IPSTDS Chapter 75

Chapter 75

It didn’t take long for Nahyuk to understand exactly what Kangil meant by wanting to “fuck him.” He wasn’t that innocent.

In fact, he even imagined Kangil actually doing it… which felt a little too much for the early morning.

It wouldn’t be pleasant at first, but he wanted to try at least once before dying. The timid Nahyuk who had never dared to share a bed with anyone was gone.

“You need to get healthy first. Only then can we see it through. No matter how twisted I am, I don’t want my partner passing out in the middle of sex.”

At least Kangil was aware that he was strange.

Even so, Nahyuk smacked him hard on the back, partly in protest. Talking so indecently first thing in the morning was too much.

But instead of groaning in pain, Kangil only laughed. Nahyuk started to wonder if he enjoyed being hit.

“Seriously! There’s nothing you won’t say.”

“Why? We can’t talk about this between us? We’ve kissed, touched each other everywhere, slept in the same bed.”

“…Still.”

“If it’s embarrassment, then look at me until it isn’t anymore.”

Kangil must have been insane. And just then, something hot and hard pressed insistently against Nahyuk’s leg, as if to prove it.

He didn’t need to look to know what it was—Kangil’s cock. Erect, no doubt.

He remembered what he had seen the night before.

It had been his first time seeing another man’s erection in real life, only ever glimpsed before in videos.

Even though his vision had blurred under the weight of arousal last night, he had clearly seen it. Unlike his own smooth shaft, Kangil’s was thick, formidable.

It was large, straight, rigid, veins bulging across its length.

Despite its intimidating shape, it hadn’t repulsed him. It had looked so beautiful that even the precum sliding from its tip seemed delicious.

What would it taste like if he put it in his mouth? What would it feel like inside him?

Would it hurt? Or would it actually feel good?

Even as he panted, such thoughts clung to him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He almost wanted to say aloud that he wanted to taste it. He was certain Kangil wouldn’t refuse. If anything, he might welcome it—forcefully pushing it between his lips.

But before he could ask, Nahyuk had blacked out, passing into sleep as if fainting. The first overwhelming excitement of his life had simply exceeded what his frail body could endure.

Maybe Kangil was right—if he became healthy, he could go all the way.

And even if not… next time, perhaps…

Just then, he felt Kangil’s languid gaze sweeping carefully over his face.

Nahyuk shuddered at the weight of that stare. It was as though Kangil had read every one of his thoughts.

“You really want to see it, don’t you.”

“….”

He hesitated too long, missing the chance to answer honestly. Kangil’s eyes gleamed as he rose with a lazy movement.

In a flash, he straddled Nahyuk and licked his lips sensually.

When Nahyuk’s gaze dropped, he saw Kangil’s bare body, nothing covering him, and his cock standing tall.

As if to prove his words, Nahyuk couldn’t look away.

Gulp. He swallowed hard without realizing.

“You’ve got to pay for staring.”

Kangil seized his hands and made him wrap them around the hard shaft.

It was as hot as the rest of his body.

Covering Nahyuk’s hands with his own, he began to move them up and down. Each stroke made his breathing rougher.

“Haa…”

Head tilted back, brushing his hair aside with one hand, Kangil looked utterly sensual.

Even just touching him made Nahyuk’s own body twitch. The heat pooling below was too much—when he realized it, he was already fully erect himself.

His cock trembled, pulsing, as though it would spill without being touched at all.

That he could be this aroused just by helping another man get off…

And then it happened—warmth spilled across his stomach and hand at the same time. They had climaxed together.

Exhaling, Kangil gave a small, satisfied smile.

“You really got quite the show this morning.”

“….”

He climbed off Nahyuk, then tapped lightly at his cum-soaked cock.

“Look at you, shooting everywhere without even being touched.”

So he had noticed, even without looking directly. Nahyuk’s face burned, ears tingling with heat.

“Want more?”

