MUL - Chapter 41

Holding onto his staggering body as we left the pub, I suppressed my anger. He disappeared with Park Chanmin, and they both didn't answer their phones, so the three of us left at home searched for them like madmen. No, to be precise, we searched for Ha Yeoul.

I don't know how I managed to drive after getting the call that he was at the pub. I parked carelessly somewhere in an alley, and my slow steps, thinking I had finally found him, had turned into a run.

When I arrived in front of the pub and grabbed the handle, my fingertips trembled slightly. It felt as if Ha Yeoul had vanished like a mirage.

So I wanted to see him with my own eyes, to hold him in my hands. I felt I could only be at ease if I touched some part of Ha Yeoul's body. I felt I could only believe he hadn't disappeared by doing so.

Only after confirming the round back of his head, nodding off while sitting at a long table, could I breathe. I took out my phone and called, and his side profile came into view as he clung to Park Chanmin to check the screen.

He didn't answer easily, as if contemplating, which made me anxious for no reason. Without any further delay, I approached and placed my hand on his slender shoulder, and his small body jumped as if having a seizure.

I dragged Ha Yeoul out of the pub just like that. When I finally voiced the question I had wanted to ask all along, "Why on earth didn't you answer the phone," Ha Yeoul, who tearfully replied that he didn't want to answer, seemed a little pitiful. But then, when I remembered the moments I couldn't reach him, my fingertips grew cold again.

"Yeoul. Where were you all day? We've been searching like crazy for you."

I kissed his parted lips and even held onto the small hand that pushed my shoulder with weak strength. "Yeoul-ah", I called his name, pronouncing it roundly, and pushed my tongue between his parted lips, and a *hng-hng* moan leaked from inside Ha Yeoul's throat.

Unaware that his pushing gestures only fueled the fire, Ha Yeoul kept pushing my body away. He would pat my shoulder, then push again with a strengthless hand. A hoarse voice saying "stop" came out from between his wet lips.

"Hngh— Don't, st— you crazy bastards..."

"Yeoul, you remember what I said this morning, right?"

At my question, Ha Yeoul blinked his round eyes slowly, as if he had forgotten the morning's memory. I lightly kissed his lips again, which were panting from the previous kiss.

"I told you I was better at other things, Yeoul." I kissed his flushed earlobe and put the soft lobe in my mouth. The thin flesh that was bitten by my teeth was soft.

I moved my lips along his earlobe and licked up his straight neckline in a long stroke, and his slender neck shrank down below his shoulder. As if he finally remembered what I had said in the morning because of my actions, his narrow eyes widened clearly.

"Remember now?"

"Hngh—"

A sweet moan kept leaking from between his lips. Tears that had pooled in his eyes rolled down as he shook his head. "Don't, I don't want to", despite his voice, I moved my hands and lips greedily. His small body, soaked in drunkenness, quickly grew hot.

I moved my hands to take off his shirt, and then his pants, and the only piece of cloth covering Ha Yeoul's body was the sock on his small foot. His wet eyes were filled with shame. It seemed that even while drunk, his shame hadn't faded one bit.

"Yeoul. I really thought I could hold back. Until you wanted it."

"Hic, why... why are you doing this. I don't want to— sob... hngh..."

His naked body, bathed in the moonlight seeping through the window, revealed its fine skin. The body, which had never seen the light of day properly, was whiter and cleaner than a drawing paper.

He covered his body with his trembling hands, and when even that didn't cover it as he wished, his small hands went up to his face and covered his flushed face. From between the lips covered by his hands, only a mournful cry of "Taehee, Taehee" echoed.

"Yeoul."

"Don't... please? Why are you doing this, really..."

"Do you remember what you said in the elevator back then?"

"No, no... I don't remember anything. I don't remember."

His head-shaking gesture, as if begging me to believe him, was pitiful. It seemed pathetic and touching. I gently licked the tears soaking his temples and whispered, "It's a relief you don't remember."

"You crazy bastard..."

I sat on his flat stomach and held his arms up, and his cheeks, red from the alcohol, became even more deeply colored.

Since when did I feel this way, this kind of feeling,  for Ha Yeoul? The feeling that started from curiosity had grown in volume before I even realized it. By the time I realized it, it was already too late.

My eyes kept going to him, and now my heart had gone to him too. Nam Kangwoo's and Seo Jaehoon's feelings seemed to be the same as mine. I wasn't curious about how their feelings had turned towards Ha Yeoul. More than their feelings, I was curious about my feelings, and more than my feelings, I was curious about Ha Yeoul's feelings.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore."

At my direct gaze, Ha Yeoul, who had squeezed his eyes shut, bit his trembling lips. His constant sobbing showed no sign of subsiding.

