DL Episode 133

#133

Three days later. After finishing his physical training, the place Ha-gyeom headed to was not Dr. Cha’s infirmary but Baek Sa’s private room.

‘There isn’t anything left to treat, so if you’re going to guide him comfortably, wouldn’t his private room be better than here? He’s still unconscious, but there are unconscious states too. Being in a familiar space will help his recovery in many ways.’

At the morning check-up, Dr. Cha had suggested it first, and Ha-gyeom nodded without hesitation. The infirmary was quiet, but the doctor’s eyes followed him every time he entered, and it felt far too exposed for something as intimate as guiding.

Besides, ever since he returned from the second training, Ha-gyeom had always fallen asleep beside Baek Seung-woo. Staying in a place where Baek Seung-woo had lived would bring him a sense of stability too, so there was no reason to refuse.

When he finally reached the private room and pushed open the door, Ha-gyeom pressed a hand carefully against his pounding chest. At Dr. Cha’s request, Baek Seung-woo had already been moved and was lying on the bed.

Soaked in sweat from the training room, Ha-gyeom first checked Baek Seung-woo’s complexion and breathing, then hurried straight to the bathroom. Only after washing thoroughly and changing into clean clothes did he climb onto the bed beside him. Baek Seung-woo looked a bit thinner, but peaceful in sleep, and the rise and fall of his breathing was steady.

“Hyung. I’m here.”

Even though the words would not be heard, Ha-gyeom murmured them anyway and brushed Baek Seung-woo’s cheek with damp fingertips. Looking down at his tightly closed eyelids and his now-roughened lips made a sharp ache tighten in Ha-gyeom’s chest.

According to Dr. Cha, he was only in a deep sleep. But after all the nightmares Ha-gyeom had endured, he couldn’t fully trust the calm appearance on the surface.

“You’re not having bad dreams, right?”

Even if he was, Ha-gyeom hoped Baek Seung-woo wasn’t. The fact that Baek Seung-woo still showed no sign of waking made his mood sink endlessly, but Ha-gyeom resisted letting himself drown in it. He had to hold on to hope. A life without him was something he couldn’t even imagine.

He bent down, pressed a kiss to Baek Seung-woo’s firm jawline, then pulled back. Realizing he’d done such a thing alone made his ears warm with embarrassment. Even though he was already doing far more. He guided him every day, after all.

After rubbing the back of his neck for no reason, he turned off the light someone had left on. It was fully night outside, so the view beyond the wide window was dark. But the moon was bright, casting a soft white glow into the room. Ha-gyeom took off the T-shirt and pants he had been wearing out of obligation and slipped under the blanket covering Baek Seung-woo.

He unbuckled his pants and took out Baek Seung-woo’s not-yet-hardened sex. It was large enough that even taking half of it was difficult, so he could only suck the tip with his lips and lifted his tongue to lick up along the shaft.

Then, driven by faint curiosity and desire, he pushed in deeper until his nose was buried in the pubic hair. The sensation of his throat stretching open was so vivid it sent chills down his spine. He kept gagging as his breath caught, and his face flushed as if it would burst, yet despite the discomfort, his own penis was growing harder and harder.

Ha-gyeom stroked his own penis quickly while carefully pleasuring Baek Seung-woo’s as well. Before he knew it, he laid the fully erect penis flat against his stomach and climbed on top. When the unbearably hard length pressed against the area beneath his perineum, the precum gathered at the tip of his own penis dripped down in a long trail. There was so much of it he almost wondered if it was semen.

“…….”

He knew better than anyone what kind of pleasure he would feel if he pushed the hard penis into his hole and moved his hips. But for some reason, Ha-gyeom couldn’t bring himself to do that tonight. The fact that Baek Seung-woo was still recovering, and the sense of responsibility to take care of him, drew a sudden line between his reason and his desire. Someone injured had to be handled gently.

So he only rubbed the penis pressed beneath his perineum back and forth, focusing instead on pressing his lips diligently to Baek Seung-woo’s forehead, eyes, nose, jaw, cheeks, long neck, firm shoulders, and chest. He didn’t dare leave a kiss mark, nor did he move his hips carelessly.

Baek Seung-woo hadn’t climaxed, but his cock was slick, glistening wet. So wet that every thrust came with a lewd, squelching sound. Even without rough movements, it was always enough to bring Ha-gyeom to the edge.

“Haa, ha…”

Even as he carefully guided Baek Seung-woo, Ha-gyeom never failed to release deep into his throat. Overwhelmed by how quickly his release came, almost embarrassingly so, he threw the blanket aside and crawled higher on his knees. Straddling Baek Seung-woo’s face, Ha-gyeom parted those lips with eyes flushed and heavy.

“Hnng…”

Without noticing how his dry lips were cracking, Ha-gyeom hastily grabbed his cock and pushed it in. He didn’t need to be rough, his tip easily reached the back of the throat. When he pressed in a bit deeper, he felt a tightness wrap around the head, like it was being caught in a narrow passage.

