I Became a Monster in a T*ash Game

Joo-o spent exactly forty-eight minutes washing—no, playing—in the bath. At last he emerged, wrapped in the fluffy robe, trembling slightly. His face was flushed, as though he’d soaked in hot water for ages.
He waddled back to the bed like a white-furred animal, moist and soft against Muhae’s side. Muhae, pretending to examine his pad, flinched.
“Going to sleep?”
“Mm… not yet.”
“Then watch TV.”
“Mm-hm.”
Joo-o’s expression was vague, as if something was still unsatisfied. His gaze drifted to the back of Muhae’s hand. He wanted to be touched. His eyes said so without opening his mouth.
“After everything you’ve done, what do you want?” Muhae grumbled, but reached out his hand.
At the noodle shop, Joo-o had caused a stir yet behaved himself; with the researcher, he’d been surprisingly well-mannered after his little regression. So Muhae could at least stroke his hair.
The instant Muhae’s hand touched him, Joo-o let ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) out a short laugh—“Huh”—and his face lit with satisfied joy.
“Your face, too.”
Joo-o murmured, and Muhae ran his palm over his warm cheek.
“I like being with you, Jin Muhae.”
Joo-o beamed and squeezed his eyes shut. Every time Joo-o was that honest, Muhae felt a tickle deep in his chest—somewhere around his sternum. Yet he felt remarkably calm, as if he could endure whatever annoyance came their way. For a moment, Muhae felt generous, listening to every little thing Joo-o said.
“I like you, Jin Muhae.”
“Not the bathtub?”
“I like you more.”
Stubbornly, Joo-o rubbed his forehead against Muhae’s robe. The tickle of bare hair on bare skin and the sweet scent warmed Muhae’s neck. Suddenly, Joo-o was curled up in his arms, clinging to him like a little koala against the headboard.
“Don’t cling so close.”
Muhae tried to sound calm, but Joo-o hadn’t bothered with underwear again. Each time he moved, a glimpse of smooth skin showed. When the petals of pink—Joo-o’s nipples—brushed against Muhae’s robe, Muhae’s gaze snapped there.
‘…Damn.’
He hadn’t planned that; it reminded him of when he’d touched Joo-o’s chest before and Joo-o had gasped with pleasure.
‘Shit.’
His mind, once full of that mysterious researcher, sprinted off into lewd thoughts. Those tantalizing nipples looked like they wanted to be squeezed. Damn it—this was going to be a bad habit. Unaware of Muhae’s turmoil, Joo-o chuckled quietly.

Gritting his teeth, Muhae resisted, then involuntarily grazed Joo-o’s waist.
“Mmngh.”
Rubbing just inside the robe, Joo-o buried himself deeper against Muhae. At the same moment, Muhae’s own lower body pressed firmly against him.
“Stop rubbing there.”
Muhae pointed out calmly, but it was too late—every hair on his body had already stood on end. He hadn’t expected this in a strange city. His lower belly stiffened.
“Don’t you wear clothes?”
As Joo-o squirmed, the loose robe fell open along his leg. Against Muhae’s underwear was the smooth, hairless plane of Joo-o’s groin.
Remembering that made Muhae’s head snap back. Against his will, he caressed that soft flesh, moving his Adam’s apple.
He could feel the weighty excitement growing below. Joo-o was aroused—and that fact alone ignited him.
“Why… are you getting me hard?” Muhae raised an eyebrow.
Joo-o’s reddened eyes drooped in delight at that stern look.
“I don’t know.”
He muttered, pulling Muhae’s robe open. Before Muhae could stop him, Joo-o pressed his cheek against Muhae’s chest.
“I like you, Jin Muhae. That’s why this happened.”
His muffled confession was earnest and oddly amusing. Only in front of him did Muhae’s patience crack. As Muhae resumed stroking his waist, Joo-o moaned and began rubbing his hips.
“Keep touching me?”
At last he asked softly. Muhae nodded.
