#125
Does the other person know how frightening it is to feel a sense of fulfillment that can only be experienced with that one person? Tae-rim, as if whining, added more weight and pushed his dick in deeper. As the sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out sharply, Ha-min’s toes curled upwards, trembling.
“Ahh…!”
Ha-min panted with his head thrown back, feeling the sensation of orgasm throughout his body. His eyelashes trembled, looking almost pitiful. Tae-rim kissed various parts of Ha-min’s face, comforting him as he hadn’t fully recovered from his orgasm, and began moving his lower body again.
Tae-rim felt that even if he held Ha-min all night, this thirst might not disappear. He didn’t want to separate, and wanting to endlessly leave his mark deep inside Ha-min where no one else could reach, Tae-rim lowered Ha-min’s legs, spread them apart, and deeply inserted his dick again. He could feel his own semen that he had released inside. A chilling satisfaction washed over him, along with a burning thirst.
“Ugh…”
Tae-rim bit back a sound and didn’t stop moving his hips. He wanted his semen to overflow inside. He wanted to fill that deep place with his traces. Tae-rim thrust his hips as if revealing his wild desire. Ha-min begged him to stop due to the stimulation coming right after ejaculation, but Tae-rim found even that arousing, grabbing Ha-min’s chest and voyeuristically observing Ha-min’s face dazed with pleasure.
Breathing heavily, he etched clearly into his vision Ha-min shaking beneath him. Now he was his. This lewd body, this obscene dick, even this hole that no one else had touched, it was all his. It had been his from the beginning. It was a body allowed only to him, a person allowed only to him. Tae-rim, revealing his barbaric possessiveness without filter, held and made love to Ha-min all night. As the night deepened, only Ha-min was in agony.
**
Ha-min’s eyes suddenly opened, and he woke up. As if waking from a dream, Ha-min blinked his clear eyes. The fact that he had woken up without even realizing he had fallen asleep was somewhat bewildering. Moreover, he felt an embrace so tight it was suffocating. Thick, firm arms. Ha-min finally felt a sense of reality from the arms embracing him from behind. Right, we slept together. Again, we slept, but… this time was different.
Realizing that last night’s memories weren’t a dream, Ha-min hesitated to get up and carefully stroked the arm holding him. Though both the memories and sensations were vivid, it kept feeling like a dream, making him feel strangely emotional. It had been so intense that he had fainted at one point, and later his bottom had even started to hurt, but it was good. Simply saying it was good wasn’t enough.
He felt as if he was floating, his mind hazy, and the overwhelming emotions kept welling up, making his nose tingle. It was so good it was almost sad. It was ecstatically dreamlike. It wasn’t just the sex, but each of his gestures, glances, and words were focused solely on him, and he could feel it vividly from head to toe. Because he could feel with his entire body that he truly wanted him.
“Are you awake?”
Perhaps due to the slight movement, his gentle voice was heard from behind. Ha-min was startled and tried to remove his hand that had been stroking the arm, but as if he had known all along, Tae-rim firmly grasped Ha-min’s hand and held him even tighter.
“It’s nice.”
He kissed Ha-min’s bare shoulder with a soft smack.
“Waking up together.”
With these sweet words, his lips moved in order from the shoulder to the nape of the neck, and then to the ear.
“Right?”
His voice, rough from sleep, sought Ha-min’s agreement. Even a small word like this felt erotic, making the tips of Ha-min’s ears turn red. In that state, he just nodded slightly. At that, with a faint laugh, Tae-rim embraced him even more deeply, and feeling the hard sensation near his buttocks, Ha-min was startled and unconsciously turned to look at him with wide eyes. As the throbbing hardness brushed against the cleft of his buttocks, his body trembled as if remembering last night.
“What should we do? Your boyfriend is too healthy.”
He whispered softly to Ha-min, who was shrinking away. Moreover, the casual use of the word “boyfriend” made Ha-min’s face quickly heat up with embarrassment. As Ha-min tried to bury his face in the pillow again as if to hide, every movement caused the throbbing thing to rub against his buttocks. Despite saying he was sorry, he showed no intention of moving away. Even as it dug into the cleft of his buttocks, he absolutely refused to let go of his embracing arms. Ha-min felt like he was the only one suffering, becoming increasingly sensitive to the point where just hearing his breathing seemed to make his body react.
“Last night was so good.”
He was too natural. Unlike Ha-min, who still felt unreal, he acted naturally like a lover, touching various parts of his skin like a child who didn’t want to let go.
“…Me too…”
Ha-min felt the same way. It wasn’t just talking about the bedroom. It just felt like yesterday was something he would never forget. That kind of feeling, like it would have been good even if it were a dream.