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"Haa— Hic... Ah...! Ah, please..."

A squelching sound filled the car. Ha Yeoul cried with a face that still couldn't believe the sound was coming from his own body.

The hole that had swallowed my fingers trembled and clung to the inner walls. Whenever I jabbed and crushed the deeply hidden prostate, his small body would tremble and he would cling to me. The arms wrapped around my neck held me so tightly it was pitiful.

Sticky fluid had been forming on his erect p*nis for a while now, dripping down. The bodily fluid scattered on his pale, soft skin added to the lewdness. Ha Yeoul shook his head back and forth at the overwhelming feeling of impending climax. His body, running at the peak of pleasure, didn't know what to do anymore and just trembled.

"Hic— ah... ung... Heuk— Tae, heeya... stop, ngt—!"

"What should I do for you, Yeoul. Tell me."

I increased the speed of my fingers, thrusting them in and out. I deliberately missed the peak and jabbed deep, and a series of shudders spread from the inside of his thighs, to his lower abdomen, to his rapidly rising and falling chest, and then to his chin.

"Yeoul, what should I do for you. Hmm? You have to answer."

"Hngh, ah...! No— Stra... strange, ngt."

I deliberately pressed him. I knew he couldn't even say a proper word, but I pushed Ha Yeoul.

When I slowly pulled my fingers out of the loosened hole, his closed eyelids fluttered open, revealing his wet pupils.

"Should I hold you?"

"Hic— hngh... haah..."

It was me, more than Ha Yeoul, who was burning up at the clim*x that was almost but not quite there. I pretended not to notice my p*nis, which was painfully er*ct inside my underwear, and asked again.

"Yeoul, just nod your head."

Saliva flowed from between his parted lips, soaking the area around his chin. I kissed it, licking the wet chin thoroughly, and fondled his sensitized body. When I gently scratched the protruding nub with my fingernail and then twisted it, his supple waist shot up.

"Yeoul."

I wasn't unaware of the hesitation on his pleasure-soaked face. I kissed his earlobe and whispered.

"You just have to nod."

I told him quietly as if giving him the answer, and his face, full of hesitation, shook up and down slightly.

As soon as I got Ha Yeoul's permission, I aligned the tip of my p*nis, which was about to burst, with his hole and slowly pushed it in. I thought it was well-lubricated, but the body I was opening for the first time was just tight. The hole barely swallowed the head, and Ha Yeoul gasped.

"Ah, it hurts— no...! Stop, I, I don't want to—!"

His narrowly closed eyes shot open. I kissed his brow, wrinkled in pain, and pushed my tongue into his parted mouth.

I licked the inside of his mouth slowly, as if to soothe him. I traced his neat teeth, patted his soft palate, and touched the sensitive mucous membrane inside his mouth. When I gently intertwined my tongue with his, which was too stiff to move, the strength in the arms wrapped around my neck increased. A groan, as if scraped from the inside of his throat, flowed out.

Not missing the moment, I pushed in the flesh that was halfway in, and the moan that couldn't come out of his mouth broke inside. His cloudy, wet pupils were hidden by his eyelids and then slowly revealed, over and over again.

"Yeoul, you have to relax."

"It hurts... it hurts, Taehee— stop, stop—"

As soon as my lips left his, Ha Yeoul cried that he wanted to stop. The hole, stretched to its limit, was red and biting my cock.

"Relax. I'll pull it out. If you bite down this hard, I can't pull it out even if I want to, Yeoul. Relax. Yes, and breathe."

Ha Yeoul, as if he believed my words that I would pull it out, blinked his innocent eyes and relaxed. He would check my face from time to time as if to ask if he was doing it right, and let out a sweet breath, asking, "Like this?" in a tear-filled voice. It was an innocent reaction at every moment.

"Yes, like that."

I pushed back the hair stuck to his wet forehead and kissed his exposed forehead. At my answer, his wide-open eyes slowly closed. The densely packed eyelashes under his trembling eyelids were wet and sparkling. I observed Ha Yeoul's face as if admiring a work of art.

Not missing the moment his strength left him, I pulled my body back and then pierced through his tender flesh. I thrust into him so hard that it make a smacking sounds.

Ha Yeoul, who had relaxed, was shaken without even being able to scream at the sensation of his body being opened again. His parted lips trembled. He bit his trembling lips tightly, but at some point, he lost his grip and let out a sharp moan.

"Hngh— Ah...! Ah, wai... hic—"

When I jabbed the spot I had confirmed with my fingertips, pleasure spread across his face, which had been contorted in pain. At the color that spread across his red face, I moved my hips more slowly, and the hands that had been holding onto my shoulders fell onto the sheet and scratched it.

"Yeoul."

