Once they had finished showering. Kwon Taekjoo collapsed onto the bed,His body completely limp
It was hard to even move a finger. Kwon Taekjoo didn't have the strength to check the time or think about the situation in Cuba.
His mind was foggy, teetering on the edge of consciousness.
Zhenya approached the bed, part of the mattress sank under his weight. With his eyes fixed on Kwon Taekjoo, he gently lifted one of Kwon Taekjoo's arms, placed a hand under his head, and positioned him so his head rested against the headboard.
Kwon Taekjoo wondered if it was wise to let him move his body at will. A small part of his reasoning protested, but Kwon Taekjoo thought,
"What's the point? He's my boyfriend anyway."
It was strange to think that his life had once been in Zhenya's hands, but now, instead of feeling suspicious, he found comfort and peace in his touch.
"…Mmm"
The back of Kwon Taekjoo's head sank into the soft pillow. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pale hand reaching for his face. Realizing Zhenya was trying to touch him, he instinctively leaned his face towards the hand.
As soon as they made contact, Kwon Taekjoo shuddered at the unexpected sensation and opened his eyes to see whiskey sloshing inside a glass in front of him.
Kwon Taekjoo opened his mouth but quickly closed it, realizing his voice was completely gone. He coughed a few time to get it back before trying again.
"Hey. I told you I was thirsty. How could you…?"
"Taekjoo, I know you like pain, but there's really no need to endure unnecessary discomfort."
"What are you talking about?"
Kwon Taekjoo frowned and shifted his body before stopping. A quiet, sharp pain spread throughout his body, which felt as heavy as a waterlogged piece of cotton. He suspected the discomfort wasn't just from having sex with Zhenya.
Lifting his head, Kwon Taekjoo looked down at himself. Thanks to the brief shower, his skin seemed relatively clean,
Though it was covered with an array of large and small bandages.
Even the the smallest cuts and scratches gleamed, probably covered with some kind of ointment. Kwon Taekjoo knew he had several deep cuts that required stitches. He wondered if Zhenya had stitched them all by hand.
Kwon Taekjoo carefully peeled back the bandage on his arm. The wound as thin as a fingernail, was perfectly sealed, with stitches so evenly sized that Kwon Taekjoo might have believed Zhenya if he had claimed he had experience in sewing. A small laugh escaped him at the absurdity of the thought.
"Why did you bother stitching these up? You got off on touching my bare skin again, didn't you."
Zhenya tilted his pale face and offered a ridiculous response.
"Of course not. It's the small cuts that tend to leave the most lasting scars. Don't you think you already have enough marks on you, thanks to me?"
Kwon Taekjoo wondered if he had finally gone insane, because Zhenya's ridiculous statement sounded strangely romantic in his ears. Clearly, something was wrong with his head after the explosion. Either that, or his emotions had spiraled completely out of control.
As Kwon Taekjoo struggled to sit up, he pondered the silly question of weather madness could be contagious, letting out an involuntary groan from the effort.
In response, Zhenya gently waved a glass in front of him.
"Drink this. I gave you some painkillers, but they'll wear off soon."
Kwon Taekjoo accepted the glass from Zhenya and quenched his thirst, feeling his parched inside finally start to hydrate. A burning sensation spread from his esophagus to his stomach, but Kwon Taekjoo ignored it and took another sip, finding the scent of the liquor pleasant.
By the way, how expensive was the drink? Considering Zhenya was the kind of person who would casually drink wine worth as much as an entire house, anyone could guess the price.
He finished the drink quickly and handed the empty glass back to Zhenya.
"Do you want another glass?"
"….no thanks,"
Kwon Taekjoo seemed to be relieved of any major pain, thanks to Zhenya's attentive care. It wasn't surprising, given that he had taken painkillers, was utterly exhausted, and had drunk alcohol.
The problem was that the stiffness in his hip and the odd lingering sensation inside his ass were still as clear as day.
Had Zhenya ruthlessly pounded him again last night? Kwon Taekjoo had blacked out halfway through the encounter, so it was impossible to know how long they had gone at it.
Of course, there was no better indicator than the state of his own body. It was so typical of Zhenya to push him to his limits every time he felt like having sex.
"Haa.. even though I try to overlook it all and adore you, I just can't."
"What are u saying? Speak in Russian."
Or maybe you could learn Korean. Are you trying to stop me from talking to myself now? Kwon Taekjoo thought.
Annoyed, Kwon Taekjoo snapped back,
"Are you horny 365 days a year? I barely come back alive. How could you do that to me all night?"
"What are you talking about? If you're referring to our late-night session, you were the one who started it. I distinctly remember telling you to go wash up."
Zhenya retorted stubbornly, as if he wouldn't have had sex if Kwon Taekjoo had just followed his request.
Realizing it was pointless to argue with him, Kwon Taekjoo shook his head and examined his own body. His skin was a patchwork of wounds and kiss marks.
Even the bruises he had suffered earlier had been replaced by hickeys. Was this what Zhenya meant when he said Kwon Taekjoo already had enough marks thanks to him? Kwon Taekjoo couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"You went overboard with the biting. People might mistake you for a zombie."
"Oh, I don't know. Cannibalism isn't my really my thing."
"Well, good for you."
"Ah, now that I think about it, i forgot this spot."