RHH | Chapter 5.3

The jealousy he felt when Leehwan left him behind to meet Lucien alone. The joy of finally touching what he had always desired. And the despair of knowing he could never truly have it.

The flood of revived emotions blurred his vision.

The distance between him and Leehwan had narrowed significantly compared to back then. But the fact remained—he still couldn’t fully have him.

Because in the end, Leehwan would return to his own world.

“Mm!”

Absalom swallowed Leehwan’s muffled sound and lunged at him. Leehwan’s eyes widened in surprise at the fierce momentum, but he soon let out a moan and collapsed.

Absalom used his tongue to tease the spots he had learned were particularly sensitive during their previous kisses. Leehwan’s body relaxed softly, unable to withstand Absalom’s intensity, and he slowly tilted backward.

Leehwan opened his eyes the moment his head touched the sheets. Absalom stared intently into Leehwan’s hazy brown eyes, clouded with heat. The reflection of himself in those eyes looked so depraved that Absalom closed his own this time.

Leehwan was someone who had been summoned to this world because of Absalom. The term dimensional travel encompassed countless implications.

Leehwan had lost his family. All the effort he had put into his life up to that point had lost its value overnight. Instead, he was given weapons, hypocrisy, and false affection. How could Absalom even think of stopping him?

If he could, Absalom wanted to follow Leehwan to his world. He mocked himself for even thinking such a thing.

Would Leehwan even want that? After all, Absalom was just a byproduct of this world. From Leehwan’s perspective, he might even be an unwelcome presence. Endless self-loathing gnawed at Absalom.

If only they could become one like this. As their tongues tangled endlessly, Absalom wished he could melt away and be absorbed into Leehwan.

Suddenly, he remembered a time when he had thought something similar.

Dragons were originally beings stripped of desire. It was for the sake of objective observation. So even when Absalom realized he loved Leehwan, he never thought he would feel lust for him.

As if mocking that assumption, Leehwan appeared in Absalom’s dreams that night. In the dream, Absalom thrust his member between Leehwan’s legs and panted like a beast.

When he woke up, Absalom felt a terrible thirst. Even though he should have questioned his identity as a dragon, no thoughts came to mind. Only one thing—he wanted to melt into Leehwan and become one with him, just as he had at the peak of pleasure.

Recalling the sensations from that dream, Absalom breathed heavily. Leehwan then stroked Absalom’s head. Only then did Absalom regain his composure and look down at him.

Leehwan’s lips were swollen and red from Absalom’s relentless sucking and biting. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he panted. The sound of saliva sliding down his throat was surprisingly loud. For a moment, Absalom felt dizzy.

Acting on impulse, Absalom bowed his head again. But Leehwan pushed his forehead away.

“Wait a second. It hurts because you’ve been at it too much.”

“Just a little more. Please? Leehwan, just a little more.”

“…Where did you even learn to act so cute?”

Leehwan sighed and tried to sit up. Absalom quickly climbed on top of him. Now, Leehwan couldn’t go anywhere. A thrill churned warmly in Absalom’s stomach.

Absalom gently kissed the corner of Leehwan’s lips. He felt sorry for the swollen flesh, which even he could tell was painful. At that moment, Leehwan reached down.

“Ah!”

Absalom shuddered and moaned. Leehwan had grabbed him between his legs.

“This has been bothering me for a while now.”

The bulge in his pants hinted at the situation beneath. Leehwan rubbed the fabric with his thumb, and soon, the cloth began to dampen.

Leehwan wondered what Absalom had been thinking, given how dark his expression had become. Absalom clung to him, biting and pulling at his lips while grinding his lower body against him.

Feeling Absalom’s member harden further, Leehwan’s throat dried up. He wished it wasn’t just his thigh but another part moving. So he gripped it, and Absalom reacted sensitively—almost amusingly so. His eyes looked as if he hadn’t even realized what he was doing.

Leehwan caressed the dampened fabric. Absalom bit his lip as his arousal peaked. Seizing the moment, Leehwan sat up.

He undid the knot holding Absalom’s pants and pulled them open. When he slid down the underwear, Absalom’s thick, erect member was revealed. Leehwan gripped it with one hand and stroked it while using the other to remove his own pants.

Perhaps because he was impatient, his fingers fumbled with the strings. He tugged at his pants irritably—until Absalom’s hand touched his.

“Let me…”

Absalom’s face, usually so noble, was flushed red. His blue-green eyes were clouded with unmistakable desire. Just that alone made Leehwan dizzy.

With trembling hands, Absalom undid Leehwan’s pants. His fair, delicate fingers wrapped around Leehwan’s half-hard member. Absalom’s body temperature was high, and even his fingertips were warm. Leehwan let out a soft sigh at the pleasant sensation, and Absalom smiled.

As if returning the favor, Absalom gently rubbed the tip before slowly moving downward. His hand slid up and down the shaft in a slow, teasing motion.

The tantalizing strokes were slow—too slow to satisfy Leehwan’s growing desire. At some point, Leehwan’s hand, which had stilled, began to move again, stimulating Absalom in return. Absalom, who had momentarily stopped breathing, grabbed that hand.

“Let go. Together…!”

Leehwan moaned silently. Absalom’s fingernail had grazed his urethra. Realizing this, Absalom began to touch other sensitive spots. Leehwan forgot about the hand he had been holding—and what he had been trying to do.

