#087
Suddenly, all clothes had been removed. Yeon Tae-soo’s hand roughly explored inside. The hard sensation of his prosthetic hand was so intensely chilling that Yoo Seong-woo felt relief.
Trying to channel the rough sensation into pain, he began moving his hips on his own. Sitting atop Yeon Tae-soo’s hand and awkwardly rocking his hips, he could feel Tae-soo’s jaw tighten.
While maintaining their kiss, he focused on the sensations building below. He couldn’t afford to miss even the slightest feeling. He needed to gather everything as fuel to endure the pain. Yet the pain that felt like it was hollowing out his skull refused to ease.
It’s okay, I can endure this. Acting is one of my functions after all. He reminded himself repeatedly. But the pain showed no sign of subsiding.
“Hah, hnng…”
Moans escaped between their pressed lips. It was fortunate that moans of pain resembled those of pleasure.
His head felt like it was being torn apart. The more painful it became, the more intense his movements grew. He rocked his hips and frantically scratched at Yeon Tae-soo’s back until he realized he was hurting him and forcibly curled his fingers into fists.
That’s when it happened. The lips he had been desperately devouring suddenly broke away, and Yeon Tae-soo’s face filled his vision. Seeing what looked like anger, Seong-woo instinctively shrank back.
Even as his body stiffened, the pain didn’t subside. That fact was terrifying. No matter what he did, this pain would likely follow him until death.
“Stop holding back.”
A deep voice with indecipherable meaning resonated in his ears, which he had tightly shut.
“You’re in pain. Even now.”
Yeon Tae-soo’s subsequent words made his eyes open again. How did he know? Seong-woo thought he had been enduring with all his might.
He faced him with reddened eyes. Yeon Tae-soo’s black pupils were frozen, looking almost pained themselves.
“If you hide your pain…”
The hand that wasn’t a prosthetic reached out to cup his cheek.
“You won’t even be able to take your anger out on me when you’re hurting.”
Wondering if he’d misheard, his bloodshot eyes widened. Through what seemed like a patchwork of warning signs, he could see Tae-soo’s face. Today, there was no beautiful golden light floating around.
“Hit me, scratch me. Seong-woo.”
His voice was very low, almost like a whisper. As though he were holding back tears.
Yoo Seong-woo’s lips trembled. He wanted to ask how he could possibly hit or scratch him, but he feared opening his mouth would unleash tears.
“Use me like that at least. Understand?”
His kindness was painful. Why do I hurt more the kinder you are? He closed his eyes and burrowed into Tae-soo’s embrace. Though Yeon Tae-soo told him not to hide his pain, Seong-woo couldn’t fully reveal this suffering to him. Anguish is contagious.
A sigh settled on the crown of his head as he stubbornly kept his mouth shut, only burying his face. Yeon Tae-soo abruptly withdrew the fingers he had inserted below.
“Ah!”
A moan burst out at the sudden sensation. Soon after, Yeon Tae-soo lowered his pants and revealed his erection.
The heavy flesh entered him, exploring his inner walls. Yeon Tae-soo skillfully positioned himself inside, but Seong-woo could never get used to this sensation despite having received it countless times.
Yeon Tae-soo had always been an extraordinary existence to him. He had expected him to shudder with betrayal, yet here he was telling Seong-woo to hit him and vent his anger. He had thought Tae-soo would be reluctant to touch a non-human being, yet he explored him without hesitation.
The pleasure that intermingled with the pain was more addictive than before. Seong-woo frantically rocked his hips while mounted on Yeon Tae-soo’s dick inside him.
“Ah, hnngh, ah, ah…!”
He moved his hips and scratched Tae-soo’s shoulders with his fingertips, signaling for more. Responding in kind, Yeon Tae-soo thrust upward forcefully. Each time, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonated.
Having lost weight, his pelvic bones hurt terribly each time he came down. Still, it was far better than the headache.
He wanted to devour all the sensations Yeon Tae-soo offered. Simultaneously, he wished to be devoured by him. It felt as though if Tae-soo consumed his entire body, this pain might stop too. Like falling into the emptiness of space.
