“I want you to put it in.”
Haon clearly added, his voice firm.
He had boldly expressed his opinion, yet he couldn’t even properly meet Inho’s gaze. Still, he refused to back down.
“It really doesn’t hurt.”
In truth, even if it did hurt, Haon still wanted to go through with it to the end with Inho. But he thought that if he said that, Inho might dislike it, so he purposely insisted that it didn’t hurt.
According to Inho’s words, Haon’s body belonged to him, and his body belonged to Haon, so didn’t that mean they could do whatever they wanted with each other? He wanted to question him like that. But he lacked the courage to say it aloud, so he conveyed his feelings through his expression instead.
The intense gaze that brushed over his face made Haon feel as if Inho could read every corner of his heart. Haon knew very well now just how much Inho cared for, cherished, and thought about him.
That must be why he wasn’t planning to go all the way.
Swallowing dryly, Haon stole glances at the space between Inho’s thighs. Judging from the pronounced outline, it seemed almost fully hardened, yet Inho’s expression remained calm.
At least outwardly, he watched Haon with the same composed face as always.
However, beneath the surface, where the spark had fallen, it was boiling over with heat. If Haon just took one more step forward, Inho could already sense that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back any longer. He was teetering at the very edge.
His desire surged to the point that it gave him a pounding headache, but clinging to his rationality, he continued to observe Haon. His feverish body, unable to even take fever reducers, still hadn’t recovered from the cold. Clearly, what he needed was rest. Moreover, the aftereffects from the heat remained heavily imprinted all over his body.
Today, he absolutely could not overdo it. No matter what.
Barely managing to suppress a sigh, Inho maintained his smile and gently brushed back Haon’s damp hair. He was just about to suggest they sleep for today and leave it at that.
But suddenly, Haon shifted his body and straddled Inho’s thighs, spreading his legs wide open.
Then, he tried to fit Inho’s hardened lower half between his perineum. His trembling hands even fumbled with Inho’s belt buckle.
Letting out a deep breath through his nose, Inho rubbed his aching forehead as he watched Haon. His pale face revealed a trace of hesitation, as if he couldn’t bring himself to push Haon away.
Haon’s hands, as soft as his bare skin, unclasped the buckle and caressed his lower belly. How could he possibly resist that?
When Haon’s trembling fingertips, after briefly hesitating, finally slipped into Inho’s drawers, the patience that had been stretched dangerously thin shattered completely. Just as Haon had wished.
Inho covered the back of Haon’s hand, gripping himself together with him, and captured Haon’s lips with his own. As he wrapped Haon’s trembling tongue with his own and inhaled his quivering breath, he once again opened the nightstand drawer. Just like he had when he had taken out the ointment.
Greedily sucking up Haon’s saliva, Inho pressed his tongue against the mucous membranes inside Haon’s mouth as if forewarning him, scraping deeply along the roof of his mouth. Haon felt every cell in his body bristle at the sensation of Inho’s rough kiss, so unlike his usual self. Just the forceful squeeze of his buttocks made Haon’s toes curl.
“Haon-ssi.”
“Ugh, ah….”
Almost pressing down with the weight of his entire body, Inho roughly rubbed Haon’s cock against his own fiercely erect cock. The stimulation was even more intense than the desperate masturbation he’d experienced before. Haon, his fine hairs standing on end, couldn’t even answer as he clung tightly to Inho. In doing so, the pressure against his own cock grew even harsher.
Even though it hadn’t been long since he last climaxed, Haon’s body hardened again almost immediately. Before he knew it, he was laid back on the sheets, panting heavily as he caressed Inho’s cheeks and neck, as if trying to etch every inch of Inho’s form into the lines of his palms with desperate persistence.
Between Haon’s ragged breaths, the rapid sounds of a small box being torn open and a thin plastic wrapper being removed echoed in the room. Haon kissed Inho’s jawline, licked along his neck with his tongue, and patiently waited for him—all things Inho had taught him.
Watching Haon like that, Inho’s thick Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. He rubbed the condom-covered, rigid cock along the inside of Haon’s pale thighs. At the same time, a soft whimper, like that of a small, helpless creature, escaped from Haon’s throat.
Haon was already soaking wet down below. His swollen entrance twitched intermittently, as if anticipating penetration. It was undeniable proof that Haon was an Omega. Even without the release of pheromones, Haon’s aroused body leaked enough sticky fluid to wash away the ointment that had been carefully applied earlier.
Inho smeared that watery fluid over the tip of his glans and caressed Haon’s smooth perineum.
“Would you like to be on top, Haon-ssi?”
His voice was slightly different from usual.
“Whichever is better for you. Choose the position that’s most comfortable for you, Haon-ssi.”
Inho’s tone, mixed with a quicker speech and rougher breathing, carried a faint hint of impatience. His expression no longer appeared composed.
“Everything….”
Pausing for a moment to admire Inho’s disheveled appearance, Haon murmured with all his heart. It was something he often said: a simple but earnest assurance.
“Everything is good…..”
He had said it countless times before, but somehow, tonight, it felt like he was saying it with truer sincerity than ever.
At least, that’s how it felt to Inho.
With a faint smile, Inho kissed Haon’s burning forehead and slid his fingertips between the deep folds as he caressed Haon’s thighs.
“Ugh-.”
Haon twisted his waist, welcoming the fingers that breached inside him, spreading his legs even wider. Though a shallow fear flitted across his sweat-drenched face, a stronger, overwhelming excitement reigned in the depths of his core.
“In, ho-ssi…..”
Haon, his eyes glistening, opened them wide, trying to clearly recognize just who he was clinging to.
