By Zephyria It was almost preferable to the rapid, explosive climax. Every time he thrust deep, pressing into his flesh, Choi Hong-seo’s genitals, trapped between the sheets and his lower abdomen, received intense stimulation. He felt as if his penis, thrusting deep from behind and splitting his insides, was reaching his own penis. He was so intensely aroused, as if his front and back were connected.
“Please… please, Mister… Hhng… I, I’m, Hh, I’m really not in pain… so…”
He wanted to be pushed harder. Don’t melt me with shallow, soft movements, like kissing my insides… Please, thrust roughly, shake me madly, penetrate me so hard your glans leaves marks on my lungs and stomach, he felt like he would blurt out such things.
Turning his head to lick and suck his jaw and lips pleadingly, Choi Hong-seo squirmed his prone calves.
“This, if I do this… Hh, Hh, I think I’m really going to get weird… Ugh, nng… Hhng, Hhht…”
He slipped his arm under Choi Hong-seo’s chest and held him tight. Choi Hong-seo, finding it difficult even to lift his head, buried his face in the pillow, his side profile pressed into it, and exhaled his ragged breaths from the effort of his thrusting hips.
“When I wiped your body with a towel, and changed your clothes… do you know how I was?”
“Haa, Hh… Hh.”
“I was still erect.”
“Hhng, nng… Hhng, Hh…”
Even as Lee Hae-sung spoke, he continued to thrust his hips in short, sharp movements, creating a constant, tingling vibration in Choi Hong-seo’s lower body.
“It wasn’t because I saw you naked.”
“Hhkt, Hh… Hhht.”
Perhaps to delay Choi Hong-seo’s climax, he slowed the pace of his thrusting and continued speaking. It was effective; as he watched Hae-sung’s face, curious about the next part of the story, Choi Hong-seo was somewhat freed from the imminent climax that had been building up to his chin.
But separately, the confession that he had been erect the entire time he was changing Choi Hong-seo’s clothes and wiping his sweaty body while he slept, was undeniably heightening his mental arousal. Like a boy listening to a lewd story, he found himself focusing on Hae-sung’s lips.
“Seeing you completely surrendered to me, limp in my arms… my front grew heavier.”
“Uhh, Hhht!”
For a moment, he put strength into his hips and thrust deep inside. Choi Hong-seo gasped, involuntarily lifting his head. His buttocks tensed, and he unconsciously squeezed his penis tightly.
Enduring that pressure, he began to rub vigorously and quickly inside Choi Hong-seo, just as he had wanted.
“Even if it hurts, I wish you would be like that, Hong-seo. To even think that for a moment… Hh… that’s, that’s strange.”
“Hhak, Hh! Ugh, Hh!”
“Hong-seo isn’t strange.”
“I’m… I’m gonna… Hhht! Hh, Ugh, nng!”
This was his first experience feeling sexual pleasure from receiving a penis with his buttocks, but the climax he felt through his penis simultaneously was almost unbearable. He was like a giant teddy bear, too big to be held even with arms stretched wide.
Waving his weak arms, overcome by fever, behind him, Choi Hong-seo instinctively thrashed, trying to escape him. But of course, escape from the overwhelming pleasure was impossible. Lee Hae-sung grabbed Choi Hong-seo’s sides as he tried to climb up and pressed him down.
“You can go. What are you afraid of?”
His voice, husky and scratched, seemed to caress his hearing as well, as if it were soaked in sweet honey.
One of his hands, which had been pressing down on his hips, moved to his lower abdomen and placed his palm beneath Choi Hong-seo’s genitals. He didn’t grip. He simply rested his palm beneath the penis, as if letting it lie there.
“Haa, hhak… Hh… Hhng, nng! Hhht!”
“You have to look at me, Hong-seo. You have to meet my eyes and go. Okay?”
His low, sweat-soaked laugh, the fact that the friction was against his palm and not the sheets, pushed Choi Hong-seo towards climax. Looking into his eyes, he moaned freely, completely losing his senses. His body, heavy with fever, arched its hips higher, trying to swallow his penis deeper, down to the root, to draw out more pleasure.