“How’s your body?”
“It’s fine.”
“Rest well today. It’s the weekend anyway.”
He spoke gently while stroking Ha-min’s messy hair. At that moment, Ha-min, realizing something, let out a small sigh. At the mention of the weekend, he suddenly remembered and sat up abruptly. As soon as he sat up, the aftermath of last night’s excesses hit him.
“Ugh.”
A pain like his bones were splitting apart washed over him, and a groan immediately escaped.
“Lie down a bit more. You shouldn’t move yet.”
“Ah… but I had an appointment today, I forgot…”
“An appointment?”
At the slightly questioning gaze, as if interrogating who he had an appointment with early in the morning, Ha-min answered as if making an excuse while holding his waist.
“I was supposed to go to my mom’s… We were going to organize the moving boxes.”
“Ah… your family home.”
Tae-rim nodded, finally understanding.
“But I think you need to lie down and rest a bit today.”
“I’m fine, really…”
“Still.”
“But I promised to go this week… It’s moving day next week too… There’s no time if not today.”
At the mention of the weekend, he immediately remembered his mother’s call. Since it was about organizing moving boxes, he couldn’t not go, so despite Tae-rim’s dissuasion, Ha-min got out of bed. But as soon as he stood up, his legs trembled and he staggered, about to fall, when Tae-rim caught him from behind as if he had expected this, letting out a short sigh.
“Then let’s go together.”
“Huh?”
“How were you planning to manage alone in this state?”
Ha-min, who hadn’t realized it would be this bad, couldn’t bring himself to say he was fine. But it seemed too much of an imposition to bring his hyung along to what was essentially just work, so he couldn’t easily answer. But as if knowing how he felt, Tae-rim covered Ha-min’s naked body with a blanket and continued speaking.
“And I want to be with you today.”
It was a statement he absolutely couldn’t refuse.
**
Only after having the late lunch that he had prepared for him could they finally leave. After soaking his body in the hot bathtub water, his body felt much better. Feeling a bit lighter, he headed to his family home with him, and throughout the journey, he wouldn’t let go of his hand. To avoid interfering with driving, he drove very slowly, heading towards the family home as if on a leisurely drive.
Their joined hands felt as sticky as yesterday’s kisses, making his palm sweaty. His insides felt ticklish, and the lingering tension made his throat dry. Although their conversation during the trip was normal, Ha-min felt like he was dreaming, his mind floating, unable to fully grasp yesterday’s events or today’s reality.
While he was in this daze, they had already arrived, and the neighborhood where he used to live with his hyung seemed more desolate than just a few months ago. It seemed many houses had already moved out, making the shabby alleys even quieter.
“Where’s your mother?”
As they entered the house, it was quiet as if no one was home. He looked around, seemingly wanting to greet the parents, but they must have stepped out briefly as it was just silent. And because of some packed boxes, the house was quite messy, making it embarrassingly unsuitable for receiving guests.
“I think she might be at the supermarket… Sorry, the house is such a mess.”
“I insisted on coming along. Don’t worry about it.”
“But still, there’s not even a proper place to sit… No, would you like to sit at the dining table for a moment?”
Ha-min spoke, gesturing towards the kitchen which was relatively neat, but he seemed uninterested in that direction, standing in front of Ha-min’s room door and asking,
“This is Ha-min’s room, right?”
Perhaps due to his experience of visiting a few times before, he naturally guessed which room was Ha-min’s.
“Yeah. But my room is a bit…”
Click. Before Ha-min could finish speaking, the door opened. Since it wasn’t a room he could proudly show off, Ha-min felt a bit embarrassed. The wallpaper was still the same character design from when he was in elementary school, and the desk was also the same old one he had used as a child. It was a rustic and modest room.
“It’s a bit embarrassing…”
Ha-min hurriedly followed him in. He scrutinized every corner of the room with an intense gaze. Moreover, it seemed his mother had already started organizing a bit, as Ha-min’s room was also in disarray. All the items from the desk drawers had been taken out, and the books that were on the bookshelf were neatly stacked and tied with string.
“Sit here for a moment. I’ll be quick.”
Ha-min said, patting the bed that somehow looked small for him.
“I’ll help.”
“No, no. There’s not much to do, really.”
As Ha-min vehemently refused, not wanting to borrow a hand for such a trivial task, he sat down on the edge of the bed with a faint smile. It felt extremely out of place. The person he had longed for every night as a child, writing letters that would never be sent while sitting at that desk, was now present in this room. It felt somewhat embarrassing but also pleasant. Despite being so out of place, it felt real that he had truly entered his personal space.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
