TSSDNE Story 3 – Do Not Look into the Eyes (3)
by Brie“Jaeseong…”
“Ghk…”
He placed his hand weakly on Dohun’s back. His bloodshot eyes trembled as his lips moved.
“My body… give it back…”
Those sharp eyes overflowed with tears.
“M-my body… my… body…”
He repeated it over and over, scraping at his own skin with his nails. His ragged nails dug across his chest.
“Jaeseong.”
“Ah… hhh…”
“You’re Jaeseong, right?”
“My body… is tearing…”
The words cut off. And Dohun spoke to the thing that only said what it wanted to say.
“Hyung.”
Pretending to be Jaeseong like this, like this, and seducing him.
“It’s mine… I’m… ngh… going to take it…”
Jaeseong stretched his head forward. He pressed his face into Dohun’s collarbone. The sound of his lips attaching to his skin was explicit and wet.
He kissed him again and again.
“Nngh… hh… ah… nn…”
Using Jaeseong’s body, as if trying to repeat everything Dohun was doing to him.
Jaeseong’s back scraped against the floor as it lifted. His body shook. Moving up and down, he left heat and moisture smeared across Dohun’s skin. The more that heat stuck and peeled away, the more desperately Dohun wanted to move again.
Because Jaeseong was moving, his insides scraped along Dohun on their own. As if feeling it himself, he let out breathy moans.
“Ah… nngh!”
Ah, he couldn’t take it anymore. Dohun began moving with him. His cock thrust upward, slightly misaligned, and the tight walls kept squeezing him over and over. The sounds of him pounding inside, flesh sliding against flesh, and their tangled moans filled the room.
“Aahng… ah… ah… hhngh!”
He couldn’t hold back the urge to come anymore inside Jaeseong’s clenched body. The hole grew wetter. Fluid leaked out between his buttocks. At the same time, it looked as if Jaeseong’s stomach were swelling.
Dohun pulled his cock out of him. Water-thick fluid dripped heavily from the hole. Jaeseong’s head drooped to the side, his lips wet and glossy. He swallowed.
“It’s mine.”
“Hh… ah…”
“Do you know how hard I worked?”
Where are you trying to go?
The eyes staring up at him widened. Wet lashes blinked slowly. A new streak joined the tears already running down his face. Beneath the gaze fixed on him, Jaeseong’s lips moved.
“Give me… me…”
Dohun turned his gaze away from Jaeseong’s face. Something glinted in the darkness his eyes had finally adjusted to. He reached out and picked up the ring he hadn’t realized had fallen. He pushed it onto Jaeseong’s limp fingertip.
“No.”
Jaeseong wrapped his arms around Dohun’s back. Dohun was easily trapped inside the embrace. Yet even then, Jaeseong didn’t seem to know how to move his body. His fully erect cock scraped against Dohun’s stomach. The leftover fluid from an earlier release smeared across his skin.
Thin, watery liquid streaked down.
“My Jaeseong… you haven’t come yet, have you?”
“N-no…”
“It’s fine. I’m your boyfriend.”
If Jaeseong had already come once with him, then once he put his cock into his mouth, he’d come again. Dohun’s eyes curved in satisfaction. He guided his fingers downward and rubbed.
Now that he knew how to do it… Helping his lover was only natural.
Dohun paused in the middle of doing homework and opened a portal site.
Ghosts, possession, abandoned houses.
He searched, clicked through videos, then checked the time and returned to the main page.
He really should get back to his assignment…
A title caught his eye.
‘Sex with a ghost is dangerous.’
Should he… watch it?
His cursor was already hovering over the video.
Subtitles moved across the silently playing preview.
Sex with a ghost is said to be ecstatic.
It certainly had been ecstatic.
Dohun thought of Jaeseong.
The way he flipped over and choked on his own breaths while dripping from that hole, twitching around him…
The way he rolled his eyes back while welcoming his cock and leaking all over himself.
Ah.
Dangerous indeed.
