RVHF chapter chapter 84- MATURE

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“What are you…!”

The protest that tried to escape was muffled by a thumb that pressed into his mouth.

It wasn’t enough to stop there—he even looked inside.

“Your insides are all scraped up. How badly did you torment yourself?”

As the criticism came, Beom Sinje scratched at the reddened area with his nail, causing Doyoung to flinch involuntarily.

“Don’t… say…”

He intended to tell him to stop talking, but his voice came out faint, tongue-tied.

He couldn’t even finish the sentence and had to stop himself.

“You’re cute, hyung.”

If he had known he would hear something like that, he might have forced himself to say it.

A flicker of strength shot through Doyoung’s narrowed eyes.

The retaliation was swift and certain.

“Ah!”

Beom Sinje glanced at his throbbing thumb.

The spot where Doyoung had mercilessly bitten down moments ago was red and swollen.

He raised an eyebrow, then chuckled softly.

“What? Why?”

“Nothing.”

Doyoung glared at Beom Sinje, who let out another short laugh.

His relaxed attitude, as though he was playing around, unsettled Doyoung further.

‘He’s younger than me, and yet!’

Even after being bitten harshly, Beom Sinje didn’t back down.

Now, his hands deftly traced the length of Doyoung’s shaft, coaxing him, while his other hand brushed over the trembling perineum, pushing him closer to release.

Occasionally, when his slick fingers grazed between the cheeks, Doyoung couldn’t help but tighten reflexively, twisting his body.

He was fully aware of what that action implied.

“You—uh!”

But when a finger finally brushed against the tight entrance, he could no longer stay silent.

Just as he opened his mouth to object, the finger slipped inside.

Doyoung’s eyes widened.

It didn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable, but this was a space that had never been intruded upon before.

Perhaps because of the unfamiliar sensation, his body tensed even more than before, forcing him to acknowledge a presence he didn’t want to.

“Take it out! Hey, I said take it out!”

Doyoung wiggled his hips in protest.

“The doctor said it won’t subside unless something is released in here.”

“Re… released?”

What kind of face does one make while saying something so blunt?

He turned to check, only to be stunned—Beom Sinje was perfectly composed.

It was only Doyoung whose cheeks burned hot with embarrassment.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt, so don’t try to run.”

Not that running was an option. His gaze hinted at those unsaid words.

“Ah!”

The silence between them broke as Beom Sinje’s hand skillfully pushed Doyoung to the edge.

The relentless movements burned like fire, and Doyoung couldn’t help but shudder violently, climaxing at last.

As his body naturally relaxed, the finger that had been just barely inside moved deeper.

“Ah…”

Doyoung’s eyes flew open wide. His eyelids quivered, and his fingers tightened their grip on the sheets.

But as Beom Sinje had said, there was nowhere to escape.

Above him was a solidly built body holding him down.

His back remained pressed against the car door, leaving him completely trapped.

Doyoung’s head rubbed against the glass as Beom Sinje stimulated him further.

“Hngh… hnghh… hah.”

Beom Sinje pried him open cautiously yet firmly.

What started with one finger soon became two.

“Ugh.”

Doyoung’s toes curled at the unfamiliar intrusion.

His half-lowered legs wriggled instinctively, his hips twisting, tightening and releasing repeatedly.

A peculiar sensation tingled somewhere deep inside.

Though Beom Sinje’s touches were internal, even his perineum seemed to respond with shivers.

“Hyung, does it hurt?”

Beom Sinje brought his lips close to Doyoung’s ear and asked, his fingers pressing upward into an uncharted spot.

“Ah…!”

Doyoung’s hips jolted suddenly. A sharp, completely new sensation shot through him.

‘What… was that?’

Flustered, Doyoung lifted his head.

Beom Sinje seemed oblivious.

His fingers roamed elsewhere, away from the place that had just sparked something unexpected.

Even as his knees shifted nervously, Doyoung unconsciously tilted his hips, chasing the fleeting sensation from moments before.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, that’s not it. It’s not pain. What should I even call this? It’s something distinctly different from when touching my penis.”

As much as he wanted to ask to have that spot scratched again, curiosity burning in his chest, he couldn’t bring himself to say it outright.

Instead, all he could do was squirm and writhe in vain.

Doyoung had already forgotten that he had accepted two of Beom Sinje’s fingers and was responding to the stimulation.

He just wanted the fingers moving inside him to press that electrifying spot once more.

“Ah…!”

When that sensitive spot was finally touched again, a gasp escaped from Doyoung’s lips.

His reaction was so intense that it made Beom Sinje pause momentarily.

“Hyung, do you like it here?”

This time, Beom Sinje pressed firmly on the same spot with certainty.

“Ahng!”

Doyoung’s lower abdomen quivered uncontrollably.

His fingers clenched the bedsheet with such force they turned white.

From that alone, Beom Sinje could tell exactly what Doyoung was feeling.

“Hm.”

He let out a low hum as his sharp gaze studied Doyoung intently.

Doyoung’s downcast eyes, his lips opening and closing repeatedly—everything about him was mesmerizing.

Somehow, Beom Sinje’s mouth felt dry, an inexplicable thirst washing over him.

“Ah, ya… ugh, ah…”

Once he found his target, Beom Sinje’s movements became bolder.

His thumb and forefinger explored inside, repeatedly striking the spot that left Doyoung at a loss for what to do.

Each time it happened, Doyoung’s body jerked violently.

Before long, his grip on Beom Sinje’s forearm tightened enough to leave visible marks.

“I’m going to add one more.”

Even a fourth finger slid inside.

Just moments ago, Doyoung thought it would be too much to handle, but now, his utterly foggy mind welcomed the sensation.

He felt as though his inner walls were gripping and releasing the fingers, slick and eager.

“Hah… ha… ugh, uh…”

The fingers inside him felt almost alive, widening, twisting, and pressing against his inner walls.

Occasionally, they would scratch or press against the spots that left him breathless.

Though his shaft wasn’t even being touched directly, the tip was already leaking a slick liquid, dripping continuously.

Yet, Doyoung’s hazy mind didn’t even register that fact.

His head, hot and clouded, could only beg for deeper stimulation.

“Beom Sinje…”

He wasn’t sure what kind of consequences this might bring.

Doyoung was simply following his instincts.

“Put it in now.”

For a brief moment, Beom Sinje’s eyes darkened, flashing with something primal.

Unknowingly, Doyoung swallowed hard, his throat dry.

‘At moments like this, he looks a bit like the cold and ruthless protagonist he was meant to be.’

To be honest, every time he saw that expression, it made him tense up.

How could he not?

Standing before him was an extraordinary hero, admired by the whole world.

‘The protagonist really is the protagonist.’

Did Beom Sinje realize Doyoung’s thoughts were wandering?

Suddenly, he grabbed Doyoung’s sharp chin, fixing his gaze.

“You’re still not ready. If we do it now, you’ll get hurt.”

“I said I’m fine.”

Why was he being treated like he was fragile?

Doyoung knew he was being a bit stubborn, but the mounting pleasure was impossible to endure.

He was desperate to move to the next step.

“Just put it in already.”

Feeling his inner walls twitch and the entrance alternately contracting and relaxing was driving him crazy.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ha… hyung, being stubborn won’t… ugh! What are you doing?!”

Beom Sinje had been speaking soothingly but was startled when he felt Doyoung pulling on his member.

Looking down, he saw Doyoung trying to guide it to his entrance.

“Hyung!”

“Just do it.”

Their gazes locked.

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