By Zephyria “Just drive the nail in all the way.”
Lee Hae-sung’s voice, filled with pain, was also a long nail for Choi Hong-seo. Hot tears immediately welled up in Choi Hong-seo’s eyes. He couldn’t understand why tonight was so particularly like this.
Completely relaxing, Lee Hae-sung collapsed onto his body. Choi Hong-seo wrapped his arms around his back. He stroked his hair and rubbed his cheek against the ear and temple that were pressed against him.
“Ugh, nng…”
Then, suddenly, a sweet moan escaped Choi Hong-seo’s lips. His shoulders trembled.
Lee Hae-sung’s fingers, still inside him, began to move. He was deliberately touching only ‘that spot’ that Choi Hong-seo couldn’t help but feel.
“Gk, hngg.”
It was astonishing that even in such a painful and desperate time, his fingertips could move over that spot, stroking and pressing, and he could feel pleasure so quickly.
It must be because it was him. I was a block of wood, unable to feel anything no matter what was done to me.
“Ah… sir, you keep touching there… hngp, hck.”
Pressed beneath Lee Hae-sung’s large body, he twisted his hips with difficulty, but the other man’s fingers moved more and more erotically and persistently. As his hard fingertips slid and stroked over that bulging spot, he couldn’t keep his free legs still.
His thick shoulders, covered in dense muscle, slowly rose before Choi Hong-seo’s eyes.
“Hng, hck… hht.”
At the blatant movement of the fingers beginning to move in and out below, Choi Hong-seo grabbed his arm in front of him and bit his lip.
“Ah, sir… gk, ugh!”
The force that had been thrusting, catching at his fingers, suddenly pulled back. As he shuddered at the sensation, he immediately lifted Choi Hong-seo’s lower body.
The next moment, Choi Hong-seo was dangling upside down, his back lifted off the mattress. Lee Hae-sung had hugged Choi Hong-seo’s waist and pulled him up tightly. His buttocks touched his chest, and his calves dangled in the air.
Lee Hae-sung yanked down Choi Hong-seo’s thin loungewear and briefs in one go. With his clothes caught halfway down his thighs, Choi Hong-seo had to expose his genitals clearly before his eyes.
There was no time to block it, and his eyes had no intention of letting go. A long, pointed tongue immediately dug into his anus.
“Give birth, then.”
Just like his fingers had. Choi Hong-seo could clearly see the movement of the tongue, darting in and out of his anus.
“I’ll flood this place with my seed.”
“Ughh, hck! Haaak!”
“But until you give birth, you can’t go anywhere.”
The position, with him digging between his legs and kneeling, was so exposed. While Lee Hae-sung licked, sucked, sometimes bit with his teeth, and widened the opening with his fingers, Choi Hong-seo had to witness it all.
The hole, exposed upwards, swallowed three of his fingers and widened. From his erect penis, hanging upside down, thick fluid continuously dripped. Choi Hong-seo raised his arms to cover his face. But the pre-cum he had shed himself, mixed with his wet saliva, made the squelching sound every time his fingers pushed inside impossible to block.
Immediately, his hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t cover it.”
He seemed to misunderstand, thinking he was trying to hide the spots on his face. But there was no time to explain.
“Hngk! Hat!”
The fingers that had filled the hole to bursting were suddenly pulled out. As soon as his body, which had been lifted, was placed back on the mattress, the loungewear and underwear hanging on his thighs were stripped off.
Before he could even catch his breath, he pulled the zipper of his pants apart and, taking out his penis, positioned himself tightly beneath Choi Hong-seo’s buttocks.
Lee Hae-sung hugged Choi Hong-seo’s legs to his left chest. Their thighs pressed together tightly, legs stretched straight towards the sky, resting on his left shoulder.
The thick glans, slick as if coated in gel, found its place between the parted lips of the hole. Choi Hong-seo swallowed dryly, unconsciously gripping the sheet.
“Nng… hngk. Nng…”
It was entering. His lower body instantly felt heavy. And this was just the glans penetrating.
