By Zephyria “No! N-not now!… You just… you just came… I don’t want it! No, please… ugh, hng!”
Unlike the first insertion, the feeling of being thrust to the hilt all at once was new again. Choi Hong-seo’s lower body, now sufficiently wet and supple, felt only pleasure, not pain. However, pleasure beyond one’s limit could be more agonizing than pain.
Grabbing his spread thighs and pulling them down hard, he thrust his hips roughly. The rapid insertions, pounding into a body made hypersensitive immediately after climax, drove him to a dead end. There was nowhere to escape.
Choi Hong-seo, who had asked him not to be gentle and to be strong instead, was now begging him to stop. His entire lower body ached, and he felt a terrifying sensation of something about to pour out downwards. He couldn’t tell if this was pleasure.
He pulled one of Choi Hong-seo’s thighs to his chest. Then, he rested his ankle on his shoulder. His legs were lifted, and the angle of penetration changed, delivering new stimulation.
“Ah, s-stop… stop, please… Uncle… just a moment…”
He tried to sit up, but it was difficult with one leg raised. All he could do was twist his body on the sheets, grabbing and scratching at anything within reach.
He gnawed on Choi Hong-seo’s calf resting on his shoulder, while with his other hand, he firmly pulled his pelvis close to prevent him from escaping upwards. He only soothed and apologized with words and kisses, but the penis entering and exiting remained ferocious.
“Good boy. My Hong-seo, aren’t you a good boy? Hmm? Just a little longer.”
“L-lies… hng… ‘a little longer’ is a lie… Haa, hng.”
Thrusting roughly, he never took his eyes off Choi Hong-seo. His lifted chin, the taut line of his neck, his heaving chest and abdomen, his long arms gripping the sheets and flailing, his twitching penis and dangling testicles – he watched them all as if licking them. It was as if even that was part of the sex, nourishment to fatten his penis.
His hands, holding his thighs and constantly stroking the inner flesh, made Choi Hong-seo feel more. He kissed and gnawed on his calf, then did the same to the inside of his ankle. He bit his heel with his teeth, kissed the top of his foot, and finally, put his second and third toes into his mouth and sucked them.
“Haa, hng! Hng! No… No…!”
Despite saying no, despite struggling and shaking his head, Choi Hong-seo couldn’t tear his eyes away from him. The sight of him, glistening with sweat on his well-trained, strong body, shaking his taut hips in pursuit of pleasure in his lower body, was incredibly lewd. It was such a stark contrast to his usual appearance, dressed in a refined suit, looking even ascetic.
His entire body was melting. It felt like he was having sex with his whole body, not just rubbing his anus and penis together. His entire being was wide open to him.
He drove into him at a speed that seemed impossible, as if he would shatter the bed, reaching his climax inside Choi Hong-seo’s body.
Even during ejaculation, he never loosened or stopped his thrusting. To the very end. He pulled his pelvis tight, pressing them together without a gap, as if to thoroughly violate Choi Hong-seo’s every last cell. In that state, he rotated his hips in a circle, rubbing and grinding the joined parts. He bit down on the toes in his mouth with his teeth, as if he would tear them off and swallow them.
Now, he no longer had the strength to resist or struggle, so Choi Hong-seo could only tremble and accept the pleasure he was injecting. Physiological tears streamed from his eyes, and saliva flowed from his lips, but his rational will to compose himself was gone.
“Come here.”
He released his legs, pulled Choi Hong-seo’s limp arm, supported his lower back, and helped him sit up, pulling him into his embrace.
Squish, squish…
As his body was lifted from the lying position, the semen he had ejaculated slowly flowed downwards from above.
He wiped Choi Hong-seo’s wet eyelashes and the temples where tears had dried. Whether he was calming his crying or catching his breath, he swallowed his gasping, parted lips.
“Mmm… um…”
Even as they kissed, he continued to rub their joined parts, savoring the lingering aftereffects of his climax. Meanwhile, his penis was hardening again inside Choi Hong-seo.
Having only ever experienced extreme relationships, either where he served alone or was roughly handled without regard, he belatedly felt anxious about this situation where he was merely experiencing pleasure from his sex.
Burying his face in his chest and sucking his nipple intently, Choi Hong-seo asked cautiously.
“I… I’m not doing anything, but do you really like me?”
“What do you mean, not doing anything?”
He cupped Choi Hong-seo’s buttocks with both hands, spread them apart, and traced the edges of the hole with his fingers. The hole gripping his penis flinched and contracted with the slightest touch.
“Ugh, um…”
“Your reactions are so good.”
“Hng, ugh… yes…”
“Don’t you see how you keep getting horny?”
Locked together, embracing him with his arms and torso, he thrust upwards from below in the same seated position.
His words about being greedy were not false. He was not the kind of man who had brief, uninspired sex by merely getting an erection and rubbing to climax. He wanted all of Choi Hong-seo, awakened all of him, and thus, he took all of him.
Heat and pity, tickling and explosion, a maddening rush and a breathless release that made him forget everything… In all the new sensations he provided, Choi Hong-seo finally knew true sex.
The fact that he was in his hands, in his embrace. The ability to confirm the other’s existence by looking, touching, and feeling with his entire body. He was moved by that, and grateful. Grateful to have met him.
