SOG Ch 182

Though he hadn’t shown it to Jae-chan, Woo-jin felt an uneasy sense of sharing Jae-chan with an intangible, formless version of himself. While it was unlikely since the miracle of the windless zone had designated Jae-chan as the beneficiary—the thought of becoming intertwined with that irresponsible stranger filled him with dread.

He’s mine.

He was his now. Go Woo-jin affirmed as held Jae-chan’s exhausted body close. Jae-chan was someone who would be his alone for life. This soul that looked only at him, the cheerful smile when their eyes met, the body that had just started to gain some weight after being carefully fed all sorts of things – all of it was his for life.

It seemed like a childish and immature mindset that had regressed 6 years as Jae-chan had said, but it couldn’t be helped. Woo-jin hid his stubborn gaze as he hugged the firm yet slim waist to feel more of the warm body temperature, deeply inhaling the scent of skin drenched in his own scent. Even while holding him like this, he found himself craving an even closer connection, so he lowered his hand.

Kissing the shuddering shoulders, he fondled between the buttocks. By now he should have been used to it, but just as he was about to push himself into the place that resisted entry every time, Jae-chan flinched more noticeably. It was a bigger movement than before.

“……”

Jae-chan never says it hurts.

Woo-jin gently pulled Jae-chan close as he smiled and kissed Woo-jin’s cheek as if trying to hide his flinching. Jae-chan simply accepted whatever Woo-jin did without ever saying he disliked it or that it hurt. Even though Woo-jin blamed himself for desiring Jae-chan too much.

However, hidden among the fleeting pleasurable thoughts that passed by even during their intimacy were occasional voices of pain, so the active partner had to pay close attention. Seeing how thoughts of pain had been transmitted quite often yesterday and today, he needed to be even more careful.

“You’re not going to do more?”

Jae-chan asked as Woo-jin pulled away.

“Let’s wash up. You need to rest.”

He didn’t intend to immediately press Jae-chan to clearly express his wishes during s3x. He planned to teach him very slowly and gently, to the point where Jae-chan might not even realize he was being taught.

He immediately took Jae-chan to the bathroom. After removing the eye patch and turning on the warm water, steamy mist rose up. Just as he was about to insert his fingers below while embracing Jae-chan to clean him up, Jae-chan took a step back. His gaze lowered to reveal his long eyelashes, and wandered aimlessly across the bathroom floor.

“I, I’ll do it myself.”

“Do you know how?”

At Woo-jin’s question, Jae-chan was at a loss for words. In fact, even though it was his own body, he didn’t know how to clean up afterward. It was his first time doing it without a condom these past few days, and on those occasions, he’d been pushed so hard he could hardly remember anything else by the end as if passing out.

Just as Jae-chan was wondering if he should just wipe it off roughly, he raised his eyes and their gazes met. Woo-jin smiled, his eye corners crinkling slowly, and said, “Go ahead.”

“Try it.”

Woo-jin’s lips curled up. He thought this could be good too. Though it was a place he hadn’t even let Jae-chan touch when masturbating, the thought of Jae-chan spreading his own round buttocks and inserting fingers to clean himself filled Woo-jin with uncontrollable excitement.

Realizing Woo-jin had no intention of leaving the bathroom, Jae-chan saw that his intense gaze and growing arousal meant he was there to stay. 

For the first time, Jae-chan broke eye contact and looked down. Only the soft stream from the shower splattered against the floor as Jae-chan, with flushed ears, hesitantly reached behind him. Seeing this, Woo-jin exhaled sharply.

“…I’ll watch another time. Do it later.”

He grabbed the thin hesitating wrist. Kissing the reddened ear, he whispered.

“I don’t think I can hold back.”

“……”

“I’ll wash you.”

Hold onto me. He pulled Jae-chan’s hands around him. Knowing he was embarrassed, Woo-jin washed him while facing each other. I won’t look. It’s okay. Soothing and coaxing with kisses, he carefully washed the small, swollen opening. It was only long after the water flowing down their feet had become clear that Woo-jin finally let go of Jae-chan.

Afterward, they stroked each other. The warm scent of body cleanser filled the bathroom. As Jae-chan climaxed, Woo-jin kissed his trembling shoulders, the bobbing Adam’s apple emitting low moans, and his flushed ears, as if in praise.

Gently kissing the right eyelid that looked slightly dazed compared to the left, he pressed his lips against Jae-chan’s faintly panting lips. He repeatedly kissed, barely brushing noses so Jae-chan wouldn’t suffocate. Every time Woo-jin kissed him, Jae-chan instinctively opened his mouth, and the soft wet sounds of their lips meeting filled the air.

Even from this minor contact, Woo-jin felt driven mad with desire. If only Jae-chan wouldn’t refuse, he wanted to live like this forever. He had always wished for his feelings to be conveyed to Jae-chan, but now he was glad the thought transference wasn’t happening, as dark desires welled up within him.

