CNC 151

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“Haa, hck! Hhheuu, hhh… Ah, Ahjussi, hhaak! Euk!”

Embracing a pillow, Choi Hong-seo, who was bent over with his buttocks raised high, gleamed faintly in the darkness. Lee Hae-sung, kneeling behind him and pressed close, gripped Choi Hong-seo’s sides and wouldn’t let go.

As the thick, dark red shadow extending from Lee Hae-sung’s groin plunged deep between Choi Hong-seo’s buttocks, almost simultaneously, a wet friction sound of skin repeatedly struck the exposed buttocks and upper thighs.

“Hooo… ho.”

Lee Hae-sung let out a long breath. His broad, thick chest slowly settled. It was a breath that conveyed a sense of strong self-restraint. He pulled his pale buttocks outward and looked down. As he continued to insert himself, he watched his lover’s anus, which opened and closed repeatedly like pursed lips, receiving his penis.

That enormous penis, which seemed impossible to fit into a human body, stretched Choi Hong-seo’s anus to its maximum with each thrust, forcing its way in.

To be accepted.

To be accepted emotionally and physically by the person you love, the object of your desperate longing.

Lee Hae-sung, immersed once again in that sensation he had resigned himself to having completely lost, looked like someone intoxicated by the most ecstatic hallucination.

“Hhak, ha! Haaeeu, hhh… Ah, no… no…”

Choi Hong-seo, who had buried his face in the pillow, lifted his chin. His penis, hanging upside down, was on the verge of bursting. With each forceful thrust from behind, his penis and testicles flailed wildly.

The dark universe that had been flowing down was suddenly illuminated by hundreds of thousands of comets.

Like someone seeing a terrifying vision, he lifted his head and reached his left arm back, flailing. Lee Hae-sung firmly grasped Choi Hong-seo’s wrist. It was a grip that seemed intent on imprinting its shape onto his wrist. Pulling his body, which was trying to push forward, he thrust into Choi Hong-seo with even more ruthless force.

“Go… again, again… again, again… Hhaak, hht!”

Shaking his head violently, writhing as if his body were burning in flames, Choi Hong-seo reached climax.

“Hhheuu, hck… hck… Haa, hhh…”

The feeling of climaxing simultaneously front and back was never something he got used to. It was still fear rather than pleasure. His whole body trembled, and the inner flesh, tightly gripping Lee Hae-sung’s penis, convulsed and twitched. Choi Hong-seo lowered his raised buttocks and slumped onto the bed.

His vision, which had been dark, seemed to darken further, and then Lee Hae-sung’s entire body covered him from behind.

“Hhheuu, hhh… Um… hck…”

Like a beast anticipating the violence to come, Choi Hong-seo turned his head to look at Lee Hae-sung’s face, which was resting his chin on his shoulder. The lips kissing his tear- and sweat-stained eyes were not rough at all. They were even cautious. He found Choi Hong-seo’s hand, which had been pushed under the pillow, and covered the back of it, interlocking their fingers. His fingers stuck stickily between each of theirs.

“I love you.”

“I love… Haa… hck! Hhheut! Hha, an, ahh, ng!”

At the moment his heart was captured by the whisper he could never tire of hearing, it pressed down on Choi Hong-seo again.

He mustn’t forget that the hot, powerfully pulsing penis was still lodged inside him. He had not yet ejaculated.

Another naked body lying on top of his naked body. Testicles crushed between the mattress and his thighs, and the rounded flesh on the lower sides of his buttocks splitting apart. On top of that, another lower body stacked. Taut buttocks contracting and relaxing, and thigh muscles stretched taut. Sweat glistening on the skin covering the tightly packed muscles. A long penis panting as it moved in and out between the buttocks of the person beneath. Another thick testicle relentlessly striking the perineum between the anus and testicles.

All the vivid images of intercourse and copulation unfolded clearly in Choi Hong-seo’s mind. He felt like an observer of this sex while having it. His sex was so immediate and primal that it engaged all his senses.

Thump-thump-thump-thump.

Feeling the movements, which filled and rubbed and stretched him inside, shorter but faster, increase in speed, Choi Hong-seo tightened his grip on their clasped hands and braced himself for Lee Hae-sung’s climax.

“Hhaak, hat! Hha!”

