There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)-Chapter 709: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 44

Radia was angry and confused.

What made this man think he could just go and kiss him after disappearing for eight years without saying any words? What made this man think he could just shove Radia inside a car and continue kissing him like it was the end of the world?

But more than anything, Radia was angry and confused at himself for drowning in that kiss.

He did not even bother to shove the man away. Hell--he kissed the man in return. He let those hands, feeling cold somehow, to hold him tight as a surprisingly cold tongue made a mess of his mouth. He grasped the black hair and swallowed the kiss in thirst.

It was only after he felt the scar and the uniform did Radia snapped out of it, and bit the lips kissing him.

Han Joon pulled away, staring at Radia in amusement. "Heh," he licked the blood on his lips; the black eyes flashing and curved with madness. "It’s only going to make me more excited, Dee."

Radia blinked. The view of the man in uniform and the man in a deep navy blue shirt overlapped with each other. "Wow..."

"Why?"

Radia clutched the sheet beneath his hand. "You’re just...the same."

At that time, twelve years ago, Han Joon also had a deep frown, making his smirk look menacing. But everything else was the same, and be it then or this moment, it aroused Radia all the same.

"Is that so?" Han Joon smiled and brought his lips down again; this time toward the thin scar across Radia’s neck. "Glad I’m doing this correctly."

"Mmh..." Radia careened his neck as if to give more access, grasping the black hair and sturdy back while he felt electricity spread all over his body. His skin tingled and his stomach throbbed as his neck was being consumed. Ha arched his back, seeking more contact naturally. "Haa--ngh?"

And then everything stopped.

Radia frowned as Han Joon pulled away, irritated at the loss of touch. "Why are you stopping?"

"Didn’t I?" Han Joon tilted his head, fingers caressing Radia’s cheek. "I kissed you for the first time after eight years; if you show me this kind of willing face..." he smiled deeply. "I don’t think I’d be keen on doing it inside the car."

Radia pressed his lips in surprise. "You are really aware of yourself," he said, sighing in annoyance at the memory. "Yeah--you stopped after making a mess out of me, saying you’ll see me in the night."

"Did I?"

Radia pursed his lips. This ’re-enactment’ brought back the way he felt at that time. The bewilderment as he watched Han Joon leave the car, all while still breathing heavily from the passionate kiss and slightly disheveled from the intimate altercation, was coming back to him.

And yet, he also remembered the thrill and excitement underneath all of his anger. What could he do? He was just completely trapped in a quicksand called Han Joon, and he truly understood that with how he responded to the man even after eight years of no contact.

"I did not return to my mansion or office that night, nor did I stay in any hotels that our family owned," Radia said.

Our--Han Joon smiled at how sweet that word sounded. "Where did you go?"

"I stayed in a random villa."

"Hmm...did you want to see if I could find you? Or..." Han Joon observed the clear crimson eyes. "Did you want to test if I had been watching you?"

Radia chuckled and wordlessly pulled Han Joon down for a brief peck, as if rewarding him for answering correctly.

"Did we see each other that night?"

"Yes."

Han Joon smiled. Of course--he didn’t have the memory, but there was no way he wouldn’t watch Radia constantly. After all, he left to keep Radia safe from that wretched system, and be ready to do something the moment that system devised a way to harm Radia’s life.

Of course, it would be rather hard for him to follow Radia if his darling decided to go out of the country that night, but...

It seemed Radia himself wanted something to happen. Perhaps beyond just physical contact.

"And what happened that night? What should I do now? Tell me," Han Joon whispered softly, but strangely, Radia became...flustered.

"That’s...I don’t really remember," Radia confessed.

"Huh..."

Averting his eyes, Radia turned his head and bit his lips before replying. "I was...drinking by myself because I felt angry and childish."

He was already in his late twenties at that time, so he felt pathetic from feeling distraught and fell on Joon’s play again. There was no difference between this and what happened during their teenage days, when Radia stormed out of Joon’s room after being denied a kiss. Even so, he waited impatiently, expectantly. It was clear what kind of result he actually wanted it to be.

For the first time after he became an adult, Radia found himself drinking to ease his nerves.

"Pfft--so you were drunk?"

"I didn’t! I remember doing it--it’s just hard remembering the details," Radia rebutted quickly, pursing his lips and feeling childish again. He always did, in front of Han Joon. "I just recalled you were knocking at the door and kissing me to the bed and...I think it was just instinct from then on."

