By Zephyria 
“…….”
Jeil Heon was speechless for a moment. If these words had been thrown as a provocation, he would have laughed and put him to sleep, claiming he couldn’t get it up, but Yoo Jiha was sincerely concerned about his lower-body health.
“There are times like that. It’s okay. I could even prepare some restorative herbal medicine for you—”
As Yoo Jiha offered his mature consolation, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Pulled downward, his hand accidentally brushed against the area near Jeil Heon’s thigh, and he instinctively gulped. It was because he felt a sensation contrary to his expectations. Jeil Heon whispered low to the bewildered Yoo Jiha, who was looking up at him.
“I’m holding back because I’m afraid it’ll actually be too much. Do you know how much I thought about you while I was alone in North Korea?”
Well, it was true that he was tired, but… Yoo Jiha shifted his gaze and stealthily stroked the thick outline of the thigh with the back of his hand.
“I, my exams are over too… I was planning not to let you sleep once the exams were finished…”
“It is already dawn.”
“Then do you want to pick one, Mister?”
“Hmm?”
“1. Get aegyo from a young and cute boyfriend. 2. Spend a hot night with a young and cute boyfriend.”
“…….”
Jeil Heon’s choice was, of course, the latter.
Aside from the scars from his childhood, Jeil Heon’s body had been smooth, but now marks remained across various parts of it. At a glance, the scars were so pale they were almost invisible, but there wasn’t a single spot left untouched, as if a whirlwind had clawed through him like a blade.
Seeing Yoo Jiha’s shocked gaze, he pressed his lips to the younger man’s forehead, insisting it was nothing.
“The Smiling Man’s ability is unique, so recovery is just slow. I’ll be fine soon, so don’t worry about it.”
“How can I not worry?”
As Jiha stroked the scars with a distressed look, Jeil Heon smiled with an expression that suggested he had no choice, then turned Yoo Jiha over so he couldn’t see them anymore. Jiha tried to protest, but the electrifying sensation of lips moving along his spine as his lower back was caressed made him moan and bury his face in the pillow.
Lips that had been obsessively leaving marks again on the fair skin that had cleared up during the exam period descended and lingered on his buttocks. Every time he bit the plump flesh of the buttocks—much like when he played with Jiha’s cheeks—the hole tightened sharply. Ah, what do I do. Yoo Jiha whimpered, hugging the pillow. Since it was dawn and bright, everything would surely be visible.
The thought that his twitching hole would be laid bare before the man’s eyes brought a wave of embarrassment along with a dull excitement. To find embarrassment pleasurable… he supposed he was becoming a pervert, just like the man.
A wet tongue slid down, licking the crease of his buttocks. When hot breath touched his perineum, Yoo Jiha’s shoulders trembled.
“W-wait a second! Th-this, this…”
Having the space between his buttocks sucked was great, but it was truly, maddeningly embarrassing…! He hurriedly searched the nightstand drawer and pulled out some gel. Jeil Heon nibbled on the buttock flesh once more, as if feeling sorry for him.
“I’m tempted to throw all the gel away.”
“If you throw it away, I’ll be upset… ngh…”
The constant chatter quickly turned into a faint moan as the cold liquid was applied between his buttocks. Having drenched the perineum and the hole in plenty of gel, Jeil Heon slowly pushed his fingers inside. Ah, Yoo Jiha gasped, clutching the pillow. His hips jerked at the secret sensation of a foreign object, felt for the first time in a while.
Between the exam period and the time he had been missing, just how long had it been since they had shared their bodies? He tried to recall the date he had marked the start of abstinence in his diary while swallowing tears, but the thought vanished into a white void as the fingers pushed inside, widening him.
“It’s been so long that it’s incredibly tight.”
“Ngh, I know without you telling me… hngh.”
“Do you also know that this place twitches every time you speak?”
With his index and middle fingers buried deep, Jeil Heon scraped the folds of the hole with his thumb. Jiha quickly shut his mouth, but that seemed to put tension into his buttocks. He heard the man’s low chuckle.
“What if I get stuck after inserting, Jiha?”
“Y-you have to put it in first to check.”
“Mmhmm, right?”
The fingers that had been widening the inside by curving and spreading finally withdrew. Before he could feel the sudden emptiness, the thick glans slowly aligned with the hole, rubbing against the tip. This was bad. He felt like he might come just from feeling the member before they had even properly started. He couldn’t become premature like this. Think of something else, something else. Like a 33-year-old man wearing rabbit ears and a tail, acting cute…
“……!”
