“We’re going to… do it today, right?”
Haon, his words tumbling out of order, wrapped his arms around Inho’s nape. His body was clearly burning as if he were in heat, yet his mind was surprisingly clear.
“I want to… Inho-ssi.”
“Me too.”
Inho, his Adam’s apple gradually protruding as he intently watched Haon’s expression and reaction, said, ‘I want to too.’
He crushed Haon’s slender frame in his arms, simultaneously pulling down Haon’s damp underwear and pants. Urgency laced his touch.
The underwear, not completely removed, dangled from one of Haon’s ankles. Haon glanced down at the garment clinging to his ankle. It was soaked through, as if he’d made a mistake. Because he happened to be wearing gray briefs, the wet stain was even more pronounced.
Clinging tightly to Inho, as if his body would break, Haon vigorously shook the leg with the underwear on it. He wanted to fling it far out of sight, but he couldn’t because Inho was holding his calf.
“Would it be alright to do it here?”
Inho, kneeling on the hard floor, asked. Just a few steps away, he could lay Haon on the futon. Knowing this, he didn’t get up right away but only asked. Haon, lying under the moonlight, was so beautiful.
The weather was neither cold nor hot. The breeze was slightly cool, but it was the perfect temperature to mingle body heat.
“Yes, it’s alright.”
Haon nodded his head sharply. Even though his erect cock was fully exposed, he spread his thighs wide without any hint of shyness. He just wanted to be held by him quickly. That was the only thought in his mind right now. He wanted Inho-ssi to enter his body quickly. He longed for the man who knew his body inside and out to ravage him mindlessly.
Having read his thoughts, Inho first lowered his upper body and took Haon’s cock into his mouth. He licked him with more care than when he sucked on his fingers.
“Ah, hngh…”
Haon’s hips convulsed as he arched his back, scraping his heels against the floor. Beautiful sparks burst forth from his innocent eyes.
Inho happily welcomed Haon’s grip digging into his hair and inserted his fingers into the pulsating entrance.
“Haa, eugh…”
Haon, his body heaving, groaned like someone suffering from a fever. Even as Inho swallowed him to the root, he timidly pressed down on Inho’s head with his hands.
It still wasn’t enough. His front was being sucked, and his back was being invaded, but he was thirsty. His body had become one that could no longer be satisfied with just fingers.
“Inho-ssi…”
Haon, barely managing to lift his head, called out to Inho.
Inho merely lifted his eyes, responding to the call. His mouth remained busy licking the glans, which was leaking a thin, urine-like fluid.
Haon gazed at him with an earnest expression. Inho read the clear anticipation that had spread across Haon’s eyes. They were eyes that longed for him to enter.
Those vivid brown eyes, still holding focus, made Inho’s chest tighten. As did his hardening lower half.
“Ahngh…!”
Just as Inho had widened the entrance enough and was about to withdraw his fingers, Haon ejaculated. He tried to quickly pull his cock from Inho’s mouth, but the hand gripping his pelvis wouldn’t allow it.
Inho sucked in all the semen that had sprayed into his mouth. When no more semen remained to lick, he again deeply thrust his middle finger into the inner wall.
“Hic,” Haon let out a soft moan, lifting his chin high.
“D-don’t… do that…”
Lost in the afterglow of his orgasm, it was only for a moment before Haon, startled by Inho’s thrusting that lifted his hips, flailed his arms. Usually, when he climaxed, Inho would wait without touching him at all.
“Ah! Hngh! In, Inho….”
Haon thrashed his limbs, bewildered by Inho’s persistent probing and sucking of his cock. It was thrusting so deeply. He had never received such intense stimulation with fingers before, making him even more disconcerted.
“Ugh…! I, hngh! I already, c-came…”
Moreover, the fact that Inho was forcefully sucking his already spent cock was driving him crazy. Haon felt like he would really make a mistake at this rate and tried his best to push Inho away. However, he was no match for the thick veins in Inho’s forearm.
As if possessed, Inho buried his face between Haon’s thighs and continued to suck. Haon’s body, now lifted to his waist, was half suspended in the air. Haon looked at his body, which seemed about to fold in half, with a horrified expression, and his eyes reddened.
“D-don’t do that… S-stop! Inho-ssi…!”
He tried his best to shout, but it seemed Inho couldn’t hear him now. Having lost even the strength to struggle, Haon desperately tried not to lose strength in his body.
“Ah…!”
However, the moment Inho poked a sensitive spot with his fingertip, he lost all strength. At the same time, tears welled up in Haon’s eyes and streamed down his cheeks.
“Ah, it hurts!”
