My Company Is Black

#114

No matter how often they were intimate, penetration was always difficult. Hwi-kyung, naturally awkward with his body, instinctively tensed up whenever Gyo-ha’s overwhelming size pushed inside him. Because of the intense stimulation, he would tighten up precisely when he needed to relax.

As a result, Gyo-ha had developed better techniques for entry. From his experience, the safest approach was to pin Hwi-kyung down with his weight so he couldn’t struggle, somehow get him to relax, and then push in all at once.

“Ah, mmm, nngh…”

Every time the forcefully inserted flesh moved and pulled back slightly, pained sounds escaped from Hwi-kyung. Even trying to keep his lips tightly closed, it was difficult to suppress his moans when what had been pushed out slowly worked its way back in.

If only he could hide his face. Though he turned his head away, not wanting to show his expression of intense pleasure or his flushed face, Gyo-ha would inevitably find Hwi-kyung’s mouth and plant kisses on it.

One of Gyo-ha’s learned techniques was to distract Hwi-kyung with playful kisses, then somehow force his way into the tight space. Hwi-kyung reflexively lowered his wandering hands to feel his lower abdomen.

“Want me to touch your stomach too?”

“Ah, no… don’t press…”

“Don’t press?”

“Hah, yes…”

“Okay. I won’t do anything you don’t like.”

Despite his soothing tone, Gyo-ha subtly lowered his hand to cover the back of Hwi-kyung’s hand. With his right hand pressing down, Hwi-kyung couldn’t easily push Gyo-ha’s hand away.

In this respect, having injured his hand was advantageous. If Hwi-kyung had realized this, he would have pulled Gyo-ha’s hair, but Gyo-ha liked how Hwi-kyung couldn’t resist when held by the scarred right hand.

“You said, hik, you said you wouldn’t press…”

“I’m pressing your hand, not your stomach.”

“Ah, really, uh, yes… I told you… don’t, press…”

Hwi-kyung’s words broke off intermittently as he tried to swallow his moans. It seemed like it would take forever to complete a single sentence.

“Too, nngh… too much…”

But Gyo-ha loved the words Hwi-kyung uttered at times like these. Since Hwi-kyung was far from honest, he wouldn’t express satisfactory appreciation unless backed into a corner.

Sometimes, even when he was dying with pleasure, he would insist he didn’t like it. When the pleasure was too intense, he would fearfully withdraw his body, and even after adapting somewhat, if he couldn’t hide his face, he would substitute requests for more with demands to stop. He was completely contrary.

“If it feels good, you need to say so for me to know.”

Because of Hwi-kyung’s nature, Gyo-ha’s perceptiveness grew daily. While his social awareness was irreparably poor, his bedroom intuition had reached the level of a supreme master.

Gyo-ha could now distinguish between Hwi-kyung’s real “don’t” and fake “don’t.” At the very least, the “don’t press” uttered when Gyo-ha pushed in was fake. As evidence, Hwi-kyung’s lower part was fully erect again, making his previous ejaculation seem meaningless.

To be this aroused from behind without even being touched in front—despite his innocent-looking face, Hwi-kyung was quite sensitive. Perhaps due to his sensitive personality, his body responded to every touch.

When Gyo-ha strongly pressed on Hwi-kyung’s thin belly, which was bulging from the deeply inserted dick, Hwi-kyung’s shoulders trembled. When Gyo-ha kissed him as he breathed heavily with a flushed face, the lack of air made Hwi-kyung tighten inside even more.

The contraction of the inner walls, strong enough to feel like they might break Gyo-ha’s dick, was a signal that Hwi-kyung had reached climax without ejaculating. His toes curled involuntarily, and his head tilted back so far that his Adam’s apple protruded. Gyo-ha thought Hwi-kyung looked incredibly arousing in this moment.

A face that nobody else would ever see. Though he couldn’t separate Hwi-kyung from reality like the system window, this face of his belonged exclusively to Gyo-ha.

“If you keep saying no, what if I suddenly pull out…”

The dick that had been slowly stirring inside suddenly pulled out completely. Though it was just to change positions, the hole that had just experienced a light orgasm opened and closed impatiently.

An animal-like whimper escaped from Hwi-kyung’s mouth. After being thoroughly filled, the unexpected withdrawal felt strange. The empty feeling made something seem wrong.

Though Hwi-kyung squirmed for it to be put back in, Gyo-ha teasingly just massaged Hwi-kyung’s lower abdomen and chest. When his hand slid down and firmly gripped and stroked Hwi-kyung’s dick, Hwi-kyung ejaculated again.

The second ejaculation was more watery. The semen that spattered on the leather sofa looked like just whitish water from a distance. Due to consecutive ejaculations, the dick that had been rubbed by Gyo-ha’s fingertips was red and swollen.

Hwi-kyung’s body not only bruised easily but also reddened easily. His dick were the same. Gyo-ha continued to stimulate Hwi-kyung’s dick even after he had ejaculated. Then, holding Hwi-kyung’s waist, he shifted to adjust their position.

