Chapter 216
Because of him, I was trapped in a hopeless empty house, and in the ensuing fire, I lost someone precious, and I myself almost perished. The hatred ignited by that incident burned fiercely within me, and within Tae-geon as well.
It seemed that the terrible loss and despair Tae-geon faced at that time remained as a deep-seated trauma. Perhaps the appearance of Jerome, and the realization of the meaning behind what he had lost, deepened that trauma even further.
Ironically, Tae-geon had completely forgotten the night that started it all, erased by a potent drug, and instinctively feared his own hole. That place, which had continuously bled, had become a trigger for his trauma.
I never imagined he would bear such profound scars.
“It’s okay.”
“Ugh…”
“It’s okay, look at me, Tae-geon.”
Hyeon-woo gently cupped Tae-geon’s cheeks with both hands. Tae-geon, gasping for breath, barely opened his eyes and looked at Hyeon-woo.
“Breathe slowly. Follow me, slowly.”
“…Ugh, ugh.”
As if demonstrating, Hyeon-woo took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Following Hyeon-woo, Tae-geon’s breathing gradually began to stabilize.
Tae-geon’s hands, drenched in sweat, gripped Hyeon-woo’s wrist with immense force, but Hyeon-woo felt no pain. The anxiety reflected in his trembling eyes was what truly hurt Hyeon-woo.
What is still making you so anxious?
My heart ached at the sight of Tae-geon’s regret-filled face. It wasn’t just me who had endured a terrible twentieth year.
Our clumsy, immature, and messy twentieth year—because of that, it was all the more poignant and pitiful—I wanted to embrace it now. I no longer wanted to hate or resent that time; I simply wanted to accept it as it was.
Because there will be more happy times ahead than the painful times we’ve endured. Because every moment of the future we will create, overcoming that painful past, will be with you.
Hyeon-woo hugged Tae-geon tightly.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Hyeon-woo’s heart, beating steadily against Tae-geon’s, soothed him.
Tae-geon took a deep breath, inhaling Hyeon-woo’s scent. The comforting fragrance and warm body temperature, which always calmed him, began to dispel the inexplicable anxiety that lingered in Tae-geon’s heart.
Finally calming his breathing, Tae-geon hugged Hyeon-woo tightly. Hyeon-woo held Tae-geon close and whispered,
“I’ll always be by your side.”
“…….”
“…Because I like you.”
Tae-geon momentarily stopped breathing. Hyeon-woo’s voice reached his stiff ears once more.
“I like you, Tae-geon.”
Tae-geon hastily pulled away from Hyeon-woo, looking at him with disbelieving eyes.
“…I… I didn’t hear you properly.”
“…….”
“Say it again, Hyeon-woo.”
“…If you didn’t hear it, then that’s that.”
“Please.”
“…….”
“Just once, ple-.”
Tae-geon’s words trailed off. Hyeon-woo had covered Tae-geon’s mouth with his lips.
Hyeon-woo’s tongue traced Tae-geon’s even teeth and soft mucous membrane. Unable to bear the tantalizing stimulation, Tae-geon roughly pushed his own tongue into Hyeon-woo’s mouth. Tae-geon’s tongue, deeply invading, explored every corner of Hyeon-woo’s mouth, seeming to steal even his breath. It was a kiss that was both fierce and tender.
When Tae-geon’s lips parted, Hyeon-woo showered kisses on Tae-geon’s cheek, forehead, nose bridge, and eyelids. The gentle warmth caused something hot to surge within Tae-geon’s chest.
With his eyes welling up, Tae-geon couldn’t help but hold Hyeon-woo’s cheek and unleash another frenzied kiss.
“…Hyeon-woo, Hyeon-woo…”
His name, mixed with Tae-geon’s hot breath, trembled with longing.
Tae-geon’s reddened eyes, his pounding heart, his heaving throat, his fervent gaze, his trembling hands—his entire being—passionately declared his love.
Watching Tae-geon with his own eyes brimming with tears, Hyeon-woo suddenly embraced him. Hyeon-woo felt the nape of Tae-geon’s neck, where his head was buried, grow hot and wet.
“…It’s a good thing my heart isn’t visible.”
Tae-geon’s trembling voice tickled Hyeon-woo’s chest.
“If it were, you, a timid person, might have recoiled in fear. My feelings are that strong, that much, Hyeon-woo. I love you, I love you, Hyeon-woo.”
Their renewed kiss had become sensual.
Feeling a painful pressure in his lower abdomen, Hyeon-woo reached out and grasped Tae-geon’s still-erect dick. At the blatant stimulation, Tae-geon’s muscles convulsed.
