Good Night, Brother! - Chapter 6.4 (R19)

“Ah! I never said! Don’t touch there, ah!”

Eunhyun grabbed Yi Hyeon’s wrist, halting him just as it felt like his long fingers were about to press further into that sensitive spot.

“Really? Don’t want me to touch?” Yi Hyeon murmured, his voice dripping with provocation.

Eunhyun clung tightly to the wrist he had caught, his gaze fixed on Yi Hyeon as if trying to gauge the truth in his intentions. His palms were clammy with sweat, and his fingers trembled slightly. He finally broke the tense silence with a hesitant question.

“You… what’s your relationship with that girl?”

Yi Hyeon blinked, momentarily confused, before piecing it together. That girl. The one Eunhyun had mentioned seeing earlier. Realization set in, and a mixture of disbelief and amusement flickered across Yi Hyeon’s face.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about,” he muttered.

“…”

“I’m telling you, we have no relationship. We’re not even friends.”

“…”

“I don’t know anything about her except her name. Honestly, her face isn’t even clear in my memory.”

Despite Yi Hyeon’s straightforward explanation, Eunhyun’s expression remained doubtful, his gaze still sharp as he looked up at him.

“Still don’t believe me? Fine,” Yi Hyeon said with exaggerated seriousness, leaning in closer. “I’ll report her for sexual harassment. She touched my arm without permission, after all.”

“What?!” Eunhyun’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you even talking about?!”

“Why not? That’ll clear things up, won’t it? I’ll gather witnesses from my classmates, pull the CCTV footage…”

“Stop it! That’s enough!”

Even hearing the suggestion made Eunhyun squirm uncomfortably. Knowing Yi Hyeon, it didn’t sound like a joke, it sounded like a real possibility. Before Eunhyun could protest further, Yi Hyeon silenced him with a soft kiss, pressing his lips against Eunhyun’s slightly pouty ones.

“Then drop it… hmm?” he coaxed, pulling back just enough to let his words sink in before leaning in for another gentle peck. “Let’s focus on us instead, okay?”

Another kiss followed, deeper and lingering this time. As Yi Hyeon shifted, the rough fabric of his jeans pressed against Eunhyun’s sensitive lower half, drawing a sharp gasp from him.

“Ah… ngh…” Eunhyun’s protests faded, his hands now clutching tightly at Yi Hyeon’s shirt, the fabric wrinkling under his grip.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yi Hyeon deftly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper and freeing himself. His arousal, fully evident, stood firm and darkened, almost throbbing with pent-up tension.

No more holding back, he thought. The three weeks apart had been torture, and he was long past his breaking point. The sheer need coursing through him demanded release, and every part of him screamed for Eunhyun.

Yi Hyeon lifted one of Eunhyun’s legs, positioning himself instinctively. The action was unrefined, almost primal, as if he were an animal acting on raw instinct. His grip on Eunhyun tightened, and a flush crept up his neck at the sheer vulnerability of the moment.

Eunhyun squirmed, his breaths coming in sharp gasps as he felt the press of Yi Hyeon’s heat against him.

“Wait, it won’t fit, it’s too much!” Eunhyun cried out, his voice tinged with panic.

“You didn’t take care of yourself while I was gone? Not even once?” Yi Hyeon growled softly, his voice low and rough.

“I didn’t ! I didn’t touch it at all!”

“Really?” Yi Hyeon’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he supported Eunhyun’s weight effortlessly, holding him securely while pulling him closer. “Then let me fix that.”

Eunhyun clung to Yi Hyeon desperately, his arms wrapped around his neck and his legs trembling as they locked around his waist. His back pressed against the cool door as Yi Hyeon’s hand slid down, gripping his thighs firmly. With a slow, deliberate motion, Yi Hyeon aligned himself, teasingly nudging against the taut entrance.

“Ah, it won’t go, don’t, please!” Eunhyun pleaded breathlessly, shaking his head as his body quivered under the overwhelming sensation.

Despite Eunhyun’s protests, his body responded instinctively, yielding ever so slightly. The faint resistance melted away as Yi Hyeon pressed forward, his breath hitching as he felt the familiar warmth envelop him. It was intoxicating, almost too much to bear.

“You’re doing so well you always take me so perfectly,” Yi Hyeon murmured, his voice heavy with desire. His hands moved to cradle Eunhyun’s trembling form, supporting him as he began to move.

The soft, wet sounds of their movements filled the space, interspersed with the sharp rhythm of their breaths. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, each motion drawing them deeper into one another, both physically and emotionally.

Eunhyun whimpered, his hands sliding up to tangle in Yi Hyeon’s hair as the sensations coursed through him.

“Yi Hyeon, too much ngh, I—”

“Just let go, Hyung,” Yi Hyeon murmured, his tone laced with both tenderness and hunger. “I’ve got you. I always will.”

With each thrust, Eunhyun’s back collided against the metal door, producing rhythmic, muffled thuds. His tightly shut eyes brimmed with tears, and drool slipped from his slackened mouth, soaking Yi Hyeon’s shirt. The fluids spilling from their joined bodies left visible stains on Eunhyun’s pants.

“Hyung, it feels good, doesn’t it? Your body’s going crazy for me.”

“Ah, ngh, it doesn’t! I don’t like it!”

That’s a lie. I do like it. I love having sex with Jeong Yi Hyeon.

Even as he voiced his denial, Eunhyun’s body betrayed him. The stubbornness in his response made Yi Hyeon smile softly. Leaning closer, he whispered huskily into Eunhyun’s ear.

“Liar. You love it.”

“No, no, I don’t, ngh…”

Eunhyun pressed his sweat-soaked forehead against Yi Hyeon’s shoulder, shaking his head weakly.

What Eunhyun didn’t realize was that his body had already given him away. The moment he became aware of his feelings, Yi Hyeon felt them too. The chemical signals Eunhyun unconsciously released were raw and unfiltered, conveying truths no words could mask.

Yi Hyeon lowered his lips to Eunhyun’s ear, speaking in a voice thick with emotion. “Hyung,  you love me too, don’t you?”

“What?! That’s ridiculous, I, ah ngh…”

Yes, I do. I love you. I’ve always loved you.

Even now, Eunhyun remained oblivious to the confessions his pheromones carried. It was so quintessentially Eunhyun clumsy and endearing in his denial. Yi Hyeon placed tender kisses on Eunhyun’s temple, his hairline, and just behind his ear, each touch filled with quiet affection. The weight of Eunhyun’s unspoken confession was a gift Yi Hyeon had long awaited, and his chest tightened with overwhelming emotion.

“I love you too, Hyung. So much…”

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