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Slowly. Slowly.
Geonho’s chest swelled, almost bursting, as he mulled over Siwoo’s words. Savoring the overwhelming emotion, he pulled down Siwoo’s pants.
“Ha….”
Geonho’s breath hitched as his gaze swept over Siwoo’s snow-white nakedness, focusing on the tense space between his thighs. A stiff dick, straining against the thin fabric of his underwear, peeked out from beneath the fallen pants.
“You’re hard too.”
“Shut up.”
Geonho immediately clamped his mouth shut, his gaze fixed on the space between Siwoo’s legs. The bulge between his white thighs was adorably serious, just like its owner.
Even his dick is pretty. The absurdity of it made him chuckle.
“Wh-what are you laughing at! You bastard!”
Misinterpreting the chuckle, Siwoo kicked out. Geonho easily caught his leg, pressing his cheek against Siwoo’s smooth calf as he unzipped his own pants.
“I laughed because it’s pretty. Because it’s pretty.”
Siwoo, about to retort with a sharp rebuke, was speechless. The moment he saw the enormous size of Geonho’s dick, a size that dwarfed his own, his throat constricted.
Even though he already knew, seeing it again made his heart pound. It seemed even bigger than before. A terrifying thing.
“Show me your face.”
Leaning deeply forward, Geonho brushed his lips against the back of Siwoo’s hand, which shielded his face. Even without trying, his rigidly erect dick pressed relentlessly against Siwoo, as if begging for attention. Siwoo groaned, recoiling from the heavy weight.
“I want to see it. Huh? Let’s do it while looking at each other’s faces.”
The sight of this man, with such a fearsome thing hanging between his legs, acting like a child, was amusing. Siwoo, stubbornly refusing to show his face, finally lowered his hand. Instead, he grabbed Geonho’s hair.
“Don’t bite my neck.”
Geonho slowly nodded at Siwoo’s repeated warning against leaving marks. His eyes, glowing red, shone with excitement. Siwoo felt as though his body was being pierced, simply by Geonho’s gaze.
“You’re beautiful, Han Siwoo.”
The gaze that had lingered on Siwoo’s pale face transitioned into tender touch. Geonho gently caressed his body, even whiter than his face. His chest, stomach, waist, and the rounded mound below.
As Siwoo had commanded, he took his time.
Siwoo flinched as he felt the large hand tracing down his tailbone, extending his arms. Geonho immediately leaned closer, allowing Siwoo to grasp his shoulders, and kissed his parted lips.
Siwoo’s legs parted with a soft moan. Geonho’s hand, positioned at Siwoo’s core, caressed his smooth buttocks before exploring deeper.
“Why are you so soft? It’ll make the whipped cream cry.”
Geonho smiled weakly at the delicate strength of Siwoo’s grip on his shoulders, licking his dry chest. He swallowed Siwoo’s breasts, as cute as his dick, while tracing his fingertips over his sensitive area.
“Hmph, shut up. Ah….”
Siwoo, his entire body flushed crimson, gripped Geonho’s shoulders tighter. His waist kept twitching whenever his sensitive area was touched. Geonho responded by sucking harder on his breasts, tormenting his hardened nipples with his tongue.
It’s not like anything will come out even if you suck it. Siwoo, panting, wrapped his arms around Geonho’s head instead of his shoulders. When his nipples started to hurt, he squeezed Geonho’s head tightly, causing him to obediently release his grip and lick the area he’d bitten hard. This process repeated several times.
After thoroughly sucking on Siwoo’s breasts, Geonho suddenly muttered, “Fucking hell.” Siwoo, startled, widened his eyes and looked up at Geonho.
“Why are you cute down here too?”
He pressed down on the entrance he’d been teasing for a while, letting out a hot breath. Siwoo squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden invasion of a finger. The air he’d deeply inhaled filled his dry chest.
“Relax.”
Geonho murmured in a voice thick with breath, placing one hand on Siwoo’s shoulder. The other hand still pressed against Siwoo’s hole.
“I’ll go slowly.”
Siwoo groaned, clutching the thick wrist probing him. Geonho calmly observed him with fervent eyes. When he pulled his finger back, Siwoo would moan and tremble, and when he slowly inserted it again, Siwoo would scratch frantically at his wrist.
“Does it hurt?”
Siwoo’s face, red like a luscious fruit, swayed from side to side. It meant it didn’t hurt.
Geonho kissed Siwoo’s chin, about to insert another finger. Before he could, Siwoo raised his upper body, saying, “Wait a second…”
“What? Does it hurt?”
Geonho immediately wrapped his arms around Siwoo’s dry back, checking his expression. Siwoo continued to shake his head, leaning against Geonho’s shoulder and pursing his lips.
“It’s… too tight inside.”
His cheeks flushed as he uttered the words with difficulty. It didn’t hurt because Geonho had been slow, but it wasn’t pleasant. Something felt off; he realized he hadn’t applied anything to his hand.
“Too tight?”
Siwoo nodded slightly, biting his lip. One finger was fine, but more than that seemed impossible. He wanted to ask Geonho to apply something, but the thought was too embarrassing to voice.
“Sorry, I didn’t know.”
Geonho kissed Siwoo’s wet eyes, offering an embarrassed smile. It was a genuine expression, unlike the acting he sometimes did.
“…Is this your first time?”
