By Zephyria The Inevitable (4)
Squelch, squelch.
Baek Ryeo-il increased his speed.
“…Ah… Ugh…”
As if responding, the low moans that sounded like scratching his vocal cords became more frequent.
His heart pounded violently.
He swallowed dry saliva involuntarily.
Heat rushed to his face.
Splash, splash, splash, splash!
“Ah, ah… N-now… Hngh.”
Seong Mu-yeon slammed the back of his head against the edge of the bathtub. His lower jaw trembled.
“Hngh…!”
Now even his breathing stopped. Baek Ryeo-il felt his whole body stiffen. His waist lifted.
When Baek Ryeo-il raised his hand, he pulled his waist back. When he lowered his hand, he raised his waist. The two men’s movements matched perfectly, forming a harmony.
Soon, Baek Ryeo-il felt the phallus filling his hand expand as if throbbing.
Soon.
“Ah… Ah…!”
A strangled breath burst out. White semen erupted from the tip of his phallus. His thighs trembled convulsively, and the white liquid that flowed out incessantly mixed into the clear water.
“Haa… Haa…”
Seong Mu-yeon slumped as if nothing had happened. His chest rose and fell incessantly as he gasped for the breath he had been holding back.
He couldn’t bring himself to look at Baek Ryeo-il and covered his eyes.
“…”
Baek Ryeo-il leaned closer and removed his hand. A flushed face was revealed. His eyes were moist, and his lips were loosely parted. He licked his red, sore eyes, and they tasted salty.
“…I can’t take it anymore.”
Baek Ryeo-il whispered like a sigh. His overly intense first experience came to mind. He wanted to spread him open and enter him right away to feel the thrill.
He hastily brought his hand down. Baek Ryeo-il’s unusually thick fingers with prominent knuckles forced their way into the narrow opening.
Focusing on him instead of himself was worth it.
The hole that had squeezed his finger so tightly it felt like it would break last time was now relaxed softly by the warm bathwater and the afterglow of ejaculation, sucking him in.
“Hiss…”
Nevertheless, Seong Mu-yeon frowned at the sensation of being stretched open.
“Does it hurt?”
Seong Mu-yeon shook his head slightly.
“No…”
It was definitely better than before. The foreign sensation was still there, but at least there was no pain.
But in another sense, it was hell. Ejaculating by someone else’s hand. Moreover, wasn’t that hand currently thrusting into his rear?
He couldn’t bring himself to look up and buried his eyes in Baek Ryeo-il’s shoulder.
Suddenly, Seong Mu-yeon flinched his thighs.
“Hmm?”
Baek Ryeo-il keenly noticed the abnormal reaction. He retraced his actions just now.
‘Here… Like this…?’
“Ah!”
Indeed.
Baek Ryeo-il’s face was filled with joy.
“You like it when I do this, don’t you?”
The ability that had only shone on the battlefield now demonstrated its power in bed. He continued to stimulate the areas where Seong Mu-yeon reacted.
“Ah, ah, haa, no, wait, hngh!”
Seong Mu-yeon gasped. He tore at Baek Ryeo-il’s shoulder without knowing what he was doing. He flailed his arms desperately and grabbed his shoulder.
The phallus that had slumped after ejaculation regained its strength and stood up again. It swayed with every movement of his body.
It was a distinctly different reaction than before.
“…Don’t squeeze so tight.”
Baek Ryeo-il muttered lowly. Seeing Seong Mu-yeon swaying mindlessly under his touch, he couldn’t take it anymore. Heat rushed to his face, and his heart pounded powerfully near his ears.
Splash-! With the sound of water, Baek Ryeo-il scooped him up and quickly headed to the bed.
Seong Mu-yeon, who had been in the hot water, curled up at the cold chill.
Baek Ryeo-il supported Seong Mu-yeon with one arm and braced himself on the bed with the other. His body tilted. The soft blanket touched his back without the slightest impact. The cold was momentary; as Baek Ryeo-il’s body completely covered his, the heat rose again.
“I’m going in. Relax.”
Seong Mu-yeon looked at Baek Ryeo-il, who was aligning their waists, with hazy eyes. The blunt glans met the soft opening.
Soon, Baek Ryeo-il pressed his waist gently.
“Hngh, haa…”
Seong Mu-yeon felt like he was suffocating from the faint, dull pain. Baek Ryeo-il threaded his fingers through his hair and embraced him.
“Breathe… Slowly…”
His soothing voice was low and slow. The insertion was also slow.
“Just bear with it a little…”
‘A little?’
Seong Mu-yeon thought as he clung to his shoulder.
It wasn’t the right size for that. Baek Ryeo-il’s manhood was almost a weapon. He wondered how he had endured it before. The feeling that his body had been split in two was not an illusion.
Before he knew it, his eyes stung and became moist.
