By Zephyria I gripped the sheets, bit my lip, and twisted my waist. Cold sweat slicked my entire body. Lee Hae-sung, who was braced between my legs, carefully observed Choi Hong-seo’s reaction and adjusted the speed of penetration.
His arms, gripping my shoulders, chest, abdomen, and the base of my genitals, were taut with tension. I knew the hard fullness within him was his desire for me. Though he must have wanted to unleash it all without reservation, as always, he was restraining himself, keeping it contained within his own body. Until Choi Hong-seo’s body was completely ready.
Lee Hae-sung was the only one who had taught me this kind of sex.
I wanted to receive him completely as soon as possible, but my body, which wouldn’t open as I wished, made me anxious. This time, I clung to the pillowcase he had placed beneath my head.
“Heeu, um… huck. Um. Heuk.”
“Baby, you’re tired, aren’t you? I’m sorry.”
Choi Hong-seo’s abdomen fluttered with his irregular breathing. Lee Hae-sung slowly stroked it.
“Not yet?”
At Choi Hong-seo’s question, he glanced down at our coupling. His apologetic expression deepened.
“Just a little more. Let’s do it a little longer. You’re doing great.”
“Lies… aren’t…”
“It’s not a lie. Hong-seo… you’re doing great. I’m the problem.”
“Why? Is it too big?”
“……”
Lee Hae-sung, who had been trying to push forward further with only his glans inserted, narrowed his brow and looked down at Choi Hong-seo. His widely spread chest rose and fell.
Haa…
A deep sigh. Not the light, sweet sigh he often showed.
Choi Hong-seo suddenly felt afraid. The fact that a change in the color of a sigh could frighten him made him tremble, realizing how much he loved this person.
“Why, why are you like that…”
“You’re my first. And I’m a bad adult, of all things.”
Lee Hae-sung’s wet hair, unlike usual, fell over his forehead. He brushed it aside with his fingers and leaned over, his body covering Choi Hong-seo. He secured his lower body to prevent the barely inserted glans from slipping out, and then, still breathing heavily, he approached Choi Hong-seo’s parted lips. Biting his lower lip between his teeth, he whispered in a rough, cracked voice.
“Half of me wants to cherish you because you’re my first. Half of me is greedy, wanting to stain you with my color from the start. That’s why it’s agonizing.”
Fingering the ends of his wet hair with the hand gripping the pillowcase, Choi Hong-seo said.
“You’re right. You really are a bad adult.”
His eyes, slightly surprised but filled with interest, looked at Choi Hong-seo.
Choi Hong-seo also gathered his courage and met his gaze. He touched his cheek, which was hot beneath the wet hair but cool on the surface.
“You know what I’d choose if you asked me to pick. You’re asking on purpose.”
“……”
His eyes, deep beneath lowered eyelids, looked down at Choi Hong-seo silently for a moment. Then, he chuckled and nodded.
“You caught me.”
His laughter vibrated through Choi Hong-seo’s body, traveling along the connected parts. Feeling connected to him in such an intimate way, Choi Hong-seo closed his eyes, a slight crease forming between his brows. The sexual pleasure he felt in an unexpected way was akin to a sharp toothache.
Lee Hae-sung knew Choi Hong-seo was feeling it.
When connected like this, it was impossible not to know. Every emotion and sensation of the other person was transmitted directly.
He placed a hand beside Choi Hong-seo’s shoulder and lifted his upper body slightly. His hair fell, tickling Choi Hong-seo’s eyelids and cheeks.
“Since I’m already being a bad guy, shall I do something definitively bad?”
The moment I opened my eyes slightly, curious about his expression, Huk! Choi Hong-seo’s eyes widened, and he grabbed Lee Hae-sung’s arm. The glans, which had only been at the entrance, dug in by a little more than a pinky finger’s width.
With his mouth agape, unable to make a sound, he dug his fingernails into his arm and just trembled. It wasn’t from pain, but from the pressure. And Lee Hae-sung knew that all too well.
The penis, which had withdrawn as much as it had penetrated, thrust in again, straight and long. The internal walls, which had seemed to leave no gap, parted helplessly before the thrusting glans.
“Haa, hak… Ha-eut, heuk…”
Just when it felt unbearable, he stopped, as if by magic. He pulled back just enough to allow a breath. As they stuck together again, trying to push him out, he remained unmoving against the force of the inner walls.
“Hyeut! Huck! Um…”
And when he thrust back into the same spot as before, the inner walls were already softer than before. Several times like this, he persistently pounded his penis against Choi Hong-seo’s flesh.
Shaking his head from side to side on the pillow, Choi Hong-seo instinctively pushed against Lee Hae-sung’s lower abdomen.
“Ah, it hurts… My stomach is hot. It stings.”
“Mm… No, it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just heat from friction.”
Lee Hae-sung caught the hand pushing his stomach and pressed his wrist down onto the sheet.
“It really hurts, Uncle, why-e, um… um…”
He lowered his upper body to soothe me with a kiss, moving only his hips to continue the penetration.
Lee Hae-sung, who would stop just because Choi Hong-seo seemed to be struggling, even though he knew it didn’t hurt, was not like this.
