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Ilay had suspicions that he was being drugged the moment he took a swig of the beer offered to him, but this was Taeui—there wasn't much this guy could do to him, so he simply wanted to see where this was going. Waking up bound to the bed was new, but not exactly frightening. Even when Taeui tried to look smug and in control, Ilay could see the fear behind his eyes, making him almost feel at ease—that is until Taeui started talking.
"I don't think it's fair that I'm the only one being used."
Ilay never considered Taeui felt that way. As far as he knew, Taeui seemed into it. Mostly. Well, he did complain about pain, but that's normal. Ilay is well endowed, but his brief sex partners never complained this much about the pain. After a few thrusts, they'd be moaning in ecstasy to the point of annoying him at how obnoxious it sounded. He always assumed they were faking it to keep him from lashing out at their complaints, which is fine by him. They still came, and so did he, so why is this such a big deal?
But used? Ilay didn't use Taeui. Yeah, okay, he was in pain, but that doesn't mean he used him. Multiple times, Taeui said to "do whatever you want." Is that not consent?
Maybe that's what pisses him off more. He's not exactly bothered when Taeui pulls his hardened cock from his pants—he's turned on for a reason. Watching the man above strip and grind his cock against his stomach would turn anyone on. No, he's bothered by the reason. Taeui is enacting some kind of revenge fantasy developed after Ilay first fucked him, using his body as he claimed Ilay did to him.
"I'm gonna make myself feel better one last time."
Taeui is leaving in an hour, and Ilay has no idea why. He'll have a new identity and disappear off the face of the planet, mocking Ilay that he won't be able to catch him and rip him to shreds. At first, that is what Ilay wanted to do. Images of pinning Taeui down and strangling that pretty neck of his until he stopped kicking popped into his head, carving into his beautiful skin and plucking his eyes out until he was begging him to stop. So many options, and yet, they don't linger.
As Ilay watches Taeui grind their cocks together, his cheeks flushed and lashes fluttering, his anger dissipates bit by bit, but not disappearing. When Taeui brushes their lips together, Ilay tilts his head up enough to kiss him, enjoying the way he shudders above him as their tongues eagerly slide together. Ilay's fists clench where they're bound to the mattress, and he forces his lower half to remain still despite the friction rubbing so deliciously against his bound cock. He's upset Taeui decided to bind the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming, but he'll get him back for that eventually.
That is if he plays his cards right.
Taeui moans into his mouth when his hips jerk sharply, releasing all over Ilay's stomach and cock when he finally reaches that high he so desperately craved. His gaze is hazy when he sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand lazily, and Ilay simply watches him—watches the way his chest heaves, the way his spent cock twitches over his own, and the way his soft lips part as he breathes through it. Desire surges through Ilay, nearly smothering his displeasure with Taeui's actions. If this wasn't some revenge plot against him, he would've definitely enjoyed this more.
"So then…" he hums, voice low and deadly, "from the very beginning, everything you did was with the intention to leave, huh?"
The haze in Taeui's eyes clears, and his satisfied expression turns sour instantly. "Obviously. I do value my own life, you know," he murmurs, reaching down to stroke Ilay's cheek. Before he can utter his name, Taeui reels back and slaps Ilay hard across the cheek, startling the man below him. Taeui grits his teeth, his hands trembling as Ilay slowly looks up at him again. "The first time we did it, I had to grit my teeth so hard because of the pain." His breath hitches, and Ilay watches silently as tears form in the corners of Taeui's eyes. "Yet, the very next day, when you spoke to me like nothing had happened, do you know how much I despised you to death?"
Despised? To death?
Taeui scoffs, looking away sharply. He takes a deep breath before he climbs off of Ilay, leaving him where he's bound to the bed as he grabs a towel to clean himself off. "I hope you and I never cross paths again, you piece of shit."
Ilay's brain is running a mile a minute, calculating his choices in navigating Taeui's confusing emotions. This doesn't seem right. There's more to this, isn't there? Taeui isn't just mad about that night Ilay must've taken it too far—he's mad about something else Ilay did. What did he do to warrant this reaction?
Threatening will get him nowhere. Taeui seems too at ease for it to work, even if he flinches every time Ilay utters a word. He's at the disadvantage here. If he could just get out of these handcuffs…
As Taeui tugs on his jeans, Ilay lets out an annoyed huff. "I don't recall acting like nothing happened." Taeui stiffens, turning to look down at him with a surprised frown. "In fact, I took the time to clean you after you woke up. I even held myself back from taking you again because you claimed to be in so much pain. How is that acting like nothing happened, Jeong Taeui?"
