Deleterious

Chapter 2

"S-sir"
It's all too familiar, a hand is tightly constricted around my throat, my back against the wall, and my brother stands in front of me with the same crazed look in his eyes and a smirk.

"S-sir p-please"

I'm now the one begging for my life, just like I always feared I would. Even as I stand there pleading and teary-eyed the crazed satisfied look never disappears. His hand only tightens making it harder to maintain consciousness and whatever sanity I have left.

"Little bro..." His tone is alarming. It gave the impression that he knew all of my darkest secrets, all of the emotions I tried to keep bottled up inside.

"S-sir please w-wai-Oh!"

The unexpected touch sends my mind into a frenzy. My body moves on it's own, arching into the hand currently placed on top of the bulge in my pants.

"What's this?" I shut my eyes tight hoping that will somehow make this entire situation go away.

"Sir let me go." My worst fear has come to life, he fucking knows. He wasn't supposed to know. The hand around my neck has loosened slightly, just enough so I can breathe.
Before I can catch my breath I feel the hand resting on the source of my embarrassment grip hard, so hard it hurts. It feels amazing, I try to arch further into his touch but I can't move. Han seok has effectively trapped my body against the wall with his own, crowding into my space.

"Han-seo, open your eyes."

The hand tight around my covered member begins to move slowly, deliberately keeping me on edge. At this point I'm a shivering mess, the wall so cold against my overly hot skin. I don't want to open my eyes, I don't want to get trapped further into this mess. What am I doing, I should be fighting you not trying to gain more of this brutal affection.

"S-sir, I said let me g-go." I place my sweaty hands on his chest and push, of course he doesn't move, I barely have enough strength to breathe properly let alone move the wall standing in front of me. It's the thought and effort that counts though.

I'm shocked when I feel the hand that burned even through my clothes move away. Since when did he listen to anyone, he never listens no matter how much you plead and beg. If I was any further gone than I already was I probably would've let out a whimper at the loss of contact.

"Open your eyes." His hand tightens around my neck, the sudden lack of breath is both frightening and exhilarating.

My eyes shoot open on their own accord. He has complete control over me, what I do, what I think. My body doesn't give me time to think things over before immediately bending to his every will. With my obedience his hand loosens once again while the unoccupied one makes its way to my belt. My body decides not to breathe on its own, without the help of my brother's hand squeezing my neck. I can't speak so I beg him with my eyes, I beg him to stop, to not cross a line two brothers have no business crossing. At least, that's what I try and convince myself I'm begging for.

It feels like an eternity has past before his hand makes a move, his head tilting, a true predator enjoying the struggle of his prey.

My belt is swiftly loosened and I finally breathe

"Sir..." I sound pitiful, I'm embarrassed by the way that name sounded coming from my lips. It felt like I had exposed myself, even an idiot could tell I was pleading for much more than what he was giving me.

The hand currently unzipping my trouser stops. His eyes change but, I can't understand what it means. I hardly ever understand a damn thing about him though, if he truly doesn't want me to know he'll make sure I can't figure it out. This doesn't stop me from getting lost in his eyes, no matter how much I don't understand the feelings behind them. Has he ever looked at me like this before? My face heats up at the newfound attention and I shift as much as I can against the weight of his body. The hand currently resting around my neck shifts, a wondering appendage caresses a long line against the bottom of my jaw.