The body I had trapped beneath my arm was smaller and thinner than I thought. The excessively slender frame suited Ha Yeoul so well that it made me laugh.
Every time I called, “Ha Yeoul,” his tightly shut eyelids would quiver. When the kisses grew longer, his breath would catch and a flush of heat would rise in his face. When I pulled my lips away to let him breathe, his shallow chest would rise and fall rapidly. Pitifully so.
The hand that had been wandering over the sheet hesitated and pushed against my shoulder. The edges of his white skin were all tinged with red. The force with which he pushed my shoulder with his reddish, feverish fingertips was, as always, insignificant. So much so that it made me wonder if he truly wanted to push me away.
As a laugh escaped through our pressed lips, his closed eyelids slowly lifted, revealing the hidden eyes. The heat-tinged pupils sparkled. The gentle eyes, holding a mixture of slight shame, excitement, and pleasure, met mine.
When I pulled my lips away and placed a light kiss on them, his open eyelids softly closed again. The long lashes cast a shadow beneath his closed eyes. His pale face, flushed with heat, gained vitality, and the long, lowered lashes added a touch of sorrow. The seemingly different moods blended together to create a sensuality.
As if possessed, I lowered my lips and took his pale skin into my mouth, and the sweet scent rising from his flesh filled my senses. Each time I sucked on his skin and grazed it with my teeth, a groaning sound escaped his sealed lips. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, his flat chest in succession, and when I took a light-pink n*pple into my mouth, Ha Yeoul’s hips jolted.
The hand that had been scratching the sheet pushed at my head. I paid it no mind and moved my tongue wildly. I pressed the tip of my tongue against the protruding n*pple, then nipped at it with my teeth, and a moan burst from Ha Yeoul’s lips each time.
“Sto— Stop…! Ah… Nngh—”
I placed a lingering kiss on his rapidly rising and falling chest and moved my lips again. I kissed his soft stomach, then his sunken navel, in turn.
My lips, moving down steadily, stopped on his smooth pubic bone, which was devoid of a single hair. I licked it gently with the tip of my tongue, then scraped it with my teeth.
“Hah—Ah! No, don’t… Nngh—”
I entwined my fingers with Ha Yeoul’s, which had reached down, and moved my lips again. I extended my tongue and licked at his firmly er*ct glans, which was leaking pre-c*m. Ha Yeoul’s twitching body went rigid in an instant. The grip of his hand, tangled with my fingers, tightened.
“Yeoul-ah.”
“Heuk— Ah…! Wait, wai, t…”
I spread his thighs wide and scanned him as if admiring a view. Ha Yeoul pulled his hand free and brought it down, trying to hide his body somehow. I grabbed his small hand and took his tiny p*nis into my mouth, and Ha Yeoul’s body trembled. He had seemed listless after coming once, but it was a relief that he was getting aroused again.
I moved my tongue more wildly than the first time. With every movement of my head, wet, sucking sounds echoed. Ha Yeoul pushed at my head, then tangled his fingers in my hair, then gripped the sheets again. The knuckles of his clenched hand stood out sharply.
Just as he seemed about to c*m, I released the swollen p*nis from my mouth and pushed his thighs up to his chest, revealing the hidden part of him. Tear-filled eyes turned to me. Ha Yeoul’s face was dyed red with shame. He untangled his hand from mine and hid his flushed face.
I licked the length of his shaft, then took his small t*sticles into my mouth and rolled them around. Each time, Ha Yeoul’s body jolted, unable to withstand the stimulation. His p*rineum was slickly wet with the saliva that trickled down from his t*sticles. Even the small, hidden hole.
“Yeoul-ah.”
I dropped a series of small kisses and called his name, and a small reply, “Nng,” flowed from his lips, which had only been letting out pained moans. “Yeoul-ah, Yeoul-ah,” I called his name, gave his wet p*rineum a long lick, and then placed the tip of my tongue on his tightly closed hole.
“Hngh— Ah! No, don’t… Don’t do it. Kangwoo, Kangwoo, yah…!”
He freed the hands covering his face, and his urgent voice, calling my name, rang out. His tear-streaked face was still tangled with shame. That sight strangely ignited a fire in me.
“It’ll hurt if I don’t.”
“Hng, no… I don’t want… this— Hmph…”
“It’s okay. It’s not weird.”
His tear-filled voice was mixed with curses. A laugh escaped me at the low mumble of “Damn it, crazy bastard.”
I pressed my tongue again, licking between the folds, and Ha Yeoul’s body quivered. The finger that had been lingeringly rubbing his p*rineum pushed between the tightly sealed hole and entered, and Ha Yeoul’s hips twisted.
“Yeoul-ah.”
I gently licked the hole that had swallowed my finger, then moved my body up, revealing his tear-streaked face. My name flowed from the lips that were panting with sobs. “Kangwoo-yah.”
At Ha Yeoul’s call, heat spread from my chest. It was a ticklish sensation that I could clearly identify.
When I kissed his parted lips, they fit together as if they were made to. Unlike his dry lips from all the panting, the inside of his mouth was hot and wet.
I pushed my tongue in as if to soothe him and slowly moved my finger, and Ha Yeoul, who had been trembling, reached out and clung to me. His quickly aroused body was hot.
I tangled with his tongue, which had been frozen as if stiff, and then traced his even teeth. I also gave the mucous membrane inside his mouth a lingering lick, and a “Hng, hngh—” moan escaped from the back of his throat. As I pushed another finger into the softly pliant hole, the inner walls quivered and clung to my fingers.
