Chapter 170
Every time Hyeon-woo’s dick spurted semen like a water pistol, the hole contracted in response, wriggling and chewing on Tae-geon’s dick. Tae-geon’s buttocks and thighs, hunched over from the intense stimulation, trembled finely, deep grooves forming along the contours of his muscles.
The sensation of the sticky inner walls caused Tae-geon’s dick, which had just emptied its load, to stiffen again instantly.
Tae-geon flipped Hyeon-woo over, his body limp from the post-orgasm exhaustion, so that they faced each other. He buried his face on Hyeon-woo’s left breast, where his heart beat rapidly. Then, he lightly licked his swollen nipple and slowly began to move his hips.
As the hardened object entered and exited the hole again, Tae-geon’s semen inside churned into a milky foam from the friction, coating the juncture.
The curtains surrounding the bed began to sway rhythmically once more.
Tae-geon, who had been toying with Hyeon-woo’s nipple, burrowed his head into Hyeon-woo’s armpit. He sucked and chewed on the soft flesh of the inner arm, his lips moving from elbow to wrist, finally reaching his palm.
Tae-geon spread Hyeon-woo’s palm wide, kissing each calloused spot and rubbing his head against it. Then, he extended his tongue, licking every inch of the hand.
“…Ugh.”
“Haah, Hyeon-woo…”
His hands bound in a similar manner, Hyeon-woo had his fingers caressed by Tae-geon. Tae-geon’s kisses, delicately placed on each marred spot, felt like kisses of adoration, causing Hyeon-woo’s chest to swell with inexplicable emotion amidst his hazy state.
As Tae-geon’s hip movements quickened, a wet, slapping sound, *Gulp,Gulp*, echoed loudly through the room. Soon, a wave of orgasm washed over him, his brow furrowing sharply, his jaw muscles bulging to their limit.
“Khh!”
Hyeon-woo, who had watched Tae-geon’s face reach its peak up close, felt another surge of semen erupt from his dick. Simultaneously, a hot sensation spread through his insides, and only after a while did Tae-geon’s dick withdraw from the hole.
The moment the thick object that had filled him for so long was pulled out, a shy *Ppook-* sound escaped from the wet hole.
*Juruuk-*
Hyeon-woo shuddered briefly at the sensation of a large amount of semen gushing out of the hole. Tae-geon lifted him up and held him close. He inserted two fingers into Hyeon-woo’s buttocks, spreading them wide to extract the remaining semen.
Thick fluids flowed endlessly onto the sheets with a *hududuk* sound. Hyeon-woo, still limp in Tae-geon’s embrace, felt Tae-geon slip an arm under each of his knees and lift him up abruptly.
With his legs spread wide, Hyeon-woo felt Tae-geon’s glans touch the hole. The tightly closed folds slowly parted, accepting Tae-geon’s dick.
“Haah, Hyeon-woo…”
Tae-geon’s voice echoed in Hyeon-woo’s ear.
Hyeon-wooya. Khh, Hyeon-wooya.
Hyeon-woo thought Tae-geon’s voice calling his name was unusually sticky today. Sticking to his eardrums, how much more will you torment me?
In his blurry vision, he saw the curtains swaying up and down. The moans fading into the distance, everything felt dreamlike and distant.
Hyeon-woo, his head resting on Tae-geon’s neck, swayed violently up and down until his eyelids finally closed completely.
*
Hyeon-woo regained consciousness late in the afternoon as the sun began to disappear behind the mountain ridge.
As awareness slowly returned, he felt a familiar hand caressing his forehead. Tae-geon, lying beside him, was gently stroking his hair.
The moment he tried to sit up, a searing pain shot through his lower body. Seeing Hyeon-woo’s discomfort, Tae-geon quickly moved to support him as he swallowed a groan.
“…Are you okay?”
“Does this look okay to you?”
“…”
“…”
Ah… Hyeon-woo grimaced at his own thoughtless response. Of course it wasn’t visible.
“…Sorry.”
Tae-geon chuckled at Hyeon-woo’s brusque apology. Just then, a loud growl came from Hyeon-woo’s stomach.
Of all times…
Oblivious to Hyeon-woo’s embarrassment as he bit his lip hard, Tae-geon asked, “Are you hungry? Should I order an omurice?”
Hyeon-woo’s cheeks flushed at those words. It seemed Tae-geon still remembered how he used to order omurice via room service every time they were intimate, long ago.
