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When Matthew left the courtroom, he could feel the eyes piercing through his head. That one pair of eyes was insulting, telling him he was not enough to be in that room. Matthew felt it; he felt the fire burning in his veins. He was always a feisty one, the one who never backed off, the one who fought with all he had. He knew this fiery personality of his gained him a few enemies at work, for example, the annoying prosecutor who always tried to get under Matthew’s skin—the prosecutor who owned the pair of insulting eyes.
Leaving the courtroom without a result again, Matthew was full of rage. His client, a twenty-one-year-old boy who just lost a sister, was accused of murdering the said sister. Matthew knew something did not add up. He was always good at reading people, and he was really sure that the boy was innocent, too sure in fact. But he had to prove this in court, which was really hard to do, because there was no footage of the car crash.
The prosecution claimed that the car crash was deliberately done by the brother to kill his older sister. The sister was a famous actress, and this fact made the case even harder to handle because the press was on Matthew’s neck. She had lots of money, and prosecutor Martinez thought this was the motive behind the murder.
Matthew was feeling sad for the brother; the incident was just a regular car crash. He had to deal with a murder accusation just because her sister was a loved actress. The boy and his parents didn’t even have a chance to grieve the dying actress.
And in the court, he had to bear prosecutor Martinez’s sarcastic comments all the time. Matthew hated him. Matthew hated the guy so much that he was on the verge of dropping everything and punching him in the face in the middle of the courtroom. But he had to protect his cool; the courtroom was a sacred place in his eyes. The courtroom was a place where justice would take place, and peace was made in that room. Matthew would never disrespect the place, even if his hand was itching with the urge to shed some blood of that asshole Nathan Martinez.
He drove home. The next trial was set for three days, so he had to go through the files again; maybe he would go see the wrecked car again, or talk to the parents again. He had to find a way, no matter what. After he became a lawyer, he has never lost a case, except the one he lost with his senior in his trainee days. His trust in himself, which never got any blow, was about to collapse, just because he was about to lose one case. He was always an overthinker, calculating all his moves before doing anything, feeling the guilt in his skin whenever he thought he did something wrong. He could not bear to lose this case. Not in this lifetime.
He entered the house with his keys, treating the object harshly. The anger was still there, banging in his skull. He slammed the door behind him and kicked off his shoes somewhere. Then he caught the smell; He caught the smell of freshly cooked pasta and the humming sound of the stove. His shoulder slumped slightly. He couldn’t bring himself to take any step for the time being, so he slowly sat on the floor.
His dear husband must have heard the door slamming, but he didn’t show up in the hall. Matthew knew why. His Gunwookie was a calm presence, never pushing, never pulling. He was an observer, and he knew better than anything to push Matthew in this moment. Matthew’s once sour face turned into a slight smile upon thinking this. He leaned his head on the wall next to him and closed his eyes. He listened to the sounds of the lively kitchen. Knowing that his husband was there, waiting for him, cooking his favorite pasta because he knew how Matthew was obsessed with this case and had forgotten to eat at work, he felt happy. After a while of getting calmer, he stood up. Placing his kicked-off shoes in their place and putting his keys on the table. Then he walked to the kitchen.
There was Gunwook, with his apron that says “The Best doctor AND The Best Cook,” which Matthew got him as a gift. He was mixing something in the stove, not the pasta, because the pasta seemed to be ready on the kitchen counter. Gunwook raised his head, feeling Matthew’s presence, but didn’t turn to look at him. “Rough day?” he asked with a calm voice. Matthew knew he was going to get scolded because he slammed the door like that, but he knew he was safe at the moment. He was safe to feel bad; he could cry, yell, and punch things. But instead of doing those, he walked towards his husband. He stopped right behind him before raising his arms and hugging Gunwook from behind. Matthew leaned his head on his husband’s back, taking a deep breath.
“I was so angry until I sensed the pasta.” Matthew joked. Both knew it wasn’t the pasta that calmed him down.
Gunwook chuckled, and Matthew felt the vibration in his back. “A good cooked pasta always makes you feel better, hyung. You have to raise your standards a bit.”
“Hmm, my standards and I are happy, thanks.”
“Do you want wine? Or something lighter?” asked Gunwook, sensing that Matthew was not ready to vent yet.
