21.
What he was about to do didn’t particularly trouble his conscience. That was because Choi Mujin had almost none to begin with. He may have had a bit more when he was with Seo Jaewoo, but he decided not to think about that now.
Choi Mujin ate the porridge Haseo held up to his mouth. Then he took the empty spoon, placed it next to the bowl, and lifted the tray.
“Eating something is better, right?”
Haseo smiled brightly with a satisfied expression. But Mujin hadn’t immediately eaten the porridge because he wanted to—he’d just cleared it away as a precaution against potential risks.
“Haseo.”
When he called the name affectionately, Haseo closed his mouth with wide eyes.
“You want to help me, right?”
“What? Yes.”
Now those large eyes were rolling around nervously.
“Then let’s have sex.”
“S-sex?”
“Why, don’t you want to?”
It would be fine if he got scared and ran away. It would be better for both of them if that created some distance. But instead of recoiling in horror or backing away, Haseo shook his head.
‘What a bold one.’
He was agreeing to Mujin’s suggestion to have sex right now.
“I don’t dislike it.”
Haseo approached him, verbally confirming his answer in case Mujin misunderstood.
“But are your wounds okay?”
“It’s not like I’m badly injured.”
At Mujin’s words, Haseo narrowed his eyes. He seemed to disagree with that assessment.
“This counts as a serious injury.”
He apparently had never seen someone who was truly badly hurt. Instead of explaining, Mujin just responded with a laugh. Haseo carefully reached out and pressed his hand against Mujin’s chest. When Mujin leaned back as desired, Haseo climbed on top of him.
“Let’s take your clothes off first.”
“You don’t need to explain every little step.”
“You’re injured.”
Haseo removed Mujin’s shirt with rather skilled hands.
“You’re quite eager for someone who’s worried about my injuries.”
“I feel like if I said no, you’d call someone else. If we’re going to do this, isn’t it better to have someone who cares about your wounds?”
It wasn’t wrong, but hearing it made Mujin feel strange. Was it because Haseo had sized him up so accurately? Or was something else the issue? While he was thinking, Haseo struggled to remove Mujin’s pants.
Mujin’s body scent was stronger than usual. Probably because he’d been active and hadn’t washed. Haseo’s nose twitched before he gently pressed it with his hand.
‘Still has a good body.’
Despite the many scars, it was an attractive body. Looking at it made Haseo feel aroused after a long time. Still, his partner was injured, so he should exercise restraint. Though Haseo was light, just having him on top would be a burden for Mujin. So the conclusion was simple.
“I’ll use my mouth.”
“That’s not what I want.”
Even so, Mujin didn’t force anything on Haseo. He just lay relaxed on the bed, looking down at him. When Haseo pulled down Mujin’s underwear, his already aroused member sprang out. He had taken it in his throat a few times before, but had never properly sucked it with leisure. Haseo swallowed and touched the tip with his finger.
“Did beating someone up excite you?”
Mujin’s penis was already slick with precum.
“Is that how it works?”
The leisurely response felt vexing, so Haseo flicked the penis with his finger. Fully exposed in the light, it was quite a monstrous shape. Long, thick, and rigidly erect, with veins that made it look somewhat like a goblin’s club. And below it, the swollen testicles.
After thoroughly appreciating the view, Haseo wrapped his palm around the penis. As he gently rubbed it, the organ grew even larger in response.
‘Right, this isn’t even its final form.’
Though he looked Korean on the outside, maybe he had some foreign blood? He had such thoughts at first, but gradually his mind quieted. Even while thinking it was monstrous, Haseo focused on Mujin’s penis. After playfully rubbing and caressing it, he brought his lips to the tip and tasted its bitter flavor.
‘I hope my lips survive this.’
Haseo opened his mouth and took in Mujin’s penis. The egg-shaped glans scraped against the roof of his mouth as it went in, and after that it became a bit easier. But opening his throat was still difficult.
So he rubbed the remaining length with his hand while massaging the tip with his tongue, causing Mujin to exhale softly. Haseo was increasingly drawn in by the excitement in that breath. He felt like he could swallow a bit more. Pushing in with effort, about half of it entered. His throat felt painfully hot, but even that pain was welcome now.
