IPSTDS Chapter 45

Chapter 45

“…K-Kangil.”

His breath against Nahyuk’s ear was overwhelmingly stimulating. It felt like the desire he had barely been holding back was boiling over.

Even at that moment, sensual moans echoed from the screen. Nahyuk tried to pull away from Kangil, but his cheeks were soon held between Kangil’s hands.

“Don’t run.”

“…”

“Be honest. You can think of it as my birthday gift.”

Instead of answering, Nahyuk swallowed hard again. His mind kept saying no, but his heart refused to agree.

The silence that followed was an answer in itself—an unspoken yes.

He could feel Kangil’s free hand move toward his waistband. Slowly, deliberately, Kangil began to undo his belt, his gaze scanning every part of Nahyuk’s face.

Nahyuk couldn’t look away from those heated, intense eyes. The man on the screen—who looked like Agrippa—no longer mattered. All of his focus was on Kangil.

Then, Kangil’s hand touched a place no one else had ever touched before.

His penis, already hardened without him realizing, sprang upward.

Exposed to the cooler air outside after being in a warm, humid space, it somehow felt even more sensitive.

As if he’d been waiting, Kangil gently wrapped his hand around it.

“Mm…”

Nahyuk bit down on his lower lip, trying to hold back a moan that was threatening to spill out. He couldn’t bring himself to tell him to stop. Kangil’s warm, large hand wasn’t unpleasant.

No—he liked it. He liked it so much that he forgot they were in a movie theater and began to crave more.

Soon, sticky pre-cum started to drip from the tip.

Despite claiming to be straight, Kangil showed no hesitation, letting it coat his fingertips and using it like lubricant.

Kangil’s warm hand continued to stroke Nahyuk’s penis without pause. His hand moved up and down with a smooth, relentless rhythm.

Before possession, Nahyuk had touched himself before—but this was the first time someone else had touched him.

And yet, instead of embarrassment, all he felt was excitement.

His whole body flushed hot, and breathy moans slipped out uncontrollably through clenched teeth.

“Ahh…”

Soon after, Nahyuk climaxed. A thick burst of opaque fluid spilled out, far more than the earlier pre-cum.

Without hesitation, Kangil caught all of it in one hand and remarked casually:

“You must’ve been holding it in for a while.”

He then pulled out a handkerchief—surprisingly tidy for someone like him—and wiped Nahyuk clean with care. Still overwhelmed and short of breath, Nahyuk could only pant.

Unable to face Kangil, he looked toward the screen instead, where the ending credits were now rolling. Honestly, he hadn’t seen a second of the movie after the beginning.

Kangil even helped him pull up his underwear. Nahyuk tried to stop him, but Kangil’s hands were quicker.

“Movie’s over.”

How could he act like nothing happened?

That’s what Nahyuk wanted to ask. His heart was still pounding too hard for him to speak.

Before the theater lights came on, Kangil leaned in close and whispered at his ear:

“By the way, why don’t you have any hair? You’re like a porcelain doll.”

At those raw words, the penis Nahyuk had just managed to calm down began to harden again.

* * *

Nahyuk had no intention of celebrating Seo Dowoong’s birthday.

And he didn’t care whether or not Seo Dowoong received a birthday greeting from Kim Daon, with whom he was currently in a cold war.

It was a pity that their relationship had soured somewhat because of him, but Nahyuk didn’t want to get between them.

They were both grown men—they could figure it out themselves.

‘…Still, I’m a little worried about Daon.’

But Kim Daon was more capable than anyone. At the very least, he wasn’t someone who would bury his feelings behind pride like Seo Dowoong.

Nahyuk trusted that Daon could handle himself just fine.

“Hey, focus.”

How did he even know I was lost in thought?

Kangil, sitting next to him, whispered softly and poked him in the cheek.

After leaving the movie theater, they decided to have dinner together.

They ended up at a grilled shellfish restaurant nearby. Apparently, Kangil came here sometimes too. He even chatted up the owner with a cheeky grin and played around.

“Boss, you’ve gotten even prettier. Are you planning to just keep getting prettier forever?”

Nahyuk couldn’t take his eyes off his shameless behavior.

‘He touched me so boldly earlier… Is he this shameless with everyone?’

Kangil had calmly handled the situation when Nahyuk, aroused by the erotic movie, had involuntarily reacted. He’d even taken care of it for him.

If he was that playful, it wouldn’t be strange if he’d touched other men the same way.

For some reason, Nahyuk didn’t like that idea.

