Chapter 5. Haetae (13)
“This is enough. You’ve done enough for me… So…”
Ronen placed his hand over Eckart’s, then slowly guided it downward—brushing over his cheek, tracing his jaw, sliding down his throat, and finally resting over his heaving chest. Eckart’s breathing grew heavier in response.
“Just pity me for a little while. Just for this moment.”
While Eckart was still here, Ronen wanted to covet him freely. He was prepared to accept whatever punishment—divine or mortal—for daring to lust after this noble jewel. He would bear Eckart’s share of the consequences, too.
Ronen took Eckart’s hand and moved it lower still. When it reached his abdomen, Eckart suddenly pulled away and pushed Ronen onto the bed. His legs tangled, and he fell back, meeting Eckart’s blazing, feverish gaze before slowly closing his eyes.
He felt Eckart climb onto the bed. Anticipating the pleasure to come, Ronen’s body already burned with excitement—but he also prayed for Eckart, who would sin again because of him.
Oh God…
Here stands Your creation. Satan has risen from the depths to tempt Your servant. This poor lamb, deceived by sweet whispers, begs to be guided back into Your embrace.
He has always been true, but the Devil has blinded his eyes and ears. Please, wrap him in Your love.
Satan will soon return to hell…
‘Until then, grant me this one indulgence with Your servant.’
Their heated breaths intertwined, warming the air around them. Unlike the chill outside, the room was stifling—so much so that the windows fogged up.
Ronen, stripped of his clothes as if immune to the cold, writhed beneath Eckart’s touch. His sweat-slicked, naked body was a feast for the eyes—pale, flushed, and smooth, his stiffened nipples temptingly perked.
Eckart kept one hand wrapped around Ronen’s cock, stroking it leisurely, while his other hand flicked at the hardened bud before him. Ronen’s body jerked violently at the touch.
“Ahn! There… Ah!”
The sensation was too intense—Ronen clutched at Eckart’s hand, shaking his head, his eyelids squeezing shut as they reddened.
Eckart knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed his thumb and forefinger against the nipple, rolling it between them. Ronen’s body trembled helplessly.
“This place seems to crave attention, too, doesn’t it?”
When Eckart pinched the nipple between his fingers, a nasal moan escaped Ronen’s lips.
“Nn… hnngh…”
Eckart indulged freely, twisting the nipple in circles, cupping Ronen’s flat chest in his palm, kneading it. The stiffened bud darkened to a deeper red.
Ronen turned his head to the side, biting his lip. His hips twitched faintly, as if trying to grind against Eckart’s palm. Sensing this, Eckart eased his grip slightly, and Ronen’s expression twisted in frustration.
While continuing to tease the other nipple, Eckart watched Ronen—who clutched the sheets, his body writhing. He had noticed before, but Ronen often pressed his thighs together or rubbed them when he was overwhelmed.
His abdomen tensed and relaxed repeatedly, his hips lifting slightly. At first, Eckart had thought it was just from his ragged breathing, but now he realized—Ronen was trying to stimulate himself, however slightly, where he needed it most.
“Ah… now that I think of it…”
The hand that had been playing with his chest slid between Ronen’s thighs. Before he could react, fingers trailed down his perineum and brushed against his wrinkled entrance. Ronen let out a choked sound, his toes curling tightly.
“So it’s here.”
Eckart’s suspicion was confirmed—just the lightest touch made Ronen gasp, his entrance fluttering as if trying to swallow his fingers. He must have wanted it badly; even without anyone touching him, he was already relaxed enough that a little pressure would let him take it in.
“If a man is to take another man, this is the only place it can happen.”
When Eckart pressed a finger against the entrance, Ronen—who had been on the verge of coming—panicked and grabbed his wrist.
“Hah, y-you don’t… nngh, need to go that far!”
He couldn’t finish. Eckart’s finger was already spreading him open, pushing inside. It was just one, but it was thick and knuckled, stretching him enough that his inner walls clenched in response. The warm, soft flesh clinging to his finger made Eckart forget to breathe as he sank it in fully.
