sound, and then said,

“That’s because I drank alcohol.”

“Ah, is that so?”

It was a reason he hadn’t even considered. Bran put his forehead against Isaiah’s, who was confused, and said,

“It seems like your fever has gone down. You look better than before.”

“Ah, that’s right. I definitely feel better.”

Isaiah said confidently.

“Glad I made you take the medicine, right?”

In response to Bran’s words, Isaiah answered with a kiss mixed with laughter. Bran’s hand wrapped around his waist. It felt quite different from when he was hugged over his gown. The pleasure was amplified several times when his skin touched bare skin. Isaiah rubbed his excited lower body between Bran’s legs and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

“I want to rub against you….”

“Go ahead.”

“My clothes will get dirty.”

“I don’t care.”

“But it’s expensive clothes…”

“It’s just clothes, so what.”

Isaiah glared at Bran for a moment and said,

“You’re not gay, are you? You’ve never slept with a man, have you?”

Bran finally burst out laughing at the resentful tone.

“Why, do you want to rub against my d!ck? Should I take it out?”

“Ha…”

“Then you should have said it clearly from the beginning.”

Seeing that he wasn’t taking it off even while saying that, it seemed like he wasn’t ignorant from the start. He was pretending not to know to tease him.

“Don’t play innocent, tell me properly. What do you want?”

“Okay, g0ddammit. I want you to grab my d!ck and your d!ck and shake them together. I want you to c*m on my stomach, and I want to suck your d!ck as much as I want. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, you speak well.”

Bran, smiling, got up and took off his shirt right there. Isaiah was surprised at the bare body that was revealed in an instant. His body was better than he had vaguely imagined. The man’s body, which had always been covered in a high-end suit, allowing only a vague sense of volume, was, as expected, filled with solid muscles. His thick arms and firm pectoral muscles were like that, but his abs, which maintained a clear shape in any situation, proved that he had been working out for a very long time.

But what surprised Isaiah most was the tattoo on his left chest.

“You had a tattoo.”

“Ah, this.”

Bran looked down at his left chest. It was a nonchalant gaze, as if saying, Oh yeah, there was this.