IPSTDS Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Lee Kangil opened the door, carrying porridge from the first floor, and asked,

“My love, still can’t get up?”

Nahyuk answered with an embarrassed look.

“Yeah…”

The effects of their first time together lingered far longer than expected.

When he thought to climb out of bed just to grab a small bite, his legs gave out beneath him and he sank straight down.

Had Kangil not quickly caught him, he would have banged his knees hard against the floor. Feeling ridiculous at the weakness in his legs, Nahyuk glared at him.

‘You lifted my legs up too much…’

Too high, pressed too hard… wasn’t that why? He barely restrained himself from asking.

It was true the act had been consensual. He couldn’t simply blame Kangil for the aftereffects of what they’d done together.

After all, he had been the one clinging to Kangil’s neck, gasping for breath beneath him.

Before Nahyuk could say much else, Kangil had already declared he would go fetch some porridge. So Nahyuk stayed lying on the bed, waiting for him.

Of course, before Kangil returned, he tried once more to get out of bed—only to sink straight down again…

Remembering that, Nahyuk let out a long sigh.

If his body were healthy, maybe he wouldn’t have passed out right after sex, or lost all strength in his legs.

But thinking about Kangil’s fierce thrusts, Nahyuk realized that no matter how strong his body might have been, it would’ve been impossible not to feel the strain afterward.

Maybe only someone with a body just as built as Kangil’s could endure it.

While he was thinking this, Kangil was already seated beside him, scooping up a spoonful of porridge and blowing on it.

Nahyuk grunted and managed to lean back against the bed’s headboard. His legs felt as though they had no sensation at all.

“Here, open up.”

Why did even the way he offered porridge sound so suggestive?

Perhaps because of everything that had happened, his words sounded far too sensual.

To shake off his thoughts, Nahyuk cleared his throat and then opened his mouth wide.

“You open so well.”

…That sounded just as bad.

Tilting his head but still obedient, Nahyuk accepted the spoon Kangil offered. Thanks to his careful cooling, it wasn’t hot.

“You suck it clean.”

Kangil gazed at him with a look of admiration.

“…Hey, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“What? I just said you clean the spoon well. What were you thinking to get so flustered?”

“Forget it.”

“Now you don’t just want to be sucked—you want to suck, huh?”

“….”

His face burned so hot he couldn’t answer right away. The teasing tone made him feel toyed with.

Yet instead of being upset, Nahyuk suddenly found himself curious about what it would feel like to take Kangil’s shaft into his mouth.

It was too big to fit in all at once—just getting it inside would be a challenge.

If he traced the solid length with the tip of his tongue, what expression would Kangil make? Would he tremble, face melting in pleasure, just like Nahyuk had?

…He wanted to see it. To see Kangil undone by him.

He was always the one on the receiving end, so sometimes Nahyuk wanted to turn the tables and tease Kangil instead.

So he spoke aloud the thought that would surely throw him off balance.

“Yeah, I’ll try sucking you next time.”

He licked across his lips with the tip of his tongue in a suggestive way, but Kangil only smiled, not the least bit flustered as Nahyuk had hoped.

“I love it when you act bold. It gets me so worked up.”

Right—Kangil was a dopamine addict.

“You really need to calm down.”

Kangil laughed out loud, clearly delighted. He was probably the only person alive who could be so happy at being told not to get excited.

Still grinning, he scooped another spoonful of porridge and blew on it. His care made Nahyuk smile in the end as well.

The deathly shadow that had been hovering around Nahyuk these past few days suddenly felt much fainter.

* * *

Even afterward, Lee Kangil continued to take devoted care of Nahyuk.

Even once time had passed and Nahyuk could walk again, Kangil would scoop him up the moment he moved even slightly and carry him wherever he needed to go. He never showed the slightest sign of strain.

It felt almost like too much luxury, but Nahyuk let himself be led without complaint. Being carried around in someone’s arms didn’t seem so bad.

Going out on dates was nice, but even a life spent indoors, never once parting from Kangil, felt satisfying enough.

Nahyuk spoke endlessly with him, and when they grew hungry they ate. When the talk ran dry, they watched old movies together, again realizing just how different their perspectives were.

Kangil still criticized films like a pessimist, while Nahyuk evaluated them like a humanist.

It made Nahyuk smile, that such different people could love each other so sincerely.

Even Kangil’s bleak words—“Bad people should just be struck down by the heavens”—made Nahyuk smile.

“Are you laughing because you actually like the villain? He doesn’t look like much. Surely I’m better, aren’t I?”

The strange delusions he came up with only made him seem silly, cute, and above all, lovable.

“Well, I don’t know if you’re better.”

Maybe not—but Nahyuk knew he was far, far better than anyone else. He just laughed as Kangil sulked without knowing what he really thought.

If only everyday life could flow like this.

To make love, to talk, to laugh with the one you love… If every day passed like that, he would never stop smiling. Perhaps he’d never even think of death again.

But even if the shadow of death had grown faint, there was no guarantee it would not come.

After a whole day of play, when the sun had set and night fell, cloaking the world in darkness, Nahyuk suddenly thought of death.

If he were to die, how sad would Kangil be? Should he end their relationship before it deepened further?

Wouldn’t he only leave Kangil with a terrible wound, just because of his own selfish desire to love once before dying?

At that moment, as Nahyuk stood gazing out through the wide living room window at the pitch-black night sky, Kangil wrapped his arms around him from behind.

He looped his arms around Nahyuk’s neck and rested his face on his shoulder.

“Let’s not think bad thoughts.”

Whenever Nahyuk drifted toward thoughts of death, Kangil seemed to sense it instantly. That single embrace felt like it lifted his heart out of the depths.

“If dark thoughts creep in, think of me instead. Then happiness will come to you naturally.”

“I’ll try.”

“And not just happiness—maybe even good memories that heat up both body and soul.”

Nahyuk let out a short laugh, half in disbelief. Almost at the same time, hot breath fell against his nape.

Kangil’s lips brushed his neck, then landed lightly on his cheek.

Soft, fleeting kisses followed—on his cheek, his eyes, his nose—and at last, their lips met.

What began lightly soon grew rough. The moment their tongues tangled, Kangil pressed him hard.

He held Nahyuk’s waist tight so he couldn’t escape, and Nahyuk couldn’t break free until his breath was gone.

Though their lips finally parted, their bodies stayed pressed together. Heat had already pooled below, their lower halves stiff with arousal.

The hand gripping Nahyuk’s waist slipped downward, teasing at his waistband.

“You’re burning up.”

“…You’re no different.”

But the words “let’s stop” wouldn’t come.

It would certainly feel good, but if he gave in again tonight, he might not leave the bed all day tomorrow.

Even knowing that, he couldn’t ignore the hardness straining against Kangil’s pants.

“I want to suck you.”

Kangil’s damp voice dripped with lust. His already swollen shaft grew even harder.

While Nahyuk hesitated, Kangil’s hand was already unclasping his belt. In the quiet room, the sound of the buckle coming loose seemed far too lewd.

His hand brushed over the fabric of Nahyuk’s underwear. The dampened edge felt strangely cool.

“Shall we go to the bedroom?”

Like a devil skilled in temptation, Kangil whispered, and Nahyuk couldn’t resist. Instead of answering, he wrapped his arms around Kangil’s neck—a sign of acceptance.

In the next moment, his body was lifted easily into Kangil’s arms. Striding across the room, he opened the door.

The moment he was set down on the bed they’d already tumbled across half the day, Kangil’s lips were on him again.

His saliva-slick mouth ravaged Nahyuk’s lips, while his hands naturally slipped his pants down.