Matthew unwrapped his arms, feeling empty suddenly, and went to the fridge to take out some drinks. He took out iced tea after thinking for a solid 3 minutes. “I don’t feel like drinking tonight. Do you want wine? You can drink some.”
Gunwook shook his head, “Iced tea is good.”
When the dinner was ready, they sat together. Gunwook gave Matthew a disapproving look because he didn’t change his clothes. “What?” said Matthew and shrugged his shoulders. “I look good in a suit, you know?”
“I know, hyung, you look the best. But those are your work clothes.”
Matthew smiled first time in the night for real and stood up. “Okay, let me change first, doctor. I knew you were a clean freak, but… Should I reconsider this marriage?” While saying this, he walked to their bedroom.
Gunwook rolled his eyes. “We have been married for 3 years, aren’t you a bit late?”
Matthew chuckled in the room. Gunwook knew he was joking, but whenever Matthew joked about this, he got defensive. In reality, Matthew had no problem with his cleanness. Whatever Gunwook gave him, he would gladly accept it.
He came back to the kitchen, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. “Is this better, baby?” He kissed Gunwook’s cheek, but Gunwook wasn’t looking at him. Matthew sighed lovingly. He pulled Gunwook’s chair from behind with all his might to take him a little away from the dinner table. “What are you doing?” Gunwook asked in shock.
“Creating space.”
Then he sat on Gunwook’s lap, straddling him. “Wook-ah…” He whined. “Don’t be mad at me, please… You know I try to cover my distress with stupid jokes, hm?”
When he said that, Gunwook’s hands, which were still, made their way to his waist. His hands reached under Matthew's sweatshirt, rubbing his back gently. “I know, hyung. Just, I don’t like you joking about our marriage.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I will be careful.” Matthew hugged his neck like a lifeline. Like he would drown even if he gets his hold loose a bit. Gunwook also tightened his hold. “Won’t you tell me what happened?”
“Nothing much…” Matthew murmured into his loving husband’s neck. “Same things as ever, but whenever someone underestimates me, I get really angry. Like ‘I am about to either punch you or blast myself’ type of anger.”
Gunwook furrowed, gritting his chin. Matthew couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. “Hyung… Is this the same prosecutor again? What was his name? Nathan?”
“Hm, Nathan Martinez.”
“I don’t really know how he finds a way to piss you off like this. You are the sweetest soul on this earth, and you are talking about punching someone…”
Matthew gave him a forced chuckle. “I am not the sweetest soul, you are.”
“And, you are my soulmate. The problem is fixed.”
Matthew didn’t answer that, his mind drifting to the case. The boy who cried and begged him to prove his innocence is in his vision. Than the desperate faces of the boy’s parents. The heaviness of losing someone dear to you, but not having any chance to feel grief. His hold on Gunwook got tense.
“If I had a chance, I would glue myself to you,” he murmured. His voice cracked. He hated himself when he got like this. He would get a case, and he would overthink it constantly until he won it. But the overthinking wasn’t the worst part. When he got cases like this one, including a family, especially a family that is about to fall apart, he got emotional. He remembered his own family and how he lost them all of a sudden. Suddenly being all alone in this world, not even having a chance to feel sad, because he had to survive.
Gunwook was his only family.
“Oh, my love…” said Gunwook in desperation. He always felt Matthew’s sorrows deeply. He never questioned the quality of the problem. He just existed in a comforting way, sharing the pain.
“It’s okay.” Matthew sniffed. He didn’t want to cry. “My pasta got cold. It’s all because of you.” He backed off a little to see his husband’s face. Gunwook looked sad for him, and Matthew hated this idea too.
Gunwook smiled faintly. “How is that because of me?”
“You are so tempting! You tempted me, demon! Evil being! Hot person!”
Then Gunwook laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. It was always like that, even when Matthew was the sad one, he had a way to light up the mood. He never let Gunwook be sad for over five minutes, even if his own pain made him struggle.
Matthew got off his lap and took his own place at the table. They spoke about everything and anything.
“When was your conference? The one that will take you away for five days…” Matthew acted wounded. Five days apart from his husband? Death sounded better.
Gunwook kissed Matthew’s palm. “It’s next month, love. Actually, I was thinking… In the three days between the two conferences, I will be free. Maybe you should take some days off, and we can explore Italy together?”
