MPK Ch 14

“Okay.”

He sounded like he’d sighed, but I didn’t care. I pulled up my pants, which were hanging around my ankles, just enough to cover my ass, and crossed the living room towards the stairs. Woo Baekyeon, in his crumpled hanbok, did the same.

The staircase was narrow for two people to walk side-by-side, so our shoulders brushed and hands touched. The ticklish contact was both unintentional on my part and a shy, deliberate act by Woo Baekyeon. After a few steps, our lips met. Kissing, I climbed two steps. The distance created between us pulled our intertwined tongues apart, leaving only the tips touching. Woo Baekyeon, as if displeased, quickly climbed two steps to close the gap. And our breaths mingled again. We pressed our upper bodies against the narrow walls, kissing and touching each other, then slowly climbed one step at a time.

At the top of the stairs, I dropped my shirt, which was as good as being naked anyway. Our hurried footsteps carried us to the bed. Woo Baekyeon and I held each other tight, rolling around and kissing. I was on top of Woo Baekyeon, then he was on top of me, then we were lying side-by-side, facing each other. Soon, without hesitation, we explored each other’s skin.

“Ah…!”

Having already done it once downstairs, penetration came quickly. Past the open entrance, his length slid deep inside. My head fell back onto Woo Baekyeon’s sky-blue pillow.

Holding Woo Baekyeon, who was completely on top of me, I could see the ceiling and the simple design of the light fixture over his shoulder. It felt a bit forced, but I’d made it back into this room. A sense of inexplicable pride made me chuckle.

“Don’t think about anything else.”

“No, no. I was thinking about our Baekyeon, that’s why I laughed.”

“…….”

“It’s true. I’m not teasing you.”

Woo Baekyeon thrust his hips with a grumpy look on his face. My insides, already heated once, quickly transformed the foreign sensation of the intrusion into pleasure.

“Ah…! Ah, ugh…!”

“I don’t mind you teasing me when I’m awkward, but focus here now.”

His hand pressed firmly against my lower abdomen. His cock was so big that I thought he might be able to feel it through my skin. Woo Baekyeon lifted my knees and hooked them over his shoulders like a bag. My waist naturally arched upwards.

“Hey, another weird position…!”

His cock slammed upwards into my exposed hole.

“Haa!”

“Jung Hankyung, look at me. You like my looks, don’t you?”

Despite his ferocious movements, his words were so cute.

“Ha, that’s why. Uh, my prince, you’re beautiful no matter how I look at you between my legs, huh.”

“…….”

With powerful thrusts, his glans soon reached the deep, achingly sweet spot inside me. From then on, Woo Baekyeon’s hips slammed against my ass.

“Ha, ah, ugh, huh…”

My moans punctuated the rhythm of our movements. A hot, heavy sensation pooled at my core. His hardened cock throbbed against my lower abdomen.

“Jung Hankyung… feels good? Uh.”

Words that should be spoken with a soft kiss were asked by Woo Baekyeon as he thrust hard enough to break my back.

He ravaged my insides with urgent, rough movements. With each thrust, the sensation of my inner walls being stretched and then filled became more intense. My stretched entrance rubbed against the veins on his erect cock.

I gripped the tip of my cock. It was lukewarm compared to the warmth of his mouth earlier, but the memory of it, combined with the sight of him above me, brought back a similar excitement.

“Ah, ah…! Haa, uh, kuk!”

“Jung Hankyung, haa, good, uh…”

As I neared my climax, Woo Baekyeon’s expression also showed he was close. Our conversation faded, replaced by increasingly intertwined moans. Finally, an explosive orgasm hit.

Catching our breath, we rolled around on the bed again.

After the next orgasm, I was on top of Woo Baekyeon, half-leaning over him. I must have managed to find all ten remaining knots during sex. Woo Baekyeon’s bare chest was finally revealed.

You asked me if it felt good.

Instead of answering his previous question, I gazed at Woo Baekyeon and kissed his chin.

“I like it further up…”

Woo Baekyeon pulled me closer. As our bodies pressed together, the kiss deepened. The wet sounds were clear in my ears. I rubbed my cock against his stomach. The friction between our stomachs was surprisingly arousing.

“Ha, ah, hu…”

“Jung Hankyung, uh…”

His drawn-out breaths signaled the start of the next round.

The sounds from between my legs grew wetter with each orgasm. Every time his cock thrust inside, the accumulated fluids leaked out from between our bodies. I felt like I was drenched in Woo Baekyeon.

“Hand, huu. Give me your hand.”

Woo Baekyeon took my hand with his left hand, the one bearing my name, and intertwined our fingers. His eyes squeezed shut, then opened. Then he wrapped his other arm around my chest as if to crush me. I hugged him back, but I couldn’t match the intensity of his embrace, which held a desperate longing I couldn’t understand. If his desire could be expressed as temperature, the places his lips touched on my body would all be burns.

I managed to sit up and left a deep mark on Woo Baekyeon, staking my claim. The bite mark on his white shoulder was more satisfying than I expected.

Woo Baekyeon is a lonely person. Beneath his glamorous exterior are high walls and thorns erected for self-protection.