Ha-gyeom’s chest rose and fell in sharp, erratic movements. He gripped the headboard tightly, his breath a mix of moans and shallow gasps.

“Haa…!”

He tried to hold back, not wanting to hurt him, but it was no use. His release poured out helplessly. His slit twitched, spurting out thin, watery cum in pulses. Ha-gyeom clenched so hard it felt like his fingers might snap, barely restraining the urge to thrust in as deep and hard as he wanted.

“Ah… ngh…”

He managed to fill Baek Seung-woo’s throat with cum, but he couldn’t pull out right away. That mouth… so hot, so wet—made it impossible to leave. It was only after a long moment that Ha-gyeom finally gripped his shaft and slipped free from that tight heat. He rubbed his tip against those lips, barely holding back. The overwhelming pleasure that had surged through him still refused to fade.

He could feel Baek Seung-woo’s stable energy pulsing beneath him. Just as he’d sensed before, there was no concerning change in its quality or amount. Everything seemed optimal. So then… why wasn’t he waking up?

He’d fulfilled his duty as a guide, but the thirst still gnawed at him, and holding back was torture. Even so, Ha-gyeom gently wiped the cumflecked lips with a finger, placed a soft kiss on them, and ended the guiding.

Sliding off his body, Ha-gyeom grabbed a towel from the bedside and carefully cleaned Baek Seung-woo’s shaft and stomach. He lay down beside him, leaving the buckle undone, and slowly ran his hand over the other man’s collarbones, chest, and abs, pressing in close, letting as much of their bodies touch as possible.

That unusually soft scent and the firm lines under his fingertips stirred his lust again. Blood pulsed sharply to his cock, but Ha-gyeom only buried his face in the crook of Baek Seung-woo’s neck and clung to him desperately.

“Hyung… Please wake up.”

How many times had he whispered those words? How many days had it been?

As his sweat cooled and his racing breath slowed, a terrible silence settled over the room. There was no one watching, yet Ha-gyeom bit down hard, struggling against the heat burning behind his eyelids.

* * *

Before even opening his eyes, the sensation flooding in felt unfamiliar. Was it because he had suffered through tangled memories and terrible nightmares the night before?

His consciousness had returned, but Ha-gyeom couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes easily. He breathed in and out in quick, shallow breaths, unable to grasp what the heat spreading across different parts of his body even was.

“…….”

Sunlight, maybe. Baek Sa’s private room had large windows, so it made sense. Since Ha-gyeom hadn’t slept properly under the sheets, he figured there was no reason to resist even if sunlight brushed over his bare skin.

But then came a soft smacking sound, and a damp touch at the back of his neck, something entirely different from sunlight. Ha-gyeom forced his heavy eyelids open and looked up at the one blocking the brightness spilling in.

A deep shadow.

“……!”

Because of the backlight, he didn’t immediately recognize who was standing in his field of vision. But this warm sensation…

It couldn’t be real.

Baek Seung-woo, awake at some unknown point—was staring at him.

“…Hyung!”

His voice came out rough and unsteady. Eyes swollen like a rabbit’s, Ha-gyeom jerked upright and threw his arms around Baek Seung-woo’s neck. Baek Seung-woo easily caught him as he all but collapsed into his arms, practically tackling him in his relief.

“Hyung, hyung…”

His heart felt as if it would burst from beating so violently. Had he convinced himself he still had hope only to actually be despairing? At this unexpected morning, Ha-gyeom’s eyes reddened, yet he couldn’t cry. He was too shocked and too relieved in equal measure to fully process what was happening.

“Ha-gyeom.”

Baek Seung-woo called his name just like he always did. Ha-gyeom pulled back from his embrace and met his tired eyes. The atmosphere felt subdued, but both instinct and sight told him Baek Seung-woo did not look confused.

“Are you alright?”

More than anything, Ha-gyeom feared for his consciousness. He was anxious that Baek Seung-woo might go through the same thing he had.

“You didn’t have bad dreams? Nothing strange happened?”

When Ha-gyeom even shook his shoulder, pressing him for an answer, Baek Seung-woo whispered softly.

“I’m alright. No real issues. It’s just…”

“…….”

“The first thing I saw when I woke up was you, sleeping like a child beside me. And I’m glad for that.”

Ha-gyeom blinked repeatedly, moisture pooling in his eyes, and nodded. A warm hand landed on him a moment later. Baek Seung-woo’s gaze, which had been gently sweeping over Ha-gyeom’s hair that had dried overnight, slowly dropped, one beat at a time, until Ha-gyeom finally lowered his own eyes.

“Ah…”

Only then did he see his completely bare body.

It seemed the reason Baek Seung-woo’s ears were flushed wasn’t just because of the sunlight.