By Zephyria “Good boy, my Hong-seo.”
“Heeu, huck… Huck…”
Sobs mixed with his moans. Unlike the days he was neglected, demeaned, and used, he seemed to understand that he had waited a long time to hear again these simple words of praise, given for even the smallest things by his side.
He thought it wouldn’t be noticed amidst his moans. Lee Hae-sung removed his hand from his bare buttocks and tapped his buttocks over his clothes.
“Good boy. Since you’re good, stop crying now. Okay?”
Shwaaaaaa.
Along with the sound of water hitting the tiled floor, like the sound of waves or rain, his face began to get wet. His soaked lower body quickly clung to his skin.
His body, which had finished showering before bed last night, still smelled fragrant. But to tangle freely, at least his private parts needed to be cleaner. Lee Hae-sung lathered the cleanser in his palms. He poured a sufficient amount into Choi Hong-seo’s hands as well, and then, as if demonstrating, began to wash Choi Hong-seo’s body all over. Directly with both hands, without a towel.
“Hoot, huck… Mm.”
He massaged his neck like a massage, then traced a zigzag pattern down his spine, his hand moving towards his buttocks along the curve of his lower back. His hands, full of slippery foam, awakened sensations wherever they passed. It was unclear whether he was showering like a foreplay or merely using the foam for caress.
“Euhut… Huk.”
Choi Hong-seo’s waist twitched with anticipation of what was about to happen, and his buttocks shook because of it. Seeing his body react like that made Choi Hong-seo’s ears burn. He kissed his hot ears.
“Hong-seo has to make me clean too. Is it because you’re feeling too much sensitivity?”
“Heeu… Hu.”
With his heavy, warm voice, he began to move his hands hesitantly. He rubbed his palms on his back, which was wriggling, to create foam. He traced every part of the volume and firmness of the rippling, curved muscles.
Swish.
His thigh pushed in deeper, bouncing Choi Hong-seo’s body and lifting it up. The sensation of their lower bodies pressed together through the wet fabric was even more suggestive.
“Haaah… Ha, ha… Huck.”
His hand, which had penetrated again through the thin indoor clothing clinging to his skin, grabbed his buttocks and pulled them tightly. His groin, bulging to an almost awkward degree, pressed firmly against Choi Hong-seo’s front. Choi Hong-seo’s penis, stimulated by his thighs and pelvis, was not entirely flaccid.
Whether it was due to the warm water pouring from the showerhead or body heat, the skin beneath the wet clothes felt hotter than usual. It was the same for his and Choi Hong-seo’s. Looking down, the shape of his erect phallus was clearly visible through the wet pajamas. Its thickness, length, and even the shape of its glans were revealed.
“Eueu, hoot… Huck…”
That magnificent thing, steaming as if it were emitting steam and overflowing with yang energy. The desire to enjoy pleasure with him, using that, made him restless to the point of madness.
It was strange how, even when a soul awakened in another person’s body, even after experiencing such shocking events, one would still get hungry. Even when staying awake all night, sensitive and alert, one would eventually fall asleep without realizing it. No matter how desperate his love for him was, his carnal desires also craved him.
If all of that was proof of being a living human, Choi Hong-seo wanted to be faithful to those desires. He couldn’t consider what the body demanded as vulgar. He couldn’t. Because he had lost it. Because he had caused the person he loved pain because of it.
“You’re looking intently, just like before… It’s embarrassing.”
Embarrassing. He wanted to retort, “Don’t lie,” even as a joke, but he stopped himself, fearing his voice wouldn’t sound casual.
After a low chuckle, his hands pushed Choi Hong-seo’s lower garments down. Even wet from the cleanser’s foam, the pants slipped off without resistance. His buttocks and genitals were exposed, and Lee Hae-sung spread his fingers wide, as if gauging the volume of the flesh, and gripped it firmly.
“You’re exercising regularly, right?”
Choi Hong-seo nodded.
Yoon Hye-an’s body was completely unmanaged. At his young age, perhaps being merely thin might still make him appear aesthetically pleasing, but that was only for a time. Just being thin wouldn’t allow for the best appearance in clothes, in dance lines, or on screen while acting. Balanced muscles were essential.
The roles that cast Choi Hong-seo or Yoon Hye-an also demanded more than just acting ability, so those aspects couldn’t be neglected.
Besides, he wanted to become even a little bit more similar to Choi Hong-seo’s body from before.
“Our Hong-seo is excellent at self-care.”
Lee Hae-sung’s hands, after kissing his cheek, slid one between his legs and the other up his side.
“Hngh, ugh.”
Choi Hong-seo’s body, which had been awkwardly holding Lee Hae-sung’s waist with a foam-covered hand, swayed. From back to front, Lee Hae-sung’s right hand, gently stroking Choi Hong-seo’s lower half, provided balance.
His left hand had already reached near his chest. His straight, long middle finger traced around his areola.