But if Jae-chan were to refuse… he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Taking advantage of Jae-chan catching his breath, he sucked on his lips again as if devouring them. Deeply relieved that Jae-chan didn’t know his thoughts, he embraced the warm, wet body.

*

Around lunchtime the next day, the brightest time of day. Woo-jin asked Jae-chan to mastvrbate. After whispering a few times that he wanted to see it again while kissing his ear, Jae-chan lowered his hand, his face clearly showing embarrassment despite blushing.

Go Woo-jin didn’t take his eyes off for a moment as Jae-chan awkwardly began rubbing just his d1cj and glans with his reddened knees pressed together. However, when Seon Jae-chan obediently spread his legs as requested, showing everything including the round sacs and the small twitching entrance below, Woo-jin couldn’t hold back and pounced on him. He didn’t get to savor the stunning view for long, but what mattered was that Jae-chan had done everything as he asked.

Of course, he didn’t penetrate. After wildly petting until Jae-chan’s whole body was drenched in bodily fluids, Woo-jin anxiously checked his condition.

Why isn’t it healing? Even though he hadn’t penetrated since last night and had applied medicine, the red swollen entrance showed no signs of returning to its original color. Perhaps svcking on it this morning when he couldn’t restrain himself was the problem.

Then Jae-chan, who was exposing his crotch casually as though this were a matter of common interest, spoke,

“You can do it.”

Jae-chan’s gaze was fixed on Woo-jin’s d1ck, which was slowly starting to get er3ct again. He raised his eyebrows, saying he really could do it.

Woo-jin gently brushed Jae-chan’s furrowed brow with his fingertips, then leaned in to kiss him. A faint laugh spread between their pressed lips, apparently enjoying the shallow rubbing and licking sensation. Just as he was considering biting and sucking again, aroused by that slightly cracked low voice, Jae-chan suddenly wrapped his arms around Woo-jin’s waist.

“What are you doing?”

Woo-jin asked, as Jae-chan unexpectedly hugged him tightly and strained.

“Ugh, you don’t budge at all. Like you’re made of rock…”

Despite resting for a day, Jae-chan’s movements had become quite nimble as he slipped out from under Woo-jin. He hopped down to the floor and knelt with his back turned.

“This won’t do. Get on my back.”

“Surely, you’re not over a hundred kilos, right?” Woo-jin ignored Jae-chan’s questioning tone, grabbed him again, and lifted him back onto the bed. He had no intention of being carried by a body he considered too precious to even carry himself.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Hmm, I think I’ve lost some muscle.”

Jae-chan said, examining his forearms, abdomen, and long limbs.

Afterward, Jae-chan looked up to examine Woo-jin’s condition as well. Far from muscle loss, his body seemed to have become even more massive. It was probably from constantly lifting him up. For two weeks, Seon Jae-chan had been handled like a 200-gram dumbbell under those large hands.

Meanwhile, Woo-jin’s eyes grew pensive as he listened to the casual conversation. Under his disheveled black hair, his deeply shadowed eyes gazed at Jae-chan with an exploratory light.

“……”

Woo-jin brushed back his hair that had fallen messily. He knew he was behaving abnormally. Jae-chan hadn’t been able to do anything except eat, sleep, wash, and have s3x. It was because of him. Because of himself, who controlled Jae-chan’s every move and endlessly craved lewd acts.

But even knowing it wasn’t right, he couldn’t let go of his stubbornness. He didn’t want to let this person out of his space. Whenever Jae-chan agreed and accepted whatever he did or ordered, Woo-jin felt an intense satisfaction as if compensating for the flaws in his twisted inner self. He could only breathe easily if he touched and kissed Jae-chan all day, confirming his existence every moment, and relishing that he was his.

…Did this mean Jae-chan would have to repeat this kind of life forever because of him?

Then Jae-chan’s low voice interjected between his thoughts.

“I think I’m a bit out of my mind.”

Jae-chan turned to look at Woo-jin as he checked his muscle condition. Go Woo-jin immediately averted his gaze and pulled Jae-chan into an embrace, thinking that it couldn’t be helped even if Jae-chan started to start to resent him.

Even if you end up hating me, there’s nothing I can do about it. Lost in his own dark, selfish desires, he heard Jae-chan’s voice continue.

“I’m spending my days just hanging out, eating, sleeping, feeling weaker, yet… I like it.”

“……”

“Is it because I’m with you?”

Jae-chan looked at Woo-jin with that same clear and pure gaze, contrasting with his body, marked with traces of their time together. He was sincere.

“……”

Woo-jin’s eyes widened in surprise. Thinking about it, Jae-chan had always told him. Either directly or by revealing his inner thoughts through guiding. Always saying he liked being with Woo-jin.

If you like it, I like it too. I like whatever you do.

Jae-chan had always said such things.

Suddenly, Woo-jin felt his mind clear, as though a fresh, cool stream had washed over him. “Isn’t it funny? I think it’s funny.” Jae-chan’s cheerful voice reached him like the sound of flowing water, soaking into his mind.