11:23 PM, Hotel Room.
Through the large window with the curtains drawn back, the city lights poured in like waves. The light cast a flickering shadow over Seong-hyeon’s body as he lay on the big bed. Exhausted from the ceremony, Seong-hyeon had collapsed onto the bed and fallen asleep as if he had fainted.
…Perhaps it was because the hypnosis had been broken once and then completed again, causing significant mental strain.
Whatever the reason, all he needed was rest. After all, that’s why they had decided to start their honeymoon the day after the wedding, not on the same day.
The man took a shower first to give the exhausted Seong-hyeon some time to rest. Even after taking his time and showering slowly, Seong-hyeon showed no signs of waking up. So, he began to gaze at Seong-hyeon’s body. The stark contrast between the pure white wedding lingerie and Seong-hyeon’s fair skin was accentuated by the deliberate choice of a pitch-black sheet.
During the ceremony, all the man could do was grope and suck, leaving marks all over Seong-hyeon’s body where he had bitten and persistently sucked. The light filtering through the window illuminated the faint marks visible through the white lace that still adorned Seong-hyeon’s body. His hand was drawn to the glowing skin, shiny like polished marble. His fingers traced the lines of the tattoo on Seong-hyeon’s stomach, moving up to flick the ring perfectly fitted around his left nipple.
He remembered the moment they exchanged vows of love, and he placed the ring on Seong-hyeon’s nipple. Tears had streamed down Seong-hyeon’s face, but he couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy from the fabricated ritual or tears of resignation flowing unconsciously.
Nevertheless, Yoon Seong-hyeon had said to him, “I love you too.” And he had placed a ring on the man’s fourth finger. The man curled his finger so that the ring on his left ring finger touched Seong-hyeon’s nipple. The wedding ring around Seong-hyeon’s nipple and the one on the man’s finger clinked together, producing a clear metallic sound. The man looked down at the plumper left nipple with a sunken gaze and lowered his head.
He kissed the tip of the nipple, making a soft sound, and then took the soft flesh into his mouth. As he gently scratched it with his teeth, Seong-hyeon’s closed lips parted, and a faint moan escaped.
“Mmm…”
Even in his sleep, Seong-hyeon seemed to beg for more, pushing his chest forward. The man obliged, sucking and licking the nipple with more dedication. Each time he tugged gently with his teeth and traced the surface of the wedding ring with his tongue, Seong-hyeon’s breath, heavy with sleep, transformed into moans of pleasure.
As the man pressed his straight nose against the soft chest, vigorously caressing the nipple, he felt a gentle hand tugging at his hair. He looked up to see Seong-hyeon, cheeks flushed and eyes barely open. Are you awake? The man mumbled, his mouth still around the nipple, the sound barely intelligible.
Seong-hyeon couldn’t possibly understand what the man was saying. Besides, with his nipple in the man’s mouth, the irregular movements of his tongue rubbed against the nipple and areola haphazardly. Seong-hyeon let out a breath heavy with pleasure, grinding his buttocks against the soft sheet.
“Did I… mm… fall asleep?” Seong-hyeon asked, gently stroking the man’s head. The man continued to suck hard on the nipple.
“Yes, you must have been tired,” the man replied, looking down at Seong-hyeon’s left nipple, glistening with his saliva. Seong-hyeon’s gaze followed the man’s lips, seemingly disappointed that they had left his nipple.
“You didn’t fuck me, that’s why,” Seong-hyeon complained, his voice filled with dissatisfaction. “I was so exhausted from holding back my desire to have you inside me.”
The man couldn’t help but laugh at Seong-hyeon’s grumbling. Seong-hyeon pouted, confused by the man’s laughter. To soothe him, the man gently caressed Seong-hyeon’s chin.
“I fucked you before the ceremony started. Wasn’t that enough?” the man asked.
Seong-hyeon froze for a moment, like a doll with dead batteries. The man watched him calmly, his face showing no sign of anxiety or worry. He was confident that the hypnosis on Seong-hyeon would never break again. Seong-hyeon was simply reconstructing the memory in a way that suited him.
As proof, Seong-hyeon’s eyes began to glaze over with desire. “Of course that wasn’t enough. Don’t you know how much I love your cock?”
“Is that so?” the man asked, feigning ignorance. Unable to resist, Seong-hyeon leaned down and took the man’s fingers into his mouth, sucking them as if they were his cock. Even though the hypnosis had been broken, Seong-hyeon had vowed to be his and sucked his fingers with devotion, just as the man had taught him. With his eyes closed, he savored the man’s fingers deep in his mouth, his technique more skilled than any courtesan.
“Our lewd Seong-hyeon,” the man murmured, pressing his remaining fingers firmly against Seong-hyeon’s chin. Seong-hyeon smiled, his eyes glazed with pleasure. Unable to contain himself, the man pulled his fingers out of Seong-hyeon’s mouth, intending to kiss him. Surprisingly, Seong-hyeon’s hand stopped him.
“Wait… mm…” Seong-hyeon said, stopping the man for the first time. The man was taken aback, wondering if the hypnosis was incomplete. But surely…
“If you’re going to eat my ass, shouldn’t you wash up first?” Seong-hyeon said.
