IPSTDS Side Story Chapter 2

Side Story Chapter 2

“Aren’t you looking a little too alive?”

As soon as Nahyuk spoke, Kangil came toward him. He grabbed Nahyuk’s shoulders with both hands and thoroughly examined his complexion.

“Look how pale your face is. I told you to always be careful, even if your illness is nearly cured. I told you to leave work on time, but you never listen, even if it kills you.”

“I really was fine, that’s why. More than that, if you’d called when you came to pick me up, I would’ve left earlier… how long have you been here? Don’t tell me an hour?”

“Doesn’t matter. Why bother counting now? And when you were working so hard you didn’t even see my messages, how could I have called?”

So he really had been waiting about an hour. Nahyuk gently patted Kangil’s head.

“Still, promise me next time you’ll call. Sorry for making you wait.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The reply was utterly halfhearted. Nahyuk could already see Kangil waiting silently again next time, without ever making that call.

Giving up on trying to change his stubborn lover, Nahyuk got into the car. It seemed easier to just start leaving work on time than to argue.

As soon as Nahyuk sat in the passenger seat, Kangil slid into the driver’s seat—but the car didn’t start.

Instead, Kangil only stared at him. His gaze burned even hotter than before, as if sparks of desire bloomed wherever it touched.

Nahyuk recognized the longing in his eyes. So that’s why he hadn’t driven off yet—there was something he wanted.

Sure enough, a faint smile curved smoothly across Kangil’s lips.

“Don’t I deserve a reward for waiting so patiently?”

Today his lips looked redder than ever as they drew close. Nahyuk wrapped his arms around his neck, thinking of how long he must have been waiting. He had no reason to push him away.

In an instant, their lips met. Kangil sucked gently at Nahyuk’s mouth.

Before he could even register it, Kangil’s hand was slipping under his shirt. At some point, the seat had reclined, tilting Nahyuk back.

There was no time for surprise—only kiss after kiss pressed down on him. As soon as his lips parted, Kangil’s tongue slid in, brushing tenderly along the inside.

Even after countless kisses, every touch of their lips still felt new. Every time, his breath hitched with the same rising excitement.

Soon the car was thick with heat. Kangil’s hot breath sank into Nahyuk’s skin.

Like he was devouring sweetness, like he would steal every last breath, Kangil’s kiss left Nahyuk limp and melting. Before Nahyuk even realized it, his pants were halfway down.

With absurd ease, Kangil tugged his briefs low and wrapped one hand around Nahyuk’s hard penis. The slickness from the cum already dripping made it feel like it had been oiled.

Seeing the naturally smooth, hairless shaft, Kangil licked his lips. It always looked so appetizing.

Like he was entranced, he took Nahyuk’s penis into his mouth.

“Mmgh… don’t… stop…”

But with his mouth full, Kangil gave no reply. Nahyuk clutched his hair and tried to push him back, but he didn’t budge an inch.

Then came the melting pleasure that spread through his whole body. The feeling that he couldn’t endure without release.

“Haa… ah…”

Only after Nahyuk finally released did Kangil lift his face from below.

A mischievous smile curled across his lips.

Inside his slightly open mouth, his red tongue was coated with cloudy white fluid.

“Spit… spit it out.”

Even at Nahyuk’s flustered words, Kangil kept smiling and swallowed the cum. He even ran his tongue over his lips in satisfaction.

“Why… why do you keep swallowing it?”

It wasn’t the first time Kangil had eaten his cum as if it were delicious.

Since he enjoyed it so much, Nahyuk had even tried tasting Kangil’s cum a few times himself—but never found it pleasant enough to eat like that.

It should all taste the same, yet Kangil never spat it out. Nahyuk couldn’t understand why.

“Because it came from you, so it’s mine. Everything of yours belongs to me.”

The way he said it, it sounded as if he would even eat worse things—bodily waste, maybe.

It was ridiculous, but Nahyuk thought Kangil might really do it.

Then, with a playful tone, Kangil began straightening Nahyuk’s clothes.

…Was that it?

Though his eyes still shimmered with undeniable desire, he did nothing more.

“Because of me, my Noah’s shirt got all wrinkled. Sorry.”

He buttoned the shirt to the very top, then withdrew his hand. Without a trace of regret, he started the car.

…Was that really it?

“….”

Nahyuk stared at him in disbelief.

His face at the wheel looked calm, but his lower half betrayed him. The bulge pressing against his pants was impossible to ignore.

“Noah. Stop staring. Unless you want me to turn into a lunatic aroused while driving.”

Then what—once they got home, he would become that lunatic instead?

Even after climaxing, Nahyuk felt strangely unsatisfied. The spot between his legs ached faintly, as if missing the weight that had always been there.

He couldn’t hide the lingering look in his eyes.

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…What? He just went to sleep like that? Even though he’s all worked up?

Weren’t you always a crazy bastard, huh? Kangil?

Nahyuk stared at Kangil in disbelief. Kangil had fallen asleep almost instantly, as if he’d passed out right after washing up.

“I thought once we got home, we’d finish what we couldn’t do in the car…”

Come to think of it, it had been quite a while that things ended vaguely like this, with Kangil holding back.

Sometimes he only helped Nahyuk finish, or even if they did have sex, the moment Nahyuk looked even slightly strained, Kangil would stop. Even when his own penis was hard and throbbing.

How could he stand that?

Of course, Nahyuk knew why Kangil restrained himself like some ascetic.

Right after confirming their love, Kangil had burned with desire and devoured him, but at some point, rationality had returned and he began to take Nahyuk’s condition into account. Because Nahyuk had once been terminal, barely escaping death.

Being cherished was good—who would hate being treasured by their lover? Nahyuk had never once doubted Kangil’s love.

But the problem was that he was being cherished too much, far too seriously. And now he was healthy!

There had to be a limit to restraint. When was the last time they’d had proper sex…? Shockingly, it had been two weeks. At this rate, he felt like his body might start producing stones.

Was Kangil really fine with this? Or was it that, since he hadn’t been gay from the start, he was getting tired of being with another man?

Did he love Nahyuk but now find that the sexual side of things had hit a dead end?

Maybe the thrill of fighting against Seo Dowoong and winning their love had faded. Love was fragile, like an illusion, disappearing without warning.

With those thoughts circling, Nahyuk couldn’t bring himself to seduce Kangil first.

What if he tried to initiate, but Kangil refused? What if, even for an instant, he saw the hint of displeasure in Kangil’s eyes?

That would be unbearable. His heart would collapse into pieces.

Still, Nahyuk loved him.

It felt like he loved him even more than before. To the point that he couldn’t imagine a future without Kangil.

So maybe that saying about love being just an illusion didn’t apply to him. To Nahyuk, love wasn’t an illusion—it was forever. Eternal.

If by some terrible chance Kangil ever told him they should break up, Nahyuk thought he might grab his trouser leg and sob, begging him for days not to leave. It would be pathetic, yes—but unavoidable.

Thinking of the worst possibility made his insides ache. His heart felt shrunken, and even breathing was difficult. He let out a dry gasp.

“I can’t let loving you so much eat me away from the inside…”

Nahyuk was so content with his life now.

Material comfort that would sustain him without working a day in his life, a grandfather who would always be there to support him, and even work he enjoyed.

But if Kangil disappeared from that satisfying life—could he still feel the same happiness?

Nahyuk looked at Kangil’s broad back, turned to him in sleep. Why did he have to sleep with his back turned…?

“Haa…”

He let out a silent, quiet sigh. Kangil, swallowed by slumber, never stirred.