“Ah…”
Only then did he realize his lack of consideration. Cursing himself inwardly, he slipped an arm around Heesoo’s waist and gently lifted him.
He’d noticed it while washing him earlier, too. The scrapes covering Heesoo’s back from rolling around on the ground looked painfully raw. They weren’t serious wounds, but if they kept rubbing against a hard floor while having sex, it was obvious they’d eventually split open and bleed.
“…The bed… mm… let’s go…”
Like a spoiled child seeking comfort, Heesoo rubbed his head against the man’s shoulder.
Without another word, he gathered Heesoo into his arms.
He lifted him without withdrawing, his cock still buried inside. The sudden movement stirred everything deep within him. With Heesoo’s full weight now resting on him, the penetration became even deeper than before.
A soft moan escaped Heesoo as the cock filling him pierced even farther inside. Panicking, he quickly wrapped both arms around the man and clung to him. Those low, delicate sounds brushed warmly against his ear.
The chest pressed against Heesoo rose and fell heavily.
There was no chance he’d ever drop him, yet Heesoo still fidgeted anxiously in his embrace. Completely unaware of how irresistibly arousing that was.
“Hyung.”
He’d intended to head straight for the bedroom.
Instead, he adjusted the way he was holding Heesoo. His legs spread apart as he remained impaled on the man’s cock, Heesoo blushed furiously, unsure what to do.
“C-can you… take it out first before we…”
“You’re right. I should pull one out before we go.”
“…What?”
He flashed the flustered Heesoo a broad grin. Then, still carrying him, he thrust his hips upward.
It wasn’t even a particularly large movement. But with Heesoo’s full weight bearing down, his cock drove heavily into the deepest part of him. The inescapable contact was overwhelmingly intense.
Heesoo let out a cry that sounded almost like a scream as he clung desperately to him. His narrow passage squeezed tightly around the cock filling him, while at the same time Heesoo’s hot breaths brushed against his shoulder and neck, driving him even closer to losing control.
“No, I meant… the bed… let’s go to the bed…”
Flustered, Heesoo slapped his back.
The blows gradually lost their strength, becoming clutching hands instead until he was pressed tightly against him.
After a brief moment’s thought, he decided to grant Heesoo’s wish and started walking. Heesoo clearly wasn’t used to this position, though the way he reacted to it was undeniably enticing.
Still, there would be plenty of chances to do this while carrying him in the future. There was no reason to make their first time go against what Heesoo wanted.
Gentle. Kind.
Those were words he’d have to keep reminding himself of today. Though…He completely ignored the part about pulling out first.
Even while supporting all of Heesoo’s weight, walking wasn’t difficult. His steps were steady, but naturally there was no way to avoid all movement. Each slight rise and fall of their bodies drove the cock buried deep inside into even deeper places.
It wasn’t the same as actually thrusting…Yet for a body already overwhelmed by unfamiliar stimulation, it was more than enough to make Heesoo moan.
He’d always thought having such a spacious house was wonderful. Now it felt like its greatest flaw. Because they’d used the bathroom closest to the entrance, the bedroom suddenly seemed unbearably far away.
“Ugh… ngh… ah…”
“It feels good, hyung?”
“…Mm…”
Murmuring something that could have meant either yes or no, Heesoo buried his face against those broad shoulders, shaking his head while clinging tightly to him.
The warmth of the man’s body soothed him, drawing another pleased sigh from his lips.
The air conditioner had left the room pleasantly cool, but against Heesoo’s overheated body, it felt a little cold.
Even considering everything Heesoo had been through today, the way he kept answering in slurred murmurs, leaning into him, rubbing against him…
He seemed astonishingly clingy compared to usual. There was no need to ask who had made Heesoo react like this during sex.
Not that it’s a bad thing.
He genuinely thought so.
It was a strange feeling. But there was no reason to be jealous over every little thing. Kim Taeyoung was already dead. If anyone deserved to feel wronged, it was probably the dead man. After all, Heesoo acting this adorably was only to his advantage. There was nothing to dislike about it.
Satisfied, he kissed Heesoo’s forehead before carrying him into the bedroom.
Climbing onto the large bed, he gently laid Heesoo down without breaking their connection. As soon as he settled him onto the mattress, his cock shifted inside again, drawing another low moan from Heesoo.
