TBM Vol 3 Part 5

“Aren’t you cold?”

“…”

“Thank you.”

Gratitude warmed Lee Il-seo’s chest—along with a quiet, secret envy—as Sa Seung-yeon’s padded jacket settled over his shoulders. He focused on the vast, open sky, the reeds shimmering gold in the fading light. Only when the sun dipped low, bleeding crimson at the edge of the earth, did he finally suggest they leave. His nose had long since turned red from the cold.

In the car, Lee Il-seo slowly scrolled through the photos Sa Seung-yeon had given him, constantly checking them. He couldn’t take his eyes off the photo of himself smiling brightly with the sunset at his back for a long time. Silently smiling while turning the steering wheel, Sa Seung-yeon asked Lee Il-seo.

“Shall we listen to some music?”

“Oh. Yes. I’d like that.”

Music began to fill the previously quiet car. Most were not famous songs, but strangely, Lee Il-seo softly sang along with each song as it played. As if unaware that he was singing along, he hummed absentmindedly while looking out the car window, then murmured in a small voice.

Normally, Sa Seung-yeon would have silenced the music without hesitation. But this—this-this small, lingering voice—he didn’t mind.

As each song ended, a new one started according to the playlist’s set order. Sa Seung-yeon, who had been expressionless, slightly lifted the corners of his mouth the moment he heard the intro. He thought Lee Il-seo surely wouldn’t know this song, but after a moment of silence, Lee Il-seo lightly hummed the chorus of the pop song and even wiggled his fingers on his knees. Finally, Sa Seung-yeon couldn’t resist and spoke.

“Seems like you know this song.”

“It’s by a singer I like.”

Bewilderment flickered across Sa Seung-yeon’s face, quickly buried under curiosity. How long had it been since he’d shared music with someone? Not since his youth, when he’d wasted hours chatting with strangers online. A strange, quiet thrill threaded through his voice.

“The fourth album is a masterpiece.”

“That’s right. They’re all good, but track 12 is really great.”

This time, Sa Seung-yeon looked at Lee Il-seo with a somewhat stiff face. Track 12 was Sa Seung-yeon’s favorite song from the fourth album. As one of Sa Seung-yeon’s eyebrows raised in curiosity, Lee Il-seo, who had been sitting calmly, massaged the back of his neck and said.

“Um. Actually, I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That your music taste is similar to mine.”

“I don’t remember mentioning it anywhere.”

“Actually, when I came to your house….”

Momentarily swallowing dry saliva at  Sa Seung-yeon’s unexpectedly rigid reaction, Lee Il-seo continued in his characteristically gentle voice.

“I saw your album collection.”

A bitter smile tugged at Sa Seung-yeon’s lips. That day, everything about Lee Il-seo had irritated him—every resemblance to a memory he’d tried to bury. He’d pushed him away, sent him out over something trivial.

Belatedly, a feeling of apology grew. The guy must have been excited, just like his own strangely elated self now. Lee Il-seo, watching Sa Seung-yeon’s reaction without receiving an answer, slowly intertwined his cold fingers and left an apology.

“I’m really sorry. I was so curious that I touched them without permission…”

“It’s fine, I was sensitive that day.”

Cutting off Lee Il-seo’s further apologies, Sa Seung-yeon skillfully changed lanes and then lifted one corner of his mouth to change the atmosphere.

“Let me know if you find any good songs.”

“…”

“And feel free to hum along.”

“I like your singing.” 

At Sa Seung-yeon’s added words, Lee Il-seo clenched his fists and held his breath for a moment. It felt as if his heart was not just racing, but swelling with heat and expanding greatly. The moment Lee Il-seo looked at Sa Seung-yeon with sparkling eyes,  Sa Seung-yeon’s eyes widened to their limit.

“Hey, you.”

“?”

“Your nose is bleeding…!”

With a tickling feeling, something lukewarm spread below his nose. Surprised, Lee Il-seo covered his nose and tilted his head back, and Sa Seung-yeon turned on the hazard lights as he pulled onto the shoulder. With a screech, their bodies shook briefly.

“You should lower your head.”

“The seat….”

“I said lower it.”

Sa Seung-yeon unbuckled, one hand guiding Lee Il-seo’s head down while the other grabbed tissues from the glovebox. The blood didn’t stop.

“I’m sorry.”

Covering the bleeding nostril with tissue and pressing until it stopped, Lee Il-seo spoke in a dejected voice. While panicking, tilting his head back and then quickly lowering it, drops of blood had fallen onto the light-colored seat.

“You’re bleeding quite a bit.”

Sa Seung-yeon unbuckled, one hand guiding Lee Il-seo’s head down while the other grabbed tissues from the glovebox. The blood didn’t stop.

