Chapter 46

Shin’s thighs locked with rigid tension, the dense musculature bulging visibly beneath the skin. In order to swallow more of the shaft, Se-woong looped both arms around the backs of those thick thighs. The grip tangled in his hair grew steadily tighter.

No matter how wide he opened his throat, swallowing more than half was impossible. Even flattening his tongue to carve out extra space, there was simply nowhere left to accommodate that bulk. As he sucked the glans deep into his pharynx, the thighs in his embrace turned to granite.

“Euk!”

“Mmph… move,” Se-woong mumbled around the thick intrusion.

The moment permission was granted, Shin began rocking his hips in a measured rhythm. Still clinging to some semblance of restraint, his thrusts were not yet frantic. Between lips stretched to their absolute capacity, the shaft repeatedly vanished half-deep before sliding back into view.

“Woong-ah, you have to open wider,” Shin urged, panting against his temples. “How else can I move? Haa… did you forget already?”

When Se-woong shook his head vehemently, Shin bit his lower lip and smiled. Looking down at the flushed face gazing up with eyes upturned while taking him so completely into his mouth, whatever composure Shin had left shattered entirely.

With a faint twitch of his lips, Shin drove his hips upward with sudden force. Even amidst the haze of dizzying heat, he could feel Se-woong straining to relax his throat further, oblivious to how thoroughly that selfless effort drove a man out of his mind.

Loud, wet sounds of colliding flesh filled the quiet living room, punctuated by muffled groans caught in the back of Se-woong’s throat.

A prickling itch surged through Se-woong’s lower abdomen, making him unwittingly rock his hips against the sofa cushions.

He was the one servicing Shin to help him finish, so why was his own body burning with such desperate frustration?

Not my mouth… not with my mouth… Just as that unfinished plea spun through his dazed head, Shin’s grip in his hair tightened as if to yank it out by the roots. Burying the shaft to the very back of his throat, Shin halted his hips, folding his upper body down to lock Se-woong in an iron embrace as his glutes locked rock-solid.

In an explosive instant, scalding semen flooded Se-woong’s mouth.

“Haa, haa… Woong-ah, open your mouth.” Shin steadied his trembling breath, smoothing his thumb over Se-woong’s parted lips.

Shin always wanted to peer inside Se-woong’s mouth after coming, eager to inspect the residue of his seed, though he harbored a fixation on looking into his mouth at all times anyway.

Rubbing the still-rigid head against Se-woong’s tongue a few times, Shin extended a palm beneath his chin.

Extending his open palm beneath Se-woong’s chin, Shin urged, “Spit it here.”

Shin demanded that he spit the ejaculate onto his bare palm. Se-woong complied without resistance, expelling the seminal fluid mingled with saliva into Shin’s hand. The milky, viscous liquid drew slender threads as it transferred from mouth to skin.

Having spat out the fluid, Se-woong massaged his jaw joint with one hand, opening and closing his mouth to ease the cramp.

“Does your jaw hurt?” Shin asked softly.

“Yeah. It’s been a while.”

What on earth in that brief exchange could possibly have served as a trigger? Shin’s erection flared with renewed vigor, rearing its head once more.

Having traded positions with Se-woong before anyone realized, Shin smeared the warm fluid from his palm down across Se-woong’s perineum. Moving to the bedroom would have provided lubricant and condoms, but neither possessed the patience to cross the mere dozen steps to the bed. Just as Se-woong had said, it had been far too long.

Se-woong’s state of mind was hardly any different. While his stamina might fall short of Shin’s boundless vitality, as a man of similar age, he understood that desire intimately. Above all, he genuinely loved making love with Shin.

As Shin stroked his fingers along the perineum, Se-woong parted his thighs in natural compliance.

Pausing with his fingers at the entrance, Shin inquired, “Should I get the lube?”

“Forget the lube.” Se-woong tugged his shoulders urgently. “Shin, hurry.”

Wrapping both legs around Shin’s waist, Se-woong pulled him closer. Answering the invitation, Shin grasped one sleek leg and hoisted it upward. The diagonal angle conveniently eased the path for penetration.

“Haa-eu…” Se-woong sighed softly.

Drifting down from the soft curves, Shin’s fingers expertly massaged the pleated folds. The slight twitch of the tight, puckered entrance spurred a ravenous impatience in his blood.

Shin’s middle finger slid smoothly inside. Breaching the internal walls that clamped tight enough to sever the digit, he worked inward knuckle by knuckle, the dry, tender mucosa clinging stubbornly to his skin.

The seminal fluid smeared over the perineum was far from sufficient to wet the interior, and the unyielding passage resisted any easy withdrawal. Pulling his finger free, Shin coated it with a generous dollop of his own saliva before pushing it back inside.

Clutching Shin’s broad back, Se-woong pleaded, “Put more in, quickly. Please, Shin.”

“Don’t badger me,” Shin rasped, pressing his forehead down. “I’m far more desperate than you are.”

Se-woong tilted his hips to help Shin carve an easier path inside him.

This was a moment he had feared would never come again over the past few months. Whenever he experienced a biological urge, the crushing realization that he might never touch Shin again or share his warmth would instantly deflate his erection. After that happened several times, all desire had evaporated entirely in recent days. He had even wondered if he might become completely impotent, yet he hadn’t cared in the slightest.

Breathing heavily, Shin withdrew his wet fingers and aligned his swollen cock against the entrance. Gnawing on his lower lip, he drove his hips forward. The massive, thick erection was swallowed into the tight passage fraction by fraction.