That’s why Woo Baekyeon doesn’t show this expression to anyone. Except me.

If someone I met for the first time looked at me with such longing, I’d fall in love at first sight.

The feeling poured solely onto me, as if to prevent me from looking away even for a moment…

It was unique to me too.

I’d never met anyone like Woo Baekyeon in my life.

Amazing, Woo Baekyeon. Even with that aloof face, you make me feel loved, make my heart pound with the thrill of it.

Without any “I like you” or “I love you,” without any sudden epiphany, I just knew.

‘Maybe it’s because our relationship started with a sudden marriage.’

Ah, a relationship.

The thought made me chuckle again. I’d met the perfect partner for a chaotic push and pull.

💍

Escaping from the encroaching darkness was a familiar routine. Turning on all the lights and staying awake until dawn broke outside the window.

“Jung Hankyung.”

The person sleeping soundly next to me didn’t respond. Baekyeon hadn’t called Hankyung’s name expecting a reply, but simply because he wanted to say it, to savor it on his tongue.

From the very beginning, his experiences with Hankyung had been devoid of reason. The pounding in his chest, loud enough to short-circuit his brain, blocked out all thoughts, narrowed his vision, and made only Jung Hankyung visible.

Today, in particular, had been overwhelmingly intense. Pressed together without a sliver of space between them, he’d come inside Hankyung, and moved fiercely, wanting to draw out every last reaction from him.

Why? It wasn’t like last time, after a fight and reconciliation, a day of emotional upheaval. He’d only felt a bit of guilt for being dragged to the family home and a slight annoyance at how easily the chief bodyguard, whom he’d barely met, and his aunt had spoken to Jung Hankyung.

But had he truly hated seeing Jung Hankyung at his family home?

Whether it was when Hankyung put his arm around him over his cumbersome hanbok, or when they walked together through the long garden and the lobby filled with relatives, or when Hankyung was in his old room, all those moments had been okay.

The truth was, meeting you there today was a stroke of luck for me.

Even during that suffocating moment with the psychiatrist and my grandfather, I was so distracted by your voice that it ended quickly.

Although some things were off, it was fascinating how much you’d learned about me during our time together. Your possessiveness towards me felt good.

I loved how my name never left your lips as you spoke.

Jung Hankyung is a vast forest, as big as the ocean. He’d weathered harsh monsoons and infestations, yet stood tall and green.

If Hankyung was a forest, then he was a poacher who’d stumbled upon paradise. A foolish, greedy man captivated by the greenery, stuffing his pockets with branches, soil, and stones. But the vast forest embraced even him.

Baekyeon covered Hankyung’s freshly cleaned body with a gown and lifted him into his arms. He supported Hankyung’s weight with his arms and chest. Hankyung’s breath brushed against his chest as he slept. He could see the pajamas against his skin rising and falling with each heartbeat, and he hoped it wouldn’t wake him.

He stood at the top of the stairs leading downstairs. After a moment, the motion sensor beeped, recognizing his presence. The sound of lights turning on echoed from the ceiling below.

The downstairs, illuminated as Hankyung was carried down, was bright enough to make one forget it was late at night. Baekyeon crossed the living room, walked down the white hallway, and arrived at Hankyung’s bedroom. All the incandescent lights inside were on.

He gently placed Hankyung in the center of the bed and tucked him in, pulling the blanket up to his chin and tucking his hands and feet inside.

Baekyeon lingered, alternating between looking at Hankyung and adjusting the blanket. Until he felt like he might disturb Hankyung’s sleep.

As he was about to leave, he paused, looking at the control panel on the wall. The largest button was, of course, the light switch.

He barely lifted his hand to his waist to reach for the switch, but it began to tremble. A dizzying sensation washed over him, and cold sweat beaded on his back. Turning off the lights in this room wouldn’t erase the light. The door was open, so the light from the hallway would spill in. He just had to press the switch, close the door, and leave. That was all.

That’s all it is. Move. Please.

His arm froze, as if paralyzed, a handspan away from the switch. He tried to force it to extend a few times.

“Ugh…!”

He quickly pulled his hand away from the switch and covered his mouth. He dry heaved a few times before stopping. His eyes, squeezed shut above his hands muffling the sound, contorted in self-loathing. He couldn’t do it.

Secretary Shin Kanghee was waiting outside the door when he stepped out.

“Please.”

Shin Kanghee nodded slightly and entered Hankyung’s room. She closed the curtains to block out the light from outside, turned off the lights, closed the door, and came back out.

While she performed this simple task that Baekyeon couldn’t, he stood right in front of the door.

Even after Shin Kanghee left, Baekyeon stood in the brightly lit hallway, staring at the closed door for a long time. Numerous emotions flickered across his face, none of which he’d shown to Hankyung. After a long while, he finally walked towards the living room and up the stairs.

In the bedroom, enveloped in darkness and silence for a peaceful sleep, Hankyung opened his eyes as the sound of retreating footsteps faded. His gaze was clear, as if he hadn’t been asleep at all.

“Ah…”

But his mind was filled with complex thoughts.