It was Lee Hae-sung who climaxed, but it was Choi Hong-seo who released a breath, letting go of the lip he had been biting. The sensation of the bulging, throbbing penis writhing inside him and pouring out semen.

“I only do bare-back with people I love.”

Perhaps it was because of those words that he felt a fullness beyond sexual satisfaction every time he felt Lee Hae-sung’s ejaculation without a condom. He released one of their clasped hands and slid his hand under his prone body, touching his lower abdomen. The place where his love had been poured out in abundance.

Countless kisses rained down on his nape, and his thrusting subsided after he ejaculated. Although the not-fully-retracted penis remained lodged inside him, it was bearable just to have the violent insertion, which had echoed even in his mind, stopped.

“Eeuu… Eut, hup.”

As the penis, which had been tightly blocking the space between his legs, slowly withdrew, Choi Hong-seo flinched at the back of his neck. The sensation was so vivid that his anus involuntarily tightened. The inner flesh and penis, wet with semen, clung to each other, unwilling to separate.

“Hhheuu, hu… Hhuk.As Lee Hae-sung withdrew, bodily fluids dripped from his closing anus. The thick semen, not watery, flowed down his inner thighs.

As it emerged all the way to the tip of the glans, Lee Hae-sung’s penis twitched and sprang away from his body. Lee Hae-sung, sitting up, wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand. His entire body was tense with exertion, and his penis was still hungry. His gaze, which swept over Choi Hong-seo’s sides and buttocks, where the imprint of his hand remained, naturally turned to the space between his legs. His testicles and penis, slick with intertwined bodily fluids, protruded and hung between his legs, indistinguishable as to whose they were. The anus, which Lee Hae-sung’s penis had been entering just moments before, had not fully closed and fluttered with Choi Hong-seo’s breaths. In any case, it was a body that had been thoroughly ravaged by violent intercourse.

Lee Hae-sung licked his dry mouth and lips with his tongue, then grabbed Choi Hong-seo’s left arm.

“Hong-seo-ya, look here. Are you okay?”

Choi Hong-seo’s body, forcibly turned onto his back, was even more of a mess than his rear.

His eyes, wet and raw, his flushed complexion, his lips that refused to close like a lower orifice, the saliva that flowed around his mouth, his earlobes, redder than his cheeks. Lee Hae-sung’s gaze, which intently examined his face, resembling someone who had just finished crying bitterly, still flickered with heat.

“Hht, hck. Hhhu.”

Lee Hae-sung traced Choi Hong-seo’s lips, which were emitting whimpers as if recovering from crying, with his thumb. His gaze then lowered.

The nipples, which had been persistently tormented since the bathroom, were red and swollen, and the space between his wriggling legs was completely soaked. From his pubic hair and the shaft of his penis, to the smooth, glistening glans and inner thighs, there was no part that wasn’t wet. It was a lower body that seemed ready to receive him softly, even if he were to thrust deeply at once.

Lee Hae-sung’s gaze greedily scanned every inch of his lover’s adorable naked body, which had been literally torn apart by intercourse. He licked his lips at the sight of his penis, unusually white against his inner thighs, elongated by the Cooper’s fluid and semen he had shed throughout the long caress.

For a moment, Lee Hae-sung furrowed his brow and leaned his upper body down towards his lover. Stroking his flushed face, he pressed his lips to his. He soothed his labored breaths and gently melted the sweet-smelling interior of his mouth.

“I’m sorry. Did I torment you too much?”

Choi Hong-seo looked up at the tender face that brushed the hair from his own.

“Just… about usual.”

Lee Hae-sung’s eyes widened at Choi Hong-seo’s tightly choked voice.

“Do I torment you this much even on usual days?”

“I didn’t say you torment me.”

“But you cried?”

“That’s…”

While Choi Hong-seo rolled his eyes, searching for the right words, Lee Hae-sung’s upper body pulled away after kissing him between the brows.

“I won’t torment you anymore today. Baby, first, drink some wa—”

Lee Hae-sung stopped and turned as he tried to pull away from between Choi Hong-seo’s legs. Choi Hong-seo, who had been lying listlessly, propped himself up on his elbows and grabbed Lee Hae-sung’s wrist.

“You’re not… done yet, are you.”

