By Zephyria The Inevitable (3)
The first experience of touching bodies remained an uncomfortable memory for both of them. It was a painful experience for Seong Mu-yeon and a humiliating memory for Baek Ryeo-il.
He had sworn there would be no second time…
When Baek Ryeo-il raised his hand and cupped his cheek, Seong Mu-yeon, who was always as lively as a live fish, leaned his face against it docilely. He closed his eyes as if he was languid.
It was a silent permission.
His heart, softened by the fulfillment of a lifelong wish, broke down all boundaries and walls.
Today, Seong Mu-yeon would entrust everything to Baek Ryeo-il.
That was where Baek Ryeo-il’s reason snapped. His body responded immediately. His center stiffened instantly.
Baek Ryeo-il’s dense eyelashes cast a shadow. Beneath them, his black eyes trembled with passion, meticulously exploring every part of Seong Mu-yeon. As if searching for what he desired within him.
They were close enough for their breaths to mingle.
Baek Ryeo-il had imagined this moment countless times. He had repeated it over and over, confident that if given a second chance, he could do much better than before.
However, all the plans he had thought about, again and again, had completely evaporated.
His eyes, which had been scanning everything around him with a wide view, narrowed drastically, focusing solely on Seong Mu-yeon’s body.
His senses became even more acute, feeling Seong Mu-yeon’s breathing and heartbeat.
His body kept leaning towards Seong Mu-yeon, but the wooden bathtub was blocking them.
With a splashing sound, Baek Ryeo-il contorted his body into the tub. His broad shoulders completely covered Seong Mu-yeon’s body.
Seong Mu-yeon was buried in his shadow. Hiding in Baek Ryeo-il’s huge shadow gave him a strange sense of relief. It felt like no harsh words in the world could cross Baek Ryeo-il and invade him.
“I want to taste every inch of your skin.”
Baek Ryeo-il took a large mouthful of his shoulder. His soft, powerless tongue, without any edge of teeth, licked his shoulder at length.
“I was too hasty before.”
Baek Ryeo-il buried his nose in Seong Mu-yeon’s neck and took a deep breath.
“Haa…”
It was a body fragrance he had thought was unique from the beginning. A scent that drew his gaze when it lingered at the tip of his nose. Unlike fragrance oils or Ten Thousand Mile Pursuit Incense, it seemed to be a unique body fragrance that he possessed.
He was resentfully disappointed that he became faintly desensitized as he filled his lungs with this scent.
Baek Ryeo-il’s manhood had been erect for a while, but now he had no interest in taking care of his own body.
His only goal was to savor this man trapped in his shadow.
However, Baek Ryeo-il did not rush in rashly. First, he gazed at his naked body until he was satisfied. His gaunt body had gained a little weight since he first saw it, but not noticeably so.
‘I need to feed him better.’
He was dissatisfied that he couldn’t touch him as much as he wanted because he was all skin and bones, and he was afraid he might bruise him.
A deep, moist kiss traveled up his neck.
“You have a mole here.”
He stopped between his neck and collarbone and lightly scratched the area with his teeth.
Seong Mu-yeon inhaled sharply.
“Why?”
“…It tickles. Ugh.”
Once again, this time biting a little harder, Seong Mu-yeon stiffened. It was a strange sensation that made his knees weak.
Not missing that reaction, Baek Ryeo-il licked his lips with his tongue and raised the corners of his mouth.
“Do you like it?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
As he bared his teeth again, Seong Mu-yeon had no choice but to rub the back of his head against the edge of the tub and offer his neck.
‘W-what is this….’
He couldn’t resist. No, he didn’t feel like it. Half of it was ticklish, and half of it felt strangely good.
His body was melting languidly. His neck was one of the martial artist’s vital spots, but Seong Mu-yeon was not wary at all. At some point, a deep belief that Baek Ryeo-il would not harm him had taken root.
“You seem to have a weak neck.”
“Haa… haa…”
“Look… you’re hard too.”
Seong Mu-yeon’s manhood, which had never been hard before, was gradually gaining strength. The moment he came to his senses, he pushed Baek Ryeo-il’s chest away.