With his last ounce of strength, he screamed and kicked Inho’s shoulder with his foot.
“Haon-ssi…”
Inho, who hadn’t budged at his pleas to stop, immediately moved away at the single word ‘it hurts.’ If he had known, he would have said it hurt sooner.
“Did it hurt?”
Inho lowered Haon’s hips onto his knees, blinking his half-lidded eyes. A thin fluid smeared his lips.
Haon curled up on his side, his lower body still resting on Inho’s knees, putting him in an awkward position. Nevertheless, he didn’t shift but remained in the same stiff posture.
“I’m sorry… I, I went too far.”
Inho, belatedly piecing together his snapped rationality, collected the semen on his lips and secretly swallowed it.
For a moment, his sanity had slipped. Haon’s semen, enveloped in his pheromones, was so sweet that he was seized by a desire to swallow every last drop.
The composure he had so far maintained in front of Haon had finally cracked. Perhaps the country air was truly doing strange things to his mind.
“Haon-ssi.”
“J-just a moment…”
A suppressed voice escaped as Inho tried to take hold of Haon’s awkwardly bent legs.
“Just a moment, please…”
The very quiet sound amplified Inho’s worry. There was no way he could leave Haon like this. Especially since it was his fault.
“Haon-ssi, look at me. Look and talk to me.”
It was when Inho cautiously placed his hand on Haon’s knee.
He had only rested his hand there lightly, without applying any pressure, but suddenly Haon’s body trembled, and he began to sob, his shoulders shrinking.
Flustered, Inho parted his lips, then swallowed hard at the sight of the yellowish liquid pooled beneath Haon’s pale buttocks. Oh, his expression said with a flash of realization.
“I, I sob, said it would only be a moment…”
At the sound of the sorrowful outburst of tears, Inho quickly scooped Haon into his arms and stood up. Even as he cried, Haon let out a trickle of remaining urine. Haon’s crying intensified as he looked down at it with wide, startled eyes.
“Don’t, look!”
“I’m sorry, Haon-ssi. I’m really sorry.”
“Hngh, hic, it’s too much…! You don’t even listen to me at all…”
Inho supported Haon’s damp buttocks and quickly entered the room. He frantically looked around for the bathroom, then dashed out the sliding door. He had forgotten that the toilet was outside.
“You were bad…! Hngh, Inho-ssi, you’re bad…”
“You’re right. I was bad. I promise I’ll never do that again. I swear.”
Inho earnestly soothed Haon, running barefoot across the ground. His eyes darted back and forth as he held the sobbing body in one arm. His expression was one of bewilderment.
First, he was surprised by the small size of the bathroom, and then he was even more surprised that there was no bathtub. With no suitable place to sit Haon down, he first sat him on one of his knees.
“I’ll wash you quickly.”
Haon, exhausted from crying, buried his face in Inho’s shoulder and tightly shut his mouth. Even as a child, he had never made a mistake on the wooden floor. It was only natural that he would be in shock after wetting himself in front of his lover at this adult age.
Inho turned the stiff faucet, collected water in a basin, and gently poured it over Haon’s thighs.
“Haon-ssi, can I wipe the inside for you?”
He asked before spreading Haon’s legs. Haon was so upset that he wouldn’t even show his face, so he didn’t dare to touch him carelessly.
Seo Inho, you horny bastard. Why did you have to do something he told you not to?
While Inho was berating himself, Haon, who had tightened his grip around Inho’s nape, slightly parted his legs. Reading that signal, Inho carefully cleaned every part of Haon’s body.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?”
“No…”
Haon, reaching out in place of Inho who hadn’t found a towel, pulled down a towel hanging on the wall. Judging by the pleasant scent, it seemed to have been newly hung.
While Haon buried his nose in the cozy scent of fabric softener and calmed his mind, Inho, who had repeatedly reflected on his actions, slowly opened his mouth.
“I’ll get my act together now.”
Inho made a firm promise and kissed Haon’s damp cheek. His eyes seemed to plead for forgiveness just this once, so Haon pursed his lips, pretending to hesitate, before giving his cheek a quick peck.
Only then did Inho, relieved, look for body wash and pick up a bar of soap left alone in the corner. Smelling it, he thought it was for washing the body and tried to lather it. Before he could, Haon poked his wrist and shook his head.
Ah, so it wasn’t soap for washing the body.
Inho obediently put the soap down and looked around again. Haon, his lips slightly moving, leaned his cheek against Inho’s neck.
Then, he gently raised his head, placed his lips near Inho’s ear, and murmured, “Let’s wash again later… after we’re done…”
