A Name Swallowed by the Night

Sanggang bit his lower lip hard at the sensation of the tight, constricting heat. Narrow. That was his only initial thought. But the moment he caught the emotion flickering in the wet eyes looking back at him, that idle observation vanished instantly.

It was rapture. Sanggang read, with haunting clarity, the exact same emotion the late Ha Jinmok used to hold in his eyes whenever he looked at him. A surge of something boiled over in his chest alongside a sharp prickle of displeasure. What is this feeling?

Before he could identify the source of that internal heat, Sanggang moved. He lunged forward on his knees, forcing the other’s stiff waist to arch fluidly until his white hips were thrust upward. After driving him forward to a satisfying height, Sanggang reached out.

He grabbed the back of the man’s head and shoved it down. The emotion in those eyes was too unsettling. Pressing the man’s face into the quilt, he ground his member into the tight opening, feeling the resistance gradually give way.

As soon as the path loosened slightly, Sanggang began to thrust violently. Each time Sohwa’s body was pushed forward by the sheer force of the assault, Sanggang hauled him back to strike again. The scorching inner walls seemed to wrap around him, pulsing and clinging. Even through the physiological pleasure, the sense of irritation did not easily fade.

Yet, he had no intention of stopping. Without even thinking about why he was acting this way, Sanggang drove his hips forward. Small, broken moans leaked from Sohwa’s lips, muffled by the quilt. Surprisingly, the man didn’t struggle; he endured it all, bearing the weight of the Emperor’s rage.

Thanks to the oil, there were no tears, but the forced entry left the opening swollen and red. Sanggang pulled his hand away from the back of the man’s head to spread the rounded cheeks of his buttocks. He paused for a moment, staring down at the sight of himself buried deep within the quivering flesh.

Sohwa’s back trembled violently amidst sniffling and weak whimpers. With his thin inner robe pushed up, his gaunt spine was laid bare. Sanggang ground himself inside slowly before pulling nearly all the way out.

As he withdrew to the very tip, a lewd moan rose from below.

“Hhh… ngg…”

When he pushed back in with slow deliberation, the sound repeated. A sniffle followed quickly, but it was drowned out by a lingering sigh. Wi Sohwa was pleading—begging for him to return when he withdrew, and begging for him to go deeper when he thrust.

Whenever Sanggang buried himself to the root, the head buried in the quilt would lift slightly. Silken black hair scattered with every movement. Sanggang swallowed a different name that had risen to the tip of his tongue and asked:

“Does this feel good?”

There was no verbal answer, but the muscles gripping his member tightened in response. Sanggang let out a dry laugh and began to churn his hips.

“Indeed. You must be overjoyed to finally receive the Imperial Grace you so desired.”

Every time he entered the searing, suction-like heat, a chill of pleasure raced down his shoulders. Suddenly, Sohwa turned his head, lifting his glistening eyes. Seeing those large, dark pupils sent that subsided displeasure surging back to the surface.

It was irritating. Why did this man—who shared not a single feature with the dead—keep reminding him of him? He felt a dark urge to pluck those wet eyes out. But a stronger wave of pleasure crashed over him.

Sanggang resumed his violent rhythm, driving deep into the man’s core.

“Hss, ngh… ah, ahh!”

He pulled the man back as he collapsed forward, thrusting so hard that his testicles slapped against the other’s buttocks. As the climax approached, his mood grew increasingly feral. He felt a contradictory urge to split the man in half and to pull him into a crushing embrace at the same time.

As he leaned down to cover the man’s back, Sohwa’s slender neck arched back. His cascading hair fell away to reveal a profile flushed red against deathly pale skin. Sanggang grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked.

He drove even deeper. Pulling the gasping man further back, he bit into his lips. His tongue moved ravenously, licking the inside of the man’s mouth, catching a mix of saliva and erotic whimpers.

Sanggang kissed him while staring at his tear-wet, fluttering eyelids, then stopped and waited. He waited for him to open his eyes.

After a long silence, their eyes finally met. In that instant, Sanggang reached out his other hand and covered Sohwa’s eyes. He didn’t know why he did it. He only knew that, in that moment, he didn’t want to see anymore. He wanted to pretend—to ignore the fact that the person beneath him was not the one he truly wanted.

