CI 3.11

Son Yeo-il looked up at Won Hee-yeon with a sweet feeling, as if sinking into clouds. Amidst intersecting expectations and tension, Won Hee-yeon gently spread and held beneath Son Yeo-il’s thighs. He touched the entrance once with his glans, like giving a kiss, and then came all the way in.

“Ah, ungh.”

“Whew…”

Although it was a place that had just been made supple and loose, since the thing entering was no ordinary size, it couldn’t help but feel overwhelming from the start. While Son Yeo-il bit his bottom lip hard, Won Hee-yeon also seemed to be catching his breath.

In fact, Won Hee-yeon had been erect continuously since washing Son Yeo-il in the shower stall. It seemed like his size hadn’t decreased even after ejaculating once due to his handjob. It must have been uncomfortable and constricting to remain so excited for such a long period of time, but he didn’t show any impatience.

“Dear Husband. Just a little, mmm. Just a little more…like this. Mm. Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it slowly, slowly.”

Won Hee-yeon stroked Son Yeo-il’s face with gentle, feather-like touches while gradually pushing his cock in. There was a feeling like Son Yeo-il’s bottom was splitting, but it was a pain that would gradually become familiar.

Even after it was all the way in, Won Hee-yeon’s cock didn’t move right away but waited a moment before starting a slow back-and-forth motion. Even though this wasn’t their first time, his attitude was more careful than last time, which made Son Yeo-il feel strangely touched.

I guess he’s being considerate because I was in pain yesterday.

Son Yeo-il’s body, fully embraced by Won Hee-yeon, swayed gently. Just because the movement was slow didn’t mean there was no sensation. No matter how gently Won Hee-yeon acted, his cock was as hard as stone and as thick as a child’s forearm.

Because of the slow tempo, his movements felt more vivid. The feeling of that incredibly large thing spreading and slowly pushing into Son Yeo-il’s insides, the feeling of it firmly pressing against his sensitive spots and filling him up inside.

Whenever subtle pleasure brushed Son Yeo-il’s lower back, his inner walls reflexively tightened, clinging to Won Hee-yeon’s shaft. At that moment, when Won Hee-yeon pulled his hips back again, the volume that had spread the insides suddenly receded, creating a chilling sensation as if Son Yeo-il’s insides were being pulled along with it.

“Mmm, hnng…”

During the continued languid repetitive movements, pleasure steadily accumulated inside Son Yeo-il. The sensation, which at first felt soft and light, gradually intensified until it soon rippled like waves. It seemed to feel even faster than when Won Hee-yeon thrust inside him roughly.

Ah, this feels so good…

The moment he thought that, the feeling of “good” grew uncontrollably. The waves splashing inside Son Yeo-il seemed about ready to break down walls at any given moment.

His body, which had been exhausted since earlier, continued to droop downward, but only the pleasure became clearer and clearer. He wanted to burst it open before the burdensome sensation swelled up too much. He would rather reach climax quickly, he found himself even more eager for that to happen.

“Ha, haaeuk, euut!”

The moment Won Hee-yeon pushed his cock in deeply again, Son Yeo-il’s chest fluttered. Thinking that he was about to come if he did anything else, Son Yeo-il sharply moaned as if urging him on. Expecting that his lover, who always knew his mind like a ghost, would give him a perfect climax.

However, at that precarious moment, Won Hee-yeon suddenly stopped moving. In the pleasure that had cooled down just before it started to simmer, Son Yeo-il called out to Won Hee-yeon, as if he were wondering about something.

“Heuk, Hee-yeon, ssi…?”

“Eung, honey.”

While answering languidly, Won Hee-yeon lifted one of Son Yeo-il’s legs and placed it on his shoulder, then kissed his knee. Along with the feeling of the cock shaft twisting inside, a light current flowed from the spot where his lips touched.

Thinking that he must have paused to change positions, Son Yeo-il dismissed his doubts. He straightened his torso, which was twisted halfway, and closed his eyes to focus more on the sensations within him.

Won Hee-yeon then slowly moved his hips again. Their bodies interlocked at a different angle than before. The feeling of being thrust into, a little faster and shallower than before, was unfamiliar, but Son Yeo-il soon adapted to the new feeling of pleasure.

“Haa, euung, eut, eu-eut…”

His moans, which had been like murmurs originally, gradually became stickier. But just when Son Yeo-il thought, I think I’m about to come, Won Hee-yeon changed positions again. He lowered the leg that had been hooked over his shoulder to the opposite side and grabbed hold of Son Yeo-il’s back, turning him around.

A question mark appeared above Son Yeo-il’s head as he found himself in a prone position. He felt that something was wrong, but before he could react, their bodies were meshed together.

