By Zephyria “Before, you… you wouldn’t let me do it… Hk! Hup!”
“Ah, Hong-seo can’t. Today is the day I do it for you.”
Was this the same person who would read Choi Hong-seo’s needs and feelings and accommodate anything, even with just a thoughtful expression? But this was clearly Lee Hae-sung, looking at him with hungry eyes, half his face buried between his legs.
He was clearly Lee Hae-sung, and he knew it was something only Lee Hae-sung could do, igniting his entire body with a thrill and pleasure he had never felt before, without any discomfort or disgust.
“Huu, hu…”
Choi Hong-seo’s back trembled at the touch of his hands pulling apart the flesh on either side of his anus, widening the opening.
His tongue, repeatedly dabbing saliva onto the widened opening, moved with an almost ticklish softness. Lying down, he couldn’t help but writhe his hips.
“Eeeum, mm… Haa, hu, hoot.”
His devotion to tending to the place he would enter was tenacious and profound. He felt like he was going mad. His buttocks kept tensing, causing the opening to clench on its own, and his toes, rubbing against the sheets, slid and slipped. He was so desperate he wished he would just be roughly rubbed like before.
Even though he had prepared in the bathroom, he couldn’t bear to have the area for intercourse with him exposed so close, to have it smelled, to have it licked. Not just his face and ears, but his entire body turned red.
It was the first time.
From beginning to end, the act had always just been creepy and something he hated, but he had never felt ashamed. Choi Hong-seo was also learning for the first time that shame on the bed was an emotion one could only feel in front of someone they liked.
As the entrance softened from saliva, this time fingers pushed their way in.
His heels lifted, and Choi Hong-seo’s waist rose into the air.
“Ah, ugh… hng!”
His fingers, thoroughly coated in his saliva, carefully, straight and long, pierced his insides. All the while, he continued to caress the entrance with his tongue to keep the opening from drying out.
As the number of fingers increased, the entrance widened, and the inner walls softened. The speed of the fingers moving in and out also gradually quickened. When he scraped the inner wall with his fingertips as he withdrew, and then thrust his fingers in straight and deep, his entire body trembled and vibrated. Thump, thump, thump. It felt as if a long groove was being carved into his brain, following the shape of his fingers.
“Haa, hng… hck! Haa, hng!”
The saliva creating bubbles around the opening, the long, slick, wet fingers moving in and out through it, the red flesh clinging to the fingers and being pulled out with their thrusts… Choi Hong-seo could vividly picture such lewd images unfolding between his legs.
Above all, the thought that he was watching all of it unfold right in front of him… he couldn’t tell if it was stimulating his shame or his arousal.
His body involuntarily jolted with the strength of his arm thrusting inside him, and Choi Hong-seo raised his arms to cover his eyes.
“Don’t look… hck, don’t, don’t look… Mister, please… hck…”
He pleaded, almost crying, begging.
But regardless of the words, the soft, melted flesh below was sweetly clinging to his fingers. The sensation of his fingers, thrusting in powerfully, then bending at the tips inside to grope and rub, was vivid. Just the awareness that a part of his body was inside him made him feel like he was opening up more. It was himself, after all, who was lifting his hips and ass, knees bent and thighs spread. He hadn’t been told to do so.
From between his legs, with a voice thick with lust, rough and scratched, he looked up at Choi Hong-seo.
“Who said you don’t feel it well?”
“Hck, hng… Really… I usually don’t… feel, hck.”
“You don’t seem credible in your current state.”
“Come up… hck, h-here, come up and do it…”
Even when he reached down and flailed his arms, all he could touch was his hair.
With each powerful thrust using the strength of his entire arm, Choi Hong-seo’s erect penis, stuck to his lower abdomen, swung and bounced alternately left and right. Then, with a big clench of his waist, it would swing and slam into his face. Each time, Choi Hong-seo covered his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care at all. Rather, he just looked and savored it with eyes chasing after oily prey.
Once Choi Hong-seo’s anus could comfortably accommodate three fingers, he slowly withdrew them and sat up.
The empty opening where the fingers had been still trembled with pleasure. He felt the entrance, unable to close, quivering, and the man kneeling between his legs, bracing himself on his knees, also looked down at that lewd contraction.
Bending his elbow, he raised his right arm and it disappeared behind his back. Then, he grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it straight up. Stripping off his top in one go, he appeared even larger than usual in the darkness.
No matter what he wore, it was immediately clear that he had a very well-trained, solid physique. But his bare body, revealed after taking off all his clothes, was beyond that.
His arms and torso, which had looked slender in a bespoke high-end suit, were packed with thick muscles. The muscles, which bunched and flexed in a chain reaction like intricate machinery with his movements, looked as hard as steel forged and hammered in fire. They looked like they wouldn’t feel pain even if hit, or that a blade couldn’t penetrate them. While appearing strong, the organic form, composed of smooth curves, was beautiful.
