#096
In the previous iteration, Gyo-ha had been randomly touching Hwi-kyung under the pretext of experimenting with various things. Eight out of ten times, it was genuinely an experiment, but the other two times were teasing with ulterior motives.
Jung Hwi-kyung, whom no one else could touch but only he could? Even after thinking about it several times, this was quite arousing. The system window’s offer to maintain the status quo as a condition for the deal was a result of looking into Gyo-ha’s true feelings.
Wanting to monopolize the person you like is a natural human desire. If the situation hadn’t been so serious, Gyo-ha would have been all over Hwi-kyung even in the fifteenth iteration.
Isn’t it said that the period between the late 20s and mid-30s is when sexual desire is at its peak? Although considering the years they had regressed, their actual ages were beyond that…
“Don’t use your right hand. You might aggravate the injury if you’re not careful.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m not fine with it. Only use your left hand.”
“Ah, for the first time, I’m not happy about injuring my hand.”
“For the first time?”
“Let me rephrase that. Right now, the most.”
However, Gyo-ha could kiss Hwi-kyung as much as he wanted without having to make a deal with the system window. Even when he turned his head, pushed his tongue in, and sucked on just the tip wetly, Hwi-kyung no longer pushed him away.
Because now Jung Hwi-kyung liked Lee Gyo-ha too! It was a mutual affectionate relationship, confirmed directly by Hwi-kyung’s own words.
Just remembering the moment when Hwi-kyung confessed his feelings made Gyo-ha’s nape tingle. The person he thought would never like him was now responding to his passionate kisses, which only intensified his excitement.
Seemingly short of breath, Hwi-kyung’s hand pressed against Gyo-ha’s chest again. Gyo-ha took that hand and wrapped it around his own neck. Even though it wasn’t their first time entangling, every point of contact burned with heat.
Upon closer inspection, there was still a faint mark on Hwi-kyung’s pinky finger where it had been tied with thread. In fact, Gyo-ha liked the right hand that showed no signs of healing and the thread mark left on the little finger.
If Hwi-kyung knew, he’d ask why Gyo-ha liked such things, but to him, it was like a token. A token that he had properly kept his promise.
If he could save Jung Hwi-kyung at the cost of losing the use of one hand, Gyo-ha thought he’d be fine living his whole life bleeding. The inconvenience of the hand could be overcome by practicing to become left-handed.
Though it seemed like a minor accident, Hwi-kyung’s gaze kept falling on Gyo-ha’s right hand. Even as the left hand started to undress him and caress between his flat ribs, he couldn’t concentrate.
“Are you that worried about it?”
“Of course. You got hurt because of me.”
“How is that your fault? It’s not too inconvenient.”
“But the blood keeps… ugh… wait, don’t press there.”
This is why he had kept it a secret. Gyo-ha felt a bit wronged. Hwi-kyung let out a muffled groan, pinned under Gyo-ha who was pressing down with his weight.
By the time they had pulled down their lower garments and started rubbing their half-aroused dicks against each other, Hwi-kyung could no longer fixate on Gyo-ha’s right hand. Though they’d had frequent small contacts, such an explicit act was something Hwi-kyung hadn’t experienced in a while.
It was surprising how their bodies reacted this way after being apart for just about two weeks. Having abstained from romance during the long regression period, Hwi-kyung had firmly believed he was indifferent when it came to sexual matters.
But now, running away after just a kiss seemed like a past life (which it literally was, in a way). Back then, he would tremble like a sensitive mimosa at the slightest touch, but now, even as Gyo-ha stroked his shaft with his large hand, he wanted more contact.
“Ah… hah…”
“My hand needs to heal quickly. You seem to like it so much when I scratch with my nails.”
“Th-that’s, hng, not it…”
Gyo-ha was surely right-handed, but he skillfully fondled the other’s dick with his left hand. When the blunt nail tips started to lightly scratch the glans, Hwi-kyung leaked clear pre-cum, feeling pleasure rising up his lower back.
It was frustrating that he only teased the sensitive spots. If he was going to do it, he should grip tightly and stroke. Every time he felt close to climaxing, the hand gripping and stroking his dick would pause intermittently, causing the unsatisfied sensations to build up.
Finally, Hwi-kyung lowered his own hand and overlapped it with Gyo-ha’s. What was he doing? He had barely even masturbated alone before this. His hips lifted involuntarily, and his nape tensed up.
Gyo-ha’s hand, guided by Hwi-kyung’s overlapping one, explicitly stroked the shaft. The glans, heated from friction, began to spurt thick semen, unable to withstand the continued stimulation.
Although they had coupled in previous iterations, Hwi-kyung was a virgin in the current starting point. While mentally this wasn’t his first time doing such things with Gyo-ha, physically it had been a long time since he’d ejaculated.
