By Zephyria “You’re not doing this because you’re jealous… Ugh, aahht!””
The scorching hot rod pressed down on his rough inner walls and thrust in deeply, making his body tremble as if in a fit. He bit down hard on his trembling lips and glared at Sung Se-han again.
“You’re just, you just have a bad temper. You bastard…!”
“Hahaha.”
Sung Se-han, grabbing his chin, forcibly turned his face.
“I really want to devour you whole.”
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue at Sung Se-han, who was licking his ear and cheek. They sucked on each other’s tongues until saliva flowed, then he tilted his head back again and groaned.
“Ah, aahht! Hnnng…!”
Sung Se-han’s waist movements began to intensify beyond comparison. Every time the blunt object rubbed against something deep inside his belly, a protruding part, he couldn’t stop groaning.
“Ah, hnng…!”
He felt frustrated to death that the cock, which had entered so tightly without any gaps, wasn’t scratching the itchy spot. So he must have shaken his hips without realizing it.
“Aahht, aah! Aaaah…! Aahht! Aah, ah!”
Sung Se-han, grabbing his pelvis, began to pound his weapon mercilessly like a pestle. The shock of his inner walls being crushed made his vision go yellow and his mind spin, making him feel faint.
“Fast.”
Sung Se-han, raising his upper body, grabbed his cock and stroked it down, making him ejaculate the remaining semen.
“Ugh, hng…!”
He trembled all over and rubbed his tear-soaked cheek against the sofa. He didn’t even realize that he was scratching the sofa wildly with his fingernails.
“Ah, wait…! No….”
He had just come, but Sung Se-han grabbed his pelvis again and began to thrust his waist. Without any consideration, thud, thud! His whole body shook from the great impact of the colliding waist.
“Hnnng, wait… a little slower…!”
“Hoo, hng.”
Sung Se-han thrust as if he would push his scrotum all the way in, so he felt the prickly pubic hair on his ass. He shook his head wildly and dug his fingernails into the sofa. If he didn’t do that, he didn’t know how far he would be shaken and pushed away. He couldn’t see in front of him because of his violently heaving body and disheveled hair. Sweat dripped from his chin.
“Ah, hnnng! Hng….”
Just when he felt like his hole had been shaken endlessly and had been completely opened up, Sung Se-han’s arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him in. He was pulled up as he was and trapped in the arm that hugged him tightly, unable to breathe.
“Hng, ha…!”
Sung Se-han shook his waist while holding him. He squeezed his eyes shut at the heaving hot body and rough moans. He couldn’t open his eyes because it felt like the living room was filled with a fishy smell.
“Ah, don’t…!”
The moment Sung Se-han stroked his cock, his waist twitched. He couldn’t bear the feeling of touching his sensitive skin, so he twisted his waist, and the still-hard cock slipped out.
“Ah…!”
At the same time as the cock slipped out, goosebumps ran down his spine from the lukewarm liquid flowing down. Sung Se-han took off the T-shirt from his trembling body. And he pushed his shoulder and laid him back down on the sofa.
“I should have done it with you sooner.”
Sung Se-han crossed his arms and threw off his burgundy shirt. His perfect upper body, with thick muscles, was soaked in slippery sweat.
“Well, I can make up for it from now on. There’s plenty of time.”
A drop of sweat also fell from Sung Se-han’s chin as he swept back his sweat-soaked hair. There was no sign of satisfaction in his still-fierce brown eyes.
He stared at his hideous, nodding cock, dripping with water, then spread his legs. And he stretched out his arms towards Sung Se-han, who couldn’t take his eyes off his hole.
“Come here.”
*
Grandmother often told Sung Se-han.
That he could have everything in the world.
That he had paid the price in advance because there were many things Sung Se-han had to have.
So now he could have everything in his hands, she told Sung Se-han every day.
Sung Se-han thought Grandmother’s words were plausible.
Because before he met Grandmother, he already had something he wanted.
That thing he met in the loneliest and most painful moment.
If he had waited a long time inside a small window to have it, then he felt like he could understand everything. He felt like he could believe Grandmother’s words.
But, he met another thing he wanted.
Spring of his twelfth year. The moment he saw the boy playing the piano and singing, he was certain.
That it was naturally one of the many things he had to have.
But Sung Se-han didn’t rush. Waiting was one of the things he was best at.
If they slowly narrowed the distance, they would eventually stand in the same place. He waited that long.
But Lee Tae-kyung, who he naturally had to have, already had someone else.