He still remembered the sensation vividly, but one could hardly recall details when they were so drowned in rapture. Radia had wanted to say and ask a lot of things, including hurling a series of curses. But nothing ended up coming out of his mouth but moans and pleas for Joon to never leave again.

Naturally, he was met with disappointment when he woke up alone the next morning; all cleaned up, clothed in a nightrobe, and snuggly wrapped in a blanket. If it wasn’t for the scattering hickeys all over his torso and the reddened spot around his waist, Radia would have thought he was only dreaming out of sexual frustration.

But, well...there was no need to explain all of that now.

"Instinct, huh?" Han Joon curled his eyes and kissed the slightly frowning brows in front of him. "Then, let’s use instinct to reenact that night."

Straightening his back, Han Joon worked swiftly to take off Radia’s pants. Generously, the man had worn sweatpants this morning--perhaps due to the sudden call from his grandmother--so it was easy for Joon to remove them in a single move. Radia gasped and grabbed his hand, which was about to touch the dripping erection.

"Mmh--ahh, wait..."

Han Joon swallowed his impatience and asked softly. "What is it?"

"L-lube..."

Radia with a flushed face and stuttering breath was so enticing that Han Joon could barely hold himself. But he got intrigued enough to pull a brake. "Mm...did you not touch yourself while I was sick?"

"What kind of...fantasy...should I be having while you were lying unresponsive?" Radia glared. And who would have time to get horny in that situation?!

Han Joon chuckled. "After I woke up?"

Radia blinked and turned his head away. "...it felt wrong...somewhat."

Han Joon arched his brow. "Was that why you were always avoiding me?"

Radia pressed his lips in silent agreement, and Han Joon laughed against his thigh, prompting the summoner to squirm from the ticklish vibration.

"Haa...how could you get even lovelier?" Han Joon kissed the shuddering thigh. "I guess my little darling deserves a reward."

"What..." Radia bit his lips. Han Joon had all kinds of rewards, even at the start of their relationship. "Which one?"

Han Joon smiled and wordlessly lowered his head while hiking up Radia’s legs over his shoulder. Staring at the widened crimson eyes, he dipped his head and kissed the twitching rim, before licking it nicely.

"Oh! Haa...ahh!" Radia gripped the pillow he used tightly, gasping as his legs went twitching at the sensation he hadn’t been able to relish for months. "You...definitely did not do that."

You were probably preparing yourself already while drinking at that time--Han Joon thought, smirking against the soft flesh before shoving his tongue inside to start his real feast. Radia almost screamed at the sensation--almost. He still remembered that they were in his grandmother’s residence, and he wasn’t as shameless as he was in his teenage days.

But fuck--it was so good. And it was different. He was so used to Joon’s cold skin and tongue that this warmth felt so new. It was as if he received it for the first time, and he became greedy. Soon, he couldn’t care less about shame.

"Mmh--oh! That--ah, Joon--your fingers...your fingers too!"

Still the same, I see...

Han Joon was initially worried. Who knew how much a person’s taste would change in twenty years? Thinking that he might not be able to satisfy Radia because of the missing twenty years worried him.

But it seemed like there was no need for that.

As requested, he slipped his finger while kept exploring away with his tongue, widening the tight canal. He wondered how long he fell sick that his promiscuous darling felt like a virgin again.

But the moans and the squirming feed his impatience like a wood to a fire. He pulled out his face from Radia’s crotch and swiftly fumbled with his belt using one hand, while kept loosening the hole with another. He cursed his decision to wear the damn formal clothes this morning, because it was damn hard handling his pants with a bulging erection got in his way.

Perhaps that was why, when he finally managed to free his shaft, Han Joon did not waste his time and gripped Radia’s waist, pulling the man toward him and sheathed himself in one go.

"Ha-ahh!" Radia threw his head back with a loud moan that echoed against the wall. A worthy moan to accompany the cum staining his sweater.

Haa...this impatience...was exactly the same--Radia breathed heavily, squinting his eyes at the satisfied smirk on Joon’s face.

He couldn’t remember much from that night, but he sure remembered how hard Joon went on him, and how much he screamed for more.

"You’re not going to tell me to stop, are you?" Han Joon asked, although there was no sign that he would even if Radia asked for it.

But, well...Radia had no intention to stop either.

"You did not stop that night," he replied with a lick over his glistening lips. "Not until I passed out."

Han Joon’s low chuckle was the only thing he could hear aside from his own moans that morning.