“Oh?” Matthew never thought about this possibility. But he sulked. “I don’t know… If I can’t finish this trial before that… I can’t go. You know, it always gets delayed because of a lack of evidence. They don’t have any evidence, yet they still keep him in jail… I don't understand…”
“Yeah… It‘s been more than a month already, and there are no results, right?”
Matthew nods, chewing his pasta harshly.
“Hyung… Why don’t we go step by step and think about the case again? Am I allowed to hear the details?” Gunwook asked, trying to make Matthew feel better.
“I mean, you should not know anything but, I am not in the mood for caring about laws. Especially when they do not work.”
After they finished their meal, they moved on to the living room, sitting knee by knee. The documents are laid in front of them.
“So… we have a brother and a sister. You know the sister, she is the famous actress who died recently, Mrs. Lee Ye-eun. They hop in her car, but the brother drives because his sister had alcohol that afternoon. They are going to see their parents, who are 5 hours' drive away. In their 3rd hour on the road, they collide with a truck. The sister dies, the brother lives. And it turns out the sister had a bank account for his brother, she was saving money for him. That is why the prosecution thinks this is a murder case.”
After telling the main story, Matthew handed Gunwook a document. “This is the autopsy report of her. Maybe you can see something, Dr. Park.”
Gunwook grinned and took the document, carefully reading everything. Matthew was still talking, mostly to himself. “The brother says he didn’t even know the bank account; no one knew. How could he possibly kill his sister for something he wasn’t aware of…?”
When Matthew huffed, Gunwook’s shoulder got tense. He was on the second page of the report. “Hyung… Something is wrong.”
“What? What is wrong?” Matthew immediately leaned in.
“You see this. This is her body temperature when the paramedics arrive at the scene. 34 degrees.”
“Yeah, what about it? Her body temperature dropped after she died,” said Matthew, staring at the document but actually not reading anything. His mind was not working; he was really tired.
“But the paramedics arrived very fast… Listen, hyung… Body temperature drops 1,5-2 degrees per hour. Let’s say her temperature is 36 normally; it would take an hour to drop this low after she died.”
“So, what you are saying is… she didn’t die in the crash?”
“Yes, hyung. I think she was already dead when the crash happened…”
Matthew stood up and started pacing in the room nervously. The thing Gunwook noticed changed everything. The case had to drop if they could give testimony about this. Because the accusation was that he killed his sister in a car crash. But then, how did she die? He turned to Gunwook, who was looking at him already. His eyes were wide, trying to understand the situation.
“Wook-ah, do you have any idea how she died then?”
“Not right now. But I want to go through the documents, can I?”
“Yeah, sure.” He sat back next to Gunwook, blankly watching his hands go through the pages.
“Hyung, do we have her hospital records?”
“We don’t. But I can request it if you think it’s necessary?”
Then Gunwook nodded. After some time, he felt Matthew’s head on his shoulder. The stress must have gotten to him eventually. One of his hands was still grabbing a piece of paper tightly, not letting go even when he was asleep. Gunwook took a deep breath. He couldn't see his love's face at the moment, but he could guess the shape of Matthew’s eyebrows. Sometimes when he thought about something more than he should have, he would frown even in his sleep. He would walk around with a headache, constantly trying to fix the stance of his eyebrows.
Gunwook slowly took the paper from his hand and kissed his palm. He waited a couple of minutes to make sure Matthew slept deeply, and then he carried him to their bedroom. Matthew was already smaller than Gunwook, but when he fell asleep like this on Gunwook’s shoulder, he looked even smaller. Gunwook took a deep breath. He hated it when his workaholic husband overexhausted himself like this. Yet still, how could he prevent it? He couldn’t, or simply wouldn’t. This was a part of Matthew’s personality. All Gunwook could do was to offer support and love whenever needed. He caressed Matthew’s hair, combing them backwards with his hand. Then put a simple kiss on his forehead. He was counting days for this case to end peacefully.
***
The next morning, around 6 a.m, Matthew woke up with sweat all around him. His dreams weren’t in his favor, and it was concerning how a single case turned him into his fourteen-year-old anxious self. He looked to his side, but Gunwook wasn’t there. Then he remembered his husband had patients to look after in the hospital. That meant he needed to pull himself together without Gunwook's help. Yet he texted his husband with many happy and hearty emojis, wishing him luck on his long shift.