Why. Why. Why wasn’t it him?
Endless questions continued, but all that returned was a terrible dream.
A damn dream where he couldn’t reach him no matter how close he got. A dream where Sung Se-han was just a passing extra in a world where Lee Tae-kyung was the main character.
Ah, it’s that dream again.
Today, Lee Tae-kyung was as dazzlingly fantastic as ever.
He didn’t know what he was so busy with, but his slender legs moved incessantly, gradually widening the distance.
Like this.
Even if he kept following behind, Lee Tae-kyung would never look back at Sung Se-han.
What was so special about today? He really wanted to see the front of Lee Tae-kyung, who was wearing a nice shirt unlike usual.
With that desire, Sung Se-han moved forward with all his might, but as always, his body wouldn’t move as he wanted in the dream.
Because the main character of the dream was Lee Tae-kyung, and Sung Se-han was just an extra filling the surroundings.
‘Ah.’
Because even his voice wouldn’t come out properly, Sung Se-han had to feel endless helplessness again.
At that time, he suddenly felt the surrounding extras moving busily. He saw Lee Tae-kyung shrinking his shoulders as female students in school uniforms gathered around.
‘Ha. Damn it…!’
He wanted to protect Lee Tae-kyung, who was surprised and wary, but his damn legs wouldn’t move quickly. In the meantime, Lee Tae-kyung ran away, and the distance between him and Sung Se-han was gradually widening.
‘Wait, wait….’
Knowing it was useless, Sung Se-han still pushed forward to chase after Lee Tae-kyung.
‘…!’
Then he stopped, he stopped in his tracks.
Lee Tae-kyung!
Someone was calling Lee Tae-kyung’s name and running towards him.
He would have been better off turning around and leaving like an extra, but because he stubbornly insisted.
Unlike himself, who was barely moving his heavy legs, he saw the man running quickly without hesitation.
He even saw Lee Tae-kyung, who had never looked back at him once, smiling at him again.
The moment he saw that smile, brighter than the morning sun, filled with excitement and affection, Sung Se-han felt like his body was falling into a dark abyss.
And, the bracelets hanging on the wrists of the two people holding hands.
The sight of the two people running side by side wearing silver bracelets was engraved in Sung Se-han’s dilated pupils.
Even though his heart felt like it was being crushed miserably, Sung Se-han walked straight down the road like a faithful extra. It wasn’t Sung Se-han’s will that he looked back one more time. It was just the extra’s usual behavior, in accordance with the given role.
So he had no choice but to see it again. The sight of the man with the dark face putting Lee Tae-kyung in a sedan.
That car, which seemed somehow familiar, shot out like a bullet and disappeared from Sung Se-han’s eyes.
Sung Se-han turned his heavy feet as if nothing had happened. There was nothing left in the world that Lee Tae-kyung had left, so Sung Se-han began to wish for this world to collapse instead.
“Sung Se-han.”
He opened his eyes with a start.
Before he could even check who was calling him right next to him, Sung Se-han suddenly got up.
“Ah, you scared me…!”
Lee Tae-kyung, with wide eyes, was sitting on the bed. Right on his bed.
“Did I surprise you by waking you up? Sorry, I thought I should check your phone….”
Ignoring the phone that Lee Tae-kyung was holding out, Sung Se-han looked around. This was definitely his room.
And Lee Tae-kyung.
Lee Tae-kyung, wearing his shirt and staring straight at him, was real. It wasn’t a dream. Because he had never looked at him like this in a dream.
He had never messed up his dark hair and looked at him with shining black eyes.
“Sung Se-han, what’s wrong?”
Lee Tae-kyung leaned in and began to examine Sung Se-han’s face. He still couldn’t believe that Lee Tae-kyung, who looked even more prickly when he frowned, was within reach.
He really couldn’t believe that he had this slender and pretty body as much as he wanted.
“Did you have a bad dream or something?”
When Lee Tae-kyung tilted his shoulder, his shirt opened and his white neck was clearly revealed. Seeing the skin that was all red and blotchy thanks to him chewing on it as much as he wanted seemed to calm him down a little.
“It was a shitty dream.”
He was just being honest, but Lee Tae-kyung’s eyebrows drooped.
“Sung Se-han, your dreams….”
“I’ll wash up first.”
If he couldn’t pull himself together from this shitty feeling, he would make Lee Tae-kyung anxious. He had to splash himself with cold water to come to his senses.
Sung Se-han got off the bed and headed straight to the bathroom.