BIA Ch. 94

｢Anyway, where are you now?｣

Chester asked, feigning ignorance. Even though he’d been watching everything through the GPS tracking app.

“Taten Building.”

｢Why there?｣

“Because the church didn’t seem like it would work out.”

When Isaiah explained he ended up here while looking for another suitable place, Chester dragged out his words unnecessarily, saying, ｢Taten Building…｣

｢If it’s around there, I guess that’s the only place. So, does it seem okay?｣

“I’m on the 22nd floor for now, and it’s not bad.”

｢The 22nd floor? Isn’t that almost the top? Was there an empty office there?｣

“It’s not an office, it’s lodging. Found it on the Airbnb app.”

Isaiah said, just as Bran had told him.

｢I see. Where will you put the bench rest? Living room? Bedroom?｣

“Living room.”

｢Do you not need a separate shooting bunker?｣

“Don’t need to make one.”

｢What about curtains? You asked for blackout curtains in Lombard before.｣

“Oh…”

Isaiah muttered unconsciously.

Lombard referred to the area around the Lombard Club that Chester managed. It was also the place where Isaiah had dealt with members of the Martino family. Finding a sniping spot was very easy in that area, as it was overflowing with cheap hotels.

The only problem was Chester. Despite Isaiah having told him in advance, that idiot had completely forgotten about the blackout curtains until the day of. He even did it both times. Fortunately, the first hotel had a window the size of a palm, and although the curtains were thin, their dark color allowed the job to be done without much trouble. But the second hotel was impossible. The window was large, and the blinds were completely broken. Thanks to that, Manny had to climb onto a chair with a dirty blanket and struggle desperately to cover the window.

But this time, although it was just talk, Chester had brought up the blackout curtains first. It wasn’t actually surprising–rather, one should be more surprised about him forgetting twice before–but since it was Chester, Isaiah couldn’t help but feel impressed despite himself.

“Yeah, it’s about time you knew this much. This is how you grow, Chester.”

｢What are you talking about.｣

Chester snapped back irritably. But a hint of subtle pleasure could be heard in his voice.

“Wait a moment.”

Isaiah touched the living room window curtains. The curtains, made of jacquard fabric, were thick but not blackout.

Should I just say it’s fine, since I’m not actually going to shoot from here anyway? It’s evening, and the apartment faces north, so this should be enough. Ah, or maybe not. Would it be better to change them to blackout curtains to avoid Chester’s suspicion?

It was while he was mulling things over and idly fiddling with the curtain with his fingertips.

“..…!”

Suddenly, arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and Isaiah almost cried out. He barely managed to swallow the sound and looked up, meeting his own eyes in the window’s reflection.

His reflection in the window was being embraced by Bran. Well, that was obvious, since there were only the two of them in this apartment.

But since when, no, more importantly, why so suddenly?

His mind became a jumbled mess in his confusion. Unable to do anything, he just stared at his reflection in the window, until Chester, seemingly losing patience, started urging him.

｢Hey, I asked if you need the curtains.｣

“Ah, th—”

As soon as he opened his mouth, a large hand gripped one side of his chest tightly. This time, Isaiah couldn’t hold back the sound.

“Ngh…!”

Sensing something strange, Chester immediately called out from the other side of the phone, ｢Isaiah?｣

｢What’s wrong? What’s with you.｣

“Ah, no. I hit my hand while closing the window.”

Isaiah hastily made an excuse. After turning off speaker mode, he deliberately opened and closed the window noisily, adding,

“The rain was blowing in.”

｢Ah.｣

Fortunately, Chester seemed to believe him readily. Just as Isaiah breathed an inward sigh of relief, Bran whispered in his other ear with an amused voice.

“You’re good at lying in times like these.”

The breath directly on his ear and the low voice sent a sudden shiver down his spine. Isaiah instinctively tried to pull his waist back and escape, but Bran’s arms tightened around him more strongly, forcing him to swallow a moan and tilt his head back. He struggled desperately in distress, but Bran showed no mercy. Rather, one arm pressed hard against his waist as if squeezing it, making Isaiah almost scream again.

“Kh, hmm…”

He managed to avert the crisis with a cough, but it was only a temporary measure. At this rate, he didn’t know when Chester might find out.

“Anyway, Chester.”

As soon as Isaiah switched the phone to his other hand, he swallowed his panting and spoke.

“The curtains, well, the ones here are thick, but I still think it would be better to change them to blackout curtains.”

｢Really?｣

“Yeah. We need to practice this distance beforehand, so… have them ready by Tuesday at the latest.”

He tried to speak as calmly as possible, but inevitably, his voice trembled slightly at the end. It was because Bran’s hand had suddenly slipped inside his t-shirt. He thought Bran would caress his chest like before, but the unexpected, hard pinch on his nipple almost made Isaiah drop his smartphone.

｢Got it.｣

Fortunately, Chester didn’t seem to notice.

｢Then Isaiah,｣

“Stop. Let’s talk about the rest when we meet.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Isaiah cut Chester off and arbitrarily pressed the end call button.