“Euheuk!”

The deeply penetrating sensation nearly took his breath away. Won Hee-yeon moved heavily, as if unable to contain his suppressed passion. In time with the rhythm of his thighs hitting his buttocks, pleasure surged up his spine with a bang, bang.

“Ah, eut, ah, what to do, heuuht. I think I’m going, eu, heueueu!”

The feeling of ejaculation rapidly surged up. Feeling as if something tightly packed was pounding on his solar plexus, Son Yeo-il cried out urgently. Won Hee-yeon moved his hips heavily and leaned his upper body toward Son Yeo-il’s back.

Covering Son Yeo-il with his firm chest, he rubbed his lips against Son Yeo-il’s shoulders and neck. Just as Son Yeo-il’s lower abdomen twitched in anticipation of the approaching climax, he raised his hand and grasped Son Yeo-il’s cock.

The sensitively erect member throbbed as if ready to shoot out semen at any moment at the touch of his lover’s hand. But instead of shaking it, Won Hee-yeon gripped it tightly, as if to prevent the ejaculation. He even pressed down on the urethral opening with his thick thumb.

“Eu, why, whaay, hiik, eut, eu-eut!”

Son Yeo-il shuddered at the feeling of being blocked from ejaculating. Even so, he was more tormented by the movements that continued to pound into him from below. He was on the verge of going crazy, but Won Hee-yeon nonchalantly whispered in his ear right then.

“Don’t cum yet, okay? If my husband cums now, he’ll just fall asleep.”

His panting breath sounded strangely lewd. It seemed that his slow movements earlier were not so much out of consideration for Son Yeo-il’s condition, but rather because he wanted Son Yeo-il to reach his climax as late as possible.

It was absurd, but not entirely wrong. Son Yeo-il’s stamina was like a candle flickering before it went out. He had no problem enjoying the act at hand, but he was sure that if he came one more time, he would collapse.

Meanwhile, a boiling heat was still pouring out from Won Hee-yeon’s body. It seemed he still had a long way to go until his desire was satisfied. Their sexual compatibility matched perfectly, but the disparity in stamina was a serious matter.

“Hnng, what are you, ah, ahnng.”

Won Hee-yeon continued to thrust his hips while firmly blocking Son Yeo-il’s cock. His body was already at its limit, but unbearable pleasure was being forcibly poured in more and more.

Goosebumps kept rising incessantly to his scalp, and his mouth dried up. His thighs were trembling, and it felt like his body would collapse at any moment now, but Won Hee-yeon’s hands were firmly embracing his body, making it impossible to collapse at will.

“Ah, hnng, Hee-yeon. Aah, please.”

Though he wanted to get angry in his mind about what this was all about, pleas automatically sprang from his mouth. The pleasure that should have been reached long ago swelled inside Son Yeo-il without being able to find an outlet anywhere. His vision flashed white and his head spun, making him think something bad might happen to him next.

“Let me cum, hnng, I want to cum, ah, aaah.”

“Should I let you cum?”

“Mmm! Ha, yesss, p-please.”

At Won Hee-yeon’s mischievous question, Son Yeo-il quickly answered without even knowing what he was saying. Won Hee-yeon wickedly whispered while pressing his thumb more firmly against Son Yeo-il’s glans.

“Whew, I don’t want to do such a naughty thing either. But after my darling falls asleep, whew, how lonely would I be? I’d have to, whew, pleasure myself a bit. It’s really hard to hold back.”

“Aah, yes, yesss. Ha, go ahead. Hnng, hiiik.”

“Really? So you’re saying, whew, it’s legal for me to stroke my cock while watching you sleep?”

“Ah, please, hnng, yesss. Aah, please, quicklyyy…”

Though Son Yeo-il was aware that Won Hee-yeon was saying something extremely perverted, driven to the absolute limit, he could only nod his head frantically.

Seemingly satisfied with Son Yeo-il’s answer, Won Hee-yeon sucked on the flesh of his nape. Simultaneously, he thrust his hips up to make a loud slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh.

In that moment of painful tremors rushing in, Won Hee-yeon released his grip on Son Yeo-il’s cock. That thing, which had been about to burst, immediately spewed out whitish fluid.

Son Yeo-il let out moans that couldn’t form proper syllables. The sensation of the forcibly held climax bursting out all at once was frighteningly intense. Son Yeo-il trembled as if thunder had struck his crown.

“Hnng, hnng…”

Unable to see or hear anything, Son Yeo-il didn’t even notice that Won Hee-yeon had ejaculated almost at the same time as him, nor did he feel Won Hee-yeon gently embracing his trembling body and laying him down on the bed.

