Prologue
The room was dim and cozy.
Every time Seonwook thrust deep into Mujae, the bed creaked loudly. The rhythmic slapping of their joined flesh echoed through the room, the slick lubricant smearing and clumping stickily between them. Mujae was burning hot in his arms. As Seonwook pulled Mujae back each time he tried to shift away, his knees and raised toes scraped noisily against the sheets.
Mujae’s legs, tense with effort, trembled in the air. His toes splayed wide before curling tightly, his ankles shuddering uncontrollably.
Mujae clawed at Seonwook’s back, his fingers digging in and scraping down his skin. He gripped Seonwook’s ass, lifting him up, leaving long red marks wherever his fingers trailed. Seonwook shivered at the thought—it felt as though Mujae’s touch was tearing through his skin, muscles, veins, and bones, reducing him to nothing.
Seonwook buried his face in Mujae’s neck before lifting his head. Their lips crashed together, kissing fiercely, sucking hard. The wounds at the corners of their mouths split open again, blood seeping out, but Seonwook didn’t care.
Even as they kissed, Seonwook continued to drive his cock inside Mujae roughly. Their lips slid against each other, misaligned, then urgently found each other again, pressing tightly together. Teeth clacked, tongues tangled, and ragged breaths mingled in their mouths.
Mujae, who had been clinging tightly to Seonwook’s neck, slid his hands down to cradle Seonwook’s jaw and cheeks. When their lips finally parted, their bodies still rocking frantically, they panted heavily, gazing into each other’s eyes.
Mujae’s sweat-drenched face and glistening eyes shimmered under the yellow light of the stand lamp.
When Mujae pushed his thumb between Seonwook’s lips, Seonwook eagerly sucked it hard. Mujae watched Seonwook’s lips intently.
Seonwook took each of Mujae’s fingers, one by one, sucking and licking them in turn.
After a while, Mujae slid his index and middle fingers into Seonwook’s mouth, rubbing them against his tongue. Seonwook kept his mouth open, panting raggedly, his eyes fixed on Mujae as if entranced.
Saliva dripped silently down Mujae’s wrist as his fingers explored Seonwook’s mouth.
Soon, Mujae withdrew his hand and pushed Seonwook’s shoulder, rolling him onto his side. Seonwook lay sprawled out, still holding Mujae close.
Mujae straddled him, pressing a hand over Seonwook’s mouth as he began to move. The wet slapping sounds grew stickier, and Seonwook’s body and face were pressed down, jolting with each rough thrust.
Seonwook groaned, struggling to breathe. The cock rubbing fiercely inside Mujae seemed to grow endlessly hotter, harder. Every time Mujae’s weight pressed down on him, his body felt like it was exploding—bang, bang—over and over, without respite.
Mujae shifted his hand, covering Seonwook’s nose as well. Seonwook’s already labored breaths were cut off completely. His eyes widened as he stared up at Mujae, desperate.
Mujae’s eyelids and the space between his brows trembled—fluttering like a butterfly, buzzing like a bee.
Seonwook’s heels scraped wildly against the sheets. His toes, ankles, calves, the backs of his knees, and thighs—every inch of his skin stretched taut, muscles straining.
Seonwook clutched at Mujae’s thick, hot thighs, stroking them.
His vision blurred, butterflies and bees and flowers swirling together, spinning round and round.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