Twisting his upper body as if a ticklish feather had been placed inside his clothes, he leaned his lips towards Hae-sung. With a face contorted in concentration from the increased speed of his thrusting, Hae-sung laughed as if he couldn’t be stopped and their lips met.
“Ughh… mm…”
Savoring the soft fullness of his lips, sucking his plump lower lip and scraping the tender inner membrane with his teeth, he too released thick, viscous semen deep inside Choi Hong-seo several times. All the while, the thrusting of his penis in and out of the lover’s anus, which was quivering from the aftershocks of climax, did not stop. He was not the type to hesitate before pleasure.
Squish, squish, squish. Slosh, slosh, slosh. He could feel the semen they had shed seeping between their damp skin. The area around his waist, centered on the point of contact, felt entirely liquefied.
They remained perfectly joined, kissing for a long time, rubbing their bodies against each other slowly, lost in the afterglow of their orgasms. Just feeling his semen filling his insides and his penis buried deep within it, pleasure continued to bloom within Choi Hong-seo’s body.
Even when he withdrew his penis from Choi Hong-seo’s body, their bodies did not cool. The sensation of the large, thick mass that had been tightly blocking the opening below, sucking at the inner wall and slowly withdrawing, was bone-chillingly vivid. As the rim of the protruding glans finally slipped out of the anus, he felt the stretched opening not quite close completely, remaining loosely slack. Choi Hong-seo clutched the pillow tightly, still prone. It was fortunate he had the blanket covering his lower body.
“Come here. Let’s drink some baby water for a bit.”
Lifting the blanket, a rich male scent wafted into his nostrils. It wasn’t a pungent odor, but a subtle aphrodisiac scent that warmed his body.
He gathered the limp, prone Choi Hong-seo into his arms. Then, he put the mouth of a water bottle to his lips, took a few sips, and gave it to Choi Hong-seo through a kiss. Even though Hae-sung wasn’t rushing, it was difficult for Choi Hong-seo to drink the water. Streams of water flowed down beside his lips.
“Ugh, mm… Hhup…”
After repeating this a couple more times, he drank the remaining water and tossed the empty bottle onto the floor. Then, he propped up a pillow and gently laid Choi Hong-seo’s upper body on it. During this, the tip of his still-erect penis dangled, brushing and touching various parts of Choi Hong-seo’s body. Each time, Choi Hong-seo’s whole body trembled.
He had once thought he wanted to rub his penis all over his body. Not out of lust, but because he wanted all of him. He wanted to have sex with all of him, all over himself. That was all.
Gazing at Choi Hong-seo, who lay limp, drinking whatever was offered and sitting wherever he was placed, without the strength to even twitch a finger, Hae-sung wiped the water from his lips with the back of his hand.
His gaze, tracing down the t-shirt stained with spilled water, semen, and sweat, was hot. The hem of the t-shirt barely covered half of his genitals. Briefly licking the edge of his lips as if tasting something, he settled himself tightly between Choi Hong-seo’s legs.
“Ugh, mm…”
As his still-bulging penis filled Choi Hong-seo’s highly sensitive groin, Choi Hong-seo closed his eyes and moaned.
He hadn’t heard the sound from midway and thought the rain had stopped, but it hadn’t. The sound of rain tapping against the window was still there. It was strange how engrossed they had been in sex.
He opened his eyes and looked up at Hae-sung.
“Your name…”
“Hm?”
Hae-sung, bracing himself on the mat on either side of Choi Hong-seo’s armpits, slowly moved his hips without penetrating, rubbing his genitals against Choi Hong-seo’s groin. He looked up.
“I want to call you by your name. Your name, Mister.”
“……”
His cheeks and lips twitched as if he had heard something terrible. No, it was more like an expression of someone who had received a touching proposal at an unexpected moment. Uncharacteristically, he couldn’t speak for a while, but then his lips showed a soft smile.
“If you want to, you should. I think I’d like whatever you call me, Hong-seo?”