“Bran!”

Tossing the disconnected smartphone onto the rug on the floor, Isaiah shouted loudly.

“What the hell are you thinking…!”

“What are you thinking?”

Bran said, cutting Isaiah off.

“What?”

Isaiah was so flustered that he forgot to turn his head and ended up asking Bran’s reflection in the window.

“You must have known Chester was deliberately not hanging up.”

“Ugh…!”

The hand teasing his nipple grew rougher. It was less pinching and more like tearing; the violent handling inevitably forced a moan out of him.

“Knowing he was trying to cling on somehow, why didn’t you hang up? You usually cut him off just fine.”

“Bran, stop…”

“Do you enjoy walking a tightrope?”

The way he pressed on without giving Isaiah a chance to answer sounded almost like jealousy. Of course, that couldn’t be true.

“Then I just helped you enjoy it properly, so I don’t know what you’re complaining about.”

His nipple felt like it would tear off under the merciless touch. Who knows how much it had been handled; even the areola was swollen and hurt at the slightest touch. The miserable part was that it felt too good. Each hard pinch was painfully numbing, almost scream-inducing, yet every time, he could feel his erect cock leaking precum bit by bit. He tried squeezing his thighs together as much as possible, worried Bran might notice, but it was useless. Just as he thought his reflection in the window looked unnatural even to himself, sure enough, Bran slid his other hand between Isaiah’s thighs and whispered.

“Why hide this?”

Immediately, a brutish grip seized his groin. An intensely sharp pleasure shot up his spine and through his entire body. Isaiah screamed and bent forward.

“Hah, heok…”

As he gasped, gripping the window seat below the frame, the hand that had pushed between his thighs withdrew. And the next moment, his pants and underwear were pulled down together.

He expected Bran to grab his genitals again, but instead, hands spread his buttocks, making Isaiah cry out Bran’s name in surprise.

“Bran!”

Instead of answering, Bran inserted a finger into Isaiah’s anus.

“Bran, no! Don’t!”

Isaiah struggled violently. As if sensing his genuine reluctance, Bran immediately withdrew his finger and asked,

“What, don’t you like it?”

“Don’t put it in, I don’t… Hnngh!”

“While leaking like this?”

Bran whispered, gripping Isaiah’s re-erect penis.

“Hm? What is it you don’t like?”

Isaiah thought Bran might make him cum right then, but Bran only stroked his genitals gently a few times before gripping his buttocks again with his sticky hand. When he pushed his finger in again, perhaps thanks to the precum on his hand, or maybe because Isaiah’s body had already relaxed from that brief stroking, it slid in much more easily than before.

“Ugh, sob…”

A second finger immediately followed, and as if waiting for it, the mucous membrane tightened hard, and his lower abdomen clenched violently. At the same time, his cock gushed precum once more.

“Ha, hhp, hnngh…”

There wasn’t even time to feel self-loathing at how his body betrayed his words. His hole, already clenching around two fingers, greedily pulsed open and closed as if demanding more, and Bran readily pushed in a third finger. His hips trembled violently as the fingers carelessly stirred the still-tight insides. The man’s thick-knuckled fingers forcibly, randomly stretched the narrow passage before finally withdrawing all at once. Next, Bran’s reflection undoing his pants buckle appeared in the window.

“No, please.”

Don’t put it in, Bran. Enduring the churning in his stomach that was already squirming impatiently, Isaiah hurriedly tried to straighten up.

“Disease, I might have one. It’s been a long time since I was tested. Without a condom, you can’t— Ugh!”

Before he could finish speaking, Bran grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced him to bend over in front of the window again.

“If you’re worried about that, it seems you’ve been somewhat careful with your body after all.”

Bran said with a smirk. Pressing down on Isaiah’s back with one hand, he took out his own cock from his underwear with the other and muttered. Or maybe not, perhaps it’s the opposite?

“Are you worried because you’ve been too reckless with it?”

Isaiah was too tense to even answer. Bran’s cock wasn’t reflected in the window. It was hidden by Isaiah’s own half-bent body. But the heat pressing between his buttocks was enough to guess its size. Of course, he knew even without that. Somehow, he felt like he knew.

As he held his breath, gripping the window seat with both hands, his buttocks were soon spread apart. And then, just as expected—no, with even greater pressure—an immense heat pushed into his body.

“Hm? The worn-out Isaiah or the slightly less worn-out Isaiah, which is it?”

“Ah, uh, nghh…”

“Speak.”

He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t breathe properly, unable to form words. With every strained exhale, his insides were forcibly stretched open as the huge thing pushed its way relentlessly deeper into his body.

“Hahh, haa, ahh…”

Every time he remembered he was taking Bran’s cock—raw, without a condom—his stomach churned with joy. At the same time, a vague fear that he might unknowingly have a disease and could transmit it to Bran made his heart clench painfully.

“Bran, please…, stop.”

Isaiah pleaded earnestly, unaware that he was rocking his own hips.

“I’m already all the way in.”

Give up. Bran said, pushing firmly all the way in.