#113
Since they started living together, Hwi-kyung had gradually grown accustomed to Gyo-ha touching him. At first, he would jump in surprise when hands slipped between his clothes or when he was embraced from behind, but humans are creatures of adaptation, and over time, he became less startled by the frequent physical contact.
Gyo-ha was quite self-sufficient, making him an excellent roommate, but he had one drawback—he never hesitated to express affection. He would quietly approach Hwi-kyung while he was washing dishes, suddenly embrace him, and nibble on the nape of his neck. On top of that, despite having so many available rooms, he would persistently try to convince Hwi-kyung to sleep together.
Moreover, his physical affection remained at the same intensity whether Marcia was present or not. He wouldn’t leave bite marks since Hwi-kyung disliked being injured, but why he constantly wanted to bite… Hwi-kyung often wondered if he was living with a person or a dog that enjoyed nipping.
Pressing down with his body weight to express dissatisfaction, as he was doing now, was another form of physical contact Gyo-ha frequently employed. When Hwi-kyung didn’t listen to him or did something unhealthy, Gyo-ha would cling to him annoyingly like this.
The problem wasn’t just being pressed down, but what Gyo-ha would do while pinning him. He would touch him all over, undress him, or, like now, create a certain kind of atmosphere.
“Does it tickle when I touch your face? You keep closing your eyes.”
“It’s because you’re rubbing near my eyes.”
“Your eyelashes are so long. I want to keep touching them.”
“You already are touching them…”
At first, Hwi-kyung was busy pushing Gyo-ha away. Regardless of his feelings for Gyo-ha, Hwi-kyung was someone with a definite personal space who wasn’t used to people clinging to him and didn’t particularly enjoy physical contact with others.
But as time passed, Hwi-kyung found comfort in Gyo-ha’s casual intimacy. At least with Lee Gyo-ha, he didn’t need to remain tense.
Lying together with him, sleep came easily without overexerting himself, and he became less concerned about others’ gazes and judgments. When Gyo-ha stroked his face like this, even his heightened nerves relaxed languidly as if they had never been alert.
So the frequency of their bodies overlapping increased daily. The box of imported condoms they had purchased was long gone.
Though they didn’t do it every day, often using work as an excuse to exercise restraint, Hwi-kyung couldn’t understand why they ran out so quickly. He wouldn’t have been surprised if the condoms had grown legs and disappeared on their own.
“We used all the condoms last time.”
“I’ll just rub against your thigh.”
“…Just put it in.”
“Really?”
“……”
“You secretly like that kind of thing. Hard thrusting without a condom… Ouch.”
Hwi-kyung slapped Gyo-ha’s mouth with an audible smack when he said something embarrassing, and Gyo-ha chuckled softly. The laughter created a ticklish sensation against his palm.
When their bodies were pressed together like this, Hwi-kyung had no capacity for other thoughts. Pinned beneath Gyo-ha, who clung to him with unexpected kisses, Hwi-kyung idly stroked the leather sofa.
He recalled being scolded by Marcia recently after rolling around here. She had reprimanded them like children, telling them not to do it on the leather sofa… yet here they were again, doing this in the living room.
“Let’s not do it in the living room. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“That might be difficult right now.”
But Gyo-ha apparently wasn’t afraid of Marcia’s nagging. Already aroused, something heavy pressed against the upper part of Hwi-kyung’s thigh where their bodies met.
The sensation of rubbing against clothing was vivid. Pinned under Gyo-ha and unable to move, Hwi-kyung had his jawline and neck nibbled. Though the bites were so gentle they left no marks, they were all the more ticklish because of it.
Licking the gently bitten spots with his tongue was truly a wicked habit. Gyo-ha now had his head buried in Hwi-kyung’s flat chest, where there was nothing to suck.
Initially, Hwi-kyung wondered why he kept biting a man’s chest, but now his hips would reflexively twist whenever his areolas were stimulated. A subtle pleasure climbed up his spine, making his eyes flutter.
That was a more definite signal than an erection. That’s why Gyo-ha loved Hwi-kyung’s long eyelashes. He felt satisfied when the end of his arched eyebrows contorted helplessly. At least in those moments, it meant Hwi-kyung was focusing on this act.
When the sweatshirt he wore as pajamas was removed, Hwi-kyung’s bare skin was exposed. Due to their intense intimacy a few days ago, several distinct marks remained on his body.