While Hyeon-woo was mentally chiding Tae-geon for remembering such unnecessary things, the thought of a delicious omurice covered in a yellow egg blanket made his hunger unbearable.
Damn it. He should flatly refuse, accusing Tae-geon of mocking him, but…
“…Yeah.”
He couldn’t resist his appetite. The image of omurice, once in his mind, refused to leave.
As Tae-geon immediately picked up the phone on the table to request omurice from Scott, Hyeon-woo felt so embarrassed he wanted to hide in a mouse hole.
When Tae-geon returned, Hyeon-woo quickly changed the subject.
“How many days has it been?”
Tae-geon replied, “One day.”
“…One day?”
Hyeon-woo questioned in disbelief.
This was Tae-geon, who had pursued him relentlessly as if he had been waiting for this day alone. He had thought Tae-geon would have indulged his desires like a beast for at least two or three days while he was unconscious… but just one day?
To Hyeon-woo’s visible confusion, Tae-geon said, “I held back a lot. I didn’t touch you after you lost consciousness.”
“…”
“…Except when bathing you.”
Only then did Hyeon-woo realize his body felt fresh and clean, without any discomfort. The robe he wore and the bed sheets were all clean as if new.
As Hyeon-woo looked down to examine the bedding, Tae-geon’s somewhat cautious voice reached his ears.
“I said I’d be careful…”
“…”
“Next time, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
Next time. Those words made Hyeon-woo’s head spin for a moment.
Right, there would be a next time. The sudden realization that nights like yesterday would come every month from now on felt oddly embarrassing.
An awkward silence fell as Hyeon-woo didn’t know what to say. Then, a knock at the door broke the silence.
Startled, Hyeon-woo quickly pulled the blanket over his head to hide. Was it just his imagination that Tae-geon’s voice sounded slightly amused as he called for the visitor to enter?
Creak-.
The old door opened, and the sound of wheels rolling grew closer. Clatter, clatter. After the sound of plates being placed on the table, the presence gradually receded, followed by the closing of the door with a thud, leaving the room quiet.
Unable to see, Hyeon-woo felt all his senses focused on hearing. His extremely sensitive ears caught Tae-geon’s voice calling, “Hyeon-woo.”
“They’ve left.”
“…”
“Let’s go eat.”
Only then did Hyeon-woo peek out from under the blanket, confirming no one else was in the room before getting out of bed.
“Ugh…!”
A groan of pain escaped Hyeon-woo’s lips as he felt a splitting sensation in his lower body.
He couldn’t bring himself to take a step. It wasn’t that last night’s encounter had been particularly intense, but rather that his body, unused to intimacy for years, had tensed up while receiving Tae-geon. The constant penetration was part of the problem, but the muscle pain throughout his body was equally troublesome.
As Hyeon-woo stood there, unable to move and clutching his waist, Tae-geon approached and lifted him effortlessly.
“Ah?!”
Hyeon-woo flailed his arms, trying to push away Tae-geon who had picked him up as easily as he himself would lift Jerome.
“What are you doing? I don’t like this! Put me down!”
“Just to the table.”
“No…!”
Struggling, Hyeon-woo lost his balance and stumbled backward, frantically wrapping his arms around Tae-geon’s neck for support.
“Huff, huff.”
Tae-geon could clearly hear Hyeon-woo’s heart pounding rapidly, probably scared of falling. Enveloped in Hyeon-woo’s warmth, Tae-geon’s lungs filled with his sweet scent. As he walked, holding Hyeon-woo tightly, Tae-geon’s lips moved slightly.
“…This is maddening.”
His quiet words were drowned out by Hyeon-woo’s noisy breathing.
Scrape.
Tae-geon pulled out a chair with his foot and sat Hyeon-woo down. Red-faced up to his ears, Hyeon-woo bit his lip hard and glared at the omurice in front of him.
As if watching Hyeon-woo’s reaction intently, Tae-geon placed a spoon in his hand. He should have pushed it away, but the yellow omurice before him looked too tempting.
Unable to resist the hunger-inducing aroma any longer, Hyeon-woo picked up the spoon and began to eat.
Each time the spoon hit the plate, a cheerful clinking sound rang out.
Unaware that Tae-geon’s lips curled into a pleasant smile as he listened to those sounds, Hyeon-woo quickly cleaned the plate of omurice.
The estate’s daily routine, which had been flowing as usual, began to change noticeably two days before Tae-geon’s surgery.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