Then he raised himself from the bed. His bare feet met the cold floor; he shivered. But he did’t mind the cold, maybe it would make him come to his senses. There was a sandwich on the kitchen counter with a note on the side. The note said, “Don’t forget to eat and don’t overwork yourself!!” with lots of hearts around it. Matthew knew this was Gunwook’s most profound love language: keeping Matthew healthy, ensuring his food, and checking on his mood. He smiled to himself, hearing his own heartbeat. He knew he could make anything happen when Gunwook believed him like this.
After he ate the sandwich, he opened his laptop to get ready for the next court that is in two days. He needed to prove that the sister’s death was before the car crash. Then he would need to request hospital records according to that result. The prosecution would probably think the brother was the murderer anyway, even after he proved this point. Yet, he could prove he wasn’t the culprit if they could find another reason in the hospital records.
***
When Gunwook arrived home after a long shift, he found Matthew in front of his laptop. Matthew looked at him with a tired smile, a simple one that made Gunwook’s stomach twist a little. He wanted to keep Matthew safe and happy, but how could he protect him from his own mind? Instead, he asked, “How many cups of coffee?”
Matthew didn’t know the answer to that, but it was enough coffee to make his hands shake. Yet he wasn’t feeling bad, just maybe tired. “Come here,” he said without answering the question. He opened his arms, and Gunwook dropped his bag on the floor with a loud thud. He reached for Matthew’s waist, easily lifting him from the chair. Matthew hugged Gunwook’s neck and wrapped his legs around his waist.
Gunwook was worried about him; he knew this case was a special one. He knew the case hurt all of Matthew’s old wounds. “Hyung…” he murmured into his neck. But he didn’t know what to say. “Did you eat?” he asked with a whisper. He wanted to tell him to rest, tell him that he was doing too much. He wanted to yell at Matthew for being so inconsiderate of himself, but he just asked if he had eaten.
Matthew nodded, not answering the question with words. “Gunwook-ah… Won’t you kiss me?” he whispered instead. He thought he would die from exhaustion five minutes ago, but when he saw Gunwook with his messy hair and scrubs…
Gunwook loosened his hold and pulled back a little to see Matthew’s face. Seeing Matthew’s eyes that were glinting with mischief, he let out a scoff. “Hyung, aren’t you tired?” he asked with a grin.
“I am tired… Maybe I need a check-up, Dr. Park?”
Gunwook shook his head in disbelief, “You and your kinks…” He was still grinning ear to ear.
Matthew shrugged and pouted. That made Gunwook’s grin fade. He took a deep breath and nuzzled Matthew’s neck. “You have to promise me.”
“Promise what?”
“You will sleep in tomorrow. And you won’t overwork. Because I plan to exhaust you a lot…” He gave Matthew’s neck open-mouthed kisses. He was dying to make Matthew squirm under him, but he was also worried.
Matthew closed his eyes when he felt the kisses. He died a little when Gunwook did this. Gunwook always knew how to please Matthew and how to drive him crazy. “I can’t sleep in, I need to work.”
“Come on, baby… It’s Sunday. You can sleep in.” Gunwook’s kisses reached Matthew’s collarbone, pulling his hoodie aside. “Hmm?” he asked again. “Or should I stop?”
“No, don’t stop… Gunwookie…”
Gunwook walked towards their bedroom while still carrying Matthew. He lay Matthew on their bed, crawling on top of him. “So?”
Matthew avoided his piercing gaze. He was blushing and sweating. His husband was the most dangerous person in the world, he could swear. He made Matthew ache so bad that Matthew felt like he could burst. “Okay, I promise,” he murmured.
Gunwook grinned again, “Good answer, baby. Maybe I should reward you?”
Matthew looked at his face again, seeing the hungry look on Gunwook’s eyes. He whined. “Gunwook-ah…”
“What? I am giving you what you want. Aren’t I?” He put his hand in Matthew’s hoodie, tracing the line of his abs. “I love your body…” he murmured, more to himself. Then he raised the hoodie to reveal Matthew’s stomach. He was deliberately acting slow, knowing this is what drives Matthew crazy.
“Gunwook…” Matthew whined again.
“Yes, love?” Gunwook asked, slowly leaning in to kiss Matthew’s stomach.
Matthew didn’t continue. And Gunwook knew he had nothing to say. Matthew loved to be taken care of in bed, and Gunwook gave more than what he wanted. “Arms up,” said Gunwook, and reached for Matthew’s hoodie. Matthew listened and raised his arms, letting Gunwook take off his oversized hoodie. Then Matthew reached for Gunwook’s top, pulling the scrubs upwards. Gunwook let him. And they stared at each other’s naked bodies for a second.