Dohun pushed his laptop aside and collapsed forward onto his desk.
Even while following the moving captions with his eyes, his pants grew tight.
His breathing grew rough.
The video said that if a ghost keeps coming for you, you can’t escape and it drains your energy.
It was talking about experiencing it in dreams, but…
It was true that the feeling of that body kept coming back to him.
Staring blankly at the screen, he lowered his hand and grabbed himself through his pants.
The video claimed that male ghosts pretend to be women to seduce men, but none of it registered in his head.
Jaeseong, wait for me.
I’ll give it back.
Pulling his hand away, Dohun hurriedly changed clothes and headed to Jaeseong’s house.
Nothing had changed.
The villa looked old, and inside was still relatively clean.
A worn missing person poster was pasted on the wall surrounding the villa, but he walked past it without a glance.
“You’re here?”
Jaeseong quietly accepted his sudden visit. His skin looked dull.
Dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all.
Was he back?
Dohun looked around the room first. It was a complete mess.
“Jaeseong, guess who I am?”
He wrapped both arms around his waist. The body he couldn’t fully encircle went still. Through the loose T-shirt, he could see Jaeseong’s body. The reddish marks on his chest remained.
The traces he had left the previous night remained just as they were, and resisting the temptation was nearly impossible.
Dohun swallowed Jaeseong’s lips.
Even while panting, Jaeseong didn’t push him away.
Now Dohun understood the unfocused eyes. This wasn’t the real Jaeseong.
“Jaeseong, are you going to leave your boyfriend standing like this?”
Pretending to know nothing, Dohun stepped farther into his house.
The process was the same.
At seven, he spread out the bedding, and he and Jaeseong lay down with their heads toward the window.
And when he opened his eyes, those bloodshot eyes were in front of him.
Dohun gladly pulled him into his arms.
“Jaeseong.”
Rubbing their foreheads together and pressing their lips, he pushed down the waistband with his hand.
“I… don’t want to.”
Jaeseong pulled his body back, as if he knew exactly what was coming.
“I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I?”
“My… my body will break… I don’t want to…”
“I’m your boyfriend.”
Unless Jaeseong himself said he disliked it, there was no need to listen.
“I… I’m Jaeseong…”
The weak voice insisted he was Jaeseong.
But Dohun already knew he wasn’t.
The real Jaeseong would have slammed a rude attacker into the wall long before he had time to insist anything.
“Jaeseong.”
“Mm.”
“Where’s the ring?”
“I… don’t know.”
It was probably rolling around somewhere again.
Dohun had left his own ring behind that night, and Jaeseong’s ring must still be somewhere in this room.
He rubbed the empty finger with his thumb.
The memory of gripping Jaeseong’s ass was stronger now than the memory of slipping a ring onto him.
He wanted to shove himself inside right away.
Dohun smiled brightly.
“Looks like it rolled away while we were doing it last time.”
“Yeah.”
“If we keep doing it, won’t you remember?”
Anyway, this thing didn’t know how to use Jaeseong’s body.
So again, it didn’t resist at all while he undressed it.
While holding Jaeseong close, Dohun rubbed his cock against him.
Dohun hadn’t even taken his own clothes off, and yet the hole was already twitching.
Jaeseong’s body was waiting to take him in.
It must have recognized the cock that had already been inside once.
Dohun unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper.
There was no point wasting time, so he pulled everything down at once along with his drawers.
His exposed cock twitched toward the entrance.
He stroked the veined length with his hand.
He had rushed here so quickly he’d forgotten condoms, and putting it in raw seemed difficult.
But Jaeseong would probably take him anyway.
His gaze dropped.
Would it really tear this time?
He rubbed his cock against the opening.
Pretending not to know, he pressed and tapped, but it clearly wasn’t a size that would just slide in.
No choice then.
Dohun pushed his fingers into his mouth and rubbed them across his tongue.
He hadn’t thought he would ever do something like this.
But it was for Jaeseong.
