The person seeking a convincing answer was miserably met with the Alpha's silence. He should have said something for him to understand this incomprehensible domain, but the Alpha simply kept his lips firmly sealed.
'Why? Why could it be?'
'Is it just because the very fact that you like someone makes me feel like I’m going to lose my mind?'
'Is it because the thought that the way you are with me now might be directed at someone else makes my stomach turn?'
Like. Love. I'm not saying to eliminate this series of emotions. It's just...
As his heart stirred unpleasantly at the mere thought of Han Sol liking someone, Han Jinheon cowardly cut off any deeper thoughts and came to a simple conclusion on his own.
'The timing is too early. It's not the right time to like someone, yet you do.'
Han Sol’s wrists were still caught in Han Jinheon’s grasp. As he felt the strength in the hand holding his wrists gradually increase, as if lost in thought, he whimpered and struggled.
“It hurts. I said it hurts…”
Han Jinheon released his wrists and straightened his back. His straight neck tilted slightly.
Han Jinheon, who had been quietly observing Han Sol curled up like a shrimp and rubbing his wrists, looked at his beautifully shaped b*ttocks and spoke. Unlike his gleaming eyes, his voice was dry and calm.
“Aren't you going to give me my Christmas present? Our dear little brother, you were the one who asked for a chance to give me a gift, and yet you’re still silent.”
'You were the one who said you wanted to feel the joy of sharing.'
Han Jinheon tried to make a deeply hurt face, but he couldn't stop a smile from forming on his lips. He was fond of Han Sol's polite way of speaking, and just thinking about it could make him smile. It was a shame that his smile, one of genuine amusement, looked like a sneer.
“How long do you expect me to repeat the same thing? And with your d*ck standing up like this. Ah, don't tell me you get excited by me asking who it is?”
“Wh-what are you talking about. Who would get excited by something like that… This is a physiological phenomenon. It’s because you touched me, I-it stood up without me realizing.”
Han Sol was flustered by his own honest instincts. To think it would stir the moment it was exposed and grow in size after just a few brushes of a hand.
'It's cute how his p*nis acts without concealment..' Han Jinheon mischievously pressed down on a nipple that, despite its small size, stimulated his senses, and murmured.
“Ugh.”
“We’ve come all the way to a hotel anyway, you must have some expectations. Did you think I brought you here just to hold my brother's d*ck and rub against it?”
“……”
“Like I said before, I’m going to stop guarding your hole. You and I only made a verbal agreement, we didn't write a contract, so I don't see it being a problem.”
“But… are you, are you really going to stop…?”
“Why, you don't believe me? I’m going to fill you up completely. So much so that the name of the bastard inside you will pop out of your mouth."
The Alpha’s blatant display of desire made Han Sol’s eyelashes tremble. The eyes hidden beneath them were pitiful. However, as a subtle hint of anticipation peeked through, Han Jinheon doubted his own eyes, dumbfounded.
'Han Sol, that’s you. Even if your heart is faithfully devoted to one person, your body has been easily available to anyone. You were that kind of person.'
“It feels like being trapped in a Möbius strip, but it’s not bad.”
He would have to proceed step by step, until these lips spew out who the person he likes is. However, looking at his completely naked form, Han Sol’s indecisive attitude no longer mattered for the moment.
'I’m more curious about how well this ass can bite.'
Han Jinheon folded his eyes slyly.
“I’ll have to do my best until Santa gives me his present.”
Then, he swept his fingertips up the two white, thin legs and gently pressed his lips to his ankle, making Han Sol’s eyes widen as if they would pop out. The Alpha stared intently into those eyes and pressed the back of his knees, pressing his own groin slowly against the exposed b*ttocks.
***
Han Jinheon had made me tense as if he would pound into me right away, but as soon as he checked my private parts, he clicked his tongue, “Tsk,” and pulled back.
It sounded a little scary when he said he wanted to plunge in me without foreplay, but that would leave physical wounds.
“I don’t know how you like to do it, but I have no intention of matching your preferences. However, even if I can’t be gentle, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
For me, that was enough. As a virgin, as long as there was no pain, it was fine.
Starting with those words, Han Jinheon first touched my already-struggling er*ction and made me release once. Even after ej*culating, it maintained a state of ambiguous er*ction, as if on the verge of going soft, but that wasn't important. What was important was the back, not the front.
Saying we had a long way to go, the Alpha gave me no time to rest. He turned over my body, which was still trying to catch its breath, overwhelmed just from being m*sturbated.
His rather unkind touch lifted my pelvis, forcing my b*tt into the air. My face, in contrast, was shoved into the sheets.
There wasn't even time to get used to the position that exposed my lower half so explicitly. He grabbed and spread my b*ttocks, and I focused on the hand that was stroking the secret place in between. This hand had touched my b*tt more than once, but that had been child's play.
This time, it was on a completely adult level, and it felt strange, being unable to define my current emotions or feelings about having my private parts exposed to Han Jinheon. The obvious feelings of nervousness and excitement were chaotically mixed with something more.
“Now that we’re here, I’m starting to regret it. I should have done this from the start. Instead of dragging it out with some pathetic talk about guarding your hole or whatever.”
'He regrets it now that they’re here.'
He only regrets it because he decided to go all the way today, the Han Jinheon from back when he first offered to guard my hole would have felt completely different.
