#104
“Are you going to keep saying perverted things?”
“Or am I just good at it?”
“I told you you’re terribly bad at… Ah!”
Perhaps because his tension had eased, his body’s resistance also weakened. Taking advantage of the inner walls that had softened from tightly pushing against his dick, Kang Jihan suddenly entered. Though the inner walls contracted belatedly to push out the intruder, the fluid that the intruder was dripping made such resistance meaningless. Nam Seonwoo moaned at the pre-cum that endlessly flowed, wetting his buttocks and more.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t come.”
“Who doesn’t know tha—ngh…!”
When the dick that had been steadily entering suddenly hit a certain point, tears welled up. It felt like he would die from how full he was inside. As he took short breaths trying to get used to the foreign sensation in his stomach, Kang Jihan arbitrarily pulled his hand down.
“Look at this.”
The moment Nam Seonwoo realized what the protrusion on his stomach was, Kang Jihan subtly pressed on it. He couldn’t even scream. As pressure from both inside and outside made his vision blur, he heard Kang Jihan’s voice in his ear. It felt like he was saying, You can feel my exact shape.
While muttering “crazy bastard,” his trembling fingers traced his stomach skin as Kang Jihan guided them. Nam Seonwoo understood what Kang Jihan meant. Beneath this thin skin, he could vividly feel something alien writhing. Like it was alive.
“I think it could go up to here…”
Kang Jihan’s fingers caressed a bit higher than Nam Seonwoo’s hand. When Nam Seonwoo flinched at the gentle stroking just below his solar plexus, a faint laugh brushed against his cheek. It seemed like a joke, but it didn’t feel like one when it came from a medical student of all people.
Kang Jihan interlaced their fingers. Bringing their joined hands next to Nam Seonwoo’s face, he called his name. Nam Seonwoo looked up at Kang Jihan as if searching. No words were exchanged, but soon Nam Seonwoo nodded, and matching his cue, Kang Jihan began to move.
Just as when he entered, Kang Jihan moved extremely slowly when pulling out. While this allowed Nam Seonwoo to regulate his breathing, the sensation of the inner walls clinging to the dick and being pulled out with it was even more vivid. Moreover, it was too long. With something so long moving so slowly, a fear rose that everything inside his stomach might be pulled out. When he tightly squeezed their interlaced hands to signal him to go faster, Kang Jihan thrust upward in one motion.
“…!”
“Ugh…”
Kang Jihan tilted his chin up and let out a suppressed moan. Unable to look away from the face that was gritting its teeth and grimacing, Nam Seonwoo unconsciously tightened below. Kang Jihan dropped his head and his throat vibrated. Looking at the hazy eyes that reappeared, Nam Seonwoo was reminded of the black fog in the night sky. But the moment he felt their gazes clearly meet within that haziness, his field of vision shook upward.
“Hn, ahgh, ah…!”
The dick rapidly probed inside. Though his body momentarily stiffened, unaccustomed to the previously careful penetration now recklessly stirring his insides, his inner flesh had no choice but to helplessly spread open to the flesh that was roughly digging in.
“Wait, wait… slow, ly…!”
His voice didn’t seem to reach. Despite clearly meeting eyes, Kang Jihan moved his hips like a madman.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Kang Jihan abruptly pulled out his dick completely. Nam Seonwoo gasped and tensed, but before he could feel the emptiness, the dick was buried back in to his stomach. Kang Jihan repeated this action several times—pulling out completely and then penetrating from the glans again.
After experiencing the emptiness of a complete withdrawal followed immediately by pleasure several times, his toes began to curl in anticipation even when Kang Jihan pulled out. The swollen entrance from the continuous in-and-out naturally opened as if asking to be filled even when not holding the dick, and each time flesh mixed with flesh, it swallowed his dick with a wet sound.
“Seonwoo.”
“Ah, hng…, nh…!”
“Do you only feel it with your hole?”
When Nam Seonwoo tightened inside at the explicit word, Kang Jihan moaned. The clear smile mixed in was embarrassing, and Nam Seonwoo dug his nails into the back of their interlaced hands, almost scratching.
“You bas, tard…”
“Were you always like this?”
Nam Seonwoo glared at the persistent teasing. It was obvious where Kang Jihan was looking. Nam Seonwoo knew that his own dick had become erect again. When he didn’t answer out of pride, Kang Jihan thrust his dick in as if spanking him.
Feeling his teased inner walls welcoming and squeezing the dick, Nam Seonwoo’s neck and above turned bright red. Fearing Kang Jihan would pull out again without hesitation if he didn’t answer, Nam Seonwoo shouted:
“How would I, know… You’re, hng, my first!”
Whether it was the answer he wanted, Kang Jihan grinned. But as the dick slowly pulled out again, Nam Seonwoo quickly spoke:
“Stop, that… Hngh!”
A cry escaped as the veined dick slowly scraped a certain point on its way out. But there was no time to feel shame. Nam Seonwoo wrapped his legs around Kang Jihan’s waist. With his hands held by Kang Jihan, that was all he could move. Crossing his ankles behind his back and locking them tightly, he mumbled almost desperately:
“Don’t pull out…”
“…”
“…you bastard.”