As a result, Hwi-kyung’s ejaculation was long and slow. Gyo-ha watched almost voyeuristically as the dick spurted thick semen, then reached for lubricant from the bedside table and squeezed it over.
“…Why is there lubricant in the officetel?”
“……”
“Condoms too, uh, hah… You bought them by the box.”
“I really feel wronged.”
He should be praised for being so well-prepared, but instead he could intuitively see the accusatory expression that seemed to say, ‘I thought you weren’t a slut…’ Lee Gyo-ha truly felt wronged.
In fact, this was the first time Gyo-ha was using the condoms or lubricant he had stocked in the officetel. He hadn’t returned to Korea for several iterations.
These were purchased exactly before the regression started, by his past self from so many years ago he couldn’t even remember. He had stocked them for hygiene and safety in case they might be needed someday, before departing for the United States.
“It’s not that I’m a slut, it’s that others lack preparation.”
“…I didn’t say you were a slut.”
“But you looked at me that way.”
Gyo-ha lightly pressed down on the inside of Hwi-kyung’s thigh with his bandaged right hand, then spread the wet buttocks with his left. Though he still felt the judging gaze, he couldn’t not use the prepared lubricant and condoms.
How much trouble they had the first time they slept together, even after pouring in gel. Because Hwi-kyung was a virgin with no experience front or back, he always had to put in effort to loosen him up. Moreover, while he wasn’t mentally, he was physically a virgin in the current state.
No matter what curses Hwi-kyung might be thinking internally, Gyo-ha was grateful for the things his past self had prepared. Thanks to that, the narrow entrance was slickly wet, offering little resistance as he pushed in and wiggled his index finger.
The hole that had tightly clenched around the invading finger began to relax little by little as the probing fingers increased in number.
“It feels, uh, ah… a bit strange.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, just… ngh, mm…”
Every time he probed the inexperienced, tightly clenching insides by bending his knuckles, squelching sounds escaped due to the lubricant that had soaked even the sheets. Hwi-kyung found these sounds more embarrassing than the hand stirring up his insides.
Just how wet was it? It was fine that gel had been sprayed on his thighs and upper dick to compensate for the injured hand, but because of that, even the insides of his thighs were slippery. His senses were already heightened due to Gyo-ha firmly positioned between his legs, and every time the gel, melted by body heat, trickled down his skin, his insides involuntarily clenched tight.
“You’re clenching so hard.”
So such observations naturally came from Gyo-ha’s mouth. It wasn’t that he was deliberately saying vulgar things, but Hwi-kyung’s insides seemed to know only how to contract, tightly gripping the fingers.
Even if it took more time, he had no choice but to persistently probe with an increased number of fingers, albeit a bit overwhelming. Hwi-kyung complained, telling him to just put it in, but it was obvious that with this level of tightness, forget full insertion, even pushing in the tip would be difficult.
When Gyo-ha leaned down to kiss Hwi-kyung, supposedly to help him relax, Hwi-kyung’s half-erect dick regained its full hardness due to the stimulation inside.
Only after confirming that Hwi-kyung was properly feeling it did Gyo-ha open the condom wrapper. Unlike Hwi-kyung who had ejaculated once, Gyo-ha hadn’t properly released anything yet.
Veins bulged on the fully erect shaft. Due to the foreplay lasting longer than expected, Gyo-ha too had accumulated excitement and pleasure, leaving him with little composure.
He withdrew his fingers that had been probing until the insides became soft and pliable, and before the entrance could fully close, he rubbed the tip against it and pushed in deeply. Despite all the preparation, insertion wasn’t easy, causing Hwi-kyung to scratch Gyo-ha’s shoulders and shoulder blades with his closely trimmed nails.
Gyo-ha felt like he was dying from the pressure too. It didn’t make sense that it wouldn’t go in further despite such thorough preparation. As soon as he pushed in a little, he felt something catch inside. This happened even though the inner walls should have been soaked with gel all the way to the depths.
“Hwi-kyung, you need to relax more for me to push in further.”
“Ah, ugh, nngh…”
“Is it very difficult?”
It feels like my dick is about to break off too… Gyo-ha raised Hwi-kyung’s upper body and pressed their bodies tightly together. Their heated bodies met warmly.
He didn’t want to hurt him, but the option of inserting carefully was nearly impossible. Gyo-ha gripped Hwi-kyung’s pelvis and gradually pushed his shaft in, scraping against the catching point with added weight.
However, before he could fully thrust in, the sound of the front door lock was heard with perfect timing. Hwi-kyung’s body, which had just relaxed languidly, visibly tensed up again at the sound of the door opening.
“Oh my, could it be that the young master has returned?”
Yoon Marcia, who was managing the officetel on behalf of Lee Gyo-ha, who was publicly known to be in the United States, had barged in without any prior notice.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
