IPSTDS Chapter 120

Chapter 120

After saying the words I love you, Nahyuk’s heart began to pound uncontrollably. His breath trembled as he exhaled, the kind of trembling that came only when emotions overflowed.

When he wasn’t sure if it was really love, everything had felt hazy and confusing. But the instant he admitted it aloud, a rush of feelings he had never quite known before came flooding in all at once.

Maybe, just maybe, he had loved Kangil for a long time already—ever since Kangil first opened his heart to him. Since that one afternoon they’d gone out together beneath the sunlight and spoken honestly about themselves. Perhaps the love had been there from that moment, unnoticed simply because love was invisible to the eye.

It was Kangil’s first time loving someone, too, and yet he had recognized it faster than Nahyuk had. How many thoughts, how much wrestling with himself must it have taken him to reach that certainty?

Nahyuk lifted a hand and gently cupped Kangil’s cheek. The man was still stunned by the sudden confession, his lips parted wordlessly.

But then, those lips curved into a slow, mesmerizing smile. Kangil caught Nahyuk’s hand against his cheek and held it firmly.

“…Hard to believe.”

“I can’t believe it myself. That I just blurted it out.” Nahyuk mirrored his smile.

“Say it one more time.”

The first time was hard, but the second was easy. Nahyuk let the words flow smoothly, with no hesitation.

“I love you.”

His heart beat even harder. Along with the strange sense of freedom came a dizzying unreality. Maybe it was because the broken shafts of morning sunlight filtering through the blinds made Kangil look impossibly handsome.

“I’m shaking so much right now.”

Kangil guided their joined hands to his chest. Sure enough, beneath Nahyuk’s palm was a strong, rapid thrum.

“I’m trembling just as much as you.”

“For someone trembling, you had a lot of courage confessing first thing in the morning.”

“I told you, didn’t I? That nightmare felt awful… but maybe it gave me the courage, too.”

“…Thank you.”

Kangil brushed a fleeting kiss against his lips. Nahyuk felt the slight tremor in his lower lip.

“Your lips shook.”

“…Because I was nervous.”

“So… are we really going to…?”

“I told you—I’ll do anything my beloved wants. How could I ever ignore what you ask for?”

He scooped Nahyuk up with ease and carried him back into the bedroom, laying him gently on the bed.

There was no more need for words. Kangil pulled his shirt over his head and bent down, capturing Nahyuk’s lips in a kiss.

This time, there was no trembling in their mouths. The kiss wasn’t so desperate it left them gasping, nor was it leisurely—it was somewhere in between, balanced and consuming.

Each time their lips broke apart for breath, Nahyuk’s body shivered with electric anticipation. He didn’t want to be separated from Kangil even for a moment. If he could, he would have stayed pressed to him forever.

The kiss alone had already left his whole body warm and pliant, as though it were foreplay enough. All Nahyuk could do was cling to Kangil’s solid shoulders like lifelines, a soft whimper caught in his throat.

By the time he realized it, his clothes were gone. Kangil’s warm hands teased his sensitive nipples, coaxing out reactions Nahyuk had never believed possible.

Could something so small really feel so good? He had barely thought it when his back arched sharply, pleasure stealing his breath. When Kangil grazed a nail lightly across him, an indescribable sensation swept through him—and his arousal pulsed, already dripping with clear fluid.

Kangil gave a quiet, amused laugh at his sensitive response.

Pulling his lips away, he spoke in a tone that sounded almost like a warning.

“If you fall asleep in the middle again, I’ll really be upset this time.”

“Not… today. Don’t worry, I—ahh!”

He never finished the words. Kangil’s hand had slipped lower, pressing and circling where Nahyuk was most vulnerable.

“And I won’t be going easy, either.”

His fingers slid inside with ease, the wet sounds filling the quiet air. Thanks to a few prior experiences, the foreignness wasn’t nearly as harsh as before.

Instead, every press of Kangil’s fingertips sent sparks shooting up Nahyuk’s spine, his thighs trembling, his toes curling tight.

“Are you scared?”

“Mm… ah… no. It’s just… strange.”

“As long as it’s not unpleasant.”

Nahyuk could only nod—words were already beyond him, and the real thing hadn’t even begun.

True to his word about not holding back, Kangil quickly added another finger, stretching him wider. The pressure was intense, the sting sharp at times—

But then—

“Haaahh!”

Kangil’s hand wrapped gently around Nahyuk’s straining length, stroking him up and down.

“Our pretty porcelain doll. I have to take good care of you.”

The sting was quickly drowned out by the direct, familiar pleasure of his touch.
Every nerve seemed to rush downward, making Nahyuk feel as if he would soon spill over.

But Kangil, catching the signs of his impending climax, let go.

“My love, you can’t finish alone. Let’s feel good together.”

His own heavy arousal twitched before Nahyuk’s eyes—thick, intimidating, so different from Nahyuk’s smooth, delicate one. Ready, more than ready, to push inside.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. Don’t be afraid.”

His soft whisper contrasted with the sheer threat of what he held. Kangil leaned down to capture Nahyuk’s lips again, all tenderness.

And then, kissing him deeply, he pressed his tip against the loosened entrance and began to push in.

“Mmmh…!”

The sound slipped past Nahyuk’s lips even while they were joined. The pressure was nothing like fingers—so much fuller, tighter, his breath caught in his chest.

“Breathe. It’s all right.”

Even as he soothed him, Kangil didn’t stop pressing forward.

“Haah… I think I’m the one losing control here.”

Even with just the head partway in, he looked undone—hair raked back, his face flushed with heat and desire.

“It’s all right.”

And with that reassurance, Kangil drove forward, no longer hesitating.

He didn’t slam recklessly, but he pushed with more force, and the thick head slid fully inside.

“…Ahh!”

After that, there was no stopping.
The blunt tip, the hard shaft—he filled Nahyuk completely, leaving no space untouched.

“Haah…”

Their hips pressed flush, the place they joined burned hot, almost scorching. Yet Nahyuk felt no urge to stop. Only the overwhelming awe of finally taking Kangil in completely.

To share his body with the one he loved—it was everything. How long had he dreamed of such a day?

Kangil lowered himself until their eyes met, close and unguarded.

“I love you. Truly.”

That strange, sudden confession pierced through Nahyuk’s chest. And before he could stop himself, words he had vowed never to reveal slipped out.

“Kangil… call me Nahyuk. Say you love me again.”

Kangil didn’t question it, didn’t pause. Perhaps he thought it was just some odd form of play.

“I love you, Nahyuk.”

Hearing it, Nahyuk felt as if everything would be all right.

He still wanted to live, but even if he died now, he would have no regrets.

He had been loved, truly loved. He had reached the peak of intimacy. And—since becoming Yoon Noah—he had at last heard his real name spoken aloud by someone he cherished.

Surely, in this moment, no one in the world was happier than him.

Could he even dare to wish for more?

Nahyuk’s trembling fingers brushed across Kangil’s damp lips.

“Kangil, I love you too.”

His voice was hoarse, almost metallic, and a single tear traced down his cheek. Fortunately, it was the only one.

“Don’t cry.”

Kangil’s fingertips caressed his face softly.

“…Mm.”

“Can I keep going?”

He had sworn he wouldn’t hold back, yet his heart faltered at the sight of Nahyuk’s tears. Sometimes, Nahyuk thought, Kangil was the softer one between them.

He nodded faintly.

“It’s fine if it hurts. As long as it’s with you… anything’s okay.”