“Where?”
“Here… mmngh.”
Joo-o guided Muhae’s hand to his chest. He was oblivious to shame by now. Muhae, pretending not to understand, toyed with the areola and let out a wry smile.
Joo-o pouted, teasing him as though fully aware. Then, as if in revenge, he tightened his legs around Muhae. The robe slipped aside, pressing Muhae’s lower body harder against him, sending a jolt of pleasure up both their spines.
“Don’t… press so hard.”
A shiver of sensation ran along Muhae’s back. He’d gone easy on Joo-o before, but not expecting this, his senses flared. Usually Muhae was the active one—touching, pressing, slipping his cock between those thighs. Had Joo-o thought that an act of kindness? His eyes glowed with feverish heat as he sought more contact.
Joo-o shrugged off the robe, every knot of red flesh falling into Muhae’s hands.
“We’re leaving early tomorrow.”
“Not true.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you didn’t pack my things in advance, Jin Muhae.”
With bleary eyes, Joo-o delivered that clever comeback. Muhae had considered appeasing him, but now he was sure: this was Joo-o’s fault. He’d lured Muhae in first. Rationalizing in one smooth flow, Muhae’s hand drifted lower.
As he toyed with Joo-o’s hardened peak, Joo-o arched his back with a cry—“Hekk…” His red lips glistened with saliva.
“Such a good smell.”
Joo-o murmured, pressing his mouth to Muhae’s neck. He’d been nibbling lightly, but suddenly shuddered and stopped. A warm, slick fluid poured over Muhae’s front. True to form, it was a copious, impatient release.
“So strong a scent…”
Half-dazed, Joo-o nuzzled Muhae’s collarbone, then slowly lowered his head. His gaze slid past the waistband to Muhae’s cock, and a hot breath brushed it.
“Joo-o.”
Muhae remembered the time he’d shoved his cock down Joo-o’s throat and regretted it. Since then, Joo-o often opened his mouth expectantly. Muhae had tried to refuse, but Joo-o never took the hint. Admittedly, the memory of that warm, slick mouth had its allure.
As Muhae hesitated, Joo-o, like a beast, clamped his lips around Muhae’s briefs. After a few licks, he yanked the elastic with his teeth. With a pop, Muhae’s ready cock sprang free.
“Is… it okay…?” Joo-o stammered.
Before Muhae could answer, the warm, pulsing flesh enveloped him. An intense wave of pleasure hit him so hard his vision blurred white. A wet, slurping sound echoed in his ears. It was astonishing—Joo-o swallowed every inch with that small mouth.
As Muhae exhaled roughly and pressed Joo-o’s head down, Joo-o moaned, sliding farther into his throat. He’d claimed he hated being choked, yet there he was.
“That’s enough… don’t make me harder.”
Now Muhae was giving orders, thrusting slowly. It was extreme, but his reason faltered. He simply cherished the heated face and stroked gently.
“Mmm.”
Then, as Joo-o’s throat tightened around him, white sparks danced before Muhae’s eyes. With a cry, Muhae grabbed Joo-o’s hair, and a thick flood spilled into Joo-o’s throat.
Joo-o’s pale fingers trembled at the peak. It was disgustingly fast.
“That’s enough, hmph… stop.”
Joo-o swallowed without coughing and rolled his tongue under Muhae’s spent cock.
The intense sensation made Muhae recoil, pulling his lower body back. Yet despite that, his cock twitched erect again, thick and rigid. He wanted to flip Joo-o over anywhere and thrust—delaying everything, rubbing that soft skin…
“Mm. Jin Muhae.”
But Joo-o’s smooth voice calmed him. Unlike his cheeky comebacks, this tone was so gentle Muhae couldn’t bring himself to frighten him.
“Get up.”
So instead of pinning him down, Muhae lifted Joo-o and set him astride his lap.
“I’ll touch you, too.”
“Okay.”
Joo-o’s face lit up as if he’d won a prize.