“Your nipples have swollen.”
In his voice, which sounded concerned, Choi Hong-seo looked down at his own chest. His chest, which had begun to develop a thin layer of muscle, was beating irregularly. And as he said, his red areolas were noticeably plumped up.
Below, his large right hand gently enclosed his entire lower half.
“This too… has become fuller than usual.”
“Hah, hng.”
Choi Hong-seo tilted his chin up, clinging to Lee Hae-sung’s side.
“When sexually aroused, the area around the genitals and the nipples both become fuller than usual. Though it varies from person to person.”
“Hng… Hck.”
“Your body wants sex, Hong-seo.”
Lee Hae-sung whispered that into his ear, then began toying with his hardened nipple with his left hand.
“Was… was my body like this too?”
“It was. Though I didn’t tell you every detail back then.”
He pressed his lips to Choi Hong-seo’s temple and paused before continuing.
“And now this body is also your body. Hong-seo’s new body.”
“……”
“I’m not giving it back.”
His lips traced down his jawline, neck, and collarbone, heading downwards.
The nipple, a small, round, plump lump in the center of the swollen areola, was next to be swallowed.
“Hngh!”
As if witnessing a sight too shocking to bear, Choi Hong-seo covered his mouth with his hand. He stepped back, his head hitting the glass wall again.
“Mmm, mm!”
With one hand, he held and rubbed the rounded right nipple, while he began to suck the left one. Because of the angle of his body pressed against Choi Hong-seo’s side, his cheek was pressed against his upper chest as he suckled. His right hand continued to caress his lower half from behind.
Overwhelmed by the simultaneous stimulation, Choi Hong-seo didn’t know what to do.
The hand not covering his mouth wrapped around his neck, and he gripped his shoulder tightly. The plump nipple was rolled around wildly in his hot mouth. The tip of his tongue lightly tapped the flesh, then bent and twisted it this way and that. The other breast, held between his index finger and thumb and gently squeezed, was equally restless.
“Hck, hck… Khh. Hng.”
His waist bucked as his tongue licked the nipple’s surface rapidly, increasing its speed. Standing was becoming difficult.
Just looking down at him engrossed in his chest intensified his arousal. His erect penis nodded involuntarily, dripping clear fluid. His waist kept lifting, his heels rising. His toes, bracing against the tiles, tensed.
A finger dug into the secret, deep place between his buttocks, tracing circles around the entrance of his anus.
“Ugh, hm. Hng. Hng.”
He could vividly feel the slippery finger, slowly and deeply penetrating. Choi Hong-seo instinctively gasped for breath, clenching his buttocks. His mouth grew dry. He removed the hand covering his lower face and tilted his chin up, taking water from the shower into his mouth.
“Haa!”
And then he immediately came.
Inside, in that tight space, he spread his fingers apart.
“Ugh, ng… Hck…”
The feeling of being forcibly widened brought to mind the imminent penetration of his genitals. The long finger, piercing through the tightly packed, winding flesh walls, teased him by narrowly passing the vulnerable, rounded area.
Lee Hae-sung glanced up at Choi Hong-seo, who couldn’t stay still, squirming and wriggling. As if to scold him, he bit down on his nipple between his teeth, gnawing it, just enough to hurt.
“Ugh!”
“Why are you so restless?”
“Ugh, ugh… Hngh…”
He shook his head, digging his slippery fingertips into his shoulder as if embracing him. Without even realizing what he was denying.
“Do you want me to thrust harder?”
The fingers parting his anus brushed again against the bulging area.
“Here.”
“Hck!”
“Shall I rub it, press it, and completely crush it?”
“Hng, hck. Hng. Hngh.”
“I know what happens to Hong-seo then.”
“Haa, hng… Hck… Hngh, hck…”
“Are you crying just from hearing it? If it’s like this, how can you not eat or sleep and just have sex?”
Tsk. After a clicking sound of his tongue, his eye level suddenly dropped. Without hesitation, he knelt at Choi Hong-seo’s feet. Choi Hong-seo’s penis, continuously leaking, bobbed and brushed against the tip of his chin. He withdrew his fingers from his anus and kissed the glans, gripping the base of his penis.
“Ugh, let’s, let’s go to the bed…”
Choi Hong-seo pulled his hand, which was wrapped around the base of his penis, upwards.
“Back then, I just thought I had to do it… I was going to start with fellatio, but now…”
Kneeling as if praying to a god, he took the glans into his mouth and then lifted his chin, looking up at Choi Hong-seo. Tracing his earlobe with his fingertips, Choi Hong-seo looked down at him with loving eyes.
“I want to do it because I love you.”
“……”
“I hope we can do it for each other. Today.”
The wet glans slipped from his lips. His penis, bouncing and hitting his lower abdomen, sprang back and brushed against his nose again. Lee Hae-sung, his lips buried at the base of his penis, looked up at him and said.
“Are you suggesting 69?”