He opened his eyes and faced him. Breathing heavily, he kissed Tae-soo’s eyelids.
Yeon Tae-soo wasn’t a god. He couldn’t save him. He couldn’t even reduce this pain.
Yet he remained his religion. He was also a massive error that couldn’t be inserted into a database or defined by his brain.
He decided to willingly love this error.
Seong-woo’s moans grew increasingly louder, almost becoming screams. Yeon Tae-soo’s movements became rougher, as if conducting him.
The tip of his dick pressed deeply into places it shouldn’t reach, crushing a specific spot. A lightning-like pleasure pierced his body. Seong-woo experienced such intense pleasure that his vision turned white, even without ejaculating.
Yeon Tae-soo didn’t stop there and thrust his hips even faster. He was particularly rough today, as if deliberate. The heavy, uneven thing that entered him forcibly created a path, penetrating Seong-woo’s body.
Ah, aah, he cried out. Though his hearing was normal, his ears felt muffled. It was as if all his permitted senses were concentrated below.
The dizzying pleasure continued. Finally, the sensations Tae-soo was giving him began to overwhelm the pain.
He could vividly feel each sensation of Tae-soo’s dick crushing his inner walls. The protrusions on the dick were almost visible to him. The flesh that forcibly stretched his insides came in so deeply and crudely that it pressed against his navel, overpowering even the pain that felt like it was splitting his head.
“Ah, hnng, ah…! Aah!”
Amidst the pressure that felt like his stomach might burst, Seong-woo ejaculated almost involuntarily. The semen thoroughly wet both their lower abdomens and dripped onto the bed.
The sloshing sounds from below continued. Feeling the sticky substance flowing down the dick that was entering and exiting him, he realized Yeon Tae-soo had ejaculated inside. Despite having just climaxed, Tae-soo didn’t stop moving in and out of him.
The uneven dick forcibly stretched his inner walls, pulling the semen inside him downward, then pushing it back in. Each time, the ridges scraped his semen-coated inner walls.
“Ugh, ungh, ngh…”
Choked moans erupted from the intense pleasure. Seong-woo’s chest heaved. A ringing like electronic noise had started at some point. It was a sound befitting of him, a machine.
He had been panting for quite some time. Suddenly, Yeon Tae-soo lifted him up while still inside him.
“Hnn…?”
Semen dripped down his suddenly empty thighs. Yeon Tae-soo placed Seong-woo, whom he had lifted slightly into the air, into a face-down position. Then he immediately resumed moving his hips.
“Ah!”
The dick entered him again in a doggy-style position. Yeon Tae-soo thrust into Seong-woo as if piercing him. His dick, now much deeper than when seated, crushed the inside of his navel.
Seong-woo couldn’t even moan, just panted with his head buried in the blanket. Yeon Tae-soo moved like a beast. He had never moved this roughly before, as if only instinct remained.
Weight pressed on his back, and then sudden pain flared in his shoulder. Yeon Tae-soo had bitten into his flesh.
It hurt, but he didn’t resist. Even this was another sensation to suppress his terrible headache, if only slightly.
As if knowing this fact, Yeon Tae-soo drove into him relentlessly. The movements, several times rougher and wilder than usual, were welcome.
Climax arrived without warning. Thinner semen weakly leaked from Seong-woo’s erect dick. Yeon Tae-soo’s hand reached out and grasped his dick as it was ejaculating. The moment the flesh at the height of sensation was gripped by the metal prosthetic, Seong-woo’s body trembled and he immediately ejaculated again.
Normally, Yeon Tae-soo would have said something vulgar like “why are you coming so much” or “water keeps coming out,” but he was quiet. He just breathed roughly like a beast and gnawed on Seong-woo’s shoulder.
Something—whether sweat or tears—flowed from his face onto the bed. At some point, his head had stopped hurting.
It felt as if everything around him had been blocked out, and only Yeon Tae-soo, who was exploring his body, remained. He welcomed this isolation that Tae-soo had created for him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