Using precum and saliva as lubricant, he moved his head several times. After doing this for a while, Mujin grabbed Haseo’s moving head. Then he pulled his penis out slowly and looked into Haseo’s eyes.
“Kuhb.”
Physiological tears had wet Haseo’s cheeks. As he coughed from the strain on his burning throat, Mujin put his hands under Haseo’s armpits and lifted him up.
“W-wait!”
Should a patient be doing this? Before he could protest in alarm, Haseo found himself straddling Mujin’s waist. Mujin tore off Haseo’s old t-shirt and threw his loose elastic pants far away. While Haseo, suddenly naked, was just blinking, lips devoured him.
Mujin’s kiss felt violent and consuming. There was no tenderness or gentleness, but it was enough to arouse excitement. While mixing tongues, sharing saliva, and sucking with slick lips, Haseo realized that large hands were gripping his buttocks.
‘This isn’t good.’
Haseo tried to assert his reason somehow, but it wasn’t easy. Mujin didn’t let him think of anything else. Meanwhile, wet fingers entered the tightly closed wrinkles below.
“It’s tight.”
After saying that, Mujin roughly stirred inside with his fingers. It didn’t take long for one finger to become two. With his mouth covered, Haseo tapped Mujin’s shoulder.
“Y-your wound!”
At those urgently spoken words, Mujin’s eyes rounded as he smiled. He seemed amused that Haseo was worried about his injuries even in this situation.
‘It’s your body!’
Finding Mujin’s expression annoying, Haseo unconsciously reached out and pinched his nose.
“Huh?”
An incredulous voice escaped, but this much seemed fine. That’s how it felt. Haseo looked at Mujin with a shameless expression, as if asking what was wrong. Then he suddenly moaned at the fingers that had deeply entered and were stirring inside.
“Ahng!”
Despite not having had sex many times before, Mujin was skilled at finding the spots that brought pleasure.
“This spot feels good, right?”
As he pressed firmly on the parts that made Haseo writhe, an overwhelming pleasure surged through him. Gasping and tearing up, Haseo reached for Mujin’s wrist. But he was no match in strength and couldn’t stop his actions. He wanted to ask him to go slowly, but his voice came out in spurts.
“Ah, aaah. Hnngh. Hah.”
Though he clung to Mujin, when he remembered the wounds, he pulled away. But his mind, having lost reason, often forgot the current situation.
“I’m putting it in now.”
After this kind warning, Mujin pressed his penis against Haseo’s entrance. Despite spending quite some time preparing, the penis didn’t enter easily. But Mujin didn’t seem willing to wait any longer. He grabbed Haseo’s waist with both hands and pulled him down.
“Ack!”
With a short scream, the penis pushed inside.
Crunch.
He thought he heard the sound of his lower body being spread open. The thought that he might have torn made Haseo sob.
“Not even half is in yet.”
Lies. It already felt like his stomach was full. Haseo rubbed his flat stomach with his hand. As the penis went deeper, his stomach seemed to swell. Thinking of it that way made him feel scared.
“Uhng.”
Haseo ended up crying again. This time it wasn’t physiological tears but contained sadness. Mujin whispered in Haseo’s ear with a husky voice.
“You gave permission.”
And with that, he pushed in the remaining length completely.
“Kuh!”
For a moment his mind went blank and he couldn’t think of anything. When he finally came to his senses, he was slumped on top of Mujin, who was sitting against the bed. The fact that Mujin was injured persistently came to mind, but he had no strength left to do anything about it. So he stayed still, but then Mujin thrust his hips.
Thwack.
Flesh violently collided with flesh, making a sound like beating a leather drum. Mujin was more violent and less considerate than the first time they had sex. But since it wasn’t purely painful, sounds of pleasure mixed with his screams.
“S-slowly. Sob. Ahng. Mmmng!”
While being shaken mindlessly, Haseo’s hand touched Mujin’s wound. Red had appeared on the gauze covering the wound. Blood had gotten on Haseo’s fingers as well, but Mujin seemed like someone for whom pain didn’t matter, only craving sex. Wet sounds came from below and his body lost strength.
Haseo had never experienced sex like this in his entire life.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
