UR Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Chirp chirp—

At the sharp sound of a bird’s cry, I-bom’s eyelids twitched. Outside was still pitch-black, but the biological rhythm ingrained in him over the years told him it was time to head to his part-time job. Blinking his tired eyes, he pulled up the pajama top that was slipping down. Unlike the stiff sweats he usually wore, the soft texture of the pajamas felt unfamiliar.

I-seol…

Not hearing the voice of his younger sibling who always woke him up, he instinctively looked around in surprise, but for some reason, I-seol was nowhere to be seen.

“…Cough.”

Before he could even call out I-seol’s name, a tickle in his throat forced out a cough. Swallowing the residual cough, I-bom braced himself against the bed. In that moment, a sharp pain jolted through his body, making him flinch. From his thighs to his back, shoulders, and wrists—his whole body ached as if he had come down with a fever.

“Go back to sleep.”

A heavy arm rested on the upper part of I-bom’s stomach. Turning his head, he saw Beom-ho lying beside him, his eyes half-open, staring straight at him. Seeing Beom-ho’s bare body right next to him with not a thread of clothing on, I-bom started in shock.

Why is Mr. Beom-ho here…? Oh, right. I left home. As the events of yesterday replayed in order in his mind, they ended with the memory of everything he and Beom-ho had done in this very room. His cheeks flushed before he tried to speak casually, as if nothing had happened.

“Ah… I’m just used to waking up early.”

“Mm, good job.”

He had no idea what exactly he had done well, but Beom-ho’s drowsy voice came as he reached over to muss I-bom’s hair.

“Come here. You must be cold.”

He pulled I-bom into his arms.

What had happened last night? He was sure they hadn’t even eaten dinner before their bodies had intertwined and he’d passed out as if fainting. Now, the body that had been soiled with semen was completely clean, as though nothing had happened.

“Yes…”

Being held in his arms, the scent of his skin reminded I-bom that last night’s events had been no dream.

“Ah…”

“Why are your eyes so swollen?”

He smiled faintly as he rubbed I-bom’s cheek. His face was relaxed, his gaze filled with affection. As if he didn’t already know the reason… When I-bom avoided answering out of embarrassment, Beom-ho slid his hand under the pajama top and slowly stroked down his body. The flat collarbone twitched, tense under his touch.

“Go back to sleep.”

As if to ease the stiffness in I-bom’s taut waist, his slow, steady pats carried a gentle warmth. Feeling that tenderness, I-bom let his heavy eyelids close once again.

* * *

Knock knock.

At the sudden, clear sound of knocking, I-bom’s eyes flew open. Looking out the window, he saw that the dim light of dawn had already turned into bright daylight.

He had never slept this late before.

Startled, I-bom gripped the blanket tightly and sat up in bed. He glanced around at the soundless knocking, looking for any sign of Beom-ho, who had been lying beside him. The space next to him was already empty—he must have gone to work.

Where did he go…

I-bom tilted his head, blinking in confusion.

Knock knock.

The sound came again from outside the door. Feeling the impatience of whoever was calling him, I-bom instinctively replied in a small voice.

“Yes, I’m coming…!”

Lowering his head, he quickly checked his clothes.

He was certain he’d fallen asleep in Beom-ho’s arms wearing pajamas, yet at some point, the buttons had all come undone, baring his skin.

As if to prove that last night hadn’t been a dream, red marks were scattered across his neck and chest. On top of that, his nipples—swollen and flushed from so much biting and sucking—stood out distinctly. No matter who was outside, he couldn’t let them see him like this.

Steadying his breath, I-bom quickly fastened the loose buttons. The swollen tips grazed against the thin fabric, sending a dull ache through him, but he had no time to dwell on it. Placing his hands on the bed for support, he rose slowly.

“Ugh…”

Even though he moved carefully, his waist throbbed as if it would snap. It wasn’t just his waist—when he bent forward, a deep ache pulsed inside his lower abdomen. Limping slightly, he made his way toward the door. With each step, his slippers dragged, the sound of them scraping against the floor following him.

For the third time, a knock came. Knock knock.

“J-just a moment…!”

“Sir, it’s time for you to leave.”

When the door swung open, a neatly dressed man in a suit stood outside, meeting I-bom’s eyes. It was the middle-aged man he’d met yesterday. In that instant, he remembered Beom-ho introducing him as the house’s butler, saying they’d be seeing each other often.

“Sir, did you sleep we—”

I-bom quickly bowed in greeting, his eyes wide. The thin pajamas brushed against his nipples, making him hunch his shoulders and fidget with the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Ah, hello.”

The butler, who had been greeting him with practiced ease, paused mid-motion. Something flickered in his slowly blinking eyes—whether stiffness or surprise, I-bom couldn’t tell.

“…Did you sleep well?”

After that brief hesitation, the butler greeted him as if nothing had happened. A newspaper was tucked under his arm.

“Is that the morning edition?”

