Chapter 17

“…No.” The single syllable came out surprisingly low and raspy. Taking a slow breath, Je-hee softened his expression and met Si-woon’s eyes. “I want to see your face. And promise me you’ll tell me the second anything hurts—don’t try to grit your teeth and endure it.”

“I promise,” Si-woon murmured, nodding. The last thing he wanted was to make Je-hee worry.

Settling closer between his knees, Je-hee looked down in silence for a moment before uncapping the gel. From his angle against the pillows, Si-woon couldn’t see exactly what Je-hee was looking at, which only made his skin burn hotter until Je-hee let out a quiet breath and touched him.

“Ngh—”

Cool lubricant spread across the tight ring of muscle, warming quickly as Je-hee’s fingertips massaged the surrounding skin in unhurried circles. When the tip of one slick finger finally pressed inward past the rim, however, Si-woon’s body tensed by sheer reflex, his muscles clamping down as if trying to push the intrusion back out even though his mind had invited it.

“Ugh, mnh.” Pressing his lips into a tight line so he wouldn’t flinch away, Si-woon stared at the ceiling. The finger had barely passed the first knuckle, yet the sensation felt utterly foreign—neither painful nor pleasurable, just an unsettling fullness he didn’t know how to categorize.

Feeling him stiffen, Je-hee paused at once and looked up with furrowed brows. “Should I take it out?”

“Mmph—no, it doesn’t hurt. Haah… please keep going.” Si-woon meant it, though the cold sweat gathering along his hairline clearly wasn’t convincing the man above him.

“Would you like me to touch you in front while I do this?” Je-hee asked gently.

“No… I can do that part myself.” Reaching down to wrap his own hand around his half-hard shaft, Si-woon began a steady, familiar stroke. As the warmth of his own palm kindled a recognizable pleasure in front, the stubborn tension in his lower body gradually eased, allowing Je-hee’s lubricated finger to slip past the second knuckle with far less resistance. Across Je-hee’s face, the tight worry visibly melted into relief.

“Nngh, ah… kgh.”

As pre-cum welled from the slit of Si-woon’s cock and trickled down over his fingers to mix with the gel below, every small movement inside him began to produce a quiet, wet squelch that sounded mortifyingly loud in the still bedroom. Though the fullness remained strange, his body had stopped fighting every motion on instinct.

“…How does it feel now?” Je-hee murmured, watching his expression closely.

“Haa… I’m still not really sure.” Letting go of his own shaft—afraid that if he kept stroking himself, he would come a second time before they even got to the main event—Si-woon tried to steady his breathing.

“Is that so?” Sounding mildly skeptical as he observed how hard Si-woon was still panting, Je-hee didn’t argue; instead, he squeezed out more gel, slipped a second finger alongside the first, and crooked them at a slightly upward angle.

“Ah, huup… ngh!”

Before Si-woon could stop himself, his hips bucked off the mattress, his hands flying out to clutch the sheets on either side. “Wait—something… feels strange right there.”

Deep inside his pelvis, an electric, tingling pressure radiated outward, making his inner walls clench spasmodically around Je-hee’s knuckles as his lower abdomen tightened with every ragged breath.

“Haah, ah…!” When Je-hee deliberately brushed his fingertips across that exact firm spot a second time, Si-woon’s spine arched. “There… hic, it feels too weird—”

“Want me to hold your cock while I touch you here?”

“No, I’m fi—hyik!”

The firm stroke across that internal bundle of nerves sent Si-woon’s voice pitching upward in a helpless cry. Sinking both fists into the mattress with his eyes squeezed shut, he couldn’t understand what was happening to his own body: Je-hee was only touching him inside, so why did every rub against that spot send a blinding jolt straight through the base of his untouched cock?

“Ah, Je-hee-ssi—!”

Before he could even finish calling the man’s name, a hot spurt of white arched from the tip of his untouched erection across his stomach. Around the finger condom still buried inside him, his rim contracted in rapid, involuntary pulses, each spasm sending another dizzying shock wave rippling through his belly until his vision went white at the edges.

“Ngh…!” As the aftershocks slowly subsided, Si-woon reached behind himself with a trembling hand and tugged the finger condom out with a soft pop, unable to look down as he felt the sensitized, swollen rim twitch around the trickling lubricant.

“…”

Above him, Je-hee had gone dead silent, his dark eyes fixed on the sight between Si-woon’s thighs with an intensity that made Si-woon’s face burn hotter than the orgasm itself. Rather than lie there being stared at for another second, Si-woon hooked his shaking legs around Je-hee’s waist and pulled him down.

“Now… please, hurry,” Si-woon whispered, his voice cracking with embarrassment and need as the heavy heat of Je-hee’s erection brushed against his slick entrance. “Stop looking and… put it in.”

“Haahk—”

“Ah…!”

Both of them gasped at the initial contact. Rolling a condom hurriedly down his shaft with slightly unsteady fingers, Je-hee braced one hand beside Si-woon’s hip and guided the blunt crown against the slick opening, pressing inward a fraction of an inch at a time.