Why today of all days…

Lee Il-seo’s eyes trembled hotly, and his fingers, which had touched Sa Seung-yeon’s while receiving the tissue, grew cold as if they had lost their body heat. Lee Il-seo held his breath and captured the other only with his eyes.

Sa Seung-yeon, who’d brought him here just because he’d mentioned wanting to see the reeds at sunset. Who’d draped his coat over his shoulders, who’d said—in that same voice from years ago—I like your singing. The warmth under his nose faded as Sa Seung-yeon pulled away.

Lee Il-seo, firmly clutching the tissue, also slowly lowered his eyes.

Even a glass of juice from him would have been enough to make his heart stutter. But this—this was too much.

Though he pressed the tissue against the tip of his nose until it hurt, the bleeding wouldn’t easily stop. Like emotions that had been held back and held back, overflowing because they could no longer be contained.

Fearing that the red bloodstain might appear as evidence of his love for Sa Seung-yeon, he tightly crumpled the increasingly red-soaked tissue in his palm, hiding it. In the midst of being helplessly swept away in the wave of emotions, that was all Lee Il-seo could do.

***

“Ah….”

I don’t know, but it feels like some sentences are missing here.

Sa Seung-yeon tilted his head back as he gently stroked Lee Il-seo’s hair. Following the up and down movement of his head, the hot and slippery inner wall of his mouth wetly wrapped around the shaft.

Maintaining the sucking strength on the shaft, Lee Il-seo slowly raised his head and flicked his pointed tongue over the indented part of the glans. Sa Seung-yeon’s thighs, sitting in the seat with his pants pulled down to his thighs, trembled.

After arriving at Sa Seung-yeon’s house, just before the garage door opened, Sa Seung-yeon, instead of getting out of the car, cupped Lee Il-seo’s cheek and kissed him. Though surprised by the sudden kiss, Lee Il-seo also opened his mouth to match Sa Seung-yeon and eagerly intertwined their tongues.

Sa Seung-yeon’s hand unfastened Lee Il-seo’s seatbelt, and it dug under his t-shirt, circling over his nipple. Sa Seung-yeon took Lee Il-seo’s wandering hand and placed it on his thigh. As he traced the outline of the already fully erect cock, Sa Seung-yeon unbuckled his pants to make it easier for Lee Il-seo to touch.

The kiss, so intense that saliva overflowed, instantly became masturbation and soon fellatio. Lee Il-seo tried his best to take Sa Seung-yeon’s cockdeeply, but due to its frightening size, it wouldn’t go deeper. Even though the end of the shaft was still outside, his jaw ached.

“…”

Watching Lee Il-seo struggling and slurping, Sa Seung-yeon closed his eyes tightly, then opened them and raised his hand. The small, back of the head that fit perfectly in his hand strangely stimulated one’s sadistic tendencies. As he applied force to his hand and pressed down as if shoving it into his thigh, the member dug deep into the mouth at a speed completely different from Lee Il-seo’s previous sluggish movements.

“Ugh, ack!”

“Ah… fuck.”

At Sa Seung-yeon’s pleasured voice, Lee Il-seo, who was heaving his back as if about to vomit any moment, clenched his fist and endured. After pressing down on Lee Il-seo’s head for a while, Sa Seung-yeon thrust his hips up. The fishy glans, already crushing his uvula, throbbed and went in and out of his esophagus.

“Heung, euk…!”

Lee Il-seo gagged, tears springing to his eyes as Sa Seung-yeon thrust up, burying himself deep. His hands scrabbled at Sa Seung-yeon’s thighs, but he didn’t fight. Just held on, trembling. Sa Seung-yeon felt intense satisfaction rushing to the top of his head at the submissive gesture without resistance.

Perhaps because one nostril was blocked with tissue from the nosebleed, it was much harder to regulate his breathing than before. All Lee Il-seo could do was just endure with his mouth open to avoid his teeth touching. Sa Seung-yeon gradually increased the speed of his hip movements as if thrusting, and soon tears fell from Lee Il-seo’s closed eyes.

“Ugh, heung…”

As his breath reached its limit, Lee Il-seo’s moans collapsed, and just as his tightly clenched fist was about to weaken, Sa Seung-yeon removed his hand from the back of his head. Lee Il-seo, who hurriedly raised his face, painfully coughed and caught his breath with his forehead buried in Sa Seung-yeon’s thigh.

“You’re enduring well today.”

Sa Seung-yeon, who spoke languidly, tapped Lee Il-seo’s cheek with his large hand. Despite the intensity that made it difficult to distinguish whether he was caressing or hitting, Lee Il-seo couldn’t raise his face for a long time. Of course, it was because Sa Seung-yeon was unusually affectionate today that he was enduring well today.

“Hrm… ough.”