With every breath he took, his taut chest muscles swelled, and the grooves between his abs were deep and distinct, as if carved with a rough chisel. Choi Hong-seo’s gaze moved lower.
Even through his underwear, his erect penis was so prominent that the shape of its glans was clearly visible, pushing against the pajamas as if to tear them. The part touching his glans was darker and wetter than the rest.
He unhesitatingly pushed the waistband down.
The act of revealing his genitals seemed no different from taking off his shirt, and his casual, unselfconscious movement struck Choi Hong-seo as even sexier.
As he removed his pajamas and briefs, his penis swayed heavily. It was so large it felt cumbersome, and so hard, like the root of an old tree, that it couldn’t help but vibrate with even the slightest movement. The testicles hanging below his penis were thick and full, and it looked like it would hurt every time they swung. When the bodily fluids that had thoroughly soaked his glans dripped heavily onto the sheets, Choi Hong-seo swallowed dryly and hesitantly sat up.
Perhaps his worry that it would hurt was unfounded, but as he walked down from the bed towards the nightstand, he subtly clutched his crotch. He knew it was just to reduce the shaking, but it felt like an act of displaying sexual dominance. The problem was that this ostentatious behavior actually stimulated Choi Hong-seo’s desire.
The silhouette of his erect penis, seen from the side, was unbelievable. Even in Western porn, such a large member was rare.
Yet, it wasn’t grotesque. The harmonious proportion of its thickness and length, and the dizzying angle, like eyelashes curled by an eyelash curler, were even beautiful.
Choi Hong-seo, completely captivated by his profile, widened his eyes when he saw the plastic cylinder he found in the nightstand.
“You had lube all along!”
Looking down at Choi Hong-seo’s resentful expression, he shrugged.
“Hmm… I never said I didn’t have any. Even if I did, I wanted to open you up with my own saliva, with care.”
He climbed onto the bed, smiled, and kissed him. The ensuing deep kiss made his mind reel, and he couldn’t continue arguing. When their tongues, which had been melting together sweetly, left his mouth, Choi Hong-seo’s penis had become even harder again.
He tore open the condom with his hands while kissing Choi Hong-seo’s face all over.
“What time is your schedule tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, the CEO told me to rest…”
“……”
His hand, taking the condom out of its packaging, paused for a moment. Then, he nodded and said,
“Ah… that, that’s very welcome news.”
Choi Hong-seo wrapped his hand around his wrist as he tried to put the deflated condom onto his glans.
“So, since I’m resting tomorrow, I want to do it without a condom.”
“……”
He fell silent, his face showing a mixture of surprise and conflict. But Choi Hong-seo knew that he wanted it just as strongly.
The temptation to feel each other’s most secret and vulnerable parts as they were, without even a 0.01-millimeter layer of polyurethane.
“Let’s do it without a condom.”
As he repeated the words, a strange courage welled up in Choi Hong-seo. No, it was closer to stubbornness. He wanted him. More than he had ever felt certain about anything.
He scratched his cheek, contemplating, then finished stripping off Choi Hong-seo’s pajamas, which were still precariously hanging with all the buttons undone. Then, kissing his exposed shoulder, they fell onto the mat together. His hand, stroking his forehead, was warm.
“Our Baby is quite curious sexually.”
He seemed to be trying to brush it off as a joke. After all, it was Choi Hong-seo who would bear the physical strain when they did it without a condom.
Choi Hong-seo hugged his neck and rubbed his lips against his cheek, which was starting to feel rough, whispering.
“We’re dating, so it’s okay to just do it, right?”
He rubbed his thigh against his long, prone side, and rubbed his face against his arm, which stroked his hair from his forehead to the back.
He twisted his waist and gently rubbed his penis between Choi Hong-seo’s legs.
“You want me to insert this… without a condom?”
Meeting his gaze, Choi Hong-seo nodded. He cupped his face, pulled him closer, and kissed his chin and lips. While returning the pleading, cute kisses, his face still showed hesitation. But in his narrowed eyes, a persistent desire flickered. As proof, his husky voice was rougher than usual.
“And ejaculate inside your tender belly?”
“Please do.”
Hanging onto his neck, he showered his handsome face with kisses.
“Do it like that. Insert it just like this.”
“What if you get pregnant then?”
“……”
“Will you marry me?”
His face remained completely serious, without a hint of wavering, and Choi Hong-seo froze for a moment. Only after a few seconds, seeing his smile, did he realize it was a joke and let out a faint, hollow laugh. But the laughter didn’t last long.
“Hng, hck… Haa, hng…”
Just the glans rubbing against the softened anal entrance made Choi Hong-seo’s breathing completely falter. If his thick upper body weren’t covering him, he would have thrashed like a fish pulled onto land. He marveled at how sensitive he could be.
“Haa, hng, hck.”
His penis, having sufficiently rubbed and widened the entrance, was slowly entering. This time, Choi Hong-seo’s breathing quieted. His eyes wide open, mouth agape, he focused solely on receiving the firm heat sliding into him between his legs. No, he couldn’t think of anything else.