The man almost burst out laughing at Seong-hyeon’s words. The serious tone in which Seong-hyeon spoke made his lips seem adorable.
“Alright. Hurry up and get that hole ready to be fucked by my cock, darling.”
He kissed the lips that had spoken such sweet words, and Seong-hyeon, blushing to his earlobes, pouted. Though he grumbled about the hassle, he returned the kiss and headed to the bathroom.
Watching Seong-hyeon’s white buttocks sway as he walked away, the man sat on the sofa. His robe rode up, revealing his muscular thighs and slightly hardened cock. He picked up the remote from the side table and pressed a button. The wall, which looked like a large mirror, gradually became transparent, revealing a glass window that offered a clear view of the other side.
Through the glass wall, Seong-hyeon was slowly taking off his wedding lingerie. The flimsy fabric fell to the floor, and he pulled down his sheer panties, which barely covered anything. As he naturally bent forward, his full breasts swayed slightly, and his semi-erect penis, plugged with a urethral plug, repeatedly touched and lifted away from the tattoo of his uterus on his lower abdomen.
Watching this, the man took a deep breath. His firm chest, partially exposed through the open robe, heaved with his breath. Simultaneously, his growing erection lifted the robe even higher up his thighs.
Seong-hyeon paused as he was about to take off his garter belt and stockings. His gaze slowly turned towards the mirror. Unaware that the man was watching him through the now-transparent mirror wall, he kept stealing glances at the man’s face. His gaze, which had been blankly scanning the man’s face, now slowly descended to his body. Seong-hyeon’s eyes stopped at the large cock revealed through the open robe. Even half-erect, it was impressively large and intimidating, making Seong-hyeon’s face flush deeply. He mumbled something to himself, his lips moving silently, and reached back to touch his hole.
The semen that had been copiously injected into him in the waiting room had slowly leaked out during the ceremony, wetting his thighs. Yet, some remained inside, and every time Seong-hyeon inserted and removed his finger, bubbles formed. The man licked his lower lip and finally stood up from his seat. He rushed to the bathroom and flung open the door, startling Seong-hyeon, who widened his eyes in surprise.
“Why… ah!”
Before Seong-hyeon could say anything, the man captured his lips in a kiss. The lips, kissed several times during the ceremony, were swollen and ripe like a perfectly ripened fruit. As the man sucked on them, Seong-hyeon’s soft tongue eagerly sought his, begging for attention. The man bit Seong-hyeon’s tongue and grabbed his buttocks with both hands. The smooth skin clung to his hands as if made for them. After fondling the firm, shapely flesh, he slid his hand down. His fingers easily slipped into the hole that Seong-hyeon had just loosened with his own fingers.
“Mmm…!”
Seong-hyeon’s screams of pleasure were muffled by the man’s lips, all his breath, saliva, and sounds swallowed greedily. As the man twisted his finger inside Seong-hyeon’s hole, he inserted another, feeling the entrance soften instantly. Seong-hyeon’s body jerked with each movement of the two fingers stimulating different spots inside him. He tried to endure the sudden rush of pleasure by opening his mouth wider and throwing his head back, but the man held his neck firmly, his tongue invading Seong-hyeon’s mouth, leaving him helpless. Like a butterfly pinned in place, Seong-hyeon was trapped against the man’s hard body, taking him in with both his mouth and his hole.
Unable to breathe properly, Seong-hyeon’s vision began to blur. The intense pleasure bordering on pain occasionally brought clarity to his eyes, but it was only momentary. His body, now accustomed to climaxing from anal stimulation, surrendered deeper to the pleasure of the man’s touch. Their chests pressed tightly together, he could feel the man’s heart pounding wildly, though he couldn’t tell whose heartbeat was faster. Before he knew it, the man had four fingers inside him, and Seong-hyeon wondered if he would put his entire hand in, fist him deeply, and what that would feel like.
As the man’s lips finally left his, Seong-hyeon gasped for breath, coughing violently. He gripped the man’s shoulders, and the man kissed the tip of his nose before slowly pulling his fingers out of Seong-hyeon’s gaping hole. A gush of semen flowed out, the sound of a cork being popped echoing in the bathroom. Kneeling on the cold floor, the man ignored the semen dripping from his own cock and pressed his tongue to Seong-hyeon’s hole.
“Ah! No, wait, there’s still… your cum inside me!” Seong-hyeon tried to push him away, but the man eagerly licked the mixture of their fluids, his tongue delving deep inside.
“No, don’t…” Seong-hyeon shook his head, hiccupping, but the man kissed his entrance and said, “This is your cum, Seong-hyeon.”
Of course, I should clean it up.
“Our Seong-hyeon’s cum tastes so good,” the man said, scooping up the semen leaking from Seong-hyeon’s hole and licking it off his fingers. He smiled, his eyes narrowing with pleasure, and Seong-hyeon stared at him, captivated by the sight of his glistening lips and strong nose. This man, his husband, was the epitome of masculine beauty.