At the vulgar word attached to the whining, the middle of Kang Jihan’s cheeks dimpled deeply. As if in response, Kang Jihan collapsed on top of Nam Seonwoo, their bodies overlapping. Though Nam Seonwoo fluttered at the weight pressing on his chest, Kang Jihan instead tightly embraced the body beneath him and moved his hips.
Continuing to thrust in that position, Nam Seonwoo’s struggling stopped. Satisfied moans escaped through his teeth at the pressure filling him inside and out, and as if responding, the hip movements accelerated. Though Nam Seonwoo’s body was pushed upward by the rough movements, the arms embracing his slender neck and the back of his head preciously cradled the crown of his head. The sound of Kang Jihan’s knuckles hitting the bed headboard mixed with the creaking.
“I said I wanted, to come together…”
“Ah… hah, ngh…!”
“Don’t, ugh, come first this time.”
Kang Jihan kissed Nam Seonwoo’s reddened eyes, cheeks, and the tip of his nose in turn. Unlike those ticklish touches, his dick was roughly buried between his widely spread legs. When the entire shaft sluggishly rubbed against the sensitive area that had only been stimulated by the tip before, Nam Seonwoo’s waist trembled greatly. Despite this, the thrusting didn’t stop, and his moans soon turned into panting.
Their lips overlapped. Though the passionately moving bodies caused their overlapped lips to repeatedly misalign, Kang Jihan continuously sought out his lips and stole his breath. As if pouring out words he hadn’t been able to say until now.
“Can’t, breathe…”
Nam Seonwoo desperately turned his head. Though it was the kiss he had longed for and desired, he truly felt like he couldn’t breathe now due to the dick still thrusting at the same pace. But Kang Jihan was persistent. He followed endlessly and kissed him even when he avoided, and it was useless to pound and scratch his back. Only after biting his tongue did Kang Jihan pull away, his distorted face showing dimples.
“Seonwoo.”
Kang Jihan called his name with their foreheads touching. The gaze looking down was so intense that Nam Seonwoo, barely catching his breath, looked back at Kang Jihan. Their breaths poured over each other’s faces and mixed. No words were exchanged. But in that moment, Nam Seonwoo realized something for the first time.
Even without kissing, like this…
I can feel the sensation of being loved.
Even without clinging to kisses anymore, just with this gaze, with the touch of hands cradling his head—he could feel that sentiment.
“Seonwoo…”
And just by being called by name.
The emotion Kang Jihan was pouring out filled everything around them. In the body embraced without gaps, in the heartbeat heard beyond, in the palm preciously holding his head, in the pillow placed under his waist, and in the air heavily heated by the warmth he was emitting. It was so vivid that it felt like it could be tangibly felt if he reached out anywhere. So, foolishly, his eyes grew hot.
Pleasure and fulfillment were similar yet different. If the former was like the sensation of falling from a distant cliff, the latter was like feeling it was okay to willingly fall from there. So Nam Seonwoo embraced the broad back covering him with all his might. As he clung with his arms and legs to the man expressing love with his entire body, Kang Jihan embraced his waist even more tightly in return.
The deeply buried dick writhed greatly inside. Simultaneously with the black eyes becoming clouded and distorted, something hot gushed into his stomach. Feeling Kang Jihan filling the cramped space, Nam Seonwoo also climaxed in his embrace.
Despite their shared climax, the arms binding each other didn’t separate at all. Rather, because Kang Jihan pulled him even closer, Nam Seonwoo caught his breath following Kang Jihan’s rhythm, pressed under the chest that rose and fell rapidly.
Kang Jihan was still inside. Perhaps because the semen he had ejaculated was stickily filling the spaces between the inner walls and dick, it felt like they had become one body.
‘…It’s warm.’
In his previous life, he would leave the bed as soon as the act was over. It wasn’t like that from the beginning. But as time passed, the bed that cooled rapidly seemed to say that everything shared on the bed was an illusion, making it impossible to lie there any longer.
Now it was different. The warm sensation embracing his back remained warm even after several minutes passed, and it felt like it would still be warm after days passed.
Nam Seonwoo stretched his body out on the bed with all his might. As his body completely relaxed, he felt the thick substance that had filled his stomach gradually flowing back. Feeling somewhat regretful, he tightened below, and Kang Jihan rumbled his throat and moved his hips slightly. The vibrating rumble resembled a cat, making Nam Seonwoo laugh. And at the same time, something hot flowed down his temple.
Kang Jihan captured his lips and gently released them. He quietly asked:
“Why are you crying?”
Nam Seonwoo didn’t answer. It was too difficult to put into words each of those overwhelming emotions he had just felt. So, caressing Kang Jihan’s reddened eyes, he asked back:
“And why are you crying?”
“I wonder.”
Kang Jihan mumbled with their lips touching.
“Because I’m happy?”
When the touching lips smiled, Nam Seonwoo raised the corners of his mouth to follow, and Kang Jihan lightly kissed him before lying on his side. The arm that had been cradling his head had already become Nam Seonwoo’s pillow.
Kang Jihan bent his arm, allowing Nam Seonwoo to rest the back of his head in the crook of his elbow. As Nam Seonwoo closed his eyes in the perfectly fitting comfortable position, fingers from behind gently stroked his hair.
“Back then.”
Opening his eyes at the voice, Nam Seonwoo found Kang Jihan carefully asking:
“Why did you say we should break up?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