Lee Il-seo, whose coughing had finally stopped and his breath returned, raised his head unsteadily. With tears blurring his vision, he wiped them away with the back of his hand and looked at Sa Seung-yeon. To the unspoken question of whether it was over, Sa Seung-yeon responded by wordlessly cupping Lee Il-seo’s face with his hand.

The lips still exhaling heavily were much redder than usual, and his eyelids were half-closed drowsily. But today, Lee Il-seo’s expression conveyed more of a precarious excitement than a dangerous endurance of pain.

“Good boy.”

The end of his voice, laden with moisture, rose gently as if soothing someone, and Sa Seung-yeon’s thick, long fingers rubbed over Lee Il-seo’s wet cheek and his lips, which were a mess with saliva. The fingers that had been caressing and marking the thin, white skin gradually penetrated deep inside his lips. Like how the member had come and gone, Lee Il-seo’s large eyes trembled momentarily at the gesture full of implications.

But Lee Il-seo wrapped his lips around the fingers that had probed into his mouth and sucked them habitually. It was closer to holding them in his mouth than sucking, as all his strength was gone, but he looked at Sa Seung-yeon as if asking if this was right while brushing the contours of the finger joints with his lips.

The chocolate-colored eyes, tinged with heat, were so clear and transparent that his face was reflected in them. The wet eyelashes, the small nose with a bloody tissue stuck in it, the lips holding his fingers, and the corners of his mouth, red as if torn. Everything was provocatively stimulating to an unbearable degree today, and Sa Seung-yeon’s eyes grew not just dark but fierce.

“…Fuck.”

Sa Seung-yeon, who cursed in a low voice, withdrew his fingers that had been pressing the root of Lee Il-seo’s tongue, and briefly placed his lips on the parted lips before removing them. The moment their lips overlapped, Lee Il-seo’s fingers trembled.

Sliding his lips, Sa Seung-yeon slowly traced Lee Il-seo’s face in reverse, from the chin to the eyes. Lee Il-seo felt a chill from the eyes that stared at him intently without a single light.

Padding, knit, t-shirt, socks, and underwear were strewn along the path from the entrance to the bedroom. The air in the bedroom quickly heated up. Of the disposable gel packets Lee Il-seo had brought, two were on the floor, and one was discarded on the sheets with its wrapper torn open.

“Hngh!”

Sa Seung-yeon thrust deeply while holding Lee Il-seo’s waist as he lay face down. Lee Il-seo’s body, with his forehead pressed against the sheets, was pushed forward following Sa Seung-yeon’s movements. As the massive cock uncomfortably penetrated his stomach, Lee Il-seo twisted his waist and groaned.

“Ah, hng, it hurts, hng…”

“Are you sure it hurts?”

Sa Seung-yeon traced his finger along the goosebumps running down Lee Il-seo’s spine and laughed softly with his eyes lowered.

“Your insides are saying they’re fucking good.”

Sa Seung-yeon continued thrusting while looking down at his member moving between the buttocks. Unlike Lee Il-seo, who was groaning in pain, the slippery, tight inner walls were clinging seamlessly around his cock. Knowing now that the more excited Lee Il-seo became, the more chewy and soft the inner walls became, he could distinguish such flimsy lies of only verbally saying it was unpleasant.

Since having sex without a condom at Lee Il-seo’s house, he had never used a condom again. After feeling the crazy sensation of the inner walls directly touching his cock, somehow, he never thought of using a condom again.

He’s a Beta anyway.

Sa Seung-yeon increased the speed of his thrusts while brushing back his sweat-soaked hair. Lee Il-seo’s hands searched across the bed before tightly gripping the sheets, and a dark shadow fell across the bed following his pitiful touch.

“Haah…”

The once transparent gel had turned white due to the frenzied friction, and mixed with the semen already released inside the hole twice, it flowed back out through the spread opening with each entry and exit of the member, running down the buttocks to the thighs.

“Uhk, hng, unng, ugh.”

Yet not a drop of semen came from Lee Il-seo’s cock. Instead of being unable to ejaculate because there was nothing left to flow, his insides had become even more sensitive. Now, just the brushing of  Sa Seung-yeon’s cock against his inner walls made his inner thighs clench and his body tremble. Though there was no ejaculation, the orgasm felt the same, and as the penetration continued, the frequency gradually increased, so that Lee Il-seo was now almost out of his mind.

“Ah… heuk, stop…”

Lee Il-seo, with tears in his eyes, shook his head and tried blindly to escape from Sa Seung-yeon, crawling on his knees.

“S-stop. Please… Down there… Feels like it’s all raw…”

Lee Il-seo’s pleading had continued since their second time having sex, but Sa Seung-yeon ignored all of Lee Il-seo’s plea.

Sa Seung-yeon always focused solely on acts for his own sexual gratification during sex, and Lee Il-seo, knowing this, still pleaded with tears every time. His reason was clouded with fear that his insides might truly break down during their relations.

“Gasp…!”