The once-cool room was now heated with their heavy breaths. Their skin, slightly taut, was slick with fluid. Leehwan swallowed Absalom’s lips and sucked hard. The pain from his swollen lips was forgotten.

Having been celibate before his regression—first because of his lover, then due to various circumstances—Leehwan felt dizzy from the long-awaited stimulation. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he saw Absalom’s face, drenched in pleasure. He thought he couldn’t get more aroused, but seeing Absalom like this heightened his senses even further.

When Leehwan let out a shallow moan, Absalom’s hand moved faster. Leehwan shuddered, unable to resist the pleasure.

“Do you like it? Huh?” Absalom kept asking, and Leehwan nodded mindlessly. Then Absalom leaned in. The moment his scent hit Leehwan, he came, overtaken by an intense wave of pleasure.

As he trembled from the lingering sensations, he looked at Absalom. Their eyes met, and Leehwan realized Absalom had been watching him the entire time. The thought made his face flush red.

“Don’t look.”

Leehwan muttered and turned away from Absalom. At that moment, a firm push on his shoulders sent him falling backward. Before he could react, Absalom grabbed his member.

“Ah! Rlom! Ah!”

Absalom mercilessly stroked the overly sensitive area that had just climaxed. His hot lips trailed over Leehwan’s ear and down his neck. The intense pleasure bordered on pain. Leehwan, overwhelmed, pushed at Absalom’s shoulders.

“Wait!”

“No.”

Absalom’s voice was tinged with unresolved heat. Leehwan lowered his gaze.

Absalom’s still-erect member twitched, a bead of fluid leaking from the tip. As a man, Leehwan knew how painful it must be. He reached out toward the flushed shaft, but before he could touch it, Absalom grabbed his hand.

“Leehwan…”

Absalom’s other hand slid down Leehwan’s thigh. His fingers, which had been circling Leehwan’s perineum, now teased the entrance—one that had never been used for anything other than excretion. Leehwan knew exactly what Absalom wanted.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. Absalom had rarely asserted his own desires, never once showing stubbornness. In fact, he had never even asked Leehwan not to leave.

He must have thought he couldn’t say it—that he had no right to.

If this was something Absalom wanted, then Leehwan wanted to grant it.

Slowly, Leehwan relaxed his body. Sensing the silent permission, Absalom bit his lip hard. His expression wavered, as if he might cry at any moment, before he leaned down and kissed Leehwan.

Their lips naturally trailed down to Leehwan’s neck. A small sound was heard, and then his shirt fell open. Looking down, he saw his bare chest exposed.

Absalom, having undone Leehwan’s shirt, licked his nipple. The heat of his tongue and breath sent shivers through Leehwan’s skin, teasing the already stiff bud.

The two nubs on his otherwise flat chest—Leehwan never knew he could feel such a strange sensation through them.

He clenched his teeth. If he didn’t, he might make a sound he couldn’t take back.

“There… now… just…!”

“I want to touch you more. Everywhere, leaving nothing behind.”

Absalom tormented Leehwan’s chest with his lips while his hand roamed over his buttocks. The fingers that had been subtly probing his entrance now teased the rim.

Absalom’s fingers were slick with traces of Leehwan’s release, but it wasn’t enough to ease into the tight entrance. After several failed attempts, frustration flickered across his face. Growing impatient, he sat up.

“Rlom?”

Absalom quickly pulled down Leehwan’s pants, which were still bunched around his thighs. When he stripped away the last layer, Leehwan’s long, straight legs were fully revealed.

Absalom pressed his lips to the scar-covered skin, kissing each mark with reverence. Then, unable to resist, he sucked greedily, leaving fresh red stains in his wake. A dizzying sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

He looked down at Leehwan—the man who had entrusted everything to his hands. If he knew what Absalom was about to do, he would surely be horrified.

“I apologize in advance.”

“Did you do something wrong to me?”

Leehwan’s brown eyes narrowed slightly, as if he believed this was merely a continuation of their earlier conversation. The glare in his gaze, paired with his flushed face, was dangerously provocative.

Absalom felt his vision blur.

“Not exactly wrong, but… I don’t think you’d like it.”

“What?”

Instead of answering, Absalom lowered his head.

He spread Leehwan’s firm buttocks, exposing the soft, hidden pink rim. Without hesitation, he dragged his tongue over it, licking greedily.

“Hey, wait—! Rlom! Stop! What are you doing?!”

Absalom’s saliva-soaked tongue pushed into the tight space between Leehwan’s cheeks. Leehwan flinched in surprise, his body jolting, but Absalom firmly grabbed his legs and draped them over his shoulders.

His tongue never stopped moving.

“Rlom! Absalom!”

Leehwan tried to sit up, but Absalom swiftly knelt, lifting his legs, buttocks, and waist along with him.

Leehwan’s gaze, filled with frustration, locked onto Absalom’s. That was his downfall.

Even through the haze of his own arousal, he could see Absalom’s face—lips pressed against his entrance, licking with fervor, as if there was nothing more delicious in the world. His eyes were dark with hunger, his expression utterly lewd.

“Damn it…”

Leehwan covered his eyes.

Leehwan’s member, already sensitive, twitched as Absalom’s lips and breath brushed against his perineum, coaxing out a fresh bead of arousal.

Absalom dipped his fingers into the liquid before pulling his tongue away, revealing the now softened entrance. He pushed a slick finger inside, and this time, it slid in more easily.