Penetrating while embracing from the side was a little easier than before. The already loosened inside swallowed Gyo-ha’s dick as if it had been waiting. When he thrust deeply all at once instead of pushing in gradually like before, Hwi-kyung’s body pitched forward.

The leather sofa, already dirty with spatters of semen, creaked under the weight of two adult men. Due to the forceful insertion, Hwi-kyung’s insides were also in disarray.

It feels like it shouldn’t come in this deep. Did he always insert this much? Along with the flashing pleasure, a brief question circled in Hwi-kyung’s mind. But it couldn’t continue for long due to Gyo-ha constantly stirring inside.

Gyo-ha’s arms tightened around Hwi-kyung to prevent him from rolling off the sofa. Even if Hwi-kyung wanted to curl up in his delirium, he couldn’t. Gyo-ha’s right hand held Hwi-kyung’s front, making it impossible to push away, and continued to stimulate it.

“Th-that… mmm, ah… stop…”

Even pleading like begging, there was no sign the intense actions would end. With strong stimulation from front and back, Hwi-kyung couldn’t handle the overwhelming pleasure and raised his nails to scratch Gyo-ha’s hands and arms.

Now there were no other thoughts besides the sensation like an urge to urinate and the need to stop Gyo-ha. With the dick deep inside pressing somewhere, it felt like something other than semen was about to come out.

“Please… I, hic… I feel like something else is going to come out…”

“Something else? What?”

“Mmm, yes… need to… go to the bathroom…”

“I don’t think that’s it.”

Gyo-ha knew what urge Hwi-kyung was feeling. He deliberately kept stimulating the sensitive spot while gripping the front, so it wouldn’t be surprising if Hwi-kyung squirted.

Men can also leak fluid when they feel too much pleasure. Gyo-ha already knew this fact. Though he had never seen it directly, his sexual knowledge was fairly extensive due to his consumption of various content.

But Hwi-kyung, who knew less than Gyo-ha, now even hurled curses at him. Starting with “damn bastard” and continuing with about three dog-related curses, Gyo-ha became so excited that he couldn’t control himself and thrust hard inside.

It was Hwi-kyung’s fault for finally cursing. Someone who normally wouldn’t say a word of profanity even when begged was now so adept at finding words like “dog” and “bastard” in bed.

Gyo-ha wanted to hear even worse words. He was easily excited when Hwi-kyung acted domineering.

“F*ck…”

Finally, when transparent fluid burst out from the tip instead of semen, Hwi-kyung showed tears due to physiological anger. He finally pulled at Gyo-ha’s hair, who was saying something about dehydration from crying from both ends.

The leather sofa was now beyond salvaging, covered in all kinds of bodily fluids. Hwi-kyung’s entire body trembled with the aftereffects of intense pleasure. It also seemed like he was trembling with anger.

Hwi-kyung’s greatest anger was that Gyo-ha had climaxed inside him when Hwi-kyung’s insides contracted at the word “f*ck.” This f*cking wh*re bastard… Just wait until I accept such spite again…

* * *

“Do I really have to keep kneeling?”

“…”

“I’m sorry. I’ll just keep kneeling.”

Gyo-ha had to kneel as punishment for not stopping when Hwi-kyung told him to. His legs were a bit numb, but he had no regrets.

Although it had been a struggle to comfort Hwi-kyung, who had become dejected thinking he had made a mistake due to his limited sexual knowledge, it had definitely been a fulfilling weekend. At least Gyo-ha was very satisfied.

“But wasn’t it good? After that, you also…”

“Do you want to raise your hands as well as kneel?”

“Please forgive me just this once.”

Why do I like someone like him? Every time Hwi-kyung saw Gyo-ha with that inappropriate bright expression, slightly extending his knees complaining about numbness, he questioned his own taste.

Was his type a lecher (entirely according to Jung Hwi-kyung’s standards) and a goofball? Hwi-kyung fell into deep contemplation watching Gyo-ha now sitting with his legs stretched out. Why do I really like this person?

“Hwi-kyung.”

“What.”

“Can I just sit next to you now?”

“…”

“I’ve reflected. I’ll be moderate next time.”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“Aww.”

Seeing him throw a tantrum with that build, Hwi-kyung lost the energy to be angry. Anyway, Gyo-ha was planning to replace the ruined leather sofa with a new one. He had already ordered a new product because Hwi-kyung insisted it needed to be changed before Marcia came.

“But you’re not worried about Kim Tae-pung’s concert anymore, right?”

Hwi-kyung, who had been half-collapsed on the bed groaning all along, raised himself at Gyo-ha’s words.

“…Why do I like you?”

“Because I’m rich?”

“That’s part of it.”

“Because I’m handsome?”

“That’s true too.”

After responding to Gyo-ha’s words like a Zen dialogue, Hwi-kyung looked down at Gyo-ha, who was slowly approaching from under the bed to hug his legs.

“I’ve been thinking deeply…”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know the reason…”

“Maybe because I’m too cute?”

“That’s not it.”

“Awww.”

Looking at the top of Gyo-ha’s head as he clung to his legs acting like a child, Hwi-kyung thought:

This person… he’ll never grow up, so I guess I’ll just have to support him for life… It was the beginning of a desire to provide that went beyond love.