By Zephyria “So you’re rubbing your penis against my stomach because it hurts?”
“I never…”
He wanted to deny it, but it was the truth. Lee Hae-sung kindly pointed towards their lower bodies, which were pressed together, and raised his eyebrows. Choi Hong-seo, sitting on his penis, was unconsciously shaking his hips, rubbing his erect penis against his abs.
But it was unavoidable.
His penis, having abstained from sex for days, was more engorged than ever, and the sensation of it rubbing against the tender flesh of his inner thighs was addictive.
“It was because it hurt… I thought Hong-seo was just too excited…”
Choi Hong-seo covered his mouth with his hand. Lee Hae-sung evaded his hand, tilting his head back and then to the side.
“I thought you were using me as a masturbation tool.”
Seeing the amusement on his face, Choi Hong-seo stopped resisting. He was currently reveling in peace. A time free from any anxiety, such as the deepening spots or the possibility of collapsing in a cold sweat again.
Lee Hae-sung, pulling Choi Hong-seo’s tightly pursed lips closer, whispered affectionately while sucking his lower jaw.
“Weren’t you rubbing yourself against the place that felt good?”
His tone was affectionate, but the content was not. Yet, because of his tone and gaze, one could be fooled into thinking it was a kind word.
“Hah-hng, hngp… Hck.”
The fingers, which had been still inside his buttocks, began to twitch. The touch, fumbling inside as if searching for something lost, repeatedly stroked the bulging area. Heat rose from that spot. He could feel it clearly.
His hips began to lift. His waist twisted from side to side as he tried with all his might to suppress it. Choi Hong-seo, biting his lower lip to endure the pleasure, let go of the lip he was biting.
“Today.”
“Today?”
“Torment me more than usual.”
“And Hong-seo is more embarrassed than usual.”
The fingers inside bent into a wider circle. He pushed his fingers all the way in and playfully moved his palm around his genitals, stroking them. His waist trembled from the skillful and intense caress.
“It’s not usually like this. Where is the bold Baby who begged to sleep with me, to have sex with me? Huh?”
“I didn’t say it quite like that… Hhng, nng… Hhng!”
Choi Hong-seo’s chin tilted up, and his words were cut off. He twisted and gripped Lee Hae-sung’s shoulders as if pinching them. He had to dig in with his fingernails, turning them yellow, with such force. Because the fingertips, which had been gently stroking the sensitive sac, were now stimulating it more overtly, spinning around.
“Mister…”
“Me?”
“Because Mister said that…”
“What did I say?”
He thought he could say it because it wasn’t a lewd remark. But it wasn’t easy.
Looking at Lee Hae-sung’s face, tilted slightly with a relaxed smile, Choi Hong-seo knew he was pretending not to know, even though he knew everything. From experience, he knew he wouldn’t back down until Choi Hong-seo said it himself.
The fingers stroking the sac, as if coaxing and appeasing, could turn violent at any moment, so Choi Hong-seo’s buttocks and waist twitched irregularly.
“Our… first night.”
His earlobes and the rims of his ears turned bright red. He had to lower his head, almost closing his eyes.
Hmm… After a sweet sigh, the fingers withdrew from his lower body. His still-stiff inner flesh seemed reluctant, clinging to his fingers. This made Choi Hong-seo’s skin even redder.
Slosh, slosh.
He sat up a little straighter. His lower body and abdomen pressed closer together.
“Is that something you can’t say? It’s making me blush too.”
I gently wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at Choi Hong-seo. My body had already been touched everywhere…
The lower half, stimulated to an awkward degree, quivered, wanting him. To hide it, Choi Hong-seo kept fidgeting with his thighs and toes, and each time, the unintentionally pressed inner thighs rubbed against each other, drawing out stronger stimulation.
“Shall we do it again, like our first night?”
His tone wasn’t teasing.
I met his gaze with his pleasant, soft baritone.
“When we slept together for the first time. Hong-seo, you’re not young, so I didn’t think it would be your first time. But it was your first time, our Hong-seo.”
“……”
“So let’s relive that first experience today.”
With wet hands, I just toyed with his bare shoulder.
When we slept together for the first time.
Lee Hae-sung had found Choi Hong-seo’s attempt at fellatio before any foreplay on their first night together to be cute. He had interpreted it as boldness born from ignorance about sex. That’s how he seemed to see it.
But now he must know everything. Why I had become so accustomed to sex that felt like servitude.
Yet, he was calling that night Choi Hong-seo’s first experience.
No, perhaps he was saying this precisely because he knew everything.
Those terrible things I was forced to endure are not your ‘experience.’ The night we spent together is the true ‘first experience’ of the person Choi Hong-seo is. — That’s what Lee Hae-sung was saying now.
First, first experience. It wasn’t about clinging to such things, but about saying that those incidents did not defile you.
Even a normal kiss between lovers was his first for me.
The sweet, devoted caresses that prioritized my pleasure, and yet, the intensity with which he couldn’t restrain himself, as if wanting my entire body, inside and out. Lee Hae-sung was the only one who taught me such things.
“Sip. Again, again… your lips are twitching?”
He clicked his tongue and tapped my lips, telling me not to cry. I forced strength into my eyes and lips to hold back.
“It’s true, isn’t it? Our Hong-seo, you only know me.”
His hand stroking my waist was gentle. Sniffling, I nodded several times.
“Yes, it’s true…”
“Good boy.”
He pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine. It was a kiss that gently pressed only our lips, like a boy’s first kiss. Then, very slowly, we parted our lips and took each other in. We savored the moist, hot skin and shyly brushed against it. Our tongues flickered out, tasting. A desire to intertwine more deeply, more intensely, coexisted with a bittersweet impatience to prolong this ticklish anticipation.