He doesn't react when Taeui marches back over to him, his eyes wide with fury and fists shaking at his sides. "I didn't want it in the first place! I would've been inclined to let it go because you were so out of it, but no! You didn't even fucking apologize!" Ilay's brows raise in surprise, and Taeui laughs bitterly as he runs his hands through his hair, gripping his locks as irritation flashes across his face. "Then you had the gall to mock me, and look me in the eyes saying 'I like you' when I knew you didn't mean it. It made me realize what a selfish piece of shit you are, and that you think I can be so easily appeased like some fucking toy."
There it is.
"You know…" Taeui breathes, no longer looking at Ilay. He's fumbling with a bottle he pulled from his pocket, and Ilay recognizes the smell of chloroform. "I just might've liked you… more than I thought I did."
Ilay remembers that night. As he grinded their cocks together between Taeui's plush thighs, Taeui had asked him if he liked him. Ilay found the idea so ridiculous, he couldn't help but laugh. Ilay has never exactly liked anyone, and Taeui isn't even his type, but there's something about him that keeps Ilay wanting to poke him just a little more, craving to know what makes him tick. That's the closest thing to romantic feelings he has ever felt. He didn't exactly consider Taeui truly liked him the way the words meant, especially since he never implied as such.
"Who says I didn't mean it?" Ilay says carefully.
Taeui looks surprised for a moment, but he quickly shakes his head with a scoff. "A monster like you could never like someone."
"You don't know that," Ilay hums, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh. "I've had a lot of sexual partners throughout the years, but as I've told you before, I never had the same one twice. Even the ones I worked with—never again. But you…" he says slowly, looking back at Taeui, "I can't quite stop pursuing you. If that's not liking someone, then maybe I don't know what it means to do so."
He has to keep himself from smirking as he watches Taeui's face twist in shock, knowing instantly he has him wrapped around his finger. He glances at the bound hand closest to Taeui, tugging at it half-heartedly. "I'm not mad. I can almost understand your actions today, so I'm willing to let it go. That is… if you untie me first."
Taeui's face twitches, and he looks almost confused when he takes a step back. "No way. You're lying."
"Am I? Eventually, I'll be free. Even if you disappear, I'll still find you," Ilay tells him, his eyes narrowing. "I like you too much to let you go just like that. I can't quite decide how to handle these new feelings… Why not give me a hand, hm?"
"I know what you're doing," Taeui hisses, but Ilay sees his steeled expression falter. "You don't like me. You just want to strangle me to death for what I just did. Admit it."
Ilay hums low in his throat. "Maybe at first. Then again, watching you do such an act on top of me was quite arousing. I would very much like to see it again."
Taeui's sneer finally flickers away, though he's still watching Ilay warily. "You… do?"
Since they started, Taeui kept mocking him about how much he must be boiling with fury at Taeui's actions, and while he was mostly correct, he doesn't need to know that. Not until he gets these handcuffs off of him. "Tay, get these off of me. I'd like you to leave on good terms even if you, what was it? 'Despised me to death?' I do feel quite sorry for making you feel that way."
Taeui's breath hitches, and Ilay's lips twitch in victory. He had a feeling that's what Taeui wanted to hear all along, and he watches with rapt attention as Taeui shifts on his feet, twirling the bottle between his fingers as he considers his next move. Finally, he lets out a heavy sigh before placing the bottle down on the nightstand. Ilay doesn't move a finger as Taeui reaches down to unfasten the handcuff from his wrist. He watches Ilay warily, and when he remains where he is, Taeui circles the bed to release his other hand as well.
Ilay sits up slowly, rubbing his wrists idly as he peers down at the mess on his stomach, his cock still aching and twitching between his thighs. Taeui stays a few paces away from the bed, but when Ilay still doesn't lunge for him, he awkwardly reaches for the discarded towel. "Here…" he mumbles, holding it out to the other man.
He stares at Taeui's outstretched hand for a moment before he snatches his wrist and yanks him onto the bed, swinging his leg over him so he's planted on his hips. Taeui goes pale as Ilay's hands frame his head, quickly moving to punch him only for Ilay to swiftly pin his hands down above his head. "H—Hey! You said you weren't mad! Let me go!"
Ilay chuckles softly, enjoying the way the other's face contorts into fear. "Well, of course I was mad. Drugging me and tying me up would piss anyone off, but I'm more upset about what you thought of me." Taeui stops struggling long enough to give him a confused look, and Ilay takes that moment to tuck his wrists beneath one hand. "I recall you telling me to do whatever I want numerous times, so why would I believe you didn't want it, then?"