In the bathroom, on the bed. He had come twice, but as if it were far from enough, his genitals were still erect, flaunting their virility.

“Are you trying to seduce me? You can’t even hold yourself up properly?”

Lee Hae-sung was smiling, but he was already sexually stirred by the passive seduction offered by his younger lover.

Choi Hong-seo swallowed, moistening his dry throat.

“Tomorrow is a rare day off, isn’t it.”

“You pushed me hard all week. This is my result of reflecting, and you’re making it useless like this?”

Unable to muster the courage to speak while looking at his face, Choi Hong-seo let his gaze slide down. There, he saw his naked body, overflowing with sexual allure, and his thick, throbbing penis. His eyes, unsure where to land, eventually met his gaze again. He had to drive the point home for the contemplating man.

“We’re newlyweds, aren’t we…”

“……”

Lee Hae-sung licked his lower lip with his tongue and turned his body back, sliding between his legs. Choi Hong-seo embraced his body fully.

Lee Hae-sung couldn’t sleep well at night. Even when he finally drifted into a shallow sleep, he had seen him writhe in pain several times, as if suffering from nightmares or sleep paralysis. At those times, he wouldn’t wake up even if he shook him. He knew that after intense sex, he slept somewhat better. That’s why Choi Hong-seo didn’t want to stop now.

“Hnn, hck… Haa, ha…”

Feeling the penis slowly re-enter the spot it had just left, Choi Hong-seo stroked the back he was holding. Pressing their lower bellies and chests tightly together, Lee Hae-sung whispered, rubbing his own cheek against Choi Hong-seo’s heated one.

“If we stay like this, I have no worries at all.”

“Then let’s stay like this all night, us.”

He lifted his head and offered a charming smile before him.

“If we did, I’d really ruin our Baby’s body.”

Not just his body, but his mind, his next life and the life after that, he could gladly ruin them all for you. He thought it only in his head, not speaking it aloud. He knew it wouldn’t make him happy, but sad.

After that, he didn’t know when he fell asleep.

The plan to lull him to sleep with intense sex instead led Choi Hong-seo into slumber. He woke up with a jolt, his whole body trembling as if he had dreamt of falling off a cliff, finding himself in Lee Hae-sung’s embrace. Perhaps he had a bad dream he couldn’t recall, Choi Hong-seo realized his body was drenched in cold sweat.

Mmm, hmm…

A groan, like someone suffering from a high fever, came from above him. As expected, Lee Hae-sung’s sleep was difficult again today.

He was frowning, his brow deeply creased. His jaw muscles were clenched, his molars pressed tightly together. This wasn’t sleep.

Choi Hong-seo slipped out of his embrace, cradled him against his chest, and gently cupped his head. When he wasn’t suffering from nightmares, he would open his eyes immediately if Choi Hong-seo so much as wiggled slightly in his arms. It wasn’t that he was sleeping so deeply that he wouldn’t wake up from this much movement, but rather that he was suffering so deeply in his dream.

Fighting the groggy sensation of his whole body being sucked into a swamp, Choi Hong-seo held his large body tightly and buried his lips in the crown of his head.

The peaceful daily life that appeared on the surface was, in reality, a walk on melting ice. They looked at each other, held each other, and smiled without voicing their true fears, trembling inwardly with dread. This was no life at all.

Why did you bring me back?

Whether it was God, Buddha, Allah, or all the deities of heaven and earth, he wanted to ask any god.

Did you bring me back to torment this person like this, and then punish me with it? He wanted to lash out, to rage. Just… you should have just thrown me into the fires of hell. Why are you punishing me through this person? You say God is full of love. Why are you making this innocent person suffer, instead of the one who sinned? Why?

Hot tears flowed over his head. Choi Hong-seo, pushing away the tears with his fingertips as if refusing to yield, realized the face he touched was hotter than his tears.

He had thought it was the lingering heat from sex. After being with him, a hazy warmth that raised his body temperature by 1-2 degrees often persisted. But something was different.

A high fever, nausea, the dizzying sensation of his body sinking as the floor spun. Choi Hong-seo opened his eyes wide in the darkness and gasped for breath. He knew what this sensation was.

It was the first time ‘it’ had come, even though it wasn’t a place that held strong memories from his previous life.

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