“Right here? This good?”
Lying on his side, his body overlapping hers, Su-ho slipped a hand behind the back of one of Da-woon's knees and, holding him in that obscenely exposed position, drove deep inside.
“Hngh, nngh! Ah, ah...!”
Da-woon, his back pressed against Su-ho's chest, twisted his body and panted at the violent stimulation. The fire of the heat showed no sign of dying down, even after hours had passed.
The window, which had been bright with daylight, was now a pitch-black predawn cloaked in darkness. Except for the brief moment Da-woon had passed out, the heat on the bed had never once had a chance to cool, swirling hot and unrelenting.
Su-ho bit down on the reddened curve of Da-woon's ear and stroked the lean belly that he had filled so full of himself. Every time he thrust his hips up, Da-woon's lower abdomen bulged out, as though Su-ho could feel his own shape pressing through it, and that drove Su-ho even wilder.
Thank god my pretty one's an Esper.
There wasn't much flesh on him, but the lean body was unexpectedly firm with muscle, and it didn't seem like it would break easily. Sure, it was their first time, so he couldn't cram himself in to the root, but if he did this a hundred, a thousand times, he'd be able to push in deep enough that his balls touched that softly rounded behind.
“Haa-ugh...!”
He lifted one of Da-woon's legs and slammed hard into the deep spot, and Da-woon's cock spurted a thin fluid. The blanket had long since gone damp with both their release.
“Think you can take more?”
Su-ho chewed on Da-woon's earlobe in a voice feverish with heat. He himself could go for days on end, but he worried Da-woon's body might give out.
“Why do your heats come so often? And your body's so weak, too.”
Slowly lowering the leg he'd raised, he gently wrapped his arms around the body caught up in the urge to release. He loved the sound of Da-woon's ragged breathing as he moaned softly, so he buried his face against Da-woon's shoulder and pressed their cheeks together.
The pulse throbbing in Da-woon's throat carried through to his cheek. Just his heartbeat and the sound of his breathing felt like enough to bring Su-ho to the edge.
“Haa... my pretty one....”
Su-ho pulled out the cock that had gone in more than halfway and spread the damp cleft of Da-woon's behind. Kneading the plump cheeks that filled his hand so softly, he wedged himself into the deep crevice between them.
He rubbed the tip of his glans a few times over the swollen, puffy entrance, then began to move his hips as if thrusting. Each time he pushed, Da-woon's lean body slid up and away.
Su-ho pulled the displaced Da-woon back and caged him in his arms, putting force into each heavy snap of his hips. As the repeated friction made the space between his cheeks burn hot, Da-woon began to whimper as if he were actually being penetrated.
“Ugh, nngh...! Ah....”
Even just the weight of that erect cock was a considerable pressure. The spot rubbing against it, slick with semen, didn't hurt, but the overwhelming sensation remained.
Just as the oversensitized area started to sting, hot semen poured over his slender waist. Su-ho had released just as much as Da-woon, yet his amount hadn't lessened in the slightest.
Su-ho pressed his lips to Da-woon's semen-drenched waist, savoring the afterglow. Listening to that thick breathing, Da-woon too basked in the pleasure spreading through his whole body and refilled his short breaths.
“Why's your skin so soft?”
I'm going to melt. I really am.
Sweeping his lips across Da-woon's waist while his hand caressed his thigh, Su-ho smiled. At the touch, more delicate and tender than a blade of grass cradling mountain mist, a grin kept slipping out of him.
The lips that had been raining kisses along the curve of his waist traveled down to his behind, the one place where flesh had gathered.
“Mmnh....”
Maybe the sensation of being licked tickled, because Da-woon twisted his body. Then he reached an arm out toward Su-ho, his lips parting and closing.
“What is it? Want me to give you something?”
Su-ho remembered the way those lips had moved when Da-woon was thirsty, and went to get him some water.
“Not this?”
But when he held the wooden water pail to Da-woon's chin, Da-woon turned his head away with a dazed expression. What he wanted wasn't water.
Moving his hand slowly, Da-woon wrapped it around Su-ho's neck. The lips that had been parting as if in longing soon swallowed up Su-ho's lower lip. A tongue slid in naturally, tangling with his, and a deep kiss followed.
Whether from the influence of Su-ho's strong pheromones, Da-woon's body flared up at once. His exhausted flesh had been so drained of strength that he didn't even have the energy to clutch the blanket, but his lower half was another story.
“Ha, ah...!”
And Su-ho, joined with the one he loved for the first time, had no room left to be considerate of Da-woon. He plunged into him as much as Da-woon wanted and let his desire spill out wherever his heart carried it. Only up to the level Da-woon's body could bear.
“Hngh...!”
The wall Da-woon had been staring at gave way to the ceiling in his view. Laid flat on his back by a large hand, he gazed up at the heavy body sinking between his legs and trembled.
The pressure of Su-ho spreading his hole to its limit and pressing into the tender inner walls choked the breath out of him again. It was a size he simply could not get used to. If the heat hadn't numbed his mind, he'd have been terrified that his insides might tear apart from taking him in.
But before he could even register the pain, a far greater pleasure came surging in. Along with a wet, squelching sound, excessive stimulation repeated until his lower half tingled.
