Chapter 89
His hand, gripping the other’s thigh, trembled. It was Si-yul’s hand. Hyun-se, on whom Si-yul was perched, remained still, sitting on the bed as if it were a chair. Occasionally, he would stroke Si-yul’s side, playfully pinch a nipple caught between his fingers, leave a light kiss on his nape, and then engulf his small ear in his mouth.
“H-huk…”
Hyun-se was shirtless, his trousers only partially undone. Si-yul, his back against Hyun-se’s chest, was the one writhing and moving. He gripped Hyun-se’s thigh like an armrest, swaying slightly. A tiny movement upwards, then down, and the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh, *chlap chlap*, echoed.
Unlike the fully clothed Hyun-se, Si-yul wore only underwear. One side of his black briefs had ridden up to his groin. One cheek of his rounded buttocks was exposed, white against the dark fabric. Every time he rubbed against the other’s thigh, his inner flesh contracted, dimpling his buttocks; his pink skin was slick with love fluid.
“Ah, euk.”
Si-yul’s brow furrowed briefly. He’d gone in too deep. He tried to quickly rise, his thighs trembling, but his hips were caught, and he fell back down with a thud. The shaft, protruding about two knuckles, was completely buried within.
His eyes, cast downward, squeezed shut. His toes, barely touching the floor, curled upwards. Si-yul trembled, perched on Hyun-se’s thigh, his feet lifted from the ground. The sensation surging up his spine was clearly an orgasm.
He tried to endure it, his toes curling until his feet were white, but Hyun-se pinched his nipple between his thumb and forefinger, crushing it like a raspberry, making it impossible to hold back.
Si-yul gasped. His head fell back. Hyun-se’s tongue invaded his parted lips. He twisted his shoulders, his breath caught. A spurt of semen erupted from the tip of his dick, trapped within his briefs. His reddened buttocks, the space between his thighs, and now even his underwear were soaked.
He slumped against Hyun-se, his face and upper body slick with sweat. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes narrowed sleepily. His insides still twitched. Every time Hyun-se’s membrane chewed on the flesh inside him, the lingering sensation churned his stomach.
He wanted to fall asleep like this, but Hyun-se grabbed his waist and lifted him. The flesh that had filled him was suddenly withdrawn. The rough stroke as it came out caused a drop of liquid to leak from the tip of his now flaccid dick. Si-yul winced, a soft “hk” escaping his lips, but Hyun-se’s hand, pulling him back onto his thigh, this time grabbed his underwear.
“Take it off.”
He kissed Si-yul’s neck, his fingers hooking the underwear and slowly pulling it down. As the underwear pooled around his knees, his legs obediently closed, Hyun-se roughly grabbed his buttocks, lifting him and pressing the tip of his dick against his quivering entrance. He rubbed the swollen opening with the head, then slipped inside, holding Si-yul’s waist as he tried to squirm away.
“H-huk!”
Even relaxed, it was difficult to swallow the entire shaft at once. It plunged deep inside, the rough pubic hair tickling his skin. Tears welled up in Si-yul’s wide eyes. His lower lip and chin trembled pitifully.
The underwear prevented him from spreading his legs or escaping. He swayed as Hyun-se held and moved him. When the throbbing shaft forced its way through the narrow passage, when the fist-like head pierced a part of his inner flesh, when he thought his testicles were empty, they filled again with semen.
Si-yul’s dick was already swelling and dripping. Before, his underwear had hidden it, but now it was exposed to the light. Every time the shaft disappeared between his buttocks, every time the sound of a rubber boot splashing through a puddle echoed, liquid seeped from the tip of his pink flesh, trailing down like spiderwebs.
“Ha, eu, euu… Ung! Huk!”
The underwear, bunched around his knees, slid down to his ankles. A sharp thrust made Si-yul buck, and the underwear, like a rope around his ankles, slipped off one foot and wrapped around the other. His thighs were now free, but escape was impossible. Si-yul curled his fingers, scratching Hyun-se’s thigh with his nails. It was only the thick fabric of his trousers, though.
“Hyung, aeu, ah, ha… Ah!”
“Don’t hold back your sounds.”