“Eu-heuk! Haa…” Se-woong threw his head back as the stretch overwhelmed him.

Se-woong drew in a sharp, shuddering breath as the massive erection filled his core. Alongside the acute ache that felt as though his tailbone were splitting in two, an intense, suffocating gratification welled up. It was distinct from mere physical pleasure. Pleasure would follow soon enough; what consumed him right now was pure, absolute fulfillment.

“Shin… Shin. Haa-eu—!” Se-woong whimpered under the crushing fullness.

Shin remained motionless after sinking fully inside. Instead, he dipped his head low to torment Se-woong’s nipples, nipping with teeth, sealing with lips, and teasing with his tongue while his fingers subjected the other peak to the same relentless attention.

Between the immense fullness stretching his insides and the barrage of stimulation raining over his chest, Se-woong’s vision blurred with dizzying heat. Tears tracked steadily from the corners of his eyes. Whenever arousal overwhelmed him, tears spilled regardless of his will, and the tip of his nose turned bright red.

“Cha Se-woong.” Shin shuddered, his grip bruising into hip bone.

Shin drew his hips back, letting the thick shaft slide nearly to the entrance.

“Cha Se-woong,” Shin rasped through clenched teeth.

Then he slammed his hips forward with all his strength, burying himself to the root.

Driving his hips upward in relentless rhythm, Shin groaned, “Se-woong-ah.”

Gripping his partner’s pelvic bones with both hands, Shin drove his hips with unbridled abandon. Hoisting Se-woong’s lower body off the leather, he repeatedly buried the immense length that Se-woong’s mouth had failed to fully swallow into the tight, yielding heat. Unsatisfied that the long hiatus kept Se-woong from taking him to the hilt, Shin poured even more ferocious momentum into each thrust. The internal walls, which had initially dragged dry and tight against every stroke, gradually grew slick and drenched with an abundance of pre-ejaculatory fluid.

“Eut! You’re completely back… right?” Shin demanded between ragged breaths.

“Ah! Ah-eu… it’s so good. It feels so good, Shin-ah, heut!” Se-woong writhed beneath him, clinging to his biceps.

“I’m losing my mind,” Shin snarled, slamming his hips in deep. “You’re driving me completely insane, Cha Se-woong.”

“Sh-Shin! Too deep—!”

The wet, violent slap of colliding flesh was subsumed beneath a raw, shattering pressure that felt as if his pelvis were splitting wide open. This was far more than lovemaking for the sake of pleasure. Shin was desperate to confirm, desperate to reassure, staking an undeniable claim that there was no turning back now. Gripping Se-woong’s rigidly erect shaft with painful intensity, Shin stroked it in unison with his frantic thrusts.

“Shin, ha-euk! Slower, just a little slower, okay?” Se-woong pleaded, his voice cracking.

“I can’t.” Shin shook his head, hips hammering relentlessly. “I can’t do that.”

Withdrawing until only the swollen crown caught at the entrance, Shin drove back in with punishing force. With every stroke, watching the aperture stretch wider to engulf his thickness was mesmerizing. Whatever sensory storm raged inside Se-woong, the internal walls enveloping Shin’s cock fluttered and spasmed in violent tremors.

Shin hammered upward frantically until all coherent thought bleached pure white, yet red flashed behind his eyelids. By the time they hurtled toward the crest of their climax, both their minds and their vision dissolved into absolute, pitch-black oblivion.

Through the narrow gap in the drawn blackout curtains, the pale, hazy light of dawn was quietly breaking.

Se-woong meticulously drew the duvet over Shin’s broad shoulders, covering the back left completely bare in his slumber. Because the naturally warm-blooded host kept the thermostat set low, the exposed skin felt cool to the touch. Shin rarely fell ill, but whenever sickness did strike, he suffered terribly, and coming down with an unseasonal cold would make things agonizing.

Around the bed, the stark remnants of the previous night’s intimacy lay strewn about. Dumbfounded at the state of the disheveled bedroom, Se-woong buried his face in his drawn-up knees. He had no recollection of showering, yet his skin was clean and dry.

With Shin’s departure for work fast approaching, the time left to let him sleep was painfully short. Wishing Shin could rest even a few minutes longer, Se-woong had simply meant to watch quietly, yet his hand unconsciously reached out. The thick, fine strands of hair wound softly between his fingers.

The short haircut suited him excessively well. At times, the fact that this military buzz suited him so perfectly had made Se-woong anxious.

“That’s why you need to keep thinking about what you like, Cha Se-woong. It’s a form of training too—practice enough, and you’ll get better at it.”

Contrary to Shin’s advice to constantly think about what he loved, Se-woong had continually fixated on misery. A life without Shin; a protracted relationship that had finally met its demise; a love he could neither conclude nor sustain. Dwelling on those thoughts, he had drowned in relentless sorrow.

Yet if neither of us could find happiness, then yes… ending this farce would be the right choice.

It was all too easy to envision the moment he became an obstacle in Shin’s future. Could he shamelessly demand that Shin endure hardship in the face of such adversity? Truthfully, he still lacked the confidence to do so.

Yet he could serve as a cushion to soften Shin’s burdens. Whenever and wherever needed, he could gather Shin into his embrace and grant him a haven to rest. That was something he was certain he could do.

He loved Shin so much that the road ahead felt dauntingly bleak.

“Shin-ah, wake up. You need to wash up and get ready for work,” Se-woong whispered softly.

At the low whisper, Shin’s eyelids fluttered open. Mirrored within those dark irises, Se-woong’s own reflection looked precariously happy.