“Ngh…” Even after the thorough preparation, the sheer girth stretching his rim open made Si-woon’s breath catch in his chest, a heavy, burning fullness settling deeper with every slow push.

“Si-woon-ssi, try to… breathe out and relax your hips a little—”

“Ah—!” Frightened by the sudden, overwhelming heat where their bodies joined, Si-woon’s legs had locked rigid without his meaning to, his hips instinctively edging backward up the mattress.

“Does it… ngh, hurt? Is it too much to take?” Je-hee’s jaw was tight with the strain of holding back mid-entry, yet instead of pressing forward, he slid a supporting arm beneath Si-woon’s lower back to steady him.

“It’s not… ngh, pain,” Si-woon panted, reaching up to grip the headboard with both hands as Je-hee eased deeper in a slow, wet glide. With Je-hee’s arm anchored securely beneath his spine, he couldn’t retreat even if he wanted to—and the truth was, he didn’t know whether he wanted to escape the sensation or pull it deeper.

“Ah—! Wait, hold on—!”

As the thick head slid past the tightest ring of muscle and brushed directly against that swollen internal spot from earlier, a sudden, helpless release spilled from Si-woon’s cock for a third time. Looking down in utter disbelief at how effortlessly his body had betrayed him again, Si-woon squeezed his eyes shut in mortification as Je-hee buried his face against the side of his neck and held him tight.

“Did it really feel that good… just having me all the way inside you?” Still sheathed to the hilt without moving, Je-hee murmured against his ear, his voice rough yet infuriatingly composed as he glanced down between their stomachs. “It’s still… coming out of you. Here I was worried sick because you looked like you were struggling—I’m glad.”

“Hngh, ah—!” When Je-hee slid his free hand down to wrap lightly around Si-woon’s oversensitive cock, Si-woon jolted upright and bit back a sob, feeling Je-hee’s warm tongue gently lick a stray tear from the outer corner of his eye. That sudden, heart-wrenching tenderness in the middle of such overwhelming sensation made Si-woon cling to his wrist. “Please… Je-hee-ssi—”

“Mm, I’m listening.”

“If you could just… kgh, take your hand off the front—ah!”

“Then instead of my hand… ngh, can I start moving inside you?”

Si-woon nodded frantically against the pillow. He still hadn’t fully adjusted to the heavy stretch inside him, yet having his spent, hypersensitive cock stroked at the same time was beyond human endurance.

“You won’t try to pull away from me, right?”

At any other time, being asked to promise over and over might have tested his patience; right now, Si-woon could only nod blindly.

“Good.” Pressing a kiss to his jaw, Je-hee began to withdraw and thrust in slow, measured strokes, watching Si-woon’s face—until he noticed the tight grimace Si-woon was fighting to hold back with his legs spread wide. Pausing with a faltering smile, Je-hee murmured, “…Is this angle uncomfortable? Do you want to turn over?”

“It’s hard to turn while we’re like this, so if you could pull out for just a second—”

Before Si-woon could finish the sentence, Je-hee wrapped both arms around his torso and eased him over onto his stomach without withdrawing an inch.

“Ah—!” The sudden rotation of Je-hee’s shaft inside him drove every breath from Si-woon’s lungs. From this new angle on his stomach, the thick length reached noticeably deeper against his front wall, sending a jolt of raw heat straight through his lower belly with every slow, heavy thrust.

“Ngh… ah, hah—” Si-woon gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets as his breath broke into fractured sobs.

Above him, Je-hee’s own composure was rapidly fraying, his chest pressing hot against Si-woon’s sweat-slicked spine as he groaned into his nape, “Ah… it feels… so good, Si-woon-ssi…”

“Ah—! Hngh, mh…” Whenever the blunt glans dragged across that internal ridge from behind, the pleasure was so sharp that Si-woon couldn’t tell where the ache ended and the ecstasy began.

“You’re not… ngh, biting your lip because it hurts, are you?” Je-hee panted against his shoulder blade.

“No… that’s… not why—!” Losing the rest of his reply in a high gasp, Si-woon buried his burning face deep into the pillow, desperate to muffle the shameless cries pouring out of his throat.

“Is the angle too steep?” Sounding almost innocent as he hooked an arm beneath Si-woon’s waist to lift his hips higher, Je-hee reached up with his other hand and tugged the pillow right out from under Si-woon’s face.

“N-no! Give the pillow back—!” Left grabbing at empty air with his wet face exposed, Si-woon flushed crimson as Je-hee slid the folded pillow neatly beneath his lower abdomen instead, propping his hips at an angle that made the wet sounds of their joining echo twice as loud across the room.

“This way won’t strain your lower back as much,” Je-hee murmured, before driving back in.

“P-please… hic, ngh, ahh…!”

“It’s all right, Si-woon-ah,” Je-hee whispered, kissing the damp hair at the nape of his neck over and over as his thrusts grew deeper and more urgent. Blinking through the tears blurring his vision, Si-woon felt his inner walls clench involuntarily around the scorching length inside him, clutching the pillow beneath his stomach with both hands as he wished—Even as his body threatened to come apart at the seams—that this closeness would never end.

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