He added a hint of playfulness to his smile, rubbing his genitals against the spot below his testicles, where his legs parted.
“Whether it’s Carrot Seller, Mister, Mr. Lee Hae-sung, or Hae-sung Hyung… or Darling…”
Choi Hong-seo’s lower body was softly open enough to immediately receive his penis, which was becoming hard and erect again. Feeling his own body tremble with desire, he placed his hands on Hae-sung’s thick chest.
“Hae-sung… sir/madam?””
After calling him that, he couldn’t help but chuckle at his own awkwardness and shyness. Pushing away from his chest, he averted his gaze. Hae-sung grabbed Choi Hong-seo’s hips and pressed his lower body tightly against him.
“Hh… Hhht!”
“Why are you avoiding me? I like it.”
“……”
“Try it more.”
As if he had penetrated, he continuously rubbed his tightly pressed lower body. The feeling of his bulging penis against his groin instantly made Choi Hong-seo thirsty again.
Grabbing and stroking his arms, which were braced like pillars, he called out his name. He wanted to call him by his own name, not a title like ‘Mister.”Hae… Hae-sung.” Hae-sung Hyung.”
“I didn’t know until now…”
“……”
“My name sounds lewd. Very lewd.”
He clasped his hands behind Hae-sung’s sweat-soaked neck, tracing up his upper arms, deltoid muscles, and shoulders. Then he pulled him closer and embraced him. Stroking his broad, muscular back, he wrapped his legs around Hae-sung’s waist. He pressed his lips to his warm ear and called him again. His name.
“Mr. Hae-sung…”
“Yes, Mr. Hong-seo.””
“Tomorrow, even if I’m all better, I want you to scrape inside me with your penis… so much that I can’t practice…”
His back muscles stiffened in his hands. Unconcerned, he held him tighter. He squeezed Hae-sung’s waist with his heels and inner thighs.
“Even if it’s not for a long time, I want to feel like… you’re still inside me.”
“……”
“I’m strange too, right?”
This time, he didn’t hold back. He thrust his still-erect penis deep into Choi Hong-seo’s body in one go. He held Choi Hong-seo’s hot body tightly, and then, lying on top of him, panted like a beast.
He bent Choi Hong-seo’s legs, resting his calves on his shoulders. His hips lifted, angling his genitals upwards. If someone were watching from behind, the sight of Lee Hae-sung’s glistening penis entering and exiting Choi Hong-seo’s anus would be fully exposed.
With each thrust, pushing as if to burst his insides, pressing from inside out, his penis pounded down from above, as if stamping, creating a different color over the awkward relationships Choi Hong-seo had previously endured.
They were all fake. A ruined painting. Forget them. He was engraving only his sex with Choi Hong-seo into Choi Hong-seo’s body and memory.
Although Lee Hae-sung called himself strange, Choi Hong-seo didn’t dislike the possessiveness he displayed.
Whether it was kidnapping or imprisonment, or if he wanted to retire him, or even more, Choi Hong-seo would never consider him strange. Even if he no longer treated him kindly, even if his affection turned into dark obsession, he would willingly comply if Hae-sung wished it.
Above all, Choi Hong-seo felt he understood.
Why Lee Hae-sung, the model third-generation chaebol, had such dark greed… why he felt an unquenchable thirst for him.
It was probably because of the darkness Choi Hong-seo himself possessed.
Because there were black, solid masses of darkness within him that he could neither expel nor dilute. Because he couldn’t tell him about that darkness, he had ended up keeping a secret from him.
Who could feel secure with a lover who held secrets? Therefore, whatever dark desires might exist within his inner self, it wasn’t his fault.
He had called Choi Hong-seo a small, self-luminous sun, but to Choi Hong-seo, Lee Hae-sung was the sun. Receiving abundant sunlight, like soft petals opening, he had naturally, and unknowingly, come to love him blindly. Because Hae-sung was the first person to teach him love since his birth.
He looked at him, smelled his scent, listened to his voice, and held all of him within his body. Even if they didn’t meet for a long, long time, he would still… be able to remember and love him.
The rain did not stop that night.
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