It shouldn’t matter who Kangil dated or touched—so why did it bother him?

Nahyuk looked away from Kangil with difficulty.

Soon, the food arrived, looking delicious.

Nahyuk devoured the seafood, having not had anything from the sea in a long time. Kangil barely ate, instead watching Nahyuk as he stuffed food into his mouth.

“Why are you staring like that? You should eat too.”

“How can someone eat so well and still have no body hair?”

“Pfft—!”

Startled by the suggestive comment, Nahyuk almost spat out his food. At the same time, Kangil’s words from the theater resurfaced in his mind:

‘Why don’t you have any hair?’

Flushing red, Nahyuk yelled out.

“D-Don’t say stuff like that while I’m eating!”

“Why not? Does it ruin your appetite?”

“…I don’t know.”

“I think it’s just cute.”

“….”

“Maybe even makes me think we could go all the way.”

“…Huh?”

“I’ve never thought about doing anything with a guy… but maybe it’s possible with you.”

He didn’t need to ask what “possible” meant. The way Kangil looked at him—like he could devour him—made it obvious.

Nahyuk bit his lips nervously.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t imagined doing something more with Kangil. They had shared more than a few suggestive moments.

Each time, Nahyuk found himself hoping it would go further.

He longed to spend a night—just one—with someone. Even back when he was Lee Nahyuk, and now as Yoon Noah.

Even if it was just a fleeting dream for one night, he wanted to experience something.

He was afraid of dying without ever having had such a meaningful experience.

While he was still young and healthy, he wanted to share a bed with someone—just once.

Of course, if that person were someone he truly loved, it would be even better. But Nahyuk knew how miraculous mutual love could be, especially in same-gender relationships that weren’t exactly widely accepted.

That’s why he should’ve welcomed Kangil’s offer.

Kangil had looks, intelligence, and nothing lacking. He even seemed like he’d be good in bed.

And yet, strangely, the words just wouldn’t come out.

Had his feelings changed?

Or had his feelings for Kangil changed?

What finally came out was an absurd question.

“Would it… be possible with another guy too?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“….”

Nahyuk couldn’t answer. He didn’t even know the reason himself—how could he explain it to Kangil?

Even so, Kangil answered without hesitation.

“Just with you.”

“…What?”

“I’m not interested in other guys.”

“….”

“But I’ve gotten this interested in you. Could you like me more than Kim Daon?”

Nahyuk couldn’t answer.

Since getting to know Daon, he’d looked after Nahyuk with such sincerity—how could he turn his back on someone he rooted for so much in the novel?

“Guess you can’t like me more.”

Kangil was annoyingly perceptive.

Nahyuk replied like an excuse.

“But Kangil… I definitely like you more than I did yesterday.”

Rather than the playful Kangil who chased after interesting things, he preferred this version—the one who shared personal stories and cared for him.

“You know, you talk so vaguely.”

“What? What did I say?”

“You’re saying you like me, but not as much as your ‘favorite’ or whatever. It kind of triggers my competitive side.”

“But didn’t you say the same? That you think about me more than anyone, but you don’t love me?”

Kangil gave a small laugh and ran a hand roughly through his hair, pushing his bangs back.

“If I end up loving you…”

“….”

“Would you like me the most then?”

This time, Nahyuk could answer with certainty.

“Yeah, I think I would.”

Call him inconsistent if they wanted. But Nahyuk, who had always longed for love, felt he could love someone deeply if they loved him first.

He didn’t care who it was—he just wanted to be loved.

“Wildcat, you sound like someone really starved for love.”

“…I guess I am.”

“Good to know.”

And just like that, the conversation fizzled out. They both turned their attention to eating.

Kangil stopped staring at Nahyuk and finally began to eat, as if remembering how hungry he was.

Though he seemed like the type to only eat at elegant, high-end restaurants, he looked oddly fitting peeling shellfish with gloved hands.

But there was nothing off-putting about it. If anything, Kangil looked… cute. There was something uniquely charming about it.

He even placed a freshly peeled piece of shellfish into Nahyuk’s small plate. Nahyuk giggled and ate it—it was the best-tasting clam he’d ever had.

‘This won’t do. I can’t just sit still.’

He hadn’t peeled any shellfish for him, but Nahyuk had something else he wanted to do for Kangil before the day ended.

He stood up, excusing himself to go to the bathroom, and quietly stepped out of the restaurant.

Then, before Kangil could suspect anything and come looking for him, Nahyuk rushed into a nearby convenience store.