“Hah… nnngh…”
Ronen propped himself up on one elbow, gripping the sheets desperately. Goosebumps rose all over his skin. The finger probing deep inside him, stirring the ache in his belly, made his vision blur with tears. He focused solely on the pleasure throbbing within him.
His inner walls pulsed, tightening around Eckart’s finger as if pulling it deeper. Following the unspoken guidance, Eckart pushed in further.
When his finger reached the deepest point, the narrow passage squeezed around it, the pressure almost painful. He couldn’t fathom how such a tight space could take a grown man’s cock. He pulled back slightly, then thrust in again along the path he’d just carved—and Ronen came with a sharp cry, his cock spurting without even being touched.
His body trembled violently, his breath caught in his throat. Even without stimulation, his cock twitched, leaking cum in thick pulses. The long streak of release, the clear fluid dripping from his parted lips, the tears in his eyes—all proof of how intensely he’d been stimulated.
“Uh… ah… hngh…”
Ronen buried his face in the sheets, panting, his body still twitching. Despite having just come, his cock remained stiff, pressed against his abdomen.
When Eckart stirred his relaxing inner walls, Ronen’s hips shifted again. Realizing this was what Ronen truly wanted, Eckart began moving his finger slowly.
“Hah… nn, nnngh…”
Ronen wanted it rougher, deeper. He lifted his hips, his stiff cock dripping clear fluid.
Eckart added a second finger. The entrance stretched open, swallowing them greedily. A wet, obscene sound filled the air with every thrust.
When he curled his fingers inside, pressing firmly, Ronen moaned. His inner walls clung, pulsing around the intrusion.
As Eckart spread his fingers, he could feel Ronen’s body stretching to accommodate them. Just moments ago, he’d doubted whether a man’s cock could fit inside such a tight space—but now, it seemed possible. He scissored his fingers, exploring Ronen’s depths, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Of course, even if it could fit, it would be painfully snug. The way Ronen’s inner walls clenched around just two fingers made it clear—it would be tight, restless, wet, and warm. The thought of his own cock buried inside that heat made his body ache with desire.
His own erection had been painfully hard for a while, dampening the front of his pants. As he spread Ronen’s entrance with his fingers, gazing at the reddened flesh within, Eckart exhaled sharply.
His body knew what it wanted. Lack of experience didn’t mean lack of knowledge—he understood what to do.
All he had to do was undress. Pull himself free. The heat that had been boiling inside him for so long would be quenched—easily, blissfully—by Ronen.
He wanted to pour every last drop of his torment into Ronen’s body.
A violent, unfamiliar impulse shook him. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto Ronen’s ass. His fingers fucked into him roughly, as if they were his own cock, and Ronen whimpered.
“Hnngh… unngh… hah!”
For a moment, his breath hitched—then a clear stream of fluid spilled out like urine. His inner walls clenched and released in tiny spasms.
Eckart didn’t stop, twisting his wrist to scrape against the oversensitive spot inside. Ronen shook his head, whimpering.
“S-stop…”
The pleasure was too intense, bordering on pain. Ronen buried his face in the sheets, sobbing.
He wanted to do this for hours—no, days—but Ronen was too exhausted. Reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers. Ronen collapsed onto his side, panting heavily, his face wet with tears, his body still trembling.
Seeing Ronen so sensitive, so lewd, so lovely in his abandon only stoked Eckart’s desire further. He wanted to spread those legs wide and bury himself deep inside, to lose all reason in the heat of him.
The violent urge surged—his hand reached for Ronen before he could stop himself. His jaw clenched.
‘…What am I doing?’
Coming to his senses at the last second, Eckart swallowed hard and pulled back. His face twisted with unresolved torment as he stumbled away.
Ronen, watching with blurred vision, closed his eyes as Eckart turned and fled the room like a man escaping his own damnation.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