“Wait a minute!”
“Why?”
“What are you doing? Isn’t this a bit… Can’t we just do what we have to do and end it?”
Seong Mu-yeon had prepared himself for the pain that was about to come. But Baek Ryeo-il was just dawdling.
Wasn’t this kind of sticky foreplay like something lovers would do? Seong Mu-yeon felt uncomfortable.
“I guess we could. But you said it hurt. I don’t want to hurt you either… Do you not like it?”
When he placed his fingertips on his flat abdomen, his body trembled slightly.
“….”
Seong Mu-yeon was confused.
He couldn’t tell if this Taoist priest, who was standing there with his eyes shining brightly, was innocent or a highly skilled pervert.
‘I don’t know. Eat me or do whatever you want.’
Seong Mu-yeon lost all will to fight. He also felt a little empty.
Baek Ryeo-il chuckled.
‘He’s always so interesting.’
Seong Mu-yeon had never failed to meet his expectations. He always gave him unexpected reactions. It was the same on the bed.
The world had never been so colorful as it was these days.
He bent down. A tasting kiss gradually moved downward. A drop of water was forming on the pinkish bud on his pale chest. When he touched it with the tip of his tongue, the sweet taste of water spread quickly.
Baek Ryeo-il sucked the bud in one breath.
“…!”
Seong Mu-yeon’s body recoiled greatly, but he made no sound. When he slightly lifted his eyes, he was gently glaring at him with triangular eyes. This small animal had very little patience compared to its size, and it would soon grumble.
Baek Ryeo-il had also prepared enough for today.
Unlike what he had thought, the physical union of the two was not something to be done quickly and finished. It was clearly written in the book.
Only when the body is sufficiently heated and relaxed can a complete union be achieved. Forgetting that passage was the failure of the last time.
Today, he would definitely make up for the past humiliation.
Baek Ryeo-il rolled and pressed his tongue against the cute but elastic nipple. Each time, a twitching reaction was transmitted to Seong Mu-yeon’s thigh, which was placed on his thigh.
“….”
Meanwhile, Seong Mu-yeon was embarrassed. He had not expected the situation to unfold like this at all.
He just thought that if he endured the pain a little, as he did the first time, it would be over. He thought that Baek Ryeo-il, having gained experience, would have the leeway to soothe him gently.
However, the development was completely different from what he had expected.
From the moment someone buried their face in his chest, it was an unfamiliar posture, and then they licked and bit him.
Even more than that…
Every time his tongue flicked his nipple, a strange sensation vibrated through his body from there.
Even though he didn’t want it, blood rushed to his face and his chest began to beat rapidly on its own. His lower body, flushed with blood, felt tight and sore.
Baek Ryeo-il’s abundant hair tickled his chest and abdomen, and his breathing gradually became disordered.
Could this be happening? What on earth was wrong with his body?
He reacted to every touch, and he wanted to hide in a mouse hole.
But his thoughts did not last long.
“Heu-eup…”
Baek Ryeo-il, who had put his hand into the water, grabbed his manhood tightly. Seong Mu-yeon, startled by the moan he had unknowingly let out, hurriedly said.
“What are you looking at! It’s a physiological reaction, okay?”
“I know.”
Because his own was already swollen to its limit.
“….”
Seong Mu-yeon, his eyes red, bit his lip. Judging by the look on his face, it seemed like he was determined not to make a sound. His pale cheeks were flushed a lovely red.
Baek Ryeo-il stared intently at Seong Mu-yeon with blurred eyes. It was a gaze filled with desire to the point of giving him goosebumps. He put his own desires aside and focused solely on the other person.
Seong Mu-yeon’s breathing gradually quickened.
Baek Ryeo-il decided to add a variable. He had only been stroking the shaft, but suddenly he stroked the round tip with his thumb.
“Heueueu…”
Seong Mu-yeon’s slender waist bounced up. His tightly closed lips parted and a suppressed sound escaped.
At that moment, Baek Ryeo-il felt a chill down his spine.
Just by looking at him, his breathing also began to falter. He hadn’t even touched his own manhood, but it was sticking up on its own, as if it would tear his clothes.