Matthew giggled, “Isn’t it weird we get stunned whenever we do this? We have been together for ten years, for God’s sake.”
Gunwook laughed with him, “I can never get enough of you.”
Then he leaned in again, and he kissed Matthew’s stomach again, looking into his eyes. He traced a line to his neck, crawling on top of him. “Are you done giggling?”
Matthew nodded. He knew Gunwook was going to ruin him that night. Gunwook bit his shoulder without any force. “You know…” he said. “I will make you cry tonight.”
Matthew gulped, nodding again and wrapping his arms around Gunwook’s neck. Gunwook grinned. While kissing and biting Matthew’s neck and shoulders, Gunwook’s hand sneakily reached for Matthew’s crotch, rubbing him with his palm. The uncalled touch made Matthew squirm and moan under Gunwook.
“God… You’re always so sensitive,” Gunwook murmured while keeping his hand there. Then his hand reached under Matthew’s sweatpants and boxers, touching his cock without any fabric.
“Wook-ah!” Matthew breathed his name like he was praying. Gunwook kept rubbing his cock, wanting to make his husband even more vulnerable. Then he stopped and stood up from the bed, leaving Matthew whining because of the lack of hands on him. Matthew straightened up, watching Gunwook.
“What?” said Gunwook, teasing him. “You can’t exist without my touch for two minutes? What a crybaby…”
Matthew frowned. He knew Gunwook was doing this on purpose to get under his skin. But Matthew wanted him on top of him, where he belonged. “Get back here.” He said, still frowning.
“Then why don’t you take off my pants? Do it for me.”
Matthew looked into his eyes and stood up, standing right in front of Gunwook. He had to look up because his husband was unnecessarily tall. Then he put his hand on Gunwook’s nape. He pulled his husband closer to his face, giving him a tender kiss. Gunwook’s eyes closed with the soft kiss. When Matthew pulled back, Gunwook opened his eyes. Looking even hungrier for Matthew.
Then Matthew slowly kneeled in front of him; this time, Gunwook was whining. “You cannot do this all of a sudden. What if I can’t control myself?”
“Then don’t,” said Matthew, pulling Gunwook’s pants and boxer at the same time. Gunwook’s already hard cock was right in front of Matthew’s eyes. He looked up to meet Gunwook’s gaze. “Am I the sensitive one? You should worry about yourself, Wookie.”
Then he rubbed Gunwook’s cock a few times, licking his lips. He could feel Gunwook’s hands on his hair, not doing anything yet. He grinned and licked Gunwook’s cock from the root to the tip. “Hmm…” he made a meaningless sound. Gunwook’s hands on his hair tightened, yanking his head back not too harshly.
“Are you going to take me or not?” said Gunwook between gritted teeth. Matthew’s grin widened, and as Gunwook’s hands got loose, he took the tip in his mouth, sucking gently. He swirled his tongue like he did a hundred times. One of his hands reached to hold Gunwook’s balls; he squeezed and rubbed them. Gunwook moaned. Just like Gunwook knew what Matthew loved, Matthew also knew everything.
Matthew slowly took more of Gunwook’s cock into his mouth. No matter how many times he did this, Gunwook was still too big for him. His mouth stretched around his husband’s cock, and Gunwook was giving him time. He increased the rhythm of his movements, letting Gunwook fuck his mouth. He could feel Gunwook’s hands tightening in his hair.
Matthew pulled back. “Why are you holding back?”
“I am just giving you a chance to do it how you want.”
Matthew rolled his eyes, one hand still rubbing Gunwook’s cock. “I want you to fuck my mouth without cowering.” He got frustrated, felt like Gunwook didn’t want him the way he wanted Gunwook.
Gunwook chuckled, “Ah, you do?” he said. Then he rubbed Matthew’s hair, “Okay, if you want it so bad.”
Matthew took him once more, still burning with frustration. He sucked Gunwook again, not that gentle anymore.
Then Gunwook pushed his hips forward suddenly, filling Matthew’s mouth. He pulled back and did it again. Matthew made a sound deep from his throat. Gunwook held his head in place and started fucking his mouth properly. He wasn’t gentle or considerate. He gave Matthew what he wanted. He pumped his dick in his husband’s pretty mouth.