“Haa…”
“Hyung… does it feel good?”
He whispered with a smile.
Heesoo immediately flushed all the way to his ears again. His gentle, well-mannered eyes twisted with embarrassment while his skin—soft and pale as milk—turned a vivid crimson.
He was so beautiful. Taking hold of Heesoo’s pale legs and spreading them apart, he found himself thinking he wanted every bruise on that body replaced with marks of his own.
Once he adjusted their position properly, Heesoo’s body instinctively clenched around him. Almost as if urging him to move.
Instead of thrusting immediately, he wrapped a hand around Heesoo’s cock and stroked him lightly.
Heesoo had already been on edge for some time. The forced pleasure made him twist helplessly. Bit by bit, that relentless pleasure eroded what remained of his reason.
Slowly kneading Heesoo’s thigh, he looked into his eyes. Heesoo blinked back at him with tear-filled eyes.
“Hyung… can I move now?”
“…Don’t ask.”
His entire face burned scarlet, as though the question itself was unbearably embarrassing.
The man smiled shyly with the most innocent expression he could manage—Though, realistically, only someone like Lee Heesoo would ever believe it.
“But if you don’t tell me, hyung… I won’t know.”
His voice was low and gentle. Even to his own ears, it sounded surprisingly sincere.
Half of it genuinely was. Anyone looking at Heesoo now could tell he desperately wanted another man. He’d even received his unspoken permission back in the bathroom.
Even so…Somewhere in Heesoo’s heart, hesitation undoubtedly remained. And if that hesitation continued growing, perhaps one day Heesoo would come to regret this very moment.
Rather than glossing over it awkwardly, it would be better to engrave this into his memory. To erase whatever hesitation remained toward a man who was already dead.
You chose this. You wanted this. You wanted another man inside you.
He wanted Heesoo to remember that clearly.
“Tell me, hyung.”
Heesoo couldn’t answer right away. Blinking anxiously, he hesitated. But only for a moment.
“…L-let’s do it…”
The instant the words left his lips, Heesoo squeezed his eyes shut.
He could have pressed him further. But this much was enough. Truthfully… He wasn’t in any condition to keep teasing him. He had his own urgent problem below the waist.
“Okay.”
His reply was gentle enough. His actions were anything but. Holding beneath Heesoo’s knees and spreading his legs wider, he pulled back before driving his hips sharply forward.
Heesoo couldn’t even cry out. Throwing back his long, graceful neck, every inch of his body openly revealed its pleasure.
The moment he saw that…Even the thought that he ought to restrain himself vanished.
Heesoo’s body was so tight it seemed molded perfectly around his cock alone, clinging stubbornly to every inch.
This wasn’t a situation where he should be moving recklessly. But once he’d managed to open him…That was enough. Keeping himself buried deep inside, he rolled his hips, pounding into the deepest part of him.
“Ah… ahh… ah…!”
Something impossibly thick and scorching seemed to crush not only Heesoo’s inner walls but his thoughts as well.
He’d always been sensitive to sexual stimulation. And despite that, he’d abstained for far too long. Pleasure he hadn’t experienced in ages was more than enough to leave him completely undone. When his hips lifted instinctively in response, a low chuckle drifted down from above.
“Does it feel good, hyung?”
The teasing voice made his already flushed face grow even redder. But pleasure used even his embarrassment as fuel, burning hotter and hotter. The sensation that had begun below spread throughout his entire body.
Just a little…Anywhere…He wanted to be touched.
Then the man leaned down.
As his large body descended—large enough to completely envelop Heesoo—his weight naturally pressed them even deeper together. Taking hold of the hands clutching helplessly at the bedsheets, he guided Heesoo’s arms around his neck instead.
Embracing him tightly, Heesoo surrendered instinctively to every wave of pleasure. Reason had completely evaporated. He didn’t even have the presence of mind to worry that he might leave scratches on the man’s body.
Each time his nails raked across his back…The man smiled as though receiving affectionate caresses.
“Mm! Ah!”
“Hyung.”
His low whisper brushed against Heesoo’s ear. A warm, damp tongue slowly traced along the edge of it.
