Passion: Suite

“Today really isn’t like you at all… But no, I want to.”
Taeui clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. In an instant, he sank onto him fully and let out a short groan.
The shaft plunged deeper, spreading him wide inside until it settled as deeply as before. Ilrey’s testicles brushed the entrance, nearly gulping him down.
“Taei.”
“…Just a moment.”
Without opening his eyes, Taeui murmured. His vision darkened, and breath caught in his throat. He knew within seconds sight and breath would return, but now he felt he would faint if he moved.
Perhaps I overdid it today… A flicker of regret passed, but at the same time he felt a strange relief as he sensed every pulse of Ilrey’s heartbeat within him.
“We still have training tomorrow. Will you be all right?”
Ilrey spoke in such uncharacteristic concern. At last Taeui opened his eyes and looked down. Smiling through sweat, he muttered maliciously.
“So… shall we stop here?”
“…That would hurt a bit.”
Ilrey chuckled. Right? Who cares, thought Taeui, and he leaned forward, pulling Ilrey’s throat to meet his lips again.
He’d known it would be burdensome, yet he wanted this—to merge his body with Ilrey’s, to feel that vital warmth more vividly.
As he moved, the shaft shifted and pressed against him. Instinctively he tightened around it, and Ilrey frowned slightly, gripping Taeui’s hips.
“Don’t hold back so much, Taei. Since we’re here, I want to take our time tonight and enjoy it fully.”
“……Yeah. Fine. But give me a little time to catch my breath.”
Recalling many nights spent savoring each other slowly, Taeui added with a hint of worry: though he was prepared for tomorrow’s aches, staying up all night like this might be tough.
No—no matter. Right now the moment itself is all I want.
Taeui lifted slightly. He felt the shaft slip back just enough—sending a shiver through him and a low moan escaping between his lips.
Ilrey’s hand held Taeui’s waist firmly, as though securing him in place. Taeui gently brushed the hand away.
“…”
Their eyes met: Ilrey looked up at him from beneath, gaze alight with desire—wanting him, unable to bear not having him, as though he’d devour him whole.
Meeting that look, Taeui realized his own eyes must mirror the same hunger.
“….”
He began to thrust. The full girth pressed clearly against him, filling him completely. Taeui’s gaze dropped downward.
It was amazing: though it wasn’t yet time for release, the crushing fullness deep inside left him breathless, yet his own shaft stood at attention too, droplets of pre–cum shining at its tip.
Perhaps it was excitement for what lay ahead: the storm of pleasure that would overwhelm his senses—if such savage sensation could be called pleasure.

“…If we’re going to die anyway, I’d like it to be together.”
Taeui whispered, and Ilrey laughed low in response. His grip tightened.
“In that case, I’ll make sure of it—so we die as one.”
Slowly, the spark of sensation ignited within them both.
 
‘Though we were not born of the same day at the same hour, may we die together on the same day at the same hour…’
Taeui found himself murmuring lines from a book he’d picked up earlier—left on the terrace by Kyle. He’d been dozing in the sun when he idly opened the German text, only to recognize the passage and think, Ah, the Oath of the Peach Garden. He marveled that this classic had long existed in German translation.
’What is this? An oath to die together—like a marriage vow?’
At that moment Ilrey came out soaking wet, toweling his hair. Taeui tucked the book back to protect it from the sprinkling water and glared.
’Such ominous words… It’s the brotherhood oath. Haven’t you read Romance of the Three Kingdoms?’
’Ah… the part where three men swear a vow that even bride and groom wouldn’t make.’
‘….’
Taeui, both moved and amused by the sentiment, set the book on the table. If Kyle had seen it, he’d have raged at the sacrilege.
’What’s the point of an unfulfilled oath? Or is it a vow that if one dies, the others follow?’
Ilrey shrugged, picked up the book without drying his hands, and flipped pages with little interest. (Taeui imagined Kyle’s future outraged shriek.)
Taeui, unmoved by the idea of self–immolation rituals, smirked.
‘Still—so romantic. I quite like that part, the Peach Garden Oath.’
Ilrey hummed and scanned the opening lines, then looked at Taeui.
‘Would you live that way?’
‘Well, maybe not abandon my life for it, but to think one might find someone worthy of a life–binding oath—wouldn’t that be fortune?’
Taeui picked up the beer can nestled among the tree roots. Ilrey nodded, and after a few pages his eyes curved into a sly smile.
‘Then shall we try it?’
‘Huh?’
‘I see Peter’s planted a peach tree in the courtyard over there.’
Ilrey nodded toward the hidden tree. Taeui looked, then chuckled, and soon they both laughed at the absurd suggestion: erecting an altar with black ox and white horse. He stretched, thinking an idle afternoon spent joking wasn’t so bad.
Then something caught Taeui’s eye.
‘…But first.’
His calm smile vanished as he turned away, muttering.
‘Over your shoulder, Kyle’s standing in the courtyard, stunned by the sodden book you hold.’
Ilrey turned to look. There stood Kyle, dumbfounded at the sight of the book in Ilrey’s hands—unaware that somewhere a brotherhood oath might be costing someone their life.
 
