The Mist Side Story 6, In Heat - (j)

#Side Story, In Heat - 10

He couldn't understand why he was acting like this. Seung-jo gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Then he began to squeeze and shake his member so vigorously that the hand braced against the wall trembled.

"Hah... haah... huh..."

It didn't take long for the heated thing to start raging and flaring up under the violent movements of his hand. Mindless pleasure exploded in his head, but at the same time, he knew it was something he shouldn't be doing. Seung-jo suppressed his breathing as much as possible while giving a final push with his hand. Soon, as he neared his climax, a fantasy of ecstasy fanning the flames of pleasure arose in his mind.

That fantasy showed Seung-jo himself lifting the blanket of the defenseless, naked, sleeping Mu-heon and violating his body.

'What?!'

Seung-jo's eyes flew open at the absurd fantasy, but by that moment, he had already reached his peak.

"Urgh...! Haah!"

White liquid burst from the tip in his clenched hand. The fluid that spurted out in several bursts fell into the toilet as aimed, making plopping sounds. His whole body trembled as a final hot breath escaped.

Panting heavily, Seung-jo's eyelashes fluttered as he loosened his grip on his member and suddenly cursed.

"Damn it!"

He banged his head against the tile so hard it made a loud thud. Then, hitting his head two, three more times, Seung-jo kept muttering with his eyes wide open.

"It can't be. I, I couldn't possibly..."

But reality hadn't changed. The moment he saw the white clumps floating and spreading on the toilet water in his darkened vision, he suddenly felt unbearably nauseous.

"Urgh!"

Seung-jo covered his mouth and grabbed the toilet, bending over it. As if on cue, vomit immediately gushed out.

A while later, when Seung-jo came out rinsing his mouth, what he saw was Young-ui standing by the door with his arms crossed.

"What."

At Seung-jo's question, his eyes alive with glaring hostility, Young-ui opened his mouth with an indifferent expression.

"What did you do in there?"

"No reason to answer you. Move."

"Why not?"

He didn't want to talk anymore. Seung-jo walked past Young-ui without a word.

"Were you scared?"

At that moment, a low voice was heard.

Seung-jo stopped in his tracks, then took a few more steps forward.

"Or was it disgusting?"

This time it definitely had an effect. Seung-jo clenched his fist, turned around, and growled.

"You, why are you doing this to me?"

However, the moment their glaring eyes met, Seung-jo was left speechless at the unexpected scene. The Young-ui standing there was not the suspicious guy with incomprehensible intentions from before. There was not a trace of amusement to be found on his face, which wore the same expression as Seung-jo.

"I'm the same as you. That's why I disliked you from the start."

That night, meeting a bit earlier in the dining hall, Young-ui muttered with his face hidden in the darkness.

"I've also been in heat for a friend before. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't help being a homo bastard..."

Seung-jo didn't say anything, but Young-ui didn't particularly need a response.

"I told you, didn't I? Do you know what love is? For guys like us, realizing love isn't a joy. It's just a shock."

"I'm."

"If you're going to say you're not that kind of homo like me, give it up now."

Seung-jo wanted to say he wasn't, but those words were immediately intercepted by Young-ui.

"It's better to admit it quickly, even for the other person's sake. Don't irritate people watching by pretending not to know and deceiving yourself."

He felt as if the most intimate part of his heart, hidden even from himself, had been exposed.

Seung-jo panted and punched the wall with his fist. The solid concrete wall didn't make much noise, but the impact was doubly strong. Seung-jo's hand instantly burst open and began to bleed.

"Even if I admit it, what difference does it make?"

His muttered words through gritted teeth were full of hatred.

"What difference does it make if I admit it?"

"At least you can regret it less."

Young-ui answered quietly.

"Whether you know or not, if you're going to regret it later anyway, it's better to regret knowing than not knowing."

Seung-jo lost the energy to be angry anymore.

Next to his bed, which he had staggered back to like a wounded animal, Mu-heon was still sleeping peacefully. It was the first time his friend, sleeping sweetly with a face that clearly showed he had lived the day fully, looked so resentful to him.

Seung-jo blankly reached out and stroked Mu-heon's hair. From long experience, he already knew that Mu-heon slept deeply enough not to wake easily to most external stimuli.

Seung-jo traced his forehead with his fingertips as if drawing a picture, touching his eyebrows, nose, and lips. At the lips, he couldn't bring himself to touch them, fearing his dirty hand would taint Mu-heon, so he only traced around them. At this, the eyelashes of the tightly closed eyes fluttered. It seemed like he might wake, but he didn't.

It was just like their relationship. No matter how much Seung-jo touched and looked at him, Mu-heon wouldn't wake up. Mu-heon would probably never have to feel jealous or worry because of Seung-jo, and all the suffering would be Seung-jo's alone.

'I don't want that.'

Being in heat for his friend was nauseating, but the thought of suffering alone for a lifetime was horrifying even to imagine. He couldn't do that.

Seung-jo boldly slipped his hand under Mu-heon's blanket from his position lying beside him. He touched the chest that was rising and falling warmly with breath. It felt like a dream to be doing this.

As he gently touched with his palm, a small protrusion caught on his finger. He pressed it firmly once with his palm, then released the pressure and moved in circles, causing the protrusion to be softly pressed down and gradually rise.

"Mmm..."

Perhaps feeling ticklish, Mu-heon raised his hand to scratch his chest area before falling back asleep. Seung-jo, smiling with bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep, moved his palm down along the ribs.