Taeui grits his teeth, thrashing angrily under him. "My bad for not taking in the fact you don't understand common fucking sense!"
Ilay's eye twitches in irritation. He splays his free hand over Taeui's chest, rubbing his thumb idly over his collarbone. "I suppose that night we fucked, I took it too far. I was out of sorts, so you must understand that, hm?" Taeui looks murderous under him, and he sighs in exasperation. "Jeong Taeui, do I have to show you how much I like you, then?"
"I'd rather die," he snaps, thrashing once more.
Ilay inhales sharply, and his free hand slides up to grip Taeui's neck. Taeui goes still instantly, and Ilay smiles down at him cruelly. "You were going to strangle me originally, weren't you? Nearly did, too. Maybe I should do the same…" Taeui's lips part, grunting softly when Ilay's fingers tighten around his neck. For a long moment, he can't breathe under Ilay's crushing hold, and Ilay considers going through with it.
Until the idea of going on in life without Taeui hits him, and he releases him instantly.
Taeui gasps for air as Ilay stares down at him, shocked by his own thoughts. He grits his teeth, releasing Taeui's hands and scrambling back enough to grab his jeans and yank them off of him. Taeui yelps at suddenly being exposed, scrambling to push Ilay away as the man moves between his legs, hands tight around his hips. A ragged gasp tears through him when his softened cock is suddenly enveloped by warmth, hands trembling in Ilay's hair. Ilay hums low in his throat, hiking Taeui's legs over his shoulders as he sucks him down, feeling him harden over his tongue rather quickly. Ilay swallows around the head of his cock, and Taeui moans long and low, his fingers tightening in Ilay's hair.
"I—Ilay!" Taeui's hips twitch up, and Ilay groans when his cock bursts in his mouth, sucking him down without missing a beat. Taeui whimpers when he doesn't immediately pull off, tugging harshly at his hair. "E—Enough! Ilay!"
He licks his lips when he pulls off, chuckling softly at Taeui's heaving form. Taeui has an arm draped over his eyes, his jacket splayed out beneath him and showing off his gorgeous body. His arm slides up a little, and he glares at Ilay half-heartedly. "Don't look at me like that," Ilay grins, running his hand over his toned stomach with an appreciated hum. "I'm just trying to make you feel good."
"Job well done," Taeui says dryly, making no move to kick him away. "I still have to leave."
"Hm, right," Ilay says, hardly interested. His hand traces along the grooves of his stomach, trailing up to his chest where he drags a thumb over a perked nipple. Taeui shudders, and Ilay drags his fingers over the dips of his collarbones and over the length of his neck. Taeui's breath stutters, his gaze wary. Ilay's fingers trace along his jaw, and the edges of his face soften with each lingering touch. Ilay hums, leaning over Taeui and sweeping him into a kiss. Taeui's eyes flutter shut, lips parting under Ilay's tongue, and he groans weakly when Ilay's hand wraps around his half-hard cock, bucking his hips eagerly into his touch.
Ilay is not known for taking his time. His cock aches between his legs, still trapped by that tie wrapped around the base, but it's definitely keeping him hard. He wants nothing more than to bury himself inside Taeui and fuck him for hours on end, but he has to restrain himself. Taeui was mad at him for doing just that before. The only way to get what he wants is to take this as slowly as possible. Do foreplay and all.
No matter how aggravating such a task is given the size of his cock.
"Ilay…" Taeui moans softly, arching his back when Ilay drags his lips down his chest, tongue dragging over a nipple before teeth dig into the bud, eliciting a gasp from the man. "Stop it… This isn't gonna make me forgive you or whatever you want…"
"Hm," Ilay purrs, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. Taeui whimpers, pressing an arm over his eyes again. He lets go with a wet pop, smirking at the shuddering breath Taeui lets out. "Alright. I still plan on making up for my distasteful actions."
"Yeah, right," he grumbles, biting his lip when Ilay swipes a thumb over the head of his cock. "You're just trying to fuck me again."
Ilay snorts softly. "I suppose you're right. However, I feel bad seeing you so pale and shaking, so I'll take my time."
Taeui grits his teeth in annoyance. "Shut the fuck up. I'd rather you just get it over with. Stop dragging this shit out."
Ilay sighs heavily, dragging his teeth over the sensitive nipple once more. "You're so stubborn. If I did that, you'd cry again and then blame me for doing what you said. So unfair of you, Tay."