With that familiar voice, the sound of light footsteps came from behind I-bom. A warm mist brushed against his back, carrying the scent of fragrant body wash. Through the thin fabric of his pajama top, a soft towel pressed against the dip of his spine, tickling. The memories of last night came rushing back, making his face heat up as he became acutely aware of him.

Before he could endure the butler’s dazed stare any longer, Beom-ho pulled I-bom close by the waist. Leaning in to whisper teasingly against his ear, he pressed a kiss there—a blatant reminder of what had happened the night before.

“Did you sleep well, I-bom?”

“……”

Drying his still-damp body, Beom-ho rested his face against I-bom’s shoulder, his lips and cheek brushing the nape of his neck and the curve of his ear in a foreign-style greeting.

“Mmm…”

Smack, smack. As the kisses landed again and again, I-bom’s face flushed bright red, and he pushed Beom-ho away. Every time he turned his head, his gaze met the butler’s, standing just beyond. Seeing this, the butler smiled faintly and stepped back, giving a polite nod before releasing the door handle.

“I’ll have breakfast ready—come down whenever you like.”

Click.

The moment the door closed, Beom-ho’s fingers slid along I-bom’s stomach, brushing upward. Lifting him with ease, he set him down on the nightstand.

“B-Beom-ho!”

“Yes?”

“The… the butler saw you…! You can’t just keep kissing me like that!”

Bending down to meet I-bom’s eyes, Beom-ho gave him a shameless, heated look that made I-bom’s heart pound even as his thoughts tangled. Pouting without meaning to, he grumbled.

He liked the warmth of those lips pressing freely against him, the heat of the hands touching him, and the way those eyes burned when they looked at him… but he couldn’t ignore it. Beom-ho might be the master of this house, but I-bom was just a sudden outsider here—it was only natural to feel the weight of other people’s eyes.

Just recalling the butler’s steady gaze made his face grow hot. Swinging his legs from where he sat on the nightstand, I-bom fixed him with a dissatisfied look, his flushed face and pursed lips making him look as though he were scolding.

“So you’re mad?”

Tap. Tap tap.

I-bom’s restless toes brushed lightly against Beom-ho’s shin. Without a word, he nodded.

“…Alright. No kissing when other people are around. I’ll be careful.”

His earnest gaze almost made I-bom’s resolve falter, but he spoke firmly.

“You have to get my permission first…!”

“Permission?”

Beom-ho looked down at him, then leaned even closer.

“Then… where should I start getting permission? And how far should I go?”

Even though the midday sun was streaming in, that shadowed, suggestive look made I-bom press his lips together.

…Something about this was making him feel strange.

“…Even when it’s just the two of us?”

A slow, pleased smile curved Beom-ho’s lips as he leaned right into I-bom’s ear. The closeness tickled—whether it was whining or seduction from the start of the morning, he couldn’t tell. His eyes flickered between teasing, seriousness, and heat over and over. Their locked gazes made it hard to breathe.

“Ah, seriously…!”

Pft.

Unable to endure the atmosphere, I-bom let out a laugh. Beom-ho’s breath on his ear made him flinch and nod slightly. The moment he did so a second and third time, Beom-ho’s fingers slipped between his pajama buttons.

“…Tell me. What should I do?”

“…Ah.”

“I’m good at listening to you, aren’t I?”

“…”

“Hmm?”

The warm, secretive murmur was sweet. His voice teased his ear until it grew hot, making I-bom pant and let out a soft moan.

“Mmm…”

Before he knew it, Beom-ho’s lips pressed firmly against the nape of his neck. Each time that steady pressure landed, a thin, trembling sound escaped him. His pajama top slid off and fell to the floor, and at the same time, the knot of Beom-ho’s bathrobe came undone. Without hesitation, his leg slipped between I-bom’s thighs, parting them.

Without much talk at all, their bodies drew together with a hunger as if they were in heat. Each movement revealed a well-toned physique, and the dark red length hidden between them rubbed openly against the narrow space between I-bom’s thighs. The refined, gentlemanly air gave way to damp, languid breaths that grew rougher and rougher.

“Hhh…”

I-bom hunched his shoulders with a low sound. His length twitched, pressing insistently against I-bom’s perineum. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hh, ahh… nn—th-that’s…”

“That’s?”

“W-when it’s just the two of us…”

I-bom squeezed his eyes shut. The damp heat at his neck, the tingling, stirring sensation deep in his belly—memories of it slid down from his navel, tickling lower. Clinging to Beom-ho’s neck, he whispered softly, his hips shifting restlessly.

Lewd Kang I-bom…

His lips moved.

“When it’s just us?”

“…You… you don’t need permission. Just…”

“Just?”

“…Just do it.”

Dropping his head, I-bom wrapped his arms around him. His face was so hot with embarrassment he couldn’t lift it. Beom-ho looked at him with affection before pressing a kiss to his lips. Then he swept I-bom up in his arms, and with a soft thump, laid him back down on the bed.