Siwoo tilted his head, meeting Geonho’s gaze. Up close, he saw that Geonho was also drenched in sweat. Geonho’s forehead was beaded with sweat from trying to control himself to avoid hurting Siwoo.
“Everything with you is a first.”
Geonho let out a deflated chuckle and carefully withdrew his hand. Siwoo, his waist twitching, clung tightly to him, listening intently to his next words.
“I could barely even hold your hand.”
You too, huh? It’s me.
Thinking back, he’d heard that Kang Geonho also avoided contact guiding. So, of course, he wouldn’t have kissed anyone before. He probably wouldn’t have had the time for such things before becoming an adult.
Siwoo’s arms tightened around Geonho’s shoulders. He hugged Geonho tightly, whispering softly.
“Get something to put on. Something slippery.”
“Okay.”
As soon as he answered, Geonho tried to stand up. Siwoo slapped his broad shoulders, stopping him.
“What are you doing with your telekinesis?”
“Ah.”
Geonho quickly deactivated his ability. He rummaged through the haphazard pile of objects and pulled out a lotion.
“Will this do?”
Siwoo nodded, wrapping his arms around Geonho’s neck. He squeezed his neck tightly, signaling for Geonho to hurry up because he was embarrassed. Geonho’s dick, pressing against Siwoo’s lower abdomen, grew even larger. It was a size that made cursing unavoidable.
“You crazy bastard, stop making it bigger.”
“I’ll try my best.”
Siwoo’s ragged breathing turned erotic again. He closed his eyes, clinging tightly to Geonho to avoid collapsing under the overwhelming stimulation.
The sound of Geonho’s fingers, generously coated in sticky lotion, parting Siwoo’s insides, echoed clearly. Geonho’s body heated up at the soft moans that seeped between the fingers. He held Siwoo’s waist with one arm, delving deeper into him.
“Ah, hmph…!”
Siwoo shivered, grabbing Geonho’s wrist again. Geonho didn’t release his grip, continuing to probe inside.
“Do you like this?”
His thick-knuckled fingers pressed against the narrow inner walls, repeatedly probing the deepest point. Geonho licked the saliva clinging to Siwoo’s pale chin, which was quivering with breathless moans.
The thick guiding, mixed with saliva, felt like it was seeping into his very bones. He wished that Siwoo’s energy, everything that made him up, would completely merge with his own body. The time apart was agonizing.
“Han Siwoo, I…”
Geonho withdrew his fingers, which had been relentlessly probing inside, and laid Siwoo down on the bed. The moment his fingers left the entrance, Siwoo climaxed, his legs trembling as he sobbed. Geonho drank in every drop of his sweat and tears.
“I like you very much.”
He whispered his confession into Siwoo’s sobbing ear, rubbing his thick glans against the wet opening. He waited, as Siwoo had asked, giving him time to catch his breath. He continued pouring out his confession of affection.
“Sl-slowly… slowly.”
Siwoo, lost in the throes of pleasure, mumbled incoherently. Geonho’s lips curled into a smile at the slurred words. He pressed his forehead against Siwoo’s wet cheek, agreeing. He was used to waiting.
He lightly kissed Siwoo’s moaning lips and moved his hips very slowly. The lotion mixed with semen melted from the heat, flowing down the deep furrow. He used his glans to wipe it away, gently caressing the wrinkled flesh.
Siwoo took a deep breath, spreading his thighs a little wider. Reading the signal of permission, Geonho slowly opened the closed flesh.
“Ah, ah… ugh!”
Even after being sufficiently loosened, inserting it all at once was too much. Even just the tip was too much for his dry body.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
Geonho leaned over worriedly, seeing Siwoo gritting his teeth. Perhaps he’d unintentionally opened the inner walls further, because Siwoo cried out, “Ack!” and burst into tears.
“Slowly, slowly, hi…”
Siwoo cried, his voice trembling, telling him not to move. Kang Geonho was simply too big for him to handle with a clear mind. His breath hitched as his insides opened.
“Yes, slowly.”
Geonho echoed Siwoo’s words, meaning he wouldn’t move. Siwoo, looking up at Geonho, the gentle, no, obedient Geonho, sniffed and grabbed his arm.
“It’s okay, now.”
He stopped crying, giving permission to move. The entrance still felt sore, like it was split in half, but he felt like he’d be up all night if he continued like this. After the initial insertion, it had actually felt quite good.
“Can I really move?”
“Yes.”
Kang Geonho, who obeyed his every word while his dick stood fearsomely erect, was somewhat admirable. He sent out a stronger guiding, relaxing his lower body as much as possible. I tried to forget the pain, pretending I didn’t have legs.
“Don’t hold back if it hurts.”
Geonho, holding Siwoo’s hand and interlacing their fingers, slowly entered him.
Siwoo exhaled, closing his eyes tightly. The flesh filling his inner walls felt more vivid with the slow movements. It was a chilling sensation, but a strange pleasure also throbbed within.
“Is it… all the way in…?”
He opened his eyes, overwhelmed by the dick that continued to push inside.
“Almost.”
He saw Geonho, drenched in sweat, in his clear vision. His heart ached seeing him struggling to avoid hurting him. He tried to send out more guiding, but…
“Stop.”
Geonho, supporting his weight with one arm, frowned and rejected the guiding.
“Don’t send out any more, on purpose.”
Sweat beaded on his swollen Adam’s apple. He buried his face in Siwoo’s shoulder, holding his breath. The air was thick with guiding. If he received any more, he really would… he felt like he might just break.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
