By Zephyria 
“No, I mean, even so, why on my f-foot…!”
The end of his sentence trailed off, trembling violently. It was because his urethral opening had been poked with a tongue. Choi Hwan let out a moan as he deliciously licked up the essence fluid that leaked out in small trickles. Barely concealing his lust, he meticulously caressed the penis with every part of his face. The glans slid from his lips to his cheeks, and then to his eyelids.
“Ah, wait, hngh!”
Yeon-rok hurriedly pulled back when he noticed Choi Hwan staring intently at him, looking as if he intended to swallow the whole thing. Choi Hwan looked up with a sulky expression, as if asking why he was giving it and then taking it away. Yeon-rok quickly explained.
“I just feel like I’m only receiving the good things…”
He had only been on the receiving end because he needed to stabilize his condition at the hospital, but now that he had recovered to some extent, Yeon-rok wanted to give back as much as he had received. They were lovers, after all. He looked down between his legs, wondering if he should suck Choi Hwan’s as well. It wasn’t exactly his place to say, considering how much he’d been sucked until now, but he had been hesitating, unable to bring himself to do it.
“Then, um…”
With eyes sparkling, Choi Hwan pushed his upper body up. The intensity of that gaze, looking as if he might devour him at any moment, made Yeon-rok’s Adam’s apple bob unconsciously.
“Can I put it in just a little?”
“Huh?”
“Just a little bit. Half, no, a quarter of the way.”
“Huh?” Choi Hwan pleaded in a voice that was nothing but sweet, clinging to Yeon-rok. He peppered kisses on his cheeks and neck, then licked and sucked at his nape. Remembering the time Yeom Cheon-ho had washed him, Yeon-rok almost told him not to leave any marks—even though the other man was his lover.
“B-but we haven’t known each other that long, and already… the progress is…”
Forgetting for a moment that he had lost his memory, Yeon-rok stammered in panic before realizing. Right. To Choi Hwan, Lee Yeon-rok was a lover he had been dating for half a year.
“It’ll feel much better if I put it in. We’re name partners.”
Still positioned lower than Yeon-rok, Choi Hwan looked up with a desperate, pleading gaze. He acted cute, rubbing his cheek against Yeon-rok’s palm. Really, he pleaded, arching his eyebrows and looking up with moist eyes.
Yeon-rok never knew he was someone so weak to desire. But then again, when someone pleaded with a face that handsome, there was no way not to give in… Eventually, he nodded. No sooner had he done so than Choi Hwan lifted Yeon-rok up and laid him flat on the bed in the blink of an eye. Yeon-rok’s eyes widened.
The man, his entire body burning with passion and lust, looked down at Yeon-rok for the first time. Lust, which seemed as if it would turn violent at any moment, dripped from his eyes. His breathing had already grown rough, which made Yeon-rok inwardly worried, but Choi Hwan bit his lip painfully once and moved with great patience. After stripping off the rest of the pants, he pressed himself close and spoke in a voice that seemed strangely trembling.
“I’m going to use some lotion.”
Lotion? Why? Yeon-rok wondered, but soon realized he was asking to use a lubricant. Embarrassed, he simply nodded, and Choi Hwan leaned over him. With a click, he opened the cap and poured a stream of white lotion into his hand. He thoroughly soaked his hand in it.
Unable to watch out of sheer embarrassment, Yeon-rok pulled a pillow over his face. To Yeon-rok, Choi Hwan still felt more like a famous actor than a lover. It felt like an erotic dream a teenage boy might have. Meanwhile, slippery, wet fingers fumbled with his private parts. Then, a middle finger slowly crawled inside. The sensation was truly strange.
Unlike his excitement, which made it seem as if he would pounce at any second, Choi Hwan acted patiently, increasing the number of fingers to three. Yeon-rok, who hadn’t felt anything particularly good yet, just hugged the pillow for dear life. In fact, he was starting to think it was a bit boring.
Zip. He heard the sound of a zipper going down and clothes rustling. Choi Hwan pressed even closer to Yeon-rok. Soon, a question mark popped up in Yeon-rok’s head.
Huh? What did he just put against my back? Is that really a human cock?
The atmosphere that had felt like an erotic dream vanished in an instant.
Before Yeon-rok could even shout “Wait!”, something pushed deep inside. He suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He thought he had been loosened enough earlier, but as it turned out, he wasn’t. Choi Hwan, who had barely managed to shove the glans between the tightly clenched buttocks, held his breath. Whether it was from pain or pleasure, his neck was flushed bright red as he pleaded.