Gunwook moaned and got even harder. Now pushing himself impossibly deep in Matthew’s mouth. Matthew breathed through his nose and held on to Gunwook’s thighs. He felt like he was choking in every move, and that made him incredibly hard.
“Will you swallow?” Gunwook asked panting. Matthew couldn’t answer him, but he also didn't do anything to reject it. After a few thrusts, Gunwook came into Matthew’s mouth with a loud growl. Matthew tried to swallow it all, but some of it spilled from the side of his mouth. Gunwook pulled back with hearts on his eyes. Matthew looked so sexy with cum dripping from his mouth.
He pulled Matthew to his feet, whispering, “You are something else.”
Matthew, unimpressed by the compliment, said, “Will you fuck me or not?” He mimicked Gunwook’s earlier frustration. Gunwook chuckled again. “As you wish,” he said.
He pushed Matthew on the bed, crawling on top of him again. “I will fuck you so good, you won’t have to worry about your job anymore. I will make you come to your senses.”
Matthew chuckled, “Please do, doctor. Heal me.” Matthew knew he made Gunwook worried for the last couple of weeks, and Gunwook was pissed off. Not that he did it on purpose, but he thought to himself, ‘I did well.’ Pissed off, Gunwook looked incredibly hot.
He kissed and licked Matthew’s neck again, and slowly went down until he reached Matthew’s pubic. He put a kiss on the area and straightened himself to take off Matthew’s sweatpants. “You are hiding these amazing thighs with your clothing choice… Maybe you should walk around naked more often, honey, hm?”
“Nope,” Matthew said. “You need to earn your right to see them. Just like you do right now.”
Gunwook chuckled. His husband had a sharp tongue like his mouth wasn’t fucked seconds ago. After taking the sweatpants, he raised Matthew’s legs to have a better view. He sighed, getting excited to fill him up. He pressed his thumb to his hole, pushing past the tight ring. “Gunwook!” Matthew moaned with pain.
“Alright, alright…” Gunwook pulled his thumb back, reaching for the drawer next to their bed. He took out a bottle of lube, and he poured the liquid on his hand. And this time, he pressed his pointer finger on Matthew’s hole, trying to stretch him up. Matthew moaned again. “You’ll be the end of me, Wook-ah.”
“That’s my aim, hyung.” He fucked Matthew’s hole with only one finger at first, then added the second one. Matthew stopped trying to look at Gunwook and let his head fall on the bed, covering his face with his forearm. Gunwook decided he was stretched enough and raised his head only to see Matthew all flushed and covering his face.
“Hyungie… Are you alright?” he asked with a soft voice.
Matthew nodded, but he didn’t show his face. So Gunwook reached out to take his arm out of the way, and he saw Matthew’s teary eyes. But instead of panicking, he grinned. He knew this face so well. Matthew was extra needy and sensitive, and he would die to see his horny side like this.
“What are you smiling at?” asked Matthew with a grumpy voice. His skin was burning, his heart was pumping.
Gunwook shook his head and chose not to answer the question. He wanted to devour Matthew whole at that point.
“You are ready, baby,” he whispered and positioned his hard cock against Matthew’s glistening hole. Matthew nodded, face flushed. Gunwook pushed himself gently, “Hyung…” he groaned. After a few moments, he was deep inside Matthew. And he throbbed against the hole that surrounded him. Matthew hiccuped and wanted to cover his face again, but Gunwook didn’t let him. Holding his wrists with one hand and holding them above his head, he leaned in to bite his neck, hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t hide your face from me. We talked about this, baby.”
Gunwook started to move inside Matthew, making him moan loudly again. He thrusted in and out with power, pulling his cock until the tip and slamming right back in.
“Park Gunwook…! Ah! You…” Matthew barely uttered, unable to form any sentence.
“What is it, baby? Should I be harder? Faster? Should I fuck you until you forget everything?” Gunwook was sweating; his eyes were dark. He was angry at Matthew; he wanted to fuck his brains out. He wanted Matthew not to think about anything but Gunwook, and he wanted to remind himself whenever Matthew looked into the mirror. He bit Matthew’s shoulder this time, leaving a mark again.