Slowly, moving his hips flexibly, Lee Hae-sung scraped his teeth down Choi Hong-seo’s calves and looked down.
“Would a daughter be good? Or a son? Hong-seo.”
“Nng… ut, hht… haap… kck!”
Choi Hong-seo’s eyes flew open as if he had seen a ghost, his jaw dropping. He tore at the sheet he was gripping, his body trembling violently. Into the soft hole, barely closed, his member plunged in at once.
His pubic hair was being crushed against the tender skin of his buttocks. It was hot, like a thick, burning log being pushed into his belly, and the foreignness and pressure felt like his inner flesh was about to burst.
Yet, simultaneously, his lower abdomen tingled with pleasure as his penis rubbed against the entirety of his inner walls, which had become incredibly sensitive from their nightly intimacy.
As Lee Hae-sung began to thrust in earnest, the pleasure surged through Choi Hong-seo’s entire body.
With one arm, he pulled Choi Hong-seo’s thighs close; with the other, he caressed his calves, ankles, and bare feet… he moved his firm hips with unbelievable flexibility.
“This, hck, this is, strange… It’s strange, sir… Haak, my, my stomach… Hngg, nng…”
“What about your stomach? Does it hurt?”
It didn’t hurt. Choi Hong-seo shook his head violently.
With his legs drawn together, his inner flesh was also gathered more towards the center than usual, and the sensation of his hard penis thrusting deep into the soft flesh made him feel like he was going crazy. It was hitting deeper than usual, thud, thud. It felt like it was resonating all the way to his head, to his fingertips. He couldn’t say it honestly.
“This is a position that’s said to help with conception.”
His eyes, simultaneously hazy and radiant, looked down languidly. A red tongue licked its way up Choi Hong-seo’s calves to his ankle bone.
“It’s just a rumor, but there’s no harm in trying.”
His hips, which had been moving gently, suddenly changed direction. Feeling that he had sufficiently widened the inside, he now thrust his hips like a stallion running wild.
“Haak! Hng! Ah, no, ah… Ah, nng, nng, no… hngk!”
As he thrust, Choi Hong-seo trembled, flailing his arms in the air. Due to the position, he couldn’t grab him to stop him. More than doggy style, more than cowgirl. This position was hitting deeper than any he had tried before.
His penis had always filled his insides to the point of bursting. But today was different. It felt like it was entering places it shouldn’t. It was tearing through something blocked, invading, and persistently pounding somewhere in his body that Choi Hong-seo himself didn’t know.
For a moment, he had the foolish thought that he might actually get pregnant. The penetration was deeper than ever, and his entire body trembled with pleasure. An electric current surged from his erect penis and his buttocks simultaneously.
“No… ah, at the same time… not at the same time… sir, please… st-stop… stop!”
With hands that could grasp nothing, Choi Hong-seo pleaded with him.
“I’m sorry… hngp, th-that kind of thing… haak, nng, I shouldn’t have said it… hngk! Nng! No, go… go away!”
His jaw lifted, his open mouth forming silent shapes, Choi Hong-seo couldn’t even make a sound. He trembled and shook as if possessed. His heart felt like it was beating in his lower body. No, that hot sex organ pounding inside him felt like his own heart.
Lee Hae-sung did not stop, nor did he slow down.
The mattress, unable to withstand his force, bounced rapidly in response. Before the elasticity, energized, could return to its place, he thrust his penis back into Choi Hong-seo’s body, pressing down on the mattress.
“Hong-seo.”
“Haa, hak. Hng… Ah, nng…”
“From the moment I saved your number, you’ve been my Baby.”
Choi Hong-seo’s unfocused pupils slowly found Lee Hae-sung.
“I know, I know, sir… Sir, I’m, I’m sorry, hngk…”
“What do you want me to do? Huh? That I can live well without you, that I’ll be happy. Is that what you want?”
“Please be happy. I want… I want you to be happy, sir.”
Still unable to escape the stimulation at the peak of his climax, Choi Hong-seo reached out with wet eyes. Lee Hae-sung took his hand this time.
“I love you. I really love you so much. You know that, right?”