He bit Hyun-se’s wrist, only to be caught. Hyun-se clicked his tongue and lifted Si-yul’s leg by the hamstring. He firmly secured Si-yul’s leg below the knee, lifting him and then slamming him down.
Si-yul gasped. He was completely immobile, folded in half in Hyun-se’s arms, pounded like a pestle in a mortar. Though he was the one being moved like a ball in someone else’s hands, the impact felt like being hit by a pestle. His face, neck, shoulders, and chest were crimson. His feet were tense, the veins on his insteps bulging.
“Ah-hk!”
The engorged dick pressed against the curve of his body. His upper abdomen bulged. His vision swam, and the tip of the shaft, which he thought was empty, throbbed. He felt like he would break, twisting his waist to escape, but Hyun-se’s grip only tightened. His reflection, starkly naked, was visible in the mirror in front of him.
Hyun-se only looked at Si-yul. The muscles and veins in his strong forearm, wrapped around Si-yul’s thigh, were prominent, and a vein pulsed on his forehead. As if noticing Si-yul’s gaze, Hyun-se tightened his grip, lifting and slamming Si-yul’s body down.
His thigh hit his stomach. His stomach was crushed with every movement. The liquid and alcohol he’d consumed swirled inside. Si-yul frantically lifted himself, looking at Hyun-se.
He shook his head violently. Tears streamed down his face. It was clearly urination. He didn’t know if the liquid filling his dick was semen or urine. Regardless, he felt like he was about to release a large amount, and he pleaded with his eyes and mouth.
“St-stop, please. I think I’m going to cum. Loosen this… Please!”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I don’t want to, Hyung, aeu, h-hu… Euk, Hyun-se!”
A curse formed on his lips. Si-yul didn’t hold back, spitting out a curse word. Hyun-se, instead of stopping, seemed to enjoy the curse, smiling as he spread Si-yul’s legs wide. He positioned Si-yul so his completely naked body was clearly visible in the mirror, and then he began to move again.
“Ah, shit… I really don’t want this…!”
He couldn’t speak anymore. Only broken moans escaped his lips. The shaft that was ravaging his insides withdrew, then plunged back in. More accurately, Si-yul, lifted high, collapsed downwards.
He didn’t realize how much his own weight added to the impact as the head hit a small, almost insignificant spot inside him—his cervix. It lightly brushed against it, then pressed down firmly.
Si-yul’s upper body collapsed forward. His vision shifted between black, white, and red. His thin, flat stomach caved in, then trembled. Waves of tremors rippled through his thigh flesh, buttocks, arms, fingers, and feet. Si-yul couldn’t make a sound. A thrill shot from his scalp to his toes, as if his whole body was burning.
“Hiik…”
As soon as he managed to open his mouth, a long stream of liquid erupted from below, as if waiting for the moment. It wasn’t semen or urine.
It seemed he’d been holding it for a long time. The clear stream arced upwards, then trickled down the rug as Hyun-se gently grasped the shaft and rubbed the head. Love fluid gushed from the hole holding his dick, soaking Hyun-se’s thigh and pooling on the sheet.
His inner flesh contracted, squeezing the shaft inside as if to crush it. It relaxed, then tried to burst again, catching him off guard. Hyun-se couldn’t withstand the pressure and fiercely embraced Si-yul’s back.
He was buried inside, filled with semen. He thrust slowly, persistently targeting the spot where Si-yul had screamed. Every time, Si-yul trembled violently in his arms.
Drops of water fell onto the wet rug. Si-yul occasionally trembled like a startled animal, panting. His head hung low, weighed down by shame. His ears, neck, shoulders, and shoulder blades were dyed crimson.
He had no strength to move a finger, not even to lift his eyelids. He wanted to fall asleep, to faint. But he couldn’t.
Si-yul struggled to lift his drooping eyelids, collapsing into Hyun-se’s embrace. With his weak hands, he groped for Hyun-se’s thigh, slowly turning his head. Hiding his resentment, he rubbed his cheek against Hyun-se’s nose and cheekbone, searching for his lips.
He couldn’t afford to waste even a moment. He had to touch, to imprint, to hold him one more time. Si-yul, soothing his weary body, willingly kissed Hyun-se, twisting his upper body and stretching out his arms to embrace him.