When he first brought up the words ‘guarding the hole,’ Han Jinheon had no interest in my ass whatsoever. He just growled at me not to show my ass recklessly. That would have meant to keep it in check even in front of him, but that has now become meaningless.
Anyway, to think that man could change like this. Daring to guess at the Alpha's unknowable heart, Han Sol felt it was nothing more than a simple attempt to train him. He doesn’t even believe me when I say I like him, and he dislikes the very act of liking someone.
‘As long as you are by my side, you must not like anyone else. Han Sol, you need to control this fickle heart of yours.’
Perhaps it’s a childish form of possessiveness. For him, me living quietly didn’t just apply to my body but included my heart as well. He wants me to live in a stormless sea, not liking anyone, and because I’m not doing that, he’s being grumpy.
But isn’t that being too petty? Even if I can’t do anything about him not believing that the person I like is him, why does he want to stop me from even liking someone on my own? What on earth is his motive?
And what’s with trying to find out who I like while doing this? Furthermore, Han Jinheon believed that Han Sol didn't particularly enjoy skinship with him, so he had taken the stance that he would touch his ass ‘if you’re okay with it being me.’
It’s not a matter of ‘if you’re okay with it being me.’ For me, it was a total win.
“It’s been a while, so it’ll hurt.”
The Alpha, who patted my ass as he warned me, took out some gel from a corner of the drawer. Usually, in hotels like this, they don’t provide cond*ms or gel unless you ask, but perhaps because this was a room he personally used during his rut, they had prepared all the necessary items for s*x just by him saying he was coming.
“Stay still.”
Smack.
My eyes flew open at the sound of friction, which was more blunt than sharp. I had only shifted my body to see what he was doing, but the Alpha must have thought I was trying to pull away for no reason, as he slapped my b*tt with a warning.
Instead of pain, my heart thumped from the surprise. He had occasionally playfully slapped or patted my b*tt, but this was the first time he had ordered me and hit me so properly, so I was flustered.
I also felt like an animal that had to obey its master's every word. Is this right? It was a moment when I started to question the current situation.
“Ahh…”
The cold gel squeezed between the mounds of flesh slid smoothly down my skin. I flinched in surprise even at this, and Han Jinheon told me there was nothing to be so surprised about as he slathered on more gel. He even rubbed his thumb over the wrinkled surface of my hole, as if massaging it.
The feeling became even stranger and more unfamiliar as it was coated in the thick liquid. As I focused on this new, strange sensation, I came to realize a fact I had forgotten. The fact that this was my first time for my backdoor. I had forgotten this important detail because I’d been kissing and rubbing d*cks with Han Jinheon lately.
Suddenly, a wave of fear washed over me.
“Hyung, wait, ah, ugh…!”
Han Jinheon gave me no leeway at all. As soon as the temperature of the gel and my skin became similar and the liquid-coated hole became slick, he pushed one knuckle of his condom-clad middle finger in.
The narrow hole was full with just one knuckle, but Han Jinheon pushed another further into the wrinkled entrance. Even as it contracted and tightened as if it wouldn't accept it, he stubbornly inserted his finger and moved it. I guess this is why he said it would hurt. Just as he said, it stung.
“Ughh… It, it hurts.”
My face contorted in pain. It was only wet with gel; the area was not yet relaxed. Moreover, Han Jinheon’s fingers were twice as long and thick as others’, so it was bound to hurt.
Should I scream at him to be gentle since I’m a virgin? I seriously considered it, but of course, it wouldn’t work, so I decided against it. I'm starting to genuinely hate that Han Sol fooled around so promiscuously. Wouldn’t it be nice if he were a virgin like me?
Only I keep reminding myself, but I was a virgin. I was a complete and total newbie who had never experienced anything being inserted from behind, let alone being relaxed by another person. I don't know what to do, and I'm just frozen with fear, so there's no way it wouldn't hurt, even with this body.
When told to relax, I tense up more, and when told not to be nervous, I get more nervous. The funny thing is, every time I tense up, my inner walls wrap around his finger, stimulating myself. That stimulation connected to the point of contact, bringing a sharp pain.
“Haah, it hurts. It hurts, Hyung…”
“Shhh. Bear with it. This is only the first one, it’ll be a problem if you’re in this much pain already.”
“But it really, really hurts… Augh…”
“It’s just for a moment. This body has taken it before, so it’ll get better soon.”
'Will it really? Even if we share the same body, the one who knows how to make it feel good is Han Sol, not me.'
He has no way of knowing my inner thoughts, so he shows no mercy. Han Jinheon had, at some point, inserted his middle finger all the way and was now pressing against the contracted inner walls here and there.
It was hard enough to endure even when he was still, but then he added to the pain by forcibly stretching me from the inside, and now he pulled it out completely, leaving me empty.
“Haah… Ugh, euk!”
And again, before the small hole could close, he shoved it in to the knuckle. It’s hard to breathe, and my breaths are becoming short. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead, but Han Jinheon couldn't see it from behind me.
“I told you to stay still. If you relax properly while I’m prepping you, it won’t hurt as much.”
When I squirmed slightly, obstructing his hand, he mercilessly pressed down on the small of my back, keeping only my b*tt raised as he continued the fingering. He even spat saliva onto my private parts, lacking a free hand to squeeze more gel.
I'll accept this situation, but I'm not without complaints.
'If you're going to do it anyway, can't you be gentle? At least kiss me, instead of keeping my face shoved into the sheets like this.'
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