When he vaguely came to his senses, Son Yeo-il was sprawled out with no strength in his entire body, and Won Hee-yeon had tied up the condom full of ejaculated semen, tossed it away, and was approaching Son Yeo-il’s face with his still erect cock proudly raised.

Son Yeo-il recalled that the other man had boldly declared to his senseless self just moments ago, “After you fall asleep, I’ll masturbate while looking at you.” From the looks of it, he even seemed to be planning to shake his cock right next to Son Yeo-il’s face.

‘This guy is a real pervert.

Son Yeo-il looked at Won Hee-yeon with his drooping eyes. He had felt quite resentful when Won Hee-yeon had firmly gripped his cock and prevented his ejaculation earlier, but whether Won Hee-yeon had intended it or not, Son Yeo-il had just experienced a frighteningly intense thrill as a result of his actions.

After reducing Son Yeo-il to a near-fainting state, Won Hee-yeon was wearing an expression that seemed to say, “I’ll take care of it myself, so don’t worry and go to sleep.” It was even more absurd that despite his dark intentions, his features remained handsome and neat even in this type of situation.

It couldn’t be helped. Naturally, he didn’t have the strength to lift a finger, and even keeping his eyes open was now at its limit. Though he thought Won Hee-yeon was a pervert for doing what he did,  what he was trying to do wasn’t that uncomfortably disturbing.

Wow, so I actually like perverts…

In the midst of this unexpected realization, Son Yeo-il drifted off to sleep.

“Honey.”

A soft whisper woke Son Yeo-il from his slumber. His consciousness flickered, but his eyelids still felt immensely heavy. With a feeling of complete lethargy, he was thinking of just continuing to sleep, but Son Yeo-il suddenly remembered that the owner of that voice was an enormous pervert.

Thinking that if he kept his eyes closed, he might suffer some terrible fate, Son Yeo-il forced himself to open his eyes with great effort. Right in front of his nose was a pervert with remarkably handsome features, smiling.

“Are you awake? Oh dear, I’m sorry to wake you when you were sleeping so sweetly. It’s nothing much, but it’s already night, and my husband has been starving since having just one bowl of porridge in the morning. Look, your stomach is about to stick to your back. Is there anything you’d like to eat?”

Won Hee-yeon gently rubbed Son Yeo-il’s flat stomach area and asked affectionately. He must have been asleep for quite some time, as the sun was setting outside the window, and Son Yeo-il had been changed back into pajamas.

Come to think of it, he did feel hungry. As Son Yeo-il was slowly blinking, he suddenly realized that he was in an unfamiliar room he had never seen before. It had a spacious bed, slightly smaller but similar to the one in Won Hee-yeon’s room where he had been before falling asleep, and it was a proper room equipped with a wardrobe and desk.

“Where is this?”

“It’s our dear Yeo-il’s room, of course.”

Huh? For a moment, Son Yeo-il was bewildered, wondering if his studio apartment had suddenly become larger. But looking at the scenery of the kitchen beyond the half-open door, Son Yeo-il saw that he was definitely still in Won Hee-yeon’s house.

So, this guy just now had set up a room for me in his house?

Come to think of it, Won Hee-yeon had a subtle stalker tendency. He had forgotten about it for a while, but for some reason, he knew the password to the front door of Son Yeo-il’s room, and he had changed the name of his contact information saved on Son Yeo-il’s phone without permission. He was even doing things like ‘setting up Yeo-il’s room without informing Yeo-il’.

“My room?”

“Yes. I moved you here because the sheets I washed in that room haven’t dried yet. How do you like it? The interior was done in a hurry, so it’s a bit bland, but I thought this style might be more to my husband’s taste.”

He had asked, “What on earth is this all about?”, but Won Hee-yeon, whether he didn’t understand or pretended not to understand, walked around the room and boasted about what he had prepared.

“Come on, come on. Take a look around. I even put a desk here for my husband to use when he has work to do, and I hung up all the clothes I bought before. How is it?”

When Son Yeo-il still looked bewildered, Won Hee-yeon began to explain in the wrong direction.

“Ehey. Of course, we have to hug each other and sleep in the master bedroom normally. But no matter how good our relationship is, there will be days when we fight and sulk. In that case, I’ve set it up so that my husband can be alone temporarily.”

“No, ha…”

“That’s right. I think so too. But we can’t sleep in separate rooms until bedtime, so I prepared a bed here that’s big enough for two people to sleep in. People who live under the same roof have to sleep under the same blanket even on days when they’re upset, right?”

Son Yeo-il had never said that he would live together, but Won Hee-yeon seemed to have imagined their life together in great detail. In his head, they were already living together, then they fought, and Son Yeo-il sulked and declared that they would sleep in separate rooms.