The slow thrusting picked up speed. Sloppy, wet sounds echoed, and moans shattered even within our unseparated mouths. When I found and ground down on the prostate hidden deep inside, Ha Yeoul’s closed eyes shot open. Both his inner wall and Ha Yeoul's body trembled with pleasure.
“Ah— Ah…! There, it’s, strange. Stop… I want to stop—”
I pulled our lips apart and kissed Ha Yeoul’s face all over as he shook his head. Each time I pressed down on the spot I had confirmed with my fingertips a few more times, pleasure spread across Ha Yeoul’s face. His p*nis, which had gone limp, stood erect again, dripping a cloudy fluid.
“Hh— Ah…! Nngh, stop…! Ah—”
Moans continuously burst from his parted lips. Ha Yeoul seemed surprised by his own reactions, but then he would tremble with pleasure again, clinging to my neck. He rubbed his sweaty forehead against mine and whispered, “Stop, stop.”
I pulled out the fingers that had been stretching and stirring his inner walls and positioned myself between his legs. A sense of anxiety crept into his wet eyes.
“Ha Yeoul.”
When I called his name, the arms wrapped around my neck slid away. As soon as his arms fell, the warmth vanished.
“Yeoul-ah.”
I sat up a bit more and met his eyes. His pupils, filled to the brim with tears, wavered. As Ha Yeoul slowly blinked, the collected moisture rolled down the corner of his eye. I reached out and wiped his wet face, and he turned his head, leaning his cheek into my palm.
The moment his slowly blinking eyelids closed, I lined up the head of my p*nis with the edge of his parted hole. As the tight opening swallowed the glans, Ha Yeoul’s flushed face contorted in pain.
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A squelching sound echoed. As did the sound of skin rubbing against skin.
His slender calves, draped over my shoulders, trembled limply. On his soft stomach, slick fluid was scattered in dots, adding to the obscenity. A hoarse sound flowed from between his red, swollen lips.
“Haa…! Nngh— Ah…! Kang, Kangwoo—yah…! Stop—”
His white hand pushed against my chest, then slid off weakly, again and again. His flexibly arched back and the occasional fine tremors of his inner thighs continuously captured my gaze.
“Hh— Ah…! Ah, wait— I’m—”
A watery liquid dripped from the tip of his hard p*nis. At his umpteenth clim*x, Ha Yeoul’s face flushed red again. His body, sensitized by clim*x, trembled and the inner walls clung to me every time I thrust inside.
“Ah! Wait…! Ah— Kangwoo-yah, wait—”
I knew he was sensitive, but I feigned ignorance and slammed into him forcefully, and Ha Yeoul finally burst into tears. Overwhelmed by the excessively strong pleasure, Ha Yeoul sobbed, his body trembling.
I lowered my raised upper body, wiped his sweaty forehead, and kissed him. His closed eyelids lifted, revealing his wet eyes.
“Hngh, it hurts… it hurts— Stop… stop it.”
“Does it only hurt?”
“Hah… Nngh— I don’t know, I don’t know… stop, ah!”
His flushed cheeks and hot body temperature were pleasing. After kissing his face a few more times, I changed positions and lifted Ha Yeoul’s body onto mine. I made him sit down hard on my p*nis, which had halfway slipped out, and his parted lips trembled, unable to even let out a moan.
Sitting on my thighs, Ha Yeoul trembled. The hands gripping my shoulders scratched at my skin.
“Hmph… Crazy… Ah…! It hurt… Nngh!”
I grabbed his slender waist and slowly thrusted up, deliberately missing his prostate as I ground into him. As pleasure failed to spread, resentment crept into Ha Yeoul’s eyes as he opened them.
“It hurt… it hurts…! Ah— there… Heuu—”
Unable to finish his sentence, Ha Yeoul shook his head. His p*nis, hard once again, bobbed below his navel. I reached out and stroked his p*nis, slick with pre-c*m.
“Heuu— Ah…! No… Ah…!”
“Kiss me, Yeoul-ah.”
“Crazy, crazy bastard…! Ah— Hh, stop… stop, it—”
As I rubbed the indented tip of the glans and stroked the shaft, his small body trembled. An endless stream of heated moans and breaths escaped his parted lips.
“Hngh, you bad… bad bastard……. Hng…… Ah…! What do I do—”
I pulled away from the headboard I was leaning on and hugged Ha Yeoul, and his exhausted body went limp in my arms. But then, as if I had penetrated too deeply, his body trembled and his hips rose.
He rubbed his sweaty forehead against my neck, then clumsily brought his mouth to mine. A small tongue entered between my lips and moved awkwardly. It chased my own tongue as I teasingly avoided it, rubbing against it.
“It hurts… it hurts… Kangwoo-yah— Haa…”
“Should I make you feel good?”
I whispered, kissing his earlobe. Ha Yeoul paused for a moment, then gave a small nod. A laugh escaped me on its own. "What should I do with you?" To my whisper, instead of answering, Ha Yeoul wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.
The slow movements of my hips gradually became more intense, and Ha Yeoul’s back arched gracefully. The room filled with a mix of tear-filled moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Just as the p*nis rubbing against my stomach spewed a watery liquid once more, I too came deep inside Ha Yeoul’s body. As the sem*n gushed out, filling his insides, Ha Yeoul’s body trembled and he sobbed.
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