As we shared the kiss, the heat naturally spread from the center of our bodies to our fingertips and toes. When our bodies were sufficiently warmed by the kiss, the caresses, and the warm water, he picked Choi Hong-seo up.
He cradled me like a baby, supporting my hips with one arm, and gathered a few large towels before heading to the bedroom. He tossed a towel onto the bed and spread it out haphazardly, then carefully sat Choi Hong-seo on it. Immediately, one towel wrapped around my shoulders, and another covered my head.
“Are you cold?”
He asked, but before I could feel cold, he was drying the moisture from my entire body. After drying my legs, which were not covered by the towel, he roughly tousled my hair.
I tucked the towel covering my shoulders with my hands and surrendered to his actions.
My body trembled slightly even with his light touch, merely patting away the moisture. Beneath the towel covering my head, his lower body was visible. It was half-erect, so his penis wasn’t fully stiffly pointing upwards. It jutted forward, making it seem more cumbersome. Every time he tousled my hair, it seemed to sway on its own.
Inside the towel I wore, though no one was watching. I stole glances at it.
His phallus possessed a certain allure that made it seem wrong to stare openly.
Yet, I wanted to see it. I wanted to observe it closely, touch every part, inhale its rich scent, and taste it with my tongue and lips. And… I wanted to receive it inside me. I wanted to be conquered by the movement that swung between softness and ferocity, feeling its heat and pulse with my most tender flesh.
Lee Hae-sung was also the first person who evoked such desires in me.
“Baby.”
“……”
“What were you imagining just now?”
“Nothing…”
“Your ears are getting red.”
I tightened my grip on the towel covering my shoulders. He removed the towel from my head and cupped my cheeks with both hands, gently lifting my face.
“I’m naked in front of you, and you weren’t imagining anything? That’s problematic in its own way.”
He smiled handsomely and bent down. He kissed me, then climbed onto the bed. As I wrapped my arms around his neck and responded eagerly to his kiss, Choi Hong-seo soon found himself lying completely on the bed.
His body, still damp, touched mine. The coolness made me feel him more acutely. His hot lower body settled between my legs, and his firm lower abdomen and thick chest pressed against my upper body in turn.
As the sun began to set on a late winter afternoon, the room, neither lit nor with blackout curtains drawn, grew progressively darker.
The viscosity of saliva created by the deepening kiss, the friction of bare skin against bare skin, the sound of our lower bodies grinding against each other, made the air in the room heavy and damp.
“Heeu, huck… Heung…”
Choi Hong-seo’s breath, insufficient from the prolonged kiss, trembled for a moment. His fingers began to probe inside me again. The place I had opened up in the bathroom now contracted and released, drawing him in.
“Eum. Um. Um…”
Lee Hae-sung didn’t give me time to be embarrassed this time. He pushed his tongue deep, almost to my throat, then licked the sensitive skin of my inner cheeks and palate, making a sound deep in my throat. Just receiving that elaborate, deep kiss was overwhelming. I didn’t even realize my thighs were spreading wider on their own.
“Baby, I’ve got three in here. Understand?”
As he said that, he clenched his fingers inside me.
“Hyeut! Huck.”
His eyes, which had been watching Choi Hong-seo’s reaction, were half-lidded with arousal. Beside the hole his fingers were blocking, on one side of my groin, he rubbed his already thick penis against me, breathing hot breaths onto Choi Hong-seo’s nape.
“It’s… so wet here… I’m going crazy wanting to put it in right now.”
He rapidly inserted and withdrew his fingers, deliberately making a wetter sound. The anus, where Lee Hae-sung’s and Choi Hong-seo’s pre-cum had leaked in, was as wet as if it had secreted arousal fluid. Each time the three straight, long fingers entered and roughly thrust, the thick moisture squelched.
I can’t stand it.
His eyes were saying it.
The strength with which he was thrusting his entire arm, not just his fingers, into me spoke of the intensity of his arousal.
“What should we do? It’s Baby’s first time, should we use a condom?”
“Ah-heu, no need… it’s fi-ne…”
I couldn’t help my trembling voice as his arm seemed to thrust into me. I clung to his tensed, muscular shoulders, swaying helplessly.
“But it’s your first time. What if it hurts Baby’s stomach if I just put this ugly thing in…”
“I, I don’t… I don’t want to.”
“Why do you hate condoms so much?”
Again.
His face, pretending not to know what he already knew.
I slowly blinked my heavy eyelids, which were feeling hot, and hugged his neck tightly. The force that had been tormenting my thighs momentarily subsided.
“Uncle… you don’t use them with someone you love. Condoms.”
“So. Because I love you, you don’t want to use a condom?”
As soon as I nodded, the bundle of three fingers was pulled out. It felt like an entire forearm had emerged. I gasped for breath with my mouth open and clung to his neck.
The anus, which had been tormented for so long, couldn’t close immediately and gaped open. Without a moment to feel empty, the smooth, thick glans, like a fist, fumbled at the entrance of my anus.
My nether opening, which instinctively recoiled, clenched its muscles and repeatedly pushed away each time the glans dug in.
With a husky, scratched voice filled with impatience, he pleaded for me to open up.
“Baby, you can’t clench. Let me in. Just a little. Okay?”
“Hyeup! Huck!”
It was the same place where three fingers had been entering and exiting just moments ago. Yet, it was incomparable to the insertion of a penis.
Even lying down, my lower back trembled from the pressure. First experience. It truly felt like the first time.