“The bruise still hasn’t faded.”
“That’s your fault.”
“It’s your fault for having delicate skin. I held you gently.”
“Gently? That’s ridiculous—ah!”
Gyo-ha lightly pressed on the bruise near Hwi-kyung’s pelvis. Hwi-kyung bruised too easily due to his weak constitution. When Gyo-ha gripped his pelvis firmly to thrust deeper, handprint-shaped bruises would form like this.
Fortunately, the bruises didn’t hurt when pressed, but Gyo-ha’s touch inevitably became more careful. He treated Hwi-kyung like precious treasure to avoid hurting him, as he had no desire to cause pain for his own pleasure.
But no matter how hard he tried, some things were impossible. It was unrealistic for Hwi-kyung’s skin to suddenly become tougher, and it wasn’t easy for Gyo-ha to precisely control his strength while thrusting.
Moreover, Hwi-kyung responded better to slightly painful thrusts than gentle ones. At least in bed, he clearly got aroused when there was a hint of force and control.
The hand that had been stroking around the bruise now gripped the edge of his pants and pulled them halfway down. Having done this several times before, Hwi-kyung slightly raised his hips to make it easier for Gyo-ha to remove his clothes.
Beneath the underwear, his half-swollen dick leaked transparent fluid. Gyo-ha took it out and stroked it a couple of times before gently rubbing the tip with his thumbnail.
“Ah, keep… mmm…”
His skilled touch would stop just before climax, teasing by slowly stroking. Hwi-kyung fumbled to tap Gyo-ha’s hand that was wrapped around his dick. It was a signal not to stop but to continue touching.
Someone who had initially tensed up and couldn’t respond was now wrapping his calves around Gyo-ha’s waist—despite having lost his virginity not long ago. Gyo-ha found this incredibly arousing. Whenever he saw this previously static and calm person change because of him, an indescribable pleasure washed over him.
Even fellatio, which Hwi-kyung had so strongly disliked, he would now permit once or twice if asked twenty times. It was worth teaching him various naughty things while staying close by his side.
As he stroked up and down the dick while blocking the hole with his thumb, Hwi-kyung’s waist, which had been touching the sofa, slightly lifted. Instead of tormenting him further and risking getting hit, Gyo-ha scratched the urethral opening with his fingernail to provide stronger stimulation.
White fluid gushed from the blocked tip. The slightly raised waist weakened and sank back down. Having finally reached climax after being drawn out, Hwi-kyung breathed heavily.
A brief kiss followed. Through parted lips, a thick tongue invaded and intertwined, while Gyo-ha used his hand, now wet with semen, to feel Hwi-kyung’s buttocks.
Now Hwi-kyung could take in at least the tip without needing to soak his entrance thoroughly with lubricant. This was thanks to becoming less tense when the buttocks were spread and a dick pushed in.
However, to insert without a condom into a place that couldn’t self-lubricate, he needed to widen the entrance. Just because insertion had become easier didn’t mean the inside had expanded.
Gyo-ha patiently pushed his wet hand between the slightly parted buttocks. His long fingers with thick knuckles spread the entrance and pressed against the tightly clenching inner walls.
“Hah, ah, wait, it hurts…”
“That’s because you suddenly tightened up. You know how to relax by now.”
“I don’t exactly know—ah, really, ugh, yes…”
Pleasure gradually seeped into Hwi-kyung’s moans. Gyo-ha bent his finger joints to stir inside thoroughly, and when he felt it had opened up a bit, he pushed in another finger.
Squelching sounds filled the spacious living room. Whenever the fingertips dug deep and scratched a good spot, Hwi-kyung reflexively covered his face. Though pinned under Gyo-ha and unable to twist his position, he apparently didn’t want to show his pleasured expression.
“We agreed not to cover your face.”
“When, uh, when did I agree to that…”
“We promised a few days ago.”
“That’s because you kept, grabbing my hands and pulling them down.”
“I’m doing this position to see your face. It’s too unfair to me if you hide it.”
“What, ugh, ah!”
What unfairness is there in sex… Hwi-kyung couldn’t argue further. The hand that had been persistently stirring to widen him withdrew, and the tip of Gyo-ha’s dick pushed deeply into his entrance before it could close.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