“Is this good enough for you?” Gunwook asked harshly. Matthew was crying with pleasure; he nodded. He wanted Gunwook to kiss him, so he hugged his neck tightly. Gunwook did kiss him, not slowing down his thrusting even a bit. Gunwook whispered into his mouth between kisses, “You are the most beautiful thing in this world.”
Matthew shook his head, “No, you are.” The words came out as breath, since he couldn’t hold his breath even. He never believed he was someone special, but Gunwook made him feel important. In this household, he was cherished, adored, and loved. Gunwook made him feel beautiful in every possible way. He kissed Gunwook more deeply, his moans disappearing into his husband’s mouth. Their bed creaked with every thrust. Matthew could feel Gunwook’s cock hitting somewhere deep and dangerous.
Gunwook held Matthew’s cock and started rubbing. Matthew threw his head back, pulling back from the kiss. “Wook-ah, I will…”
“Me too, hyungie.”
Matthew came onto Gunwook’s hand while shivering and breathing deeply. And a few seconds later, Gunwook groaned and filled Matthew’s insides with himself. Gunwook stayed there, not pulling out yet. He kissed Matthew again, more tenderly this time. “I love you, even though you drive me mad,” he whispered.
Matthew giggled breathily, “I love you more, even though you make me feel dizzy.”
***
The next morning, Matthew slept in, just like he promised. When he woke up with a pain in his back and you-know-where, it was nearly noon. It had been a long time since he slept this much. He straightened himself and got out of bed, not realizing it was a bad idea to move alone. He held onto the bed and called, “Gunwookie…?”
After a few seconds, Gunwook appeared at the door with a huge smile on his face. “Did you sleep well?” he asked.
Matthew nodded, but he added grumpily, “I ache.”
Gunwook pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, sorry about that. I got a bit carried away.” And he reached for Matthew, hugged his waist, and lifted him. Matthew immediately wrapped his legs around Gunwook, like it was their place. “Did you have breakfast?” asked Matthew. Gunwook nodded, “But I can have lunch.”
After they had their meal, Matthew asked Gunwook, “Can’t I work even a little bit? This case is bothering me so much…”
Gunwook’s answer was immediate, “No, hyung. You promised.”
And Matthew kept his promise. They idly hung out together, watched a movie, and went to the supermarket. And even though his mind drifted to the case, Matthew relaxed a little bit. Having the love of his life helped him ease the hurt and the anxiety.
***
When Gunwook came home, he got flustered by Matthew, who jumped at him. Matthew had a huge smile on his face. A smile that could cause a disaster in the neighborhood. A smile that could make Gunwook go to the church and thank God. He would do anything for Matthew to be this happy all the time.
“What happened?” he asked with the same joy that Matthew carried.
“We brought a medical expert to the court, and he proved your point. They all believe now that she didn’t die in the accident! I asked for the hospital records, and they will send them to me tomorrow morning. The medical expert will go through them, but I wanted you to look into them as well. Is that alright? Will you be too busy? Oh, maybe you will… Nevermind, I got this!” Matthew spoke without stopping, even once, and made Gunwook laugh loudly.
“Baby, you are so cute… Of course, I can take a look at the records. I am never too busy for you.”
They ate the dinner Matthew made, chicken and rice. And Matthew told Gunwook all the details about the court. “When I said that I wanted the doctor to approve something, the prosecutor’s face got so pale. I wish you were there, you would laugh so hard! See, Nathan Martinez, I got you by the neck!”
He laughed and giggled a lot, making Gunwook take a deep breath with relief. Matthew didn’t act like his own self for weeks, and now here he was, the sunshine that keeps the world alive.
***
When the hospital records arrived, they sat together and read all of them together. While they were only on the first page, Matthew’s phone rang. He stood up and took the call; it was from the doctor they consulted.
“Yes, Dr. Kim?”
Gunwook bit his lips. Seeing Matthew in his lawyer mode always made him feel dizzy.
The doctor spoke, “Mr. Seok, there is something you need to look into. In the last page of the record, there is a note on some medicine Mrs. Ye-eun used.”
Matthew approached Gunwook and told him to open the last page in a whisper. Gunwook did what he said and gave the paper to Matthew.
“Yes, it’s in front of me right now?” he said, his gaze on the paper he didn’t quite understand.
“The medicine she used is a really effective antidepressant, and she seems to be using it for only two weeks.”
Matthew pointed at the medicine on the paper for Gunwook to see. Gunwook frowned immediately. Seeing his reaction, Matthew also frowned. He put the phone call on speaker, so Gunwook could hear it too.