As Seong Mu-yeon’s breathing continued to falter, Baek Ryeo-il stopped advancing. He hadn’t realized it before, but he was having a hard time.
“…It hurts.”
Seong Mu-yeon said, biting his lip.
“Should I stop?”
At those words, he widened his eyes. A single tear hung from the corner of his eye.
“You wouldn’t listen even when I told you to stop like that back then.”
“I, I told you it was because it was my first time.”
Baek Ryeo-il flinched. In fact, he was enduring and holding back as much as he could right now. He wanted to force himself into this narrow space right away. He wanted to make a path as much as he wanted, spread it open as much as he wanted, and devour the fruit.
But he endured. There were many times when he had to endure pain during training. Enduring sexual desire was nothing.
…On the other hand, he was nervous that Seong Mu-yeon might really tell him to stop.
“…I’ll try to bear it.”
Baek Ryeo-il was relieved. Once you tasted this flesh, it had such an addictive quality that you couldn’t help but thrust into it until you were satisfied. He hadn’t even gone in halfway yet, but he didn’t want to pull out.
“Okay… I’ll go slowly.”
“Ugh… Yes…”
Seong Mu-yeon regulated his breathing.
Admirable.
The next insertion was even slower. He entered slowly so that Seong Mu-yeon could adapt, but steadily into the interior. He repeated the advance and retreat, opening the end a little and then pulling back in.
But as the insertion deepened, it became increasingly difficult for Seong Mu-yeon to bear it. A feeling of nausea, as if his internal organs were being pushed up, surged.
“Ah, ah… I can’t. Just a moment.”
Seong Mu-yeon placed his hand on Baek Ryeo-il’s shoulder to push him away.
‘No way.’
He couldn’t back down here. He wanted to pluck the sweet fruit as much as he had endured. No matter how long and arduous the road to get there was, he didn’t care. As long as he was sure that he would eventually reach it, he could endure it.
But… If Seong Mu-yeon was left with bad memories this time as well, a third chance would not come. He could bet his manhood on it.
“Relax.”
He said that, but it was a disaster. Seong Mu-yeon’s body had already stiffened again. He had to think of a way to get back on the wave he had missed.
In a split second, Baek Ryeo-il’s mind raced.
“I can’t. I can’t do it. Do you think I can control it? Let’s just stop for today…”
It was that moment.
Baek Ryeo-il’s lips covered Seong Mu-yeon’s.
There was no time to be surprised.
A hot tongue forced its way between his lips. It was so hot, moist, and surprisingly sweet that he felt like he was going crazy. Could you really taste something like this from a person’s tongue?
He saw Baek Ryeo-il’s closed eyes with thick eyelashes. He was slightly furrowing his brow as he concentrated on the kiss. The touching tongues gently comforted him. Seong Mu-yeon’s eyes gradually closed and disappeared beyond his eyelids.
“Hmm…”
He wrapped his arms around Baek Ryeo-il’s neck.
The pain and pressure of the insertion faded a little.
Whether on the bed or outside, his relationship with Baek Ryeo-il was always accompanied by shouting and chasing. This was a little different. It was unusually peaceful and even affectionate.
His body warmed up again, and the tense muscles gradually relaxed. His stiff body lay naturally on the blanket.
Baek Ryeo-il’s phallus pulling out a little and then re-entering was no longer as bothersome as before. Seong Mu-yeon pulled him closer or lifted his upper body himself, hoping that the kiss would deepen a little more.
Meanwhile, Baek Ryeo-il went in deeper. He poured affectionate kisses on him above and burrowed into his body below.
Soon, their lips parted.
“Are you okay?”
Before he knew it, Baek Ryeo-il had entered deeply without any pain. Seong Mu-yeon was dazed and half-dreamy.
“…I’m okay.”
Their lips were still close enough to exchange breaths. With their foreheads touching, Baek Ryeo-il trembled his eyelashes as he entered deeply after pulling out once.
He gently brushed back the bangs that fell over Baek Ryeo-il’s forehead. Then Baek Ryeo-il opened his eyes a little.
“…Does it feel good?”
Baek Ryeo-il’s faint breath trembled slightly.
“It feels good…”
A short kiss followed. Their eyes met, and they mixed their tongues again, and even the air was moist with their breath.
Seong Mu-yeon’s inner walls had been tickling for some time. What he had thought was frictional heat became so hot that it was hard to ignore as the insertion continued.
He rolled his eyes and composed his breathing. He felt like a strange sound would come out if he let his guard down.
Before long, Seong Mu-yeon realized that it was pleasure. Baek Ryeo-il, who seemed to be focused only on satisfying his desires without paying attention to anything else, was steadily targeting the points that Seong Mu-yeon felt even in the midst of that.
The sound, which was like a nasal sound or a rough moan, gradually increased.