"Cry me a river," he snaps.
"So quick with it," Ilay mutters, sitting back on his heels and releasing his dick. Taeui bites back a groan of disappointment, only to freeze when Ilay sucks his fingers into his mouth. He opens his mouth to protest, but just as quickly Ilay is back on top of him, mashing their lips together as he rubs his wet fingers against Taeui's rim. Taeui whimpers in protest, and Ilay pushes a finger into him. He whines when Ilay wraps a hand around his cock again, distracting him from the sudden intrusion.
"I—I already came twice," Taeui breathes against his lips, face flushed heavily as Ilay rolls his finger inside of him gently. "Just fucking get it over with…"
"Hm, no," Ilay murmurs, dragging his lips down his neck. He bites into his skin, and Taeui suddenly reaches up to wrap his arms around his shoulders. Ilay pauses, taking in the warmth of his embrace, and listens to the hitched breathing coming from the smaller man. Taeui moans shakily when Ilay pushes a second finger in, hips hitching away from his touch only to grind back down with a desperate whimper. Ilay soaks it all in, nearly forgetting his own desires as he milks every noise out of Taeui.
When he pushes a third finger in, Taeui's back arches, muffling his surprised cry into Ilay's shoulder. Ilay twists his fingers and rubs insistently at the spot Taeui reacted to, smirking as he bucks and twists under his body. "S—Stop! Too much!" Taeui pleads, and Ilay sucks eagerly at his neck, bruising his beautiful skin. Taeui's hands tangle in his hair, grinding down against his fingers earnestly. Ilay has never seen him act this way. He's been missing out on such an eager attitude just because he was impatient.
He won't make that mistake again.
When he scoots back down to swallow Taeui's cock, he cums instantly, crying out sharply when his fingers continue to rub insistently at the bundle of nerves inside of him. He tries to kick Ilay away, causing the man to laugh as he sits up and pulls his fingers free. Taeui pants heavily below him, thighs twitching and hair disheveled. He stares up at Ilay with those hazy eyes, cheeks burning a beautiful rosy color that has Ilay wanting to see more of it spread down his body.
"Fuck," Ilay growls, hands wrapping around Taeui's thighs. Taeui swallows, but doesn't move to stop him. He looks nervous, and Ilay grits his teeth in frustration. He's aching to bury himself as deeply as possible inside of him, but he's not entirely sure he's stretched enough to not hurt. If he does this wrong, Taeui will never forgive him.
Inhaling sharply, Ilay grips his hips and suddenly rolls them, causing Taeui to sway when he suddenly finds himself seated on Ilay's lap. He balances himself against his chest, dazed and confused. Ilay spits into his palm, reaching around him to coat his cock as much as he's able. Taeui stiffens, biting his lip nervously as Ilay guides the tip of his cock to his entrance. "W—Wait, I don't—"
"Take your time," Ilay interrupts, finally removing the tie from the base of his cock. He hisses at the release, shaking with the urge to thrust up into him right here and now. Taeui frowns down at him, and Ilay puts on a tight smile. "I won't move unless you ask. I can't quite confirm I'll be gentle right now, so do take your time getting used to my cock while you can."
Taeui has a weird mixture of shock, confusion, and horror plastered on his face, taking his sweet time digesting his words. Ilay's fingers dig into his hips, and Taeui seems to snap out of it. He hesitates, shifting on his lap before he reaches back to grip his cock, biting his lip as he lines himself up and begins to sink down. Ilay bites his tongue as the warm heat envelops the head of his cock, watching Taeui closely as the man twitches with pain, his breath hitching as he pauses in his descent down his cock.
"Breathe…" Ilay murmurs, stroking his side with trembling fingers. He desperately wants to grab and force him down, but he forces himself to stay still. Taeui does as he says, though—inhaling and exhaling slowly as he sinks down just a little more.
"You're too fucking big," he mutters, arms shaking where he's bracing himself against his chest. "There's no way people enjoy taking this thing."
Ilay chuckles. "I haven't gotten complaints before you."
"Probably too scared to say much," he grumbles, and Ilay is inclined to agree with him.
Still, Taeui lowers himself more and more over the next few minutes, his pained grunts turning into breathless gasps as his cock rubs against his prostate. Ilay is starting to believe this is worse than before. This is true torture for him, forcing himself to sit still and watch as Taeui takes his time sinking down on him. Ilay has to bite into his own hand to keep himself from thrusting the second half of his cock into Taeui, and the man above him seems to briefly enjoy his struggle, though his attention quickly shifts back to the task at hand.