"Hngh— Hah... Ah...!"

Heat rose at the moans that burst out in time with my hip movements. Every time I pulled out, scraping the inner walls with my swollen p*nis, Ha Yeoul would sob, not knowing what to do. A cloudy liquid constantly flowed from the tip of his erect p*nis. When I deliberately crushed his prost*te, a thin liquid would drip from the tip of his glans, soaking the area around his navel.

The inner walls that held my c*ck would tighten as if to sever it every time I pulled out. A low moan flowed from between my lips at the pleasure I felt inside Ha Yeoul's hot, slick interior. Even though I knew it was his first time having sex, I was anxious that I couldn't go deeper. I was burning up that I couldn't move more wildly.

"You'll ruin your nails, Yeoul."

I grabbed the hands that were scratching the seat and moved them behind his neck, and licked his tear-stained face. The lukewarm tears tasted sweet. As if to take a break for the struggling Ha Yeoul, I stopped moving, and a pained sound flowed from between his parted lips.

"Stop it, shit... crazy... hic—"

The tears that had been flowing all along, would they ever dry up? The tears, reflected in the moonlight, flowed in a round trajectory. Ha Yeoul sometimes, no, quite often, cried so mournfully that it made my chest ache just to look at him.

I sat his limp body up on my thighs and pushed my c*ck in deeper, and Ha Yeoul's body twitched. His small body fit into my arms as if it were made for me. His feverish body smelled sweet.

He blinked his watery eyelids, nestled quietly in my arms, and then rubbed his wet forehead against my shoulder. A hot breath touched my neck and then quickly scattered. Whenever I moved my hips subtly, a thin moan of "hnng-hnng" would still flow from inside Ha Yeoul's throat.

I deliberately rubbed Ha Yeoul's hard p*nis against my stomach and thrust my c*ck in. Ha Yeoul, who had become as sensitive as he could be, couldn't hold on any longer and gushed out watery fluid. Even his trembling body was admirable, and when I stroked his sweat-soaked hair, a hoarse voice flowed out.

"Hic, stop... stop it, please— Ah! You crazy bastard... you, hngh, really— Ah...! Ngt!"

Even while holding his exhausted body from ej*culating for the nth time, I moved my hips greedily. The inner walls, which were tightly gripping my c*ck due to the recent ej*culation, trembled and clung to me without rest. Every time I thrust my hips up, Ha Yeoul would sob at the undiminished pleasure.

"Because you're biting me like this and not letting go. As if you want to eat more."

"Hngh— ah... no—"

I pressed my lips to his sweat-soaked earlobe and whispered sweetly, and Ha Yeoul shook his head slightly. As if to confirm it each time, I made him sit down on my hips again, and a moan burst from between his parted lips.

"You can hear it."

When I held his slender waist and lifted him up and then sat him down, a squelching sound echoed from inside his body, which was full of semen. The inside of his widely spread thighs trembled. I whispered as I deliberately crushed his prost*te, which was being pressed just by brushing against it.

"You're this lewd, Yeoul."

As I whispered in his ear, his rapid breathing stopped for a moment. As if my words brought him shame, the tips of his ears, his neck, and both his cheeks became impossibly red.

Every time I held his thin waist, which looked like it would break, and made him sit down, piercing his body, his slender neck would arch back, revealing its beautiful line. I pressed my lips on it and put the sweet-smelling flesh in my mouth.

Every time I bit down with my teeth, Ha Yeoul would wrap his arms around my neck with his insignificant strength. The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh echoed loudly, and a scream-like moan burst from Ha Yeoul's parted lips.

I flipped Ha Yeoul, who had been sitting on my thighs, onto the seat and lifted his butt*cks up high, and his sobs deepened. His slender hands reached back and pushed against my stomach.

Instead of pulling back, I grabbed Ha Yeoul's delicate wrist and greedily pushed my c*ck in. At the thrusting movements, every time Ha Yeoul's waist collapsed, I held him so tightly that it would leave handprints, and moved my hips.

Stroking his fully arched neckline, I inserted my fingers into his parted lips and explored the inside of his hot mouth. I pushed in and out repeatedly, like a piston. The fingers that slowly pulled out and then pushed into his mouth in time with my hip thrusts even made me feel the illusion that I was being sucked off.

I rubbed the mucous membrane slowly and pressed down on the hollow part of the back of his tongue, and every time I asked, "Does it feel good?", a long string of sticky saliva would flow from between Ha Yeoul's lips. His heated body quickly reached climax.

I confirmed the shape of my p*nis protruding on his flat stomach with my palm and scattered my traces inside him. Every time sem*n gushed out, his limp body on the seat would tremble intermittently.​

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(t/n : Unlock more ch on my kofi💙)