“Yes, Dr. Kim?”
“I just wanted to let you know that this medicine can be dangerous when it’s used more than necessary.”
“You are saying the medicine can be the cause of death? Then we will need the toxicology results immediately… They must be available in a week at least.”
Gunwook whispered, “Can I speak to him?”
Matthew’s frown deepened, but he nodded.
“Hello, Dr. Kim. I am Matthew’s husband, and I am also a doctor. I would like to speak to you for a second,” he said politely.
The doctor said, “Ah, yes. Of course.”
“I read all the documents on this case, and I remember a paragraph mentioning that Mrs. Ye-eun was drunk when the accident happened.” He turned to Matthew. “Am I right?”
Matthew nodded immediately. “So, the medicine and alcohol could have reacted to each other?”
“Yes, that was my observation.”
Dr. Kim didn’t say anything at first. Then chuckled, “You have a brilliant husband, Mr. Seok.”
Matthew smiled at Gunwook, forgetting everything for a moment. “Ah…You are right.” Gunwook smiled back.
“I will ask the lab if they can deliver the toxicology results faster,” Matthew added after a moment.
They hung up the phone, and Matthew let himself fall on Gunwook. “My brilliant husband, huh?” He looked so much brighter than a few days ago, and this fact made Gunwook smile from ear to ear. He kissed Matthew’s cheek. “Eh, I didn’t graduate with honours for nothing.”
“Oh, I remember. You were so sexy when you made a speech… So dreamy…”
Gunwook chuckled, tightly hugging Matthew, who was practically lying on him. “Now?” he asked. “Am I not sexy anymore?”
“Nope, you got old.” Matthew deadpanned, looking at the couch cushions like they were interesting.
“Oh?” Gunwook stood up, picking Matthew up with him, and making him gasp. “I got old? I am only twenty-eight, hyung. And you are older than me.”
“Look at me for a second. I look like your younger brother, Wookie.”
Gunwook walked to their bedroom, still carrying Matthew in his arms. And he dropped him onto the bed. Matthew gasped again. “Mean!”
“Do you want to learn if I am old, hyungie?” Gunwook asked and took off his shirt in one move. Matthew’s mouth gaped.
“Sorry about that…” he backed off suddenly and made Gunwook chuckle. But his husband didn’t stop; he approached Matthew like a predator, caging him in the cold sheets. “Oh, you will be sorry in a minute.” And he started kissing Matthew’s neck.
***
“According to the toxicology results, Mrs. Ye-eun had alcohol and antidepressants in her bloodstream at the same time at the time of her death. And, this fact can lead us to a different conclusion in this case.” Matthew said in the court. His eyes, which were on the judge turns to Nathan Martinez, the prosecutor of the case, as he stood up. Prosecutor Martinez looked at Matthew with dangerously glinting eyes as always. “Our precious lawyer Seok Matthew is making assumptions on baseless reports, your honour.”
Matthew gritted his teeth. “The prosecution also assumed that my defendant killed the deceased, your honour. The toxicology results are more trustworthy than mere accusations. Also, I would like the prosecutor Martinez to be careful when addressing me; we are not friends, and this is a court.”
“Proceed with the toxicology results, Mr. Seok,” the honour said with a tired voice. The case took longer than anyone could have expected; they were on it for two months. And they had seven of these ridiculous courts where Nathan Martinez tried to humiliate Matthew. Everyone was sick of it by now.
“As I said, the results are more trustworthy than mere accusations. We can invite the medical expert to ask if you see it suitable, your honour.”
***
When Matthew arrived home, he could smell the pasta he loved. He stood there for a moment, letting himself feel the light emotions about the situation. Then he slammed the door on purpose and waited for a voice. Nothing came; Gunwook was the same as always. He smiled to himself and walked towards the kitchen, trying to put on a sad face. Gunwook didn’t turn to him. Matthew hugged Gunwook from behind and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.
“Rough day?” Gunwook asked, a slight edge in his voice. Matthew stopped himself from giggling at his worry and frustration. Instead, he whined, “ Gunwook…”
“Hm?”
“Turn around for a bit.”
When Gunwook turned to him, Matthew couldn’t hide the big smile on his face anymore. “If I had a chance, I would glue myself to you.”
Gunwook sighed in relief and asked.
“You won?”
“I won.”