#116
Yoo Seong-woo lay on the bed, completely undressed. In his naked state, he looked up at Yeon Tae-soo. Yeon Tae-soo was forcing himself to smile. No, he seemed to be struggling to smile.
“My pretty one.”
Using a playful term of endearment for the first time in a while to lighten the mood, Yoo Seong-woo’s emotion recognition function couldn’t tell what Yeon Tae-soo was feeling.
‘Is he confused?’
He had independently reasoned and concluded that if a former lover proposed an act based on affection, one should be pleased. But it seemed his conclusion was wrong.
Yeon Tae-soo looked down at him, pausing for a moment. He looked somewhat pained. Yoo Seong-woo reached out from his lying position and cupped his cheek.
As soon as his hand touched Yeon Tae-soo’s face, Yeon Tae-soo stiffened. In the past, seeing this reaction would have made him feel sorry.
Their gazes remained entangled in the air for a long time. Yeon Tae-soo was the first to move. He pressed his body down, covering Yoo Seong-woo, and kissed him again.
Yeon Tae-soo’s now-erect dick prodded Yoo Seong-woo’s thigh. Yoo Seong-woo spread his legs and guided Yeon Tae-soo’s dick toward his entrance. The head roughly pushed into the still tight opening.
Having not had intercourse for months, his body was reluctant to open easily. Yeon Tae-soo, with just the tip inserted, breathed heavily. Yoo Seong-woo was also gasping for breath. A distant pain surged through him.
“…Seong-woo, wait a moment… I think I need to apply something.”
As Yeon Tae-soo tried to get up, Yoo Seong-woo held him back. There was no particular reason for this action. He simply judged that they shouldn’t separate. That was all.
He pulled at his arm and kissed him. He intertwined his tongue based on memory. He seduced Yeon Tae-soo as he had done before.
He moved his hips slightly, pushing the dick deeper into his tight insides. He could feel Yeon Tae-soo’s uneven dick forcefully pushing in.
Yoo Seong-woo thrust his hips upward from below. Pain registered in his tight lower region, but he continued to thrust upward.
Even without emotions, why was something rising from within him?
Something not recorded in his data flowed from his lower abdomen throughout his entire body. It was different from pleasure.
Even if he couldn’t identify what this was, it was clear that it wasn’t programmed or learned.
If so, he should treat this as an impurity or contamination, but he couldn’t.
He “disliked” doing that.
Yoo Seong-woo faced Yeon Tae-soo. His differently colored pupils looked down at him with a perplexed expression.
Pain.
Even without the two-letter word that his emotion recognition function had produced, Yeon Tae-soo’s face was clearly representing pain.
Yoo Seong-woo determined that he should comfort him. It was a rational decision since he was his lover and now the person who controlled his circumstances.
So he reached out again. When he cupped Yeon Tae-soo’s cheek, his face contorted. The next moment, Yoo Seong-woo felt a sudden wetness on his face.
Yeon Tae-soo was crying. With a distorted face.
It was a face imbued with pain, not the emotionless blank expression like before. Yoo Seong-woo had never seen such pure anguish.
Only then did Yoo Seong-woo realize how cruelly he was behaving toward him.
“Ah…”
As he unconsciously made a short sound, this time Yeon Tae-soo touched his face. Watching him wipe his cheek, wet with his own tears, Yoo Seong-woo felt his heart being gradually constricted by something.
Yeon Tae-soo slowly moved his hips. Yoo Seong-woo looked up at him as he moved while crying. The sensation that had momentarily stopped was raised again.
The feeling of the uneven dick scraping his inner walls was exactly as remembered. With only sensation rising without emotion, it felt like heat surging into an empty vessel. It felt like his body might shatter, but that sensation didn’t feel negative.
Yoo Seong-woo found his heated body unfamiliar. He couldn’t understand why it felt strange despite having mixed bodies with him countless times.
Each time Yeon Tae-soo moved his hips, it was as stimulating as if his insides were being scraped. His entire spine tingled with heat. He could distinctly feel the ridges of his dick against his inner walls. It was as if his inner walls were stretching to match those ridges.