Squish… Squish…
As Lee Hae-sung’s pre-cum moistened the inside of his anus, the sound of intercourse grew deeper. The softened inner walls stuck tenaciously to the hot glans and penis. Ashamed of this, Choi Hong-seo twisted his body, and the more he did, the more intimately his genitals and inner walls clung to each other.
I understood why sex was also called ‘sticking together.’
“Haa… Euu, euk. Huck!”
Choi Hong-seo, his mind filled with what seemed like red and hazy smoke, suddenly lifted his chin and trembled. He almost bit Lee Hae-sung’s tongue, which was in his mouth.
My vision swam, as if I had been whipped across the back with a leather whip.
He had scraped across the prostate with the edge of his glans.
It was different from when he pressed down and moved slowly. That was bearable. The stimulation of being crushed, thrusting up and down, repeating rapidly, drove one mad.
“Agh, eu. No, no! Heu, heu… Th-there, I don’t like it. Ha! Huck!”
Like a child throwing a tantrum, Choi Hong-seo rubbed his legs wildly against the sheets. He rubbed his sweat-slicked thighs against Lee Hae-sung’s side, and kicked his rear thighs with his heels. But he didn’t budge.
Perhaps if something heavy was hanging, he might slow down. He wrapped his legs around his waist, but that was also ineffective. The position spread Choi Hong-seo’s groin wider, and Lee Hae-sung’s explicit hip movements, like riding a horse, felt even more stimulating.
“Here. Understand, Hong-seo-ya?”
Between gasps, he asked, panting.
“This is the erogenous zone inside Hong-seo’s belly. Here, only I… no one else should see it, or touch it.”
Each time he said the word ‘here,’ he mercilessly scraped the bulging pouch. Choi Hong-seo nodded, almost wailing, begging.
“I, I won’t… I won’t do it. I won’t. Heuk, so, so sto-stop… stop it… Heuk, Huck.”
Squish, squish, squish.
The sound of intercourse, which had been limited to squish, squish, became even more viscous. Lee Hae-sung’s hot hand reached out and brushed away his tears. It seemed tears were flowing. In his vision, blurred by moisture and heat, Choi Hong-seo instinctively blinked, searching for his face.
“These eyes, nose, lips… and the soft tongue inside…”
“Eum. Eup. Hu-eum.”
Lee Hae-sung’s fingers traced along his lips and entered his mouth, probing his tongue. His index, middle, and ring fingers pressed down on his tongue and stroked the roof of his mouth. It was as overwhelming as when he had bitten his genitals, and soon, physiological tears welled up in his eyes again.
“Mmm. Uuuum. Ung. Mmm.”
He groaned, holding onto Lee Hae-sung’s wrist as if hanging on with both hands. His eyes, looking down at Choi Hong-seo like that, were also filled with a red heat.
“Your hair, your nipples… your pubic hair, your penis, this hole here where you’re fucking me right now. All ten fingers, all ten toes, even your fingernails that I could cut off. Now it’s all yours, Hong-seo.”
The red heat burning in his eyes turned a bluish hue.
A madness that transcended will, a determination to never give it to anyone, to never have it taken away, surged.
Forgetting for a moment the pleasure that bordered on pain, Choi Hong-seo was momentarily drawn deep into that intense madness.
It was as he said.
Now, truly, this body had become Choi Hong-seo’s body.
He no longer had to worry about when it might disappear again, or if he would be left alone once more.
“Ahj… Hh, Haaat!”
The moment he tried to call him, his fingers still clamped in his mouth, the thrusting that had momentarily loosened intensified again.
This time, Lee Hae-sung took Choi Hong-seo’s hand and put it in his mouth. He swallowed all three fingers, down to the root, and sucked them forcefully, pressing down. All the while, he thrust his thick hips back and forth relentlessly. The sound of flesh hitting flesh as his penis was rammed in to the hilt was scandalously lewd.
His saliva-slicked fingers slid out from between his sensual lips. He then began to gnaw on Choi Hong-seo’s fingertips while continuing to thrust.
“Heeu, Heuk. Heuk, Heut. Haa!”
“Baby, look at me.”
“Haa… Eeu, Heu. Eung.”
“The places I suck that make you feel something, Hong-seo, you can’t show them to anyone else. They’re all erogenous zones. It’s the same as showing your penis. Understand? Eung?”
The places Lee Hae-sung sucked that made Choi Hong-seo feel something.
That was everything. Even now, he could feel it down to the fingertips he was chewing. To hide his lips, he’d have to wear a mask, and to hide his fingers, he’d have to wear gloves, but he couldn’t… he couldn’t…
Even those thoughts didn’t last long.
“Ah. Ah. Aaaauuugh, Eu… Heeeu, Heuk. Eu.”
With it thrust deep, long, and all the way in, he began to thrust his hips in short, rapid movements. Before he could even compose his trembling body and groans, the urge to cum washed over him.
“Aaa! Heuk! Eut!”
Choi Hong-seo shuddered and ejaculated. Lee Hae-sung, swallowing Choi Hong-seo’s fingers back down to the root, watched it all with a strong suction, slurping. At times, he would gnaw on the bone joints as if he were about to bite them off.
His stomach churned throughout the ejaculation. Like swallowing liquid down his throat, his inner walls involuntarily convulsed, sucking his penis.
“Haa, Haa… Haa, Heu… Huu.”
But he didn’t wait until the aftershocks of the climax completely subsided.