It felt heavy.
Awakening, Taeui saw Ilrey lying atop him, weight pressing down, and he breathed deeply. With each breath, Ilrey’s body rose and fell against him.
“Good that you didn’t have nightmares….”
He wondered if Ilrey had slept well despite his claims of restless sleep. Taeui rotated his head to peek at Ilrey’s face: peaceful, not twisted in a nightmare. Perhaps his sleep had improved.
Taeui sighed, stroking Ilrey’s bare back.
Yet it was heavy. Could he shift off him? Or roll so Ilrey lay atop him—at least it wouldn’t feel so stifling, though it might wake Ilrey.
He considered, then decided to leave it. It was uncomfortable but not unbearable. Yet beyond that…
“…”
His back ached. His posture cramped. Then a realization hit him:
“…You didn’t pull out…!”
Taeui’s eyes snapped open.
Spread frog–legged beneath Ilrey, they remained joined. Though sensation was dulled from lingering fullness, every slight shift sent discomfort and wet stickiness through him.
And now, in the morning glow, Ilrey’s still–half–erect length remained inside him. Taeui stared, mouth agape.
You should’ve at least cleaned up! If I’d lost consciousness, you’d wake to a mess! Even if I accepted the hardship for today, this is too much!
He half–formed curses at the peaceful Ilrey’s face, then paused—couldn’t bring himself to yell. Instead, he sighed heavily.
He glanced at the clock above: still hours before the day’s work began. Considering he’d last checked around four a.m., he’d only slept two or three hours.
Despite sleep deprivation and aching body, he’d endure today.
He closed his eyes once more. Today was the last weekday: training theory on Saturday, but practical drills ended today. After fifteen grueling days, the end and his feud with Ilrey too.
“…”
Taeui tilted his head and /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ studied Ilrey.
“For an inhuman creature, you know how to weaken a person’s heart….”
Seeing the tape on Ilrey’s shoulders, Taeui clicked his tongue and stroked the tendered skin.
He felt odd—like he’d dreamt a long dream. Snatches of Ilrey’s solemn gaze as he pled to stay by his side, the twisted demand to promise eternal presence, the murmur of nightmares—these memories surfaced one by one.
“…”
He never imagined Ilrey Regrow had enough humanity to fear loss. Perhaps his own inhumanity had crept in unnoticed.
He couldn’t name this feeling. Happy wasn’t right. Closer to joy than sorrow, but still not fitting. It was more tender, poignant, proud—a mix of indescribable emotions.
Taeui let his gaze roam over Ilrey’s features: thick brows, straight nose, full lips, strong lines softened by fallen hair.
“…Even though you’re handsome enough to make one fall in love at first sight….”
What a mess his thoughts were, Taeui scolded himself. (Uncle and others would say, “Of course he’s not ugly, but falling in love at first sight? You’re blinded.”)
At that moment, he saw Ilrey’s lips twitch in his sleep.
“…Hey. If you’re awake, open your eyes.”