But even that thought was cut short. Jeil Heon pushed all the way in at once. As he forced his way through the narrow gap that had tightened from lack of use and slammed into the entrance of the colon, the world flashed before Jiha’s eyes, and his member spat out semen.
A large hand reached from behind and gripped the member. As the fingers entwined with the dripping mucus and rubbed the trembling, sensitive area with a thick pleasure, only helpless moans escaped Yoo Jiha’s lips. However, that gesture alone—intended to let him enjoy the afterglow of ejaculation—was still not enough. This was because he already knew a more fundamental, raw, and explicit pleasure.
“Quickly, pl… ngh…”
He twitched his buttocks, moving. It must have been a clumsy movement of the hips to anyone watching, but he heard the sound of a sharp intake of breath from behind.
“You really are… No, am I the problem?”
He had no luxury to ask what that low mutter meant. As his waist was gripped firmly and the heavy weight of the man was felt against his back, a heavy thrusting began. The thing that had burrowed to the end slowly retreated, then slammed deep inside once more. As if to make up for the void of the past time, his entire body opened wide to accept him.
Every time the man dug in, rubbing strongly against the inner walls, Yoo Jiha let out moans indistinguishable from screams, his body shaking violently. His mind flickered between white and black, and he could no longer think properly. All that existed was the man who was hotly consuming him, and himself, sobbing and gasping while shuddering at the pleasure being bestowed upon him.
When he was hit so hard that the scrotum slapped against his thighs, the elbows he had been barely supporting buckled. Jeil Heon pressed down over him, digging his teeth into the sweat-drenched nape of his neck. Inhaling the scent that had deepened due to sweat and heat, he poured out kisses until it felt suffocating.
“All this time, phew, do you know how much I held back wanting to do this… haah.”
“Hngh! Ugh, hngh! Ah…!”
“Hmm? Jiha…”
Even the pain of his neck being bitten hard was converted into pleasure. The feeling of being crushed by the man’s powerful body—a body he wouldn’t have been able to withstand if Jeil Heon weren’t supporting himself with his knees and arms—felt too good. Even if he were to be crushed to death like this, it would be ecstatic until the very end.
The sound of flesh slapping together rapidly mixed with his own sobbing moans, dizzying his ears, yet the man’s rough breathing, heard low amidst it all, was the most vivid. Every time that breath dampened his ear, his excitement was fiercely stoked. It felt as if the thing thrusting into him from below was piercing straight through his body, crushing his brain into a pulp called pleasure.
Jeil Heon dampened Yoo Jiha’s neck with hot breath and moved the hand that had been gripping his waist forward. Stroking the belly that protruded in the shape of the man who had swallowed him, Jeil Heon thrust his hips upward. Following that movement, his internal organs surged, and the protruding belly swayed.
“Does it feel g-good… hngh, when you touch it?”
“Even after doing it several times, the fact that I’m this deep inside you, phew… it doesn’t feel real, Jiha.”
“Ah! Th-then, until it feels real, ahh!”
Yoo Jiha, trying to stammer out that they should keep going until it felt real, could only let out a moan as a hand gripped his member, which was wet with pre-cum even after ejaculating. Jeil Heon stimulated the shaft as if spreading the ejaculated semen, then pressed and scraped the urethral opening with his fingernail. Even then, the hip movements slamming into the inner walls did not stop.
The stimulation applied from both front and back was so intense that Yoo Jiha burst into tears like a small child. A thin liquid poured out in droplets from the fingers entwined around his member. From Yoo Jiha’s open mouth, tear-mixed moans and saliva flowed together.
His waist, completely devoid of strength, bobbed helplessly with the thrusts coming from behind. If Jeil Heon hadn’t been holding him up, he would have collapsed downward long ago.
Yoo Jiha floundered on the bed, clutching the sheets with trembling hands. In his inverted field of vision, he saw his own member shaking and leaking thin fluid, and his lower abdomen bulging every time he was hit. He was being engraved by the man all over his body. It was a maddening pleasure.
Jeil Heon, who had been thrusting so violently that he was shaking uncontrollably, trembled his hips greatly and then attempted to pull his body back. Sensing that this was to completely withdraw the member before ejaculating, Yoo Jiha managed to reach back and pull on his thigh.
“Please cum, cum inside. Mister…”