There were many reasons Sanggang had sought out Sohwa tonight. One was the Empress Dowager. She had been persistent despite his display of anger at the birthday banquet. Her daily visits, poking and prodding at his nerves, had left him in a foul mood for days.

Furthermore, his brother, Prince Yulpyeong, had joined the chorus, clamoring for him to take a concubine. He had been grinding his teeth, thinking he would give them exactly what they wanted. Seeing Sohwa’s face at such a time felt like the perfect opportunity.

Wasn’t Bogyeongdang the very place where the concubine most cherished by his grandfather had resided? Since Sohwa was staying there at the perfect time, he decided he would perform the ‘union’ his mother so desperately craved.

Besides, with Sohwa looking at him with those yearning, wet eyes, he was a convenient enough partner. The fact that the partner was a man might be uncomfortable for the Empress Dowager, but it mattered little to Sanggang.

In fact, wasn’t it better this way? It would serve as a small revenge against his annoying mother. Once she heard of tonight’s events, she wouldn’t mention concubines for a while. That alone was a sufficient harvest.

However, he hadn’t expected to feel like this. He hadn’t intended to be so rough. He had planned to simply take him once and discard him. So why was he feeling this way?

The hot, narrow heat felt surprisingly good. The slick oil made his movements effortless, and the erotic tightening with every thrust wasn’t bad at all.

But whenever he met those eyes, he felt an urge to be cruel. Facing that tear-stained face made him want to spit out curses. He wanted to pull the hair of the man who was helplessly receiving him and make him cry even harder.

He had never intended to kiss him, yet the moment their eyes met, he found himself biting the man’s lips. The other’s saliva was sweeter than expected, and his ragged breaths and whimpers felt fragrant. While the thin neck and the bony hips that bumped against him were irritating, the man’s desperate, sobbing voice was quite to his liking.

But what if it had been someone else? Sanggang bit down on Sohwa’s lip as he spilled his essence deep inside him. Sucking in the weak sobs, he pushed his hips in to the absolute limit.

“Nngh…”

A sweeter sound flowed into his mouth. Contrary to his expectation of displeasure, the tiny voice that followed smoothed the furrow in his brow.

“Your Majesty… hss… Your Majesty…”

How could this man call out to him so desperately when they had barely met? Realizing that the voice was overlapping with the voice of the one he once knew, Sanggang pushed himself up from the man’s back. He let go of the tangled hair and withdrew his member, causing Sohwa to collapse onto the quilt.

Sanggang stared coldly at the essence leaking from the open heat, swallowing his ragged breath as he surveyed the bed. He looked around the bedroom as if searching for something, then turned his gaze back to the panting, thin back before him.

The man, slumped forward and gasping, used his arms to lift his upper body slightly. As his long hair draped down to hide his face, desire flared up again. When Sanggang’s hand stroked the trembling waist, the man turned his flushed face toward him.

Lips, barely visible through the shroud of hair, moved faintly.

‘Your Majesty.’

It felt as if he heard a voice that shouldn’t be heard. Sanggang grabbed the inner robe and yanked the man up. Ignoring the sound of the thin fabric tearing, he sought out those lips amidst the disheveled hair and bit them. With his eyes closed, it no longer mattered who the man was.

As he kissed him and forced his legs apart to re-enter the already loosened heat, a low groan erupted. Mashing his member into the depths made even more viscous by his own seed, Sanggang lowered his head.

Moving past the prominent Adam’s apple on the thin throat, he reached the flat chest heaving with rapid breaths. Sanggang took a red nipple, stark against the white skin, into his mouth and ground his hips slowly.

“Ah-ut!”

As he bit and pulled while bucking his hips, a scream rang out. He pulled back his waist and sucked on the nipple he had just bitten, prompting a sobbing wail.

“It hurts… it hurts…”

The man’s weak, whispered cries didn’t reach his ears. Sanggang bit and licked the chest while Ravaging the rear at his own whim.

“Ngh, hss, nng, hss…”

The partner let out moans that could have been from pain or pleasure, reaching up to grab Sanggang’s inner robe. Feeling the weight of the man clinging to him, the member moving inside him swelled even further. His scalp tingled. Goosebumps erupted on his sweat-slicked shoulders. Sanggang moved his hips violently, pouring his hot breath onto the flat chest.

“Mok-ah.”