"H—Holy shit," Taeui gasps, pressing a hand to his stomach the moment he settles completely on Ilay's lap after so many agonizing minutes. Ilay can see the form of his cock protruding from his stomach, and he nearly loses it right then and there. Taeui takes in a few quick breaths of air, his thighs shaking around Ilay's hips. "You're too f—fucking big, Ilay… I'm gonna lose my mind, fuck…"
Ilay inhales sharply, testing the waters by jerking his hips up just enough to rock Taeui forward. Taeui cries out, though Ilay is certain it wasn't from pain. His suspicions are confirmed when Taeui grasps his shoulders, face red and pupils blown with lust. "Oh God, do t—that again…"
He barely gets the words out before Ilay is grasping his hips and planting his feet against the bed, grinding his hips up into Taeui's eagerly. It's not exactly thrusting given their position, but he's grinding enough to provide friction in the deepest parts of Taeui's body, leaving him a trembling mess on top of him. "That's it, Tay," Ilay groans, jerking up sharply and grinning when he cries out again. "I knew you could take me. See? Not so bad, right? You love my cock, don't you?"
"No…!" Taeui gasps out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "It's too big…!"
"And you took every inch of it all on your own," he purrs into his ear, dragging his tongue along the shell of it. "So good, Tay. Fuck, you're so good. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be begging me to do it over and over again. You'd like that, right? You could keep my cock warm for the rest of your life, and do nothing else."
"Shut up!" Taeui whines, nails digging into his shoulders. "Just—fuck! Shut up!"
"No way," Ilay laughs. To Taeui's surprise, Ilay flips them, and he finally pulls back and thrusts into Taeui properly, making him shriek from pleasure. Ilay braces a hand under Taeui's bad knee, pushing his other leg to the side to spread him open. "So warm and tight, Tay. I could fuck you for hours like this. Fill that ass of yours with my cum until your stomach is bulging. It'd be like you're being bred, wouldn't it? Would you like that, Tay?"
Taeui cries softly into the pillow, and his cock twitches as it shoots all over his chest, painting his skin and driving Ilay insane at the sight before him. He didn't even touch his cock. Taeui came on his cock and his cock alone.
Much to his surprise, his body shudders with pleasure, and he cums inside of Taeui after a harsh thrust. Ilay gasps and braces himself over Taeui, taking in every detail of the man below him. Taeui pants heavily as Ilay finally stops moving, wet lids peeling open to peer up at him with barely focusing eyes. Ilay stares back, chest heaving as he takes in deep breaths, body sinking down from his high. "You…" he breathes, cupping Taeui's cheek. His skin burns under his palm, and Taeui tilts his head into his touch subtly. "You can't leave me, Jeong Taeui. I refuse it."
Taeui blinks slowly, whimpering softly when Ilay rolls his hips forward. "The boat…" he mumbles, struggling to stay conscious. "I can't stay, Ilay… I have… to look for… Jaeui…"
Ilay's eyes narrow. He wouldn't be surprised if Taeui's dickhead uncle was behind this sudden mission, but he's aware Taeui has been wondering where his brother was all this time. It makes perfect sense he would go hunting for him. Still, Ilay has no intention of allowing Taeui to leave him. Not after he saw all of those wonderful reactions.
"Then we'll look for him together, if that's what you really want," Ilay says, an edge to his words. Taeui's eyes flicker open, confused, and Ilay rubs a thumb under one of his eyes. "I'll get time off, and we'll take tomorrow's boat. We'll search for that bastard brother of yours, and you won't leave my side." Taeui opens his mouth, the beginnings of a protest on the tip of his tongue, but it's smothered by a broken moan when Ilay grinds into him again, lips pulled into a toothy grin. "We have to make sure you get used to this cock, Tay. That way we won't have problems with it hurting ever again. Seems easy enough, yeah?"
"You're… an animal," Taeui bites out, moaning shakily as Ilay pulls back and thrusts into him. His back arches beautifully, and Ilay swoops down to capture his lips.
"Wrap your arms around me," he mutters, and Taeui does as he's told.
For what could've been hours, Ilay maps out every nook and cranny of Taeui's body, marking his skin with bites and bruises beneath his fingertips, all the while filling his insides with more and more cum. Taeui's body is filthy with sweat and cum, his cock twitching uselessly between them as another dry orgasm tears through him, leaving him sobbing into his pillow. Ilay noses at his jaw, his face flushed from exertion as he fucks deep into Taeui once more, nails digging harshly into his thighs. Taeui whines and begs Ilay to stop, to give him a break, but Ilay keeps going, waiting for his own body to give into exhaustion.
