IPSTDS Chapter 121

Chapter 121

The thrusting that had started slowly grew faster, just as Nahyuk had said he didn’t mind if it hurt.

The strange discomfort he’d felt at first, from taking in another man for the first time, gradually faded with the continuing movements.

At some point, the place that had been tight grew slick. The fluid leaking from Lee Kangil’s shaft was dampening his inner walls.

Nahyuk felt his stomach grow hot as he gazed at Kangil’s face, as though studying it, while he focused solely on driving into him.

Even as Nahyuk lay sprawled on the bed, struggling just to take him in, he thought he saw the same odd impatience flicker across Kangil’s features.

The way he sometimes furrowed his eyes only looked sensual. Then, when their eyes suddenly met, Nahyuk hastily looked away, embarrassed.

“You’ve even got the leisure to watch me, don’t you, my love?”

Suddenly, he felt his waist being lifted. Kangil’s arms wrapped around him and raised him upright in one motion.

Their gazes were forced to meet. Habit made Nahyuk try to look away from those burning eyes, but instead he ended up seeing Kangil’s shaft buried inside his own opening.

His stretched rim twitched as it tried to hold the thick, dark-red length that looked completely different from his own.

Sensing his gaze, Kangil began to move slowly, making the skin sink inward, then stretch taut again, over and over.

The lewd sight made Nahyuk’s mouth dry up.

“My love’s hole is so very pretty.”

“K-Kangil… ahh…!”

Kangil pushed in harder, silencing Nahyuk before he could speak further. His hands gripped tightly around Nahyuk’s waist and bounced his body up and down.

Each time he slammed down, it felt like Kangil’s shaft reached deep, as though stirring his organs and pressing beneath his lower belly.

The pressure tore a shrill moan from Nahyuk.

“Unngh… hahh!”

Before he realized, his own shaft had gone rigid and semen was dribbling freely from the tip. Because of their closeness, he ended up smearing it against Kangil’s abdomen.

Kangil let out a small laugh at the sensation of the sticky warmth.

“Feels so good you’re dripping like that, huh?”

“Mmm… y-yes, it’s… good…”

Of course, it would be a lie to say it wasn’t overwhelming.

But even before he could feel the release settling in, Kangil’s shaft kept pressing into the places that gave him pleasure again and again.

The endless sensations weren’t unpleasant. The excitement wouldn’t fade, and he worried he might collapse from it all.

Then, in an instant, he was pushed onto his back again. Kangil’s hands clamped hard onto his inner thighs.

His legs were lifted high and trembled violently. Looking up, Kangil’s face was utterly consumed by lust, breath escaping endlessly between clenched teeth.

From above, Kangil’s shaft drove down into him. He thrust while gripping Nahyuk’s waist tight.

“Hoooh…”

Nahyuk thought he had no strength left to release again. But Kangil’s large hand grasped his shaft and stroked until it stiffened once more.

Just as climax welled up again, Kangil’s shaft drove impossibly deep. Warmth filled his belly, bringing with it a strange sense of fullness.

Soon after, Kangil withdrew, rubbing Nahyuk’s opening with his fingers.

“It feels like you’re completely mine now.”

Yet despite having just released, his shaft was still standing firm.

“Watching my seed leak out of your