After an unknown number of climaxes, it felt like nothing was left inside him. It was the first time he had felt that way through sex. Thoroughly emptied and hollow, he felt reborn, rather, refreshed. By Lee Hae-sung, and no one else.
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His hands trembled so much that he had to open the bottle cap for him. It was so hard to lift his arms that water spilled from his lips several times. Yet, he almost finished a whole bottle of water. Even though he had been fed water two or three times during that time, his throat was bone dry again.
After handing the bottle to him, who looked at him with pity, he buried himself in the bed as if collapsing. He felt like a dehydrated, twisted towel.
The sheet settled over his naked, prone body, followed by the sound of his slippers. After a moment, the sound of water could be heard faintly from the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Then, the sound of his footsteps approached again.
The sounds he made were like white noise, comforting his mind.
Swish. The sheet was removed, and a soft touch on his buttocks was followed by the sensation of warm moisture. It was a towel soaked in warm water.
“I’m fine…”
“Whether you’re fine or not, I need to see.”
After wiping between Choi Hong-seo’s legs with the warm wet towel, he bent his upper body and brought his face close to his lower body.
“It’s really fine there! I’m perfectly fine!”
During sex, he had been almost out of his mind from the middle onwards. So he could say and do anything, but he was embarrassed to expose his lower body to him now.
However, he pressed down on Choi Hong-seo’s lower back and made him lie prone again.
“It’ll only take a moment, so please cooperate, Mr. Choi Hong-seo.”
“Ugh… ugh.”
His anal entrance was gently pulled open. Choi Hong-seo lowered his head and closed his eyes. Drip… As the hole was opened, the semen he had accumulated inside flowed out. Unable to bear the strange sensation, he gathered the sheets in his hands and buried his face in them.
But his head had to be lifted again as fingers fumbled and pushed inside.
“Ugh. You said you’d just look.”
“I’m not trying to do anything lewd? I’m just checking if it’s okay inside.”
Even if he had no lewd intentions, Choi Hong-seo’s hypersensitive insides did. He bit his lip tightly, trying not to feel the gentle stroking inside.
“The entrance is a little swollen.”
“……”
“Even if it’s a hassle, let’s just do a sitz bath and sleep, okay?”
He leaned over the prone Choi Hong-seo, kissing his ear and cheek, and gently soothed him. He would have to work after a day’s rest, so it seemed best to listen to him. He nodded and sat up.
“Shall I carry you, or hold you?”
He wanted to say he could walk himself, but his lower body, which had endured three or four climaxes and the vigorous sexual desire of a man over 190 cm tall, didn’t cooperate.
He took his hands, which he offered, and wrapped his arms around his neck as he stood up from the bed. As he carried Choi Hong-seo to the bathroom, he kept chuckling, as if something was very amusing. Choi Hong-seo buried his lips on his salty-tasting nape and said nothing.
He carefully placed Choi Hong-seo in the bathtub. He immediately followed him into the tub, embraced his waist, and gently sat him down. As if treating a child who knew nothing, he wanted to do everything himself.
Sitting between his legs, Choi Hong-seo leaned loosely against his chest from behind. His body felt heavy and relaxed, so he couldn’t help it. His wet hands stroked his face and swept through his hair. It was a pleasant touch.
Kissing his temples, and gently stroking his nipples with his hands around his chest, he whispered in a small voice.
“I’m sorry for making it so hard for you.”
Choi Hong-seo looked down and shook his head several times. He hugged his chest tighter and pressed his lips to his ear.
“It was really good.”
“……”
“Better than I imagined.”
Choi Hong-seo’s exposed nape and earlobes turned red at his sweet voice sharing his impressions. Lee Hae-sung pressed his lips to the prominent bone visible before him and rubbed it gently.
“I want to do it more even now.”
“……”
Sensing Choi Hong-seo’s body stiffen involuntarily, he chuckled lowly from behind and shook his shoulders.
“I know. I won’t bother you anymore today.”
“……”
Contrary to his words about not bothering him anymore, his hardened penis was pressing against his lower back from behind.
“So, if you feel something hard in your butt, just ignore it.”
He said lightly, rubbing his lips on his shoulder. Choi Hong-seo was startled, as if his thoughts had been read. Thinking he needed to bring up a different topic, he asked a question he had been curious about for a while.
“But…”
His voice, which had been terribly hoarse in the bathroom, echoed louder. After clearing his throat, Choi Hong-seo spoke again.
“But, Uncle, you don’t smoke.”
“I used to, but I quit with difficulty.”
“When did you quit?”
“After my mother passed away, and not long after my father passed away… that’s when I properly finalized the divorce. I quit around then.”
“……”
“I’d been smoking since high school, so it wasn’t easy to quit.”
“Since high school?”
“Mm… It was the only deviation for a proper heir.”
He said it jokingly, tucking Choi Hong-seo’s hair behind his ear.
His nickname, ‘Third-generation chaebol model student,’ came to mind. He imagined a perfectly upright and ideal high school student Lee Hae-sung, with his face and physique, smoking a cigarette in an impeccable school uniform. Somehow, he felt that even in high school, he had already been the decision-maker and the ultimate authority. His intellect and spirit within the school uniform were already mature, and he could easily picture the weariness of him acting out the role of a model student according to his given role.