Twisting his body and spilling moans that boiled with heat, Da-woon surrendered to the pleasure without a single thought. His head, which had been heavy with all kinds of thoughts right up until he opened his eyes and nearly closed them again, lifted so light it felt like it might touch the ceiling.
Even as his breath kept catching from his belly being filled to the brim, at the same time he felt a strange sensation, as if his airway had been opened. And one more thing.
“Ha, who....”
Bracing a hand on the sheets, Su-ho lifted his upper body and quickened his pace, eyes screwed shut. Because of it, Da-woon's words crumbled apart, never forming into speech, dissolving into a moan instead.
As his pace quickened, the penetration grew a little deeper too. He couldn't manage to drive himself all the way to the root, but the range of the thick shaft Da-woon swallowed gradually widened.
“Haa....”
Each time he drew his hips back, the inner walls flinched and quivered as if convulsing, and Su-ho's head went dizzy too. The veins straining at his neck gave off the savage air of a predator on the verge of a hunt.
His white eyes, holding onto reason only barely by the grace of the bird's feather, took on a burning heat. He spread Da-woon's fingers apart, lacing them with his own, and took the panting lips into his mouth.
The tongue that reflexively followed welcomed Su-ho and met him fiercely. For Da-woon's sake, who held his breath each time Su-ho ground into him, Su-ho slowed his pace and rolled his hips slowly.
At that, a sweet, melting moan spilled out from between their deeply joined lips. At the cock that wouldn't push in enough and instead slid slowly out, Da-woon whimpered with a desperate, longing face.
You'll just hurt if I push in harder.
Su-ho drew his hips far back, then changed position with only the tip of his glans barely hooked at the entrance. Lifting Da-woon's waist with one arm, he raised his upper body along with him so he could breathe more easily.
Then he accidentally lost his grip on Da-woon's waist. His hand had gone slippery with semen.
“Ah-!”
Da-woon, dropped while his upper body was still upright, let out a shrill scream. The cock that had only been hooked at the entrance by its tip drove all the way down past the root in one go, carried by Da-woon's own weight.
At the same time, a near-watery fluid spurted from Da-woon's cock. Tipping his head back at the stimulation that went beyond all limits, Da-woon couldn't close his mouth.
Su-ho was just as startled. Snapped back to his senses by Da-woon's short scream, he could do nothing but watch as Da-woon trembled in his arms and legs.
“Ah, ah...!”
When Su-ho went to touch his body, Da-woon flinched and shook his head, dribbling out thin fluid in fitful little spurts.
“S-stop... stop, please....”
At the shock of being pierced all the way to his guts, the heat of the heat finally subsided.
Having spilled itself dry, Da-woon's shrunken cock curled in on itself as if frightened. With his hands braced behind his hips and his knees splayed open, Da-woon didn't move a muscle. Feeling the place where they were locked together without a gap, he barely managed to keep his ragged breathing going.
“I'm sorry... I'm really sorry.”
Out of guilt for having hurt Da-woon, Su-ho stayed frozen like a statue until Da-woon moved first. Watching Da-woon suffer, his own heat gradually died down, and thanks to that, Da-woon could at least breathe somewhat properly.
Raising both arms to signal that he wouldn't lay a hand on him, Su-ho waited a long while for Da-woon's pain to ease. Around the time Da-woon shifted his hips on his own, trying to right his posture, Su-ho quickly took hold of him and carefully laid him down.
“Hngh....”
When the deeply buried cock was pulled out, Da-woon flinched and buried his face in the sheets. At the sensation of his inner walls being dragged out along with it, his stomach turned over.
“Does it hurt a lot? Want some water?”
Su-ho felt below to check whether there was any bleeding, then propped a pillow under the head of the panting Da-woon.
After confirming that Da-woon no longer flinched at his touch, he carefully inspected him all over. If only there were some medicinal herb to bring the swelling down. Clicking his tongue inwardly at the unfamiliar surroundings, Su-ho lay down on the bed alongside the prone Da-woon.
“Are you asleep?”
He pressed close to Da-woon, still focused on the ragged breathing. He didn't seem to have fallen asleep yet.
“If there's anything you need, tell me. I'll get it all for you.”
He whispered softly against the ear of the prone Da-woon. Su-ho didn't know what ordinary humans did when they were hurt.
Maybe there's some other way, since he's an Esper. As he worried, gently stroking the wet chestnut hair, Da-woon slowly turned his head.
In the darkness, not a single light switched on, their gazes locked at once. The glittering white eyes drew the attention without him even having to search for them.
What is it that shines so white like that?
A teardrop clinging to the long lashes soaked into the pillow. Once the tears had dried completely, the unfamiliar man's face came into view even more clearly.
Through his hazy consciousness, Da-woon's gaze traced over Su-ho's face.
“Who... are you....”
A cracked voice leaked out from between the faintly parting wet lips. At that fractured sound, like something forced out through a narrow, cramped hole, Su-ho murmured low and stroked the reddened corners of Da-woon's eyes.
“Baek Su-ho.”
Caressing Da-woon's eyes as they slowly began to drift shut, his lips against the tooth-marked ear, he introduced himself.
“The man who's going to be your husband.”