“Yeon-rok. You’re too tight…”
“Wa— hngh, wait, hah.”
“Show me your face…”
Pushing in a bit further, Choi Hwan moved the pillow aside. Yeon-rok’s revealed face looked as if he were on the verge of tears. Both his eyes and lips were moist, causing Choi Hwan to be momentarily distracted. It wasn’t because of guilt. Sobbing, Yeon-rok blamed him.
“Ugh, ngh, you said… it felt good…”
“I-I’m sorry. …Should I pull out?”
Yeon-rok glared at Choi Hwan with all his might before shaking his head slightly. You should be glad you have a handsome face.
Since Choi Hwan had been good to him so far, he decided to endure it for now. Choi Hwan bit his lip until a drop of blood formed and then began to move slowly. Groaning beneath him, Yeon-rok lifted his head to see what on earth had been put into his body to make it this painful. And he was shocked.
A dark red penis, with veins bulging menacingly, was thrust in just under halfway. It was excessively thick and long. It was only natural that it was this painful with something like that inside. In his horror, these words escaped Yeon-rok’s mouth involuntarily.
“It’s ugly.”
“That’s mean…”
If it’s so mean, why is it getting bigger? Gathering his patience to the limit, Choi Hwan clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and frowned.
“It’s not like I can get plastic surgery on this part…”
“You… got plastic surgery…?”
No wonder he was so handsome. When Yeon-rok asked in surprise again, Choi Hwan, who had been docile until now, snapped back for the first time.
“I’m a natural beauty who’s never had a knife touch my body.”
As he said this, he suddenly thrust in deep, making Yeon-rok let out a scream.
“Ack! Al-alright, you’re a… natural… natural man.”
Correcting it to “natural beauty,” Choi Hwan kissed him. Because all his nerves were focused below, he didn’t feel any repulsion even though it was the mouth that had been sucking his member just moments ago. It just felt like his buttocks were being poked with a club, and it was difficult. Yes, Choi Hwan was truly bad at this…
I’ll suck his if I have to, but I am absolutely not doing this a second time, Yeon-rok thought as he clung to the other man for dear life. Thinking he would only endure it this once, he bore the unfamiliar sensation entering and exiting between his buttocks. It would have been harder if the other person weren’t his name partner.
Choi Hwan fiddled with Yeon-rok’s member, which had lost its erection by now, and let out a sigh. It was then, as he changed the angle of insertion and poked around a few times.
“…Ngh!”
Just as he was about to tell him to stop stirring around in his stomach, an erotic moan escaped Yeon-rok’s lips unconsciously. Startled by his own voice, his eyes widened, and Choi Hwan stopped moving as well. What was that just now? It felt like something he was experiencing for the first time, yet it was a strangely familiar sensation. Just as Yeon-rok was trying to dig through his hazy memories.
“Hngh…!”
As Choi Hwan hastily poked the same spot again, Yeon-rok’s body trembled. It was a pleasure so clear it was undeniable. Seeing Yeon-rok’s reaction change, a look of ecstasy rose on Choi Hwan’s face. Then, as the other tried to say something, he quickly blocked his mouth with his own and gouged the twitching inner walls. The thick glans, glistening with essence fluid and lotion, slid in and out rapidly.
“Hah! Ngh, mm… ah, ah…!”
Yeon-rok’s moans leaked out occasionally between lips that met and parted repeatedly. With messy friction sounds—squelch, squelch, schlick—the massive member rummaged between his buttocks. Barely restraining the urge to shove it in to the hilt, Choi Hwan focused solely on the other’s reaction. He was so immersed that beads of hot sweat formed on his temples and neck.
“Ah, ngh, wait, ack, it’s too fast…!”
Having finally turned his head, Yeon-rok, whose mouth was now free, seemed to be saying something. Choi Hwan was using all his patience just to avoid putting it all the way in, so he had no capacity to listen. He only soothed him with words.
“Yes, I know, fuu, I know. Slowly.”
He said “slowly,” but the speed didn’t seem to decrease. The fingers gripping Choi Hwan’s shoulders trembled violently before finally scratching him deeply with nails. Red lines were clearly etched onto the white skin. Though he flinched, Choi Hwan did not stop. He simply kept thrusting, intensely aroused, as if he were someone having sex for the very first time.