“Ah, hah! Ugh…..!”
Inho continued to thrust while facing Haon, ready to lay him down if he showed any sign of struggle. He focused all his senses on Haon’s expressions and breaths, intensifying his movements.
With each powerful thrust, Haon’s body trembled, drenched in sweat. The hot, thick flesh filling his intimate depths elicited moans with every movement. These beautiful sounds drove Inho to thrust even harder.
The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies, slick with release, echoed through the room, loud enough to be heard in the courtyard beyond the sliding door. Haon’s cries of pleasure could likely be heard even at the front gate.
“Ah, ugh, Inho…!”
Inho, with one hand braced behind him, thrust even harder, causing Haon’s body to collapse forward. Inho embraced Haon, their lips locked together, as he firmly gripped Haon’s soft buttocks.
Haon, his head buried in Inho’s shoulder, felt the intense, rhythmic sounds even more vividly. He clung to Inho, moaning and surrendering his body completely.
The pleasure coursing through Haon made him endlessly hard, and Inho was no different. Even after Haon climaxed multiple times, Inho relentlessly drove him to further heights of ecstasy.
Sweat dripped from their foreheads like rain onto the floor. Each time Haon reached his peak, Inho would take him into his mouth, reigniting his arousal. Haon, too, would eagerly pleasure Inho with his mouth and hands, making him rock hard again.
Their blanket had long been kicked aside, and they rolled naked on the bare floor, overwhelmed by their intense pleasure.
Haon, breathless and flushed, showed no sign of wanting to stop. The sight of Inho, glistening with sweat and other fluids, kept his eyes wide open with desire.
“Ah, yes! Ugh….”
Inho’s relentless thrusts made Haon’s leg twitch and lift into the air. His other leg was already draped over Inho’s shoulder.
Inho lifted the other leg onto his shoulder as well, licking Haon’s shin. The sight of Inho’s eager tongue on his skin made Haon clench tightly around him.
“Ah….”
Inho’s eyes fluttered open, gleaming with intense arousal. His dark pupils were on the verge of bursting with excitement.
Haon felt an immense satisfaction seeing Inho so undone. He wanted to drive him even wilder, to please him even more.
With a surge of strength, Haon pushed Inho’s shoulder, shifting their position. He sat up, mirroring the pose he had taken during his first attempt at penetration.
“Ugh.”
Now skilled at taking Inho in, Haon’s inner walls clung tightly to Inho’s shaft. Each time Haon moved, Inho’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes squeezing shut. His ragged breaths and trembling smile were intoxicating.
“Ah, Haon….”
As Haon began to gently move his hips, Inho’s brow furrowed. Inho’s cheeks flushed red as he gazed up at Haon, who was becoming increasingly bold. Haon’s movements were driving Inho to the brink of madness. At first, Haon moved awkwardly back and forth, but now he was rotating his hips, using his pelvis to stir Inho’s entire body. Inho’s mind was in a daze, as if submerged in boiling oil.
‘Do you like this? Inho, does it feel good?’ Haon’s eyes seemed to ask. There was no way Inho could not enjoy it; he felt like he could die happily, joined with Haon like this.
“Inho…” Haon murmured, cupping Inho’s face with both hands. He stopped rotating his hips and instead tightly clenched around Inho, looking deeply into his eyes.
“Yes, Haon?” Inho responded.
“Never again… I’ll never leave you alone again,” Haon promised, his voice laced with moans.
“Jin Seong-gu too… I’ll convince him,” Haon panted. “So don’t worry. Trust me, okay?”
Inho nodded, smiling, as tears mixed with sweat and dripped from the corners of his eyes.
“Only trust me…” Haon pleaded, holding Inho tightly, ensuring he couldn’t escape. With surprising strength, Haon embraced Inho, their bodies pressed firmly together.
Unable to resist, Inho released his hot seed inside Haon. They hadn’t used a condom, so he had been careful to finish outside until now.
“Ah….” Inho breathed heavily, burying his face in Haon’s shoulder. Haon kept his entrance tightly clenched, preventing any of Inho’s release from spilling out.