Removing the condom, Hyeon-woo held his dick and began to rub it, sitting astride Tae-geon’s thighs, facing him. Then, he lifted his hips and began to insert Tae-geon’s dick into himself.
“Ugh…!”
The tightly closed inner walls protested at the sudden invasion of the large volume.
“Relax, Hyeon-woo.”
Tae-geon supported Hyeon-woo’s back with his strong arms, easing the tension in his stiff body.
An indescribable sensation once again overwhelmed Hyeon-woo’s sense of smell as he rubbed his forehead against Tae-geon’s nape. As Hyeon-woo sniffed, Tae-geon thrust his hips forcefully upward. The dick, deeply embedded to its root, made him forget everything else.
Sitting face-to-face, Hyeon-woo wrapped his arms around Tae-geon’s neck and his legs around his waist. Hyeon-woo’s body, tightly embracing Tae-geon, began to move up and down with his rhythm.
“Hup…”
“Mmm.”
Pressed tightly together, they shared a deep kiss. Tae-geon’s thrusts had become faster. Hyeon-woo’s sweat-soaked hair swayed with the same rhythm as the bed curtains, waving strongly.
Tae-geon took Hyeon-woo’s nipple into his mouth. He teased the erect nipple with his tongue, then nibbled it with his front teeth, causing Hyeon-woo to arch his back and shiver. The inside of Hyeon-woo’s thighs, wrapped around Tae-geon’s waist, trembled finely. Hyeon-woo’s wet, hot inner walls contracted sharply, tightly gripping Tae-geon’s dick. A blissful sensation caused Tae-geon to gasp.
Tae-geon grabbed the back of Hyeon-woo’s head with one hand and pulled him onto the bed. When Tae-geon’s dick came out, separating their bodies, a soft, embarrassing sound came from the wet opening, but Hyeon-woo didn’t even hear it. He could only think about reuniting with Tae-geon’s dick.
Like a child who had just had the sweetest part of their ice cream taken away, Hyeon-woo urged Tae-geon.
“Put it in, quickly…”
Hyeon-woo urged him, stroking Tae-geon’s dick with his foot.
“…Ugh.”
“Quickly, Tae-geon.”
Tae-geon caught Hyeon-woo’s ankles, rubbing his dick against the soles, toes, heels, insteps, and ankles indiscriminately. He pushed Hyeon-woo’s legs, soiled with their fluids, upwards, causing Hyeon-woo’s back to arch and his buttocks to lift into the air. He pressed his lips against the exposed opening and sucked strongly, drawing the accumulated fluids into his mouth.
“Hmph!”
*Chup, chomp.*
He inserted his tongue straight into the opening, causing the tightly closed folds to spread open, welcoming Tae-geon’s invasion.
“Haak…!”
He teased the entrance with his tongue, then scraped his teeth across the jagged radial folds, causing Hyeon-woo’s head to tilt back. While sucking on the opening, Tae-geon masturbated himself with his free hand.
When he pulled away, the opening, glistening with saliva, was swollen and plump. Licking his own wet lips, Tae-geon thrust his dick into Hyeon-woo’s opening in one go. His dick, with its prominent veins, pushed its way inside, splitting the mucous membrane.
“Ah!”
“Ugh!”
Tae-geon shuddered briefly, then began a merciless pounding, *thump, thump*.
“Aaah…!”
The intense pleasure was like a thunderbolt, driving Hyeon-woo to the brink of madness. Hugging Hyeon-woo tightly, Tae-geon whispered in his ear,
“…Tell me, Hyeon-woo.”
“Ugh!”
“Say what you said earlier, again.”
“Hmph!”
Tae-geon’s voice, so incredibly arousing, pierced Hyeon-woo’s eardrums. It wasn’t over, it wasn’t over yet. Of course, this persistent Tae-geon wouldn’t give up so easily.
Tae-geon suddenly stopped moving his hips, his firm glans brushing tantalizingly against Hyeon-woo’s prostate.
Just a little, just a little more, and he would reach his climax, but Tae-geon kept extinguishing the flame just as it was about to erupt, making Hyeon-woo unbearably frustrated.
“Ugh, please…!”
Hyeon-woo pleaded, writhing, but Tae-geon remained unmoved.
“Tell me.”
“…….”
“Quickly.”
Tae-geon’s glans pressed firmly against Hyeon-woo’s swollen prostate.
“Haah…!”
The sensation, like setting fire to his already burning body, was unbearably arousing.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