Nahyuk shook his head. Of course, he wanted more. But if they did, he knew he would collapse again like last night.

Even if he didn’t fall asleep, he would be useless and dazed all day.

Just one climax had already drained him beyond reason. He knew exactly how much strain more would put on this weak body.

If he had nothing else to do, he would have gladly lain in bed all day. But he had a promise to meet Daon.

It was a shame to stop here… but he wouldn’t ruin that meeting.

“A shame… but I think I really need to go to work today.”

“….”

“If I get too worked up, I might end up tormenting you all day long.”

As if to settle his own regret, Kangil kissed his forehead softly.

The gesture was so natural that Nahyuk felt, for a fleeting moment, like they really were lovers.

“I need to hurry and research your illness, so my baby can get healthy enough to fuck all day and still be fine.”

There was nothing he wouldn’t say.

Still flushed, Nahyuk shot back, “Even if I get healthy, I’m not doing it all day.”

“Then a few times is fine?”

“…That much…”

Maybe a few times would be okay.

At his honest response, Kangil burst out laughing.

“How many?”

“Two…?”

Kangil laughed harder, genuine amusement in his voice, no trace of mockery. Tears even welled in his eyes as he wiped at them.

Then, in one swift motion, he lifted Nahyuk up, his limp body rising easily in his arms.

“You look good covered in my cum, but let’s get you washed.”

Nahyuk only smacked his shoulder hard in reply.

* * *

It was Nahyuk’s first time washing with someone else.

The moment he realized it, he grew tense, but Kangil gave him no room for nerves, moving with practiced ease as he washed him.

Being scrubbed down so suddenly left Nahyuk dazed.

Truthfully, he wanted to sit back in the tub and take a slow, relaxing bath, but every time their bare skin brushed, he grew hard again, and simply getting rid of that drained him too much to linger.

Kangil, like a man in heat, couldn’t keep his hands off him, touching and stroking him again and again. At one point, when Kangil even leaned down as though to lick him, Nahyuk smacked his head hard.

Sure, it would feel good if he went that far, but the problem was his body’s lack of strength.

He almost never masturbated, and now, having been brought to release several times already since morning, his head felt light and faint. If he entered the bath like that—or worse, let Kangil use his mouth—he was certain he would lose consciousness.

Before Kangil could get aroused again, Nahyuk hurried out of the bathroom.

When Kangil followed, he guided Nahyuk to sit in front of the vanity. Nahyuk instinctively pulled his robe closed over his lower body.

“Don’t touch me. I’m seriously exhausted.”

“Alright, I won’t do anything. So don’t hide from me.”

“…”

Nahyuk glared at him suspiciously.

But Kangil was unfazed by the sharp look. He even hummed a little tune as he began drying Nahyuk’s hair.

His touch was gentle, fingers lightly massaging his scalp.

And when he moved the dryer across his face and ears, careful not to let it get too hot, his motions were so natural that Nahyuk couldn’t help wondering if he had dried other people’s hair many times before.

The thought flashed in his mind—Kangil drying someone else’s hair.

His gaze, usually cold, turned warm and tender toward the ones he let into his heart. His careful, attentive hands moving with patience.

‘I hate it…’

He hated the thought of Kangil treating someone else with such kindness.

Was it right to feel this way, when he wasn’t even his real lover but only pretending?

But once born, the thought wouldn’t fade. Before he realized it, he was confessing honestly.

“You look too familiar with this.”

“It’s my first time. …Well, not the first time drying fur.”

Did that mean he had dried the hair of so many women he couldn’t even remember?

Nahyuk’s mood soured further. What was routine for Kangil was becoming something special for him, and that felt painfully one-sided.

He knew he shouldn’t expect affection from Kangil, yet still, he wanted to be treated as special.

And again, the wish slipped out without filter.

“Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Touching someone, being so gentle, even when you’re not really dating them…”

“What do you even take me for?”

“…A beast in heat?”