After a few more forceful thrusts, Seon spread his knees wide and settled his weight onto Jihan’s ass. Their faces were so close their noses nearly touched.
“But, hyung, did you know?”
………
“I haven’t even put it all in yet.”
Jihan’s eyes slowly widened.
A dark smile reflected in his terror-stricken pupils.
Jihan propped himself up on his elbows, trying to push his hips away. Seon, as if to say not a chance, grabbed his slender waist and lifted his lower body.
………
Seon’s hard pubic bone pressed against Jihan’s soft ass. Dark pubic hair clung to the smooth perineum. His heavy balls slapped against the wet area near his tailbone.
Jihan’s shoulders tensed. His whole body trembled, sweat pouring down him.
“Hyung, you need to open your lower lips, not your upper ones.”
“…Hah…”
Thrust.
Jihan gasped. His abdomen contracted, outlining the shape of the cock buried deep inside.
“Hngh… too… deep, ahh.”
“I know.”
“It’ll… tear me… nggh…”
“No, it won’t.”
“Nngh, liar…”
“Almost there. Relax… easy…”
“Ugh—!”
Seon focused, shifting his hips as he searched for another opening inside the hole. Deep within the long, narrow passage, he felt a soft, resistant wall. As he prodded it insistently, Jihan’s inner muscles quivered helplessly.
Jihan clutched his abdomen near his navel. He could clearly feel the glans moving inside him.
“Nngh, nggh, no…”
Push. The thick flesh forced its way another inch deeper. It felt like his organs were being shoved aside as the narrow inner hole stretched open.
“Nggh, nngh…”
With a glurk, the glans breached the curved hole of his sigmoid colon. Jihan’s eyes rolled back. A thick, desperate moan escaped his throat. Tears, saliva, and pre-cum spilled from him as his body convulsed like a fish out of water. Seon’s eyes gleamed strangely as he watched, his lips twisting.
“You took it.”
Jihan, drenched in misery, gazed weakly at Seon.
Seon thrust upward from below, digging into his depths. His abdomen bulged and receded repeatedly, and Jihan thrashed again, his slender frame trembling as he leaked something that was neither cum nor urine.
“Hngh, ah, hngh—!”
“One of my fellow scholars once drunkenly pissed in the street, then looked down at his cock and said, hah, that no well-fucked woman could take this. But…”
“Nngh—!”
“Hyung, you take it all so well.”
As Jihan’s body kept squirming upward, Seon folded his legs back and pinned him down with his whole body, pressing a hand to the back of his head to keep him from escaping.
“Hyung, I want to kiss you.”
“Hik, get… off…”
“I’ve never done this before. I want my first kiss to be with you.”
“No… hngh… hahng…”
A hot, wet tongue forced its way into his heated mouth.
His cock was thick, and so was his tongue. It slithered around the base of his tongue, folded in half to tease playfully, then slickly entwined again. It was dazzling. First kiss, my ass. Jihan was too busy choking down the saliva flooding his throat to think straight.
“Hah, it’s… sweet…”
“Hngh, hah, nngh…”
“What should I do, hyung? It feels too good… Do you like it too? Does my cock taste good?”
Seon swallowed a ragged breath, pressing their foreheads together as he slowly pulled out. Then—thud—he rammed back into the gaping, breathing inner walls.
“Hahk! Nggh!”
The long, thick cock invaded all the way to his sigmoid colon. If he kept stirring there, Jihan would truly lose his mind. With glazed eyes, Jihan writhed his hips, twisting his pelvis. Seon stared intently at his flushed face and thrust deeper than ever before.
………
Jihan convulsed. Seon lifted his hips and—thud—slammed back in.
“Haaah—!”
Jihan’s mouth fell open. Seon lapped at his trembling lips and wedged his cock into that deepest, most sensitive spot. Jihan twitched violently. His sigmoid colon clenched around the swollen glans.
“Can I cum inside you?”
“…No, no, don’t…”
Jihan shook his head desperately, clinging to Seon. Seon kissed his tear-streaked temples and came deep inside him with a thick, long pulse. Jihan’s lower abdomen swelled, a strange throbbing near his navel making his own cock jerk and spill clear fluid.
Seon looked down at him, almost disbelieving, as if this sight were too precious to be real.
“It’s like a dream.”
He pressed his fingertips against Jihan’s abdomen. He could feel the hard glans through the flesh, nestled in the deep, soft folds. His long, strong arms wrapped around Jihan’s back, pulling him close. The forbidden pleasure reached its peak, twisting into something even more depraved. Behind the eight-panel screen adorned with elegant calligraphy and vivid plum blossoms…
***
Seon’s wedding was set for late spring. Thanks to his placement as the top scholar, he had secured a government position at just twenty years old and was about to begin his official duties.
The sarangchae was originally a place for the men of the household to reside.
Seon, who had lived alone in the isolated annex since first entering the household, had recently moved into the small pavilion where Jihan stayed, at Grand Secretary Choi’s suggestion. The small pavilion had plenty of extra rooms—a guest room, study, and kitchen—so he had readily agreed.
“Oh dear, have the two young masters finally warmed up to each other?”
It was true, in a sense. The problem was that their warmth came from lust, not affection.
The other servants might not have noticed, but Maki knew. After the servants finished their evening duties and returned to their quarters, the lantern in Seon’s room would go out, and the paper door would quietly slide open.
Then, the shadows of two men would sway against the paper of Jihan’s door for a long time, their hushed voices—deliberately lowered as if arguing—drifted out. And then, at some point, the candle would suddenly snuff out, followed by faint, cat-like sounds leaking into the night.
Only when the world grew faintly bright with dawn would Seon emerge, as immaculate as ever, calmly stepping over the threshold.
“They’ve got their eyes on each other, all right.”
Sarangchae (사랑채) – A traditional residential building for male family members (mentioned in context of the Choi estate’s layout).
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
