Sin ||KookV||

17

CW: NSFW

It was raining outside. I only found it noisy, like the dirty water splashing onto the balcony was all pattering against my heart.

Hyung saying that was really pointless. He was like a scumbag who just pulled up his pants and left after a one-night stand. Based on my understanding of my hyung, he had definitely done this many times before, just that he never told me. He was good-looking and had money and status. I reckoned that all the men and women he had favoured before all saw sleeping with him as their honour. Those who wanted resources got resources, and those who wanted money got money. Later, if my hyung stuffed a credit card into my underwear, I'd smack him upside down.

My hyung saw me zoning out, so he released his grip and asked me, "Have you been short of money lately? I just sent you some pocket money electronically."

I turned and pressed his head against the railing.

Astonished and wronged, he turned his head to look at me, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Come here." I dragged him onto the bed and hooked my arm around his neck from behind, locking it in place as my right hand rapidly undid his belt and pulled off his pants.

"Hyung, I hate this side of you the most, when you use the type of lukewarm relationship you keep with your illicit lovers to deal with me. You're like a sissy like this, and sissies have to be fucked."

He was wearing a shirt with two popped-off buttons, his tie loosely slung over his shoulder while his pants had been pulled off by me such that they were hanging off one foot. I pulled his legs apart and lay on his body, pressing down on him.

My hyung was surprised for about two seconds, then his expression turned sly and composed. He leaned against the head of the bed as his leather shoes hung lasciviously from his feet, like how high heel shoes hung from the toes of prostitutes in black stockings at nightclubs.

"You want to top me? Can you? Your hair down there hasn't even grown completely."

As he spoke, hot air fanned my face. My cheeks warmed and I used both my hands to hold his wrists in place so that he had no way to resist.

Why did people only have two hands? Now I had no way of taking off my pants. When my hyung fucked me, which hand did he use to take off his pants?

He laughed, revealing two misbehaved canine teeth, "I'll teach you; use one hand to hold me down and the other to take off your pants, then stroke your cock with lube until it's hard and fuck me."

Just by hearing him say that, I couldn't help but get hard and my breathing lost its rhythm, hot and heavy. I had never looked at my hyung from this sort of towering perspective before. The corners of his eyes were curved and perked up, and when he smiled they looked like the flowing water in a stream. I supposed that when he cried, it would be like a sky of stars falling into the sea. I wanted to carve my name on his eyes, turn him into a specimen and lock him in a safe so everyone could admire his beauty while he only belonged to me.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck and kissed a trail from my collarbone to my jaw, silently arousing my desire. He only left a string of light red marks that would fade quickly.

My hyung left a wet kiss on the corner of my lips. Beside my ear, he asked in a thick and languid voice, "Have I ever said that your ass is really perky?"

I stiffened for a moment, then angrily switched from two hands holding him down to one hand. Unexpectedly, one hand couldn't hold him back at all and he immediately flipped over and pressed me down beneath his body. His left hand was like an iron clamp holding my wrists above my head as he nimbly pulled off my shirt and pants. He squeezed his body into the space between my legs and lubed up his huge red cock until it was hard and thrust it into my hole. The entire bedroom echoed with my screams.

My hyung slowed his movements down and licked my neck and nipples like he was lapping at his prey. His cock ground against the most sensitive spot inside me. I couldn't hold back my moans, so he stifled them with his mouth.

"Taehyung," he called me as he fucked my hole.

I was being filled up until I couldn't even form a complete sentence, so I could only moan in response.

My hyung's gaze looked a bit dismal as he asked me, "Are you willing to let me fuck you for a lifetime?"

How could I admit that I was willing?

The light in the bedroom wasn't on and the dim glow of the corridor light illuminated our bodies. Outside the window, the rain was gradually getting heavier, drumming against the glass. In the room, there was only the sound of two men's heavy panting and the sound of a pelvis slapping skin.

When he fucked me, it wasn't strange for him to say some dirty things, but I had never heard him say something like this.

He continued, "If Taehyung doesn't like it, then hyung will do it just this one last time, alright? Let me have my fill."

My hyung's gaze on me became more and more obsessive and crazy. On this day, he actually lost control and fucked me until I bled. I saw the blood on the sheets and thought this fucking brute had fucked my hole until it split. I was so frightened that a layer of cold sweat covered me and I couldn't help but want to kick the violent pervert off me.

"Don't move so much, be a good boy." He turned me over and slapped my ass. Sharp slaps fell on my ass again and again, painful and humiliating. After ten or so slaps, my ass was swollen and felt like it was on fire.

He tormented me for more than four hours. During that time, if he wasn't fucking me he was biting me; my nipples, waist, cock, hole, ass and even thighs were all red.

I begged for forgiveness, limp in his chest and spasming slightly. It seemed like he was abusing me. I faintly knew that my hyung had some violent inclinations, but he had never shown them to me. Today, he made me very scared. Not the literal meaning of scared, but more like he had awakened the fear at the bottom of my heart that I had felt in my childhood. But he had always played the role of my saviour, so even if I was scared, I still wanted to hide in his chest to feel safe. I was used to it already.

He lowered his head and kissed my eyes, helplessly coaxing me, "Taehyung cries so much, I'm sorry, darling."

I wanted to push this brute away, but he hugged me even tighter.

The rain outside the window was accompanied by a sudden clap of thunder that shook the tree leaves. A bolt of lightning illuminated the pitch-dark bedroom. I couldn't see anything, but the same blood that flowed in our bodies let me feel through his skin that there was a stifled pain in my hyung's heart.

Actually, I loved him dearly too.

Soon, the bedroom returned to darkness. I tiredly looked for his hand in the dim light. At the base of his ring finger, I used my fingernail to break the skin and carve out a curved, red mark to act as a ring.

"...Why don't we just...date then, you old pervert."