With fingers wet from sucking, Dohun pushed them straight into Jaeseong’s lower hole.
“Nnnh……”
It was a familiar sensation.
The inner walls clung tightly to his fingers.
It felt too tight.
When he slid them in and out as if stroking inside, the hole gaped faintly.
He wondered how it would feel with his own thing.
It wouldn’t loosen properly at this level anyway.
As he slowly spread his fingers, the inside tightened even more rapidly.
Jaeseong twitched.
“Nngh.”
Dohun pulled his fingers out.
He stroked his cock and stared at the hole.
His saliva smeared across the shaft.
A cock dangling helplessly outside was pitiful, wasn’t it?
Even if it was a bit tight, Jaeseong could take it.
He had last time, after all.
He would just put the tip in first.
This much was enough.
Dohun lined the head of his cock with Jaeseong’s entrance.
Then he pushed, hard.
“Gghhk, hhh, ngh!”
“Ah, ngh…”
As the head disappeared inside him, Jaeseong arched his back and convulsed.
The endlessly tightening insides refused to let go.
But the stimulation thrilled him.
Dohun’s first time had already been like this.
Panting, he moved his hips little by little.
“Ah, aaangh!”
Each thrust into the hole made Jaeseong curl inward.
He didn’t even know how to lift his hips, only letting his ass rise as it was pulled by the cock buried in him.
“H-Heuk, hngh, nngh!”
On the floor, Jaeseong’s cock scraped and leaked thin spurts of fluid.
Without realizing it, Dohun grabbed it.
A sound escaped him belatedly.
“Ah.”
Dohun shook Jaeseong’s cock.
The dripping leak wasn’t the only thing getting wet.
Dohun’s hand, wrapped around it, grew sticky too.
Fluid dripped down between his fingers.
“Did you finish already?”
With the hand covered in Jaeseong’s release, he grabbed his own cock.
Then, keeping himself inside, he used his fingers to pull the hole open.
“Hnnghk!”
Dohun’s cock plunged deeper into Jaeseong.
The sound of flesh dragging against flesh echoed as he thrust.
The walls gripped the cock smeared with Jaeseong’s fluid and made a slick, squelching sound.
Jaeseong’s body jolted and bounced upward again and again.
Unable to take it, he twisted his body.
His pale ass rubbed against Dohun’s hips.
His balls were crushed by the movement of Jaeseong’s buttocks.
Even the shaft buried inside him wasn’t spared from the pressure, squeezed hard as though it might burst, and now even this part was being pressed too.
Unable to contain it, a crushed breath escaped him.
“Hah… nngh… you’re really tight inside…”
“Hhngh, nngh, nngh!”
Panting, Dohun moved his hips.
He thrust sharply upward.
He saw Jaeseong’s ass dip inward like a dimple under the force.
Watching it, he drove himself in faster.
“H-Heuk, ngh, aaah!”
Jaeseong’s hole squeezed him mercilessly.
It almost looked like he could see the tight rim contracting and loosening.
Was the hole… stretching?
“Haa… ngh…”
He’d barely taken a man’s cock before, and now, even when Dohun pushed him hard enough to rock his entire body, he still shook his hips along with him.
When he thrust inside, he felt Jaeseong’s hips push back.
“Ah… ngh… ngh…”
At some point, moans soaked with pleasure mixed with his breathing.
Even though Dohun was the one thrusting, their bodies shook together.
“H-Hhngh, hhk, haa, ah…”
With eyes half-rolled back, his slick mouth glistened.
He couldn’t even swallow; saliva only dripped down.
From his stiff, upright cock, cloudy fluid spilled out.
Now even being fucked made Jaeseong leak uncontrollably.
How would he peel him off afterward?
He’d get beaten again for sure.
But he already knew Jaeseong’s body.
How could he ever let it go?
If he kept fucking him like this, maybe Jaeseong would come back.
Then this was something he was doing for Jaeseong.
Do not open your eyes — The End.