"Ilay…" Taeui drags out his name, his face half-buried into his pillow. Ilay's amazed he's still conscious at this point. "Ilay… Ilay…!"
"So good…" Ilay breathes, his voice ragged. Taeui twitches at the sounds, and Ilay groans directly into his ear. "Just one more, Tay. Can you give me one more? You're doing so good, Taeui. Just one more."
"It's so much…" Taeui sobs.
Ilay hushes him, dragging his lips through the tears dripping from his eyes. "I know, but we're almost there. Promise, okay? Just one more. Can you do that?"
After a long moment, Taeui sniffles and nods in agreement to his request, and Ilay happily kisses him as he picks up the pace. Taeui is sloppy while kissing him back, but Ilay doesn't mind much. He tangles their tongues together, interlocks his hand with Taeui's, and groans as his gut curls desperately. He wraps his other hand around Taeui's cock, and he's sobbing brokenly against his mouth when his cock throbs and shoots out nothing once more.
Thankfully for Taeui, Ilay is not far behind. He muffles his moans in the crook of Taeui's neck, his cock spurting deep inside Taeui. If he went on for another round, he'd probably be in Taeui's shoes with nothing to release, and that's simply no fun for him.
Taeui is shaking in his arms, hiccuping softly and fingers twitching where they're buried in Ilay's hair. He presses a few kisses against the length of his neck, easing Taeui's hands from his hair so he can sit up properly. His hips twitch when Ilay moves, letting out a choked noise at the slight friction. Ilay, however, is quite tired now, and is completely satisfied. They both groan when he finally slips free from Taeui, and Ilay chuckles when Taeui's legs go completely limp around him. "Let's get you cleaned up," he says softly, sliding off the bed and taking a moment to stretch his arms over his head. His front is sticky and cold, and his legs feel a bit sore from their continuous activities, but he couldn't be any happier.
The perks of having his own room means he also has his own bathroom, so he's quick to get a bath started while he wipes himself clean with a rag. He'll take a proper shower after he deals with Taeui. When he goes to fetch the man, he finds Taeui asleep right where he left him, his chest rising and falling gently with each easy breath. He brushes his fingers over his temple, taking a moment to enjoy the relaxed expression on his face. He hardly ever sees it.
He's careful when placing Taeui inside the warm bath water, hushing him gently when he stirs at the movement. He cleans him diligently, taking his time since Taeui isn't struggling or complaining. He drifts in and out of consciousness, his eyes trained on Ilay during the few moments he's awake long enough to focus. When Ilay presses his fingers into him to clean out the cum he left behind, Taeui whimpers and clings to his arm, mumbling incoherently but otherwise not resisting. Ilay murmurs assurances into his ear, soaking up this side of Taeui with unwavering joy.
When all is said and done, he dresses Taeui in one of his shirts that's a tad big on him, and tucks him into bed before going to shower, leaving the other to sleep peacefully. Under the spray of steaming hot water, Ilay presses his forehead against the wall of the shower, unsure if he wants to laugh or punch a hole through the porcelain. He's definitely not mad anymore, though he's unable to forget what Taeui's intentions were. He was going to leave—disappear without a trace for Ilay to track. All because he felt used.
Such a ridiculous thing to disappear for.
He leans against the doorway separating his bathroom from his bedroom, ruffling a towel through his hair as he watches Taeui sleep. He never cared this much about someone. If someone told his brother that he went through all this effort to make some random man stay by his side, he would die from laughter. This isn't normal for Ilay, and he knows it.
However, as he sits down beside Taeui on the bed, he brushes his fingers through his bangs with a soft hum, his heart pumping just a tad faster when Taeui's head tilts into his touch. Just hours ago, he glared at him with so much contempt to the point Ilay thought he was about to lose Taeui for good. Now, he's nuzzling closer to him, sound asleep as if Ilay couldn't kill him with his bare hands right here and now. While the idea hasn't completely left his mind, he quite honestly has no intention of going through with such a thing. It'd be a waste at this point.
He'll play along for now. If Taeui wants to find his brother, he'll give him a small window to do so. He doesn't give a shit what that bastard uncle of his is planning with Taeui—he belongs to him, now. From this point forward, Taeui is Ilay's responsibility, and he'll be damned if he allows him to wander through this world as he pleases. Not when he has a target on his back.
It's okay, though. Ilay will keep him safe.