“Yes, Haon-ssi.”
Sensing that uneasy feeling, Inho met Haon’s gaze with clearer, steadier eyes and kissed him. Every time Haon called his name, Inho responded immediately without leaving even a sliver of space, saying, “Yes, Haon-ssi.”
The bed, filled with their heated breaths, grew heavy with the repeated sound of their names. Haon and Inho—only these two names were allowed to exist on this bed. No one else could intrude. It was a space meant solely for Inho and Haon.
“Ah, ngh…..”
As the fingers that had thoroughly stretched him slipped out, Haon’s tightened stomach caved inward. Inho’s eyes roamed over Haon’s body, so thin it seemed every bone was visible. No matter how many times he saw it, he couldn’t get used to how frail he looked. And surely, after today, Haon would eat even less and lose more weight.
The more Haon withered away, the more it felt like Inho was losing him, and it tore at his insides. He didn’t want to lose even a single gram of him, not even a strand of his hair. Yet Haon, against Inho’s wishes, continued to grow thinner and often got hurt.
“Inho-ssi.”
At that moment, Haon called out to him.
“I’m cold….”
It was an earnest confession. With his thighs spread open and the space between them left exposed without being filled, a chill seemed to creep in. Haon lightly leaned his spread legs against Inho’s knees, silently urging him on.
The expression and tone were completely at odds with his earlier boldness, but that only made him even more endearing.
Inho bit Haon’s flushed cheek lightly, then softly caressed his thighs and perineum, pressing the tip of his glans against Haon’s entrance.
“Haah…..”
Haon took a deep breath, and his hollowed belly pulled in even more. Despite the long preparation, his damp hole still struggled to accept Inho’s cock easily. Haon, who until now had seemed relatively stable, unconsciously gritted his teeth against the pain that tore through the narrow entrance.
It hurt much more than he had expected. Perhaps because the inner walls were swollen, the opening had become even tighter, making insertion difficult. Already, the muscles in Haon’s thighs were beginning to tremble.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t pull out….”
Terrified that Inho might stop, Haon hurriedly spoke. Fortunately, Inho didn’t withdraw the glans that was barely lodged at the entrance. Instead, he stripped off his soaked shirt, revealing his sweat-drenched body. Inho, too, was sweating just as much as Haon.
“I hate it when Haon-ssi is hurting.”
Inho licked away the saliva trailing from the corner of his lips and sat up.
“If I stop now, you’ll get mad at me, won’t you? You’ll be upset.”
He lifted one eyebrow, seeking a reply, and Haon, panting heavily, quickly nodded. His eyes even narrowed slightly in a subtle frown, as if to say he would be very upset.
Inho understood that feeling perfectly. Just as he always did.
“That would be even scarier. So just bear with it a little longer.”
Just a little longer. Whispering low and tender, Inho grasped Haon’s hips with both hands. Carefully lifting Haon’s trembling waist, he slowly pushed deeper inside while at the same time wrapping his hand around Haon’s cock, starting to move it gently.
Startled by the sudden, intense stimulation, Haon’s legs and waist lifted off the bed. At the same time, Inho, with a smooth thrust, forcefully parted the narrow inner walls and entered him.
A moan, almost a scream, burst from Haon’s lips.
Inho, having thrust in nearly to the root, began to move his hips, repeatedly hitting the spot where Haon could feel it most. He drove forward quickly, giving Haon no chance to register the pain.
“Ah, ah! Hnnng…! Ah!”
Each time the wet flesh moved in and out of the tight hole, a slick, squelching sound echoed through the room. Haon’s legs, which had floated helplessly in the air, soon wrapped tightly around Inho’s waist.
Every time Inho struck that same spot, Haon felt as if his vision turned completely white. The cock that had shriveled up from the initial pain was now leaking thin fluid again, welcoming the pleasure.
Inho, feeling the precum Haon had released, slowly rubbed Haon’s lower belly that tightly embraced him. Seeing that Haon no longer seemed to be in pain, he bent his upper body down as if he had been waiting for this moment.
Haon, stretching out both arms desperately, sought Inho’s lips. The moment their mouths met, Haon clung tightly to Inho’s broad frame, not allowing even a sliver of space between them. The thick length pushing deep inside him was overwhelming, yet Haon only tightened his hold even more.
He didn’t suppress the moans that erupted from his throat. The more he let out his voice, the faster the wet sounds of their flesh meeting filled the air.
Opening his eyes, Haon looked up at Inho, who loomed over his entire body. The black eyes that always watched over him were now hidden beneath tightly shut lids.
Inho was squeezing his eyes shut so hard that the inner ends of his brows were wrinkled. Thanks to that, Haon could gaze at him to his heart’s content. He took in every detail, wishing that the image of the aroused Inho would be engraved not in his clouded mind but deep within his stubborn heart.
Haon never wanted to forget this moment. And he wished that Inho wouldn’t forget it either.
He desperately hoped that his existence would be engraved onto Inho. With all that emotion, Haon messily smeared his hot saliva all over Inho’s mouth, greedily sucking in his spit.
But even that wasn’t enough. He wanted more—far more of Inho than he had now. He wanted all of Inho’s heart and body, without leaving a single piece behind.
“Inho-ssi….”
To Haon, his burning desire felt like nothing more than a greedy wish. It was too overwhelming to say aloud, so instead, he spoke like this. Instead of saying I want to have you, he said:
“You… you can have all of me…..”
If he gave himself completely, maybe he could keep even a small part of Inho. Even if what he offered was a pitiful, scrawny, useless body.
“I’ll give you everything….”
His voice, broken up by ragged breaths, sounded even more desperate.