“N-no… ah… ngh… w-wait…”
Even though the overwhelming pleasure frightened him enough to protest, the man who usually listened so well ignored every plea. Keeping himself buried as deeply inside Heesoo as he could go, he slowly rolled his hips in lazy circles while moving from his ear to his neck, sucking gentle kisses against his skin.
Kiss. Kiss.
His lips lingered against Heesoo’s soft flesh as one arm circled his waist.
The moment he sucked hard enough on the tender skin of Heesoo’s neck to leave a mark…An impossible surge of pleasure tightened low in his abdomen.
Their bodies pressed tightly together. Each time the cock inside him shifted while his own erection rubbed helplessly against the man’s hard stomach…
A scream burst from Heesoo’s lips.
“Ah! Ahh! Ah…!”
“You’re adorable, hyung.”
The low laugh tickled his ears. He couldn’t hold back any longer. As the cock filling him pressed relentlessly against every sensitive place inside…Exactly as he’d been desperately wishing for all this time…His cock finally erupted.
“Ah… ah…!”
The climax went on and on. Longer than any he’d ever experienced.
More intense. More abundant.
As though rewarding every moment of frustration he’d endured, pleasure exploded through him so violently that his vision turned pure white.
Almost delirious, Heesoo instinctively rubbed his climaxing cock against the man while twisting his hips. His strength left him completely. He didn’t even notice the arms around the man’s neck slipping limply away.
“…Hah.”
The man holding him released a low sigh. His breath was scorching hot.
Even through the haze clouding Heesoo’s vision from overwhelming pleasure, he could see him frown. The broad chest wrapped around him expanded heavily before settling once more.
Then…He slowly withdrew the cock that had been buried inside him.
“…Why?”
Still dazed, Heesoo asked. As always, the man smiled with gentle composure.
“I told you I’d help you, hyung.”
“And you…?”
“I’ll take care of myself.”
Their eyes met. Within those deep black eyes was unmistakable confidence.
Confidence in his own victory. His own success. Even someone as oblivious as Lee Heesoo could read it.
Yet despite recognizing it perfectly…Heesoo reached toward him anyway, as naturally as iron drawn to a magnet.
Wrapping trembling arms around the man’s sturdy neck, he leaned in and kissed him.
“Y-you can… keep going…”
“For how long?”
“…What?”
The unexpectedly specific question made Heesoo blink in confusion. The man slowly leaned closer, kissing his fluttering eyelids and the tear-filled corners of his eyes one by one.
“For how long?”
He asked again.This time, he gently bit Heesoo’s earlobe.
Shivering, Heesoo placed a hand against the man’s chest.
If he pushed…The man would probably let himself be pushed away without complaint. They’d never touched each other like this before. But Heesoo had leaned against that chest countless times. This was the man who had helped him so much despite meeting him through nothing more than a random chat app. He simply couldn’t bring himself to push him away.
It wasn’t just guilt. Or obligation. He just…didn’t want to.
“…Whatever you want.”
“You always tell me to do whatever I want.”
He laughed teasingly. Heesoo’s eyes shifted uncertainly.
“…Do whatever you want… as much as you want.”
The moment the words left his lips, his body tilted backward. Still hard as ever, the man’s cock immediately thrust back inside him.
“Ah!”
“I guess I’ll have to teach you just how dangerous it is to tell me I can do whatever I want, hyung.”
Despite the playful tone of his voice, there was no mercy in his movements. He spread Heesoo’s legs farther apart, then lifted one ankle onto his own shoulder. With nowhere left to escape, the loud slap of flesh echoed through the room as he drove into the space between Heesoo’s open legs.
His lower body lifted helplessly from the force. He could clearly see that impossibly large cock disappearing inside him.
It was almost unbelievable that his body could actually accept something that size. Yet every time it rubbed against his deepest places…unmistakable moans spilled from his lips.
“Ah… ngh… ah… mm…”
“It feels good? Hmm?”
The man kept asking.
Like someone entranced, Heesoo nodded again and again. The pain he’d felt when first entering him had long since been swept away by an overwhelming tide of pleasure, leaving no trace behind.
The man’s movements gradually quickened. As his large hand wrapped around Heesoo’s cock and began stroking him again, the pleasure only continued to grow without limit.
“N-no… don’t… ah… ahh!”
“It’s okay. Mm?”
