Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Si woo

I burst out laughing, couldn’t help it, the sight of him so pissed off but so horny he was jerking off against the door, it was hilarious and hot all at once. “Oh my god, Ye-jun, really? Right here? You can’t even wait?”

He snapped his eyes open, yanking his hand out, face burning red with shame and anger. “Fuck you! This is your fault!” he yelled, pushing past me, but I grabbed his arm, spinning him around, pulling him close. “Yeah, it is, and look at you, so needy you can’t keep your hands off yourself. Pathetic, huh?” I said it with a smirk, but there was this undercurrent of something darker, like I hated how much I loved seeing him break like this. He tried to pull away, but his body leaned into me instead, a soft whimper escaping. “Stop… please, just stop talking like that.”

But I didn’t, I stepped back instead, yanking my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside, flexing a little just to show off my chest, the muscles I’d worked hard for, knowing it would drive him crazier.

“What, this bothering you? My body making it worse?” I ran a hand down my abs, watching his eyes follow it, his breathing hitching. “Si-woo, don’t,” he begged, but he didn’t look away, couldn’t, his hand twitching like he wanted to touch me or himself again. “Come on, admit it, you want this, even if you’re mad,” I teased, stepping closer, pressing my bare chest against him, feeling him shiver.

“No, I… I hate you right now,” he whispered, but his hands came up, fingers tracing my skin despite himself, and he groaned in frustration. “See? Hornier already,” I laughed, grabbing his waist, pulling him flush against me, grinding a little. “Fuck, Ye-jun, you’re so easy when you’re like this.”

He shoved me back hard, surprising me with the burst of strength, eyes tearing up now, angry and sad all mixed. “Easy? You think this is easy? You drug me and then mock me? You’re a monster!” His voice rose, cracking, and he turned away, wiping at his eyes, shoulders shaking.

It hit me then, that sadness in him, making my chest tighten, but I pushed it down, laughing it off. “Monster? Nah, just a guy who knows what you need better than you do.” He spun back, punching my arm weakly. “I need you to leave me alone!” But even as he said it, his hand lingered, sliding down my chest, and he cursed under his breath, pulling away again, heading for the door once more.

This time I let him unlock it, curious what he’d do, and he bolted out, stumbling down the hall, holding onto the wall for support, his steps uneven from the dizziness and the ache between his legs.

I followed, chuckling, keeping my voice low so Mom and dad wouldn’t hear. “Where you going, huh? Gonna run away from how horny you are?” He shot me a glare over his shoulder, but didn’t stop, making it to the stairs, gripping the railing tight. “Shut up, I’m just… I need something cold, milk or whatever, to cool down.” I snorted, trailing after him, shirtless, not caring.

“Milk? Oh that’s rich, Ye-jun, the only milk you’re getting tonight is mine, you know that, right?” He froze halfway down the stairs, turning to look at me, face a mess of anger and that desperate horniness, and I couldn’t help but laugh harder. “Yeah, laugh it up, asshole, but I’m not touching you, no way.” But his eyes dropped to my crotch, lingering, and he bit his lip, turning away fast, hurrying the rest of the way down.

I leaned over the railing, watching him head for the kitchen, still laughing to myself because damn, this was too perfect, him trying so hard to escape but we both knew he’d be back, begging soon enough.

I missed this version of myself so much.

“Go on, get your milk, but when that doesn’t help, you know where to find me!” I called after him, voice mocking, and he flipped me off without looking back, but his shoulders were tense, body trembling with need. Man, the way he was fighting it, it was almost sad, made my dick twitch, mostly just amused in that fucked-up way, because deep down, this was us, this chaos, this push and pull that always ended the same.

He disappeared into the kitchen, and I heard the fridge open, the clink of a glass, and I just stood there, grinning, waiting for the inevitable crash when the milk did nothing for that fire I lit in him. “Poor baby,” I muttered to myself, “thinking dairy’s gonna save you from my cum.” It was hilarious, really, how delusional he was being, but also kinda heartbreaking, seeing him so weak and horny and mad, tears probably still in his eyes. I almost felt bad, almost wanted to go down and apologize, but nah, the game was on, and I was winning.

Ye-jun poured the milk with shaking hands, spilling some on the counter, cursing loud enough for me to hear, and I chuckled again, leaning against the wall upstairs, arms crossed over my bare chest. “Having trouble there?” I yelled down, and he shouted back immediately, “Fuck off, Si-woo!” But his voice was breathy, needy, and it only made me laugh more.

He gulped it down fast, like it was gonna quench that thirst, but I knew better, knew it’d just sit in his stomach while the heat kept building, making him throb harder. “How’s that milk tasting? Not as good as what I got for you, huh?” I taunted, and he slammed the glass down, storming back to the stairs, but stopping at the bottom, looking up at me with those wide, desperate eyes.

“You’re disgusting,” he said, but he didn’t move, just stood there, hand gripping the banister, knuckles white, and I could see him shifting his weight, trying to ease the ache. “Disgusting? Me? You’re the one who can’t stop staring at my dick,” I shot back, flexing my hips a little just to tease, and he groaned, turning away, but not before I saw the fresh flush on his face.

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