Intertwining their fingers, Lee Hae-sung bit his lower lip and looked down at Choi Hong-seo.
“Coming back… I’ve come to love you even more. You know that too, right, sir?”
Whether from pleasure or sadness, his eyes and expression were contorted. Tears suddenly streamed down Choi Hong-seo’s face. It seemed to be that kind of day.
“If I’m not here, what will happen to you, sir?”
Like his last defense crumbling, the tears flowed endlessly.
“You told me to live well, to love someone else, after leaving the house where your memories are.”
“Ugh, nng… hck… Ah, hht.”
“Your sir can’t do that.”
“Ah, hck, ah, ah…”
“So, live. It’s okay if it’s someone else’s body, it doesn’t matter what their face looks like. As long as the inside is Hong-seo.”
His face contorted as if enduring the pain of being seared by fire, he reached his climax. Holding Choi Hong-seo’s legs tighter in his embrace. Pressing his groin against Choi Hong-seo’s buttocks as closely as possible. He ejaculated his semen into the deepest part. Even as he ejaculated, he didn’t stop thrusting his hips. The friction sounds became wetter and richer with the semen.
With the excitement of sex and the sudden explosion of strength, his chest and shoulders swelled, wider and harder than usual. His intimidatingly robust body looked down at Choi Hong-seo, breathing heavily.
“Choi Hong-seo, who doesn’t stand by and listen when someone insults me. Choi Hong-seo, who jumped from the 32nd floor… to protect me… As long as you are Hong-seo.”
His penis, having just ejaculated, twitched inside Choi Hong-seo. As if it wasn’t enough. As if it needed something more to bite into.
Lee Hae-sung spread Choi Hong-seo’s legs apart and let them down. Then, he bent over and lay on his stomach.
“My Baby. My God.”
He buried his face in his abdomen and chest, stained with semen, and licked his way up with his tongue, like a devotee worshipping a god in a low tone. He kissed very carefully next to his lips, on the spots, and whispered in a choked voice.
“My God, who died and came back to life.”
This time, they thrust their hips into each other, holding each other tightly. He layered his second ejaculation onto the first, which was still pooled inside. As if keeping his promise to flood the place.
After that, he didn’t know when he fell asleep. Whether it was after the second ejaculation, the third, or after a dry orgasm where he trembled several times going only backwards because there was no more semen left.
He knew he had fallen asleep because he woke up. His eyes snapped open. Trembling violently as if he had dreamt of falling from a great height, he turned his head and saw Lee Hae-sung staring at him in the darkness.
He had brought a chair next to the bed and sat there, only wearing a robe that wasn’t even fastened, his back hunched, elbows on his knees, hands clasped at his mouth, like a guardian watching a critically ill patient who could die at any moment. He was motionless, like a statue.
Choi Hong-seo simply pulled back half of the blanket he was covering himself with. He made space beside him.
Lee Hae-sung also silently got up from the chair and slowly crawled under the covers. His large body was held by Choi Hong-seo. He wrapped a heavy arm around Choi Hong-seo’s waist as he lay on his side, burying his face against his bare chest and biting his nipple.
He gently embraced the man’s head and pressed his lips to his crown. Without tiring, new tears welled up.
Why were his tears so easily shed today? In fact, Choi Hong-seo had a premonition of the reason.
Tomorrow, or rather, since midnight had likely passed, today, they would not be going to America.
Even if they went to America, or anywhere else to find any renowned doctor, these spots would not disappear. The CNCs of collapsing without cause would not lessen. Lee Hae-sung also clearly knew this fact. He just wasn’t admitting it.
I’m sorry, sir. We probably won’t be able to go to America.
“Hong-seo.”
His voice, calling him tenderly, was rough, cracked, and hoarse. Instead of answering, Choi Hong-seo held him tighter and buried his lips deeper into his hair.
“You won’t make me anxious, will you?”
“I won’t. We promised, didn’t we?”
Holding each other, they stumbled into an unstable sleep. The sound of rain, which he hadn’t noticed until then, registered in his hearing like faint sobs. The sky had been overcast all day, and in the end, it was rain, not snow.
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