He wanted to keep Inho inside him forever. The feeling of Inho deep within him made his heart swell with joy.
Sensing Haon’s feelings, Inho wrapped his arms even tighter around him, holding him close.
“Thank you,” Inho whispered. This small, fragile body had comforted him so many times.
“Haon…” Inho said, overcome with emotion. He looked up to see Haon, mouth open, dozing off. Dawn was approaching, and it was natural for Haon to be exhausted.
Inho gently patted Haon, who had fallen asleep in his arms, and kissed his damp face and neck repeatedly.
After a while, Inho carefully got up and cleaned Haon, who had cried so much. He also cleaned the floor and laid out a new blanket. He moved gently to avoid waking Haon, but soon Haon’s eyelids fluttered.
“Sleep more. The sun hasn’t risen yet,” Inho whispered, and Haon drifted back to sleep.
Inho gently stroked Haon’s hair, trying to lull him back to sleep. Outside, the world was still dark, but the faint blue light of early dawn was beginning to creep in. In about an hour, the sun would rise.
“You should sleep too, Inho,” Haon murmured, his voice barely audible. Inho smiled, furrowing his brows, and closed his eyes. Haon turned to face him, their noses almost touching.
Haon tilted his head slightly, bumping his nose against Inho’s. Inho smiled and lifted his chin to brush his lips against Haon’s.
The soft sound of their laughter filled the air briefly before fading into the quiet of the early morning. The deep silence of dawn enveloped them, making the hard floor feel surprisingly comfortable. Somewhere in the distance, an unidentifiable sound stirred, bringing a silent smile to Haon’s face.
As Haon was about to drift off to sleep again, Inho called his name softly. Inho leaned in, his lips brushing gently against Haon’s cheek.
“Yes?” Haon responded, slowly opening his eyes to meet Inho’s gaze. Inho’s next words made Haon’s drowsiness fade slightly.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” Inho asked.
“Of course,” Haon replied, giving up on keeping his eyes open and instead holding Inho’s hand. Though his eyes were half-closed, he intertwined their fingers to show he was listening. He was ready to grant Inho any request.
“Call me ‘hyung,'” Inho said.
Haon’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected such a request. Inho smiled, pinching Haon’s soft cheek gently. He waited patiently, something he was used to doing, especially with Haon.
“I want to hear it,” Inho whispered, gently pinching Haon’s cheek again, waiting for a response.
“Inho…” Haon mumbled, pulling the blanket over his face before peeking out again. His heart, which had endured their intense lovemaking, now pounded fiercely in his chest. But Haon had learned that his heart was stronger than he thought, so he gathered his courage.
“Inho… hyung,” Haon finally said, his voice soft but clear. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, though Inho couldn’t see it in the dim light.
Fortunately, Haon’s heart did not burst. He looked at Inho, his face flushed and half-hidden under the blanket.
He worried that Inho might not have heard him, so he moved closer and called out again, “Inho hyung.”
When there was still no response, he tried once more, “Hyung?”
“Yes, Haon,” Inho finally replied, his voice low and warm. Haon’s face lit up with a smile, clutching his chest as his heart fluttered.
“Inho hyung…” Haon repeated, savoring the sound of the words.
“Yes, Haon,” Inho responded again, his voice gentle and reassuring. Hearing his name from Inho’s lips felt sweet and precious, like a gift bestowed upon a new life.
In many ways, Haon felt reborn through his relationship with Inho, over and over again.
“Haon,” Inho said softly.
Haon remained silent, pressing his damp cheek against Inho’s. The dawn light slowly filled the room, illuminating their shared space. Haon shook his head slightly, conveying that he was the grateful one.
“Thank you so much, and I love you,” Inho whispered, holding Haon close as the sun rose. He repeated his confession, feeling that words alone could never fully express the depth of his feelings.
“I love you, Haon.”
The love between them grew even stronger, a bond that words could barely contain. It was inevitable, given the depth of their connection.