Feeling the raw sensation of Yeon Tae-soo’s dick entering and leaving him, Yoo Seong-woo panted and moaned. Even though it felt like the sensation might overpower his body, his flesh instinctively wanted more of Yeon Tae-soo’s dick. He wished for him to enter deeper and ravage him.
It felt disconcerting that his body craved Yeon Tae-soo even without emotions. No, since he couldn’t feel emotions, he should have named it a mismatch error. The error caused by pleasure flickered like a flashing light.
Panting heavily, Yoo Seong-woo suddenly realized. The cause of this error, that is, the dissonance he felt throughout their coupling, lay in emotions. It was natural because all their acts had stemmed from affection.
Yeon Tae-soo was still crying. His wet face continued to look pained. The movement of his lower body, rapidly thrusting his hips, contrasted with his heartfelt expression. The sensation below quickly reached its limit.
Yeon Tae-soo’s body moving above him had lost a lot of weight but was still beautiful. Previously, his build had given an intimidating impression, but now he was like a sharp predator. The firm muscles that seemed perfectly fitted, the skeleton forming complete symmetry, and the numerous scars engraved on his body.
The surgical wound on his chest had not fully healed, so a medical pad was attached. Below that, above his navel, there was another scar still pink. It was where the minister had stabbed him.
Did he read the gaze scanning his body? Yeon Tae-soo’s hips suddenly quickened. The bed shook violently with each powerful thrust.
“Hng!”
Finally, with a short moan, he reached climax. His body that had reached its peak trembled. Looking down, his lower abdomen was soaked with semen.
“…Seong-woo.”
With a considerably broken voice, Yeon Tae-soo bent down. His dick, which had just ejaculated, was stimulated as it was pressed against hard abs.
“Ngh, haa…”
“I’m fine, Seong-woo.”
What did he mean by “fine” all of a sudden? The question was short-lived. He knew that Yoo Seong-woo wanted to comfort him. That’s why he was saying he was fine.
His visual function was a mess. Yeon Tae-soo’s face came into his teary, blurred vision. Though he had stopped crying, his cheeks were completely wet. Seeing his reddened eyes, Yoo Seong-woo suddenly felt a pain in his heart.
‘…What is this…?’
Still not completely recovered from the sensation of climax, he frowned with a completely distracted mind. What was this sudden pain?
“If you’re okay, then I’m completely okay too.”
Yeon Tae-soo, speaking with a face and voice full of traces of crying, didn’t look okay at all. The contradiction exhibited by humans was clearly imprinted on Yoo Seong-woo’s retina.
Suddenly, small golden heat haze-like ripples flickered around Yeon Tae-soo’s face. It was a phenomenon he had seen before, which remained in his memory. At that time, he had been filled with emotions, making rational judgment impossible, but now Yoo Seong-woo could classify this phenomenon as an error.
Yeon Tae-soo’s body covered him. He kissed him again. The two bodies, thoroughly wet with bodily fluids, rubbed against each other. A hot and bright sensation filled Yoo Seong-woo.
His mouth was filled with Yeon Tae-soo, and his lower part was tightly filled with the uneven dick to the point of bursting. His own dick, which had just ejaculated, was erect again and pressed against Yeon Tae-soo’s hard abs.
Though his emotions had disappeared, his habits during sex remained the same because his memories were intact. Yoo Seong-woo wrapped his arms around his neck and clung to him. He scratched Yeon Tae-soo’s back with his fingertips and thrust his hips upward from below.
Their lips parted, and their eyes met again. In his differently colored eyes, sadness, pain, and lust were mixed. Along with the feeling of being pounded below, pleasure surged again.
His bodily sensations reached their maximum. Warning messages about increased heart rate and body temperature appeared. And between them, he saw the golden heat haze. He saw Yeon Tae-soo’s face and the emotions he held.
Yoo Seong-woo felt his eyes becoming wet. Yeon Tae-soo smiled at him with a contorted face. Without saying anything, he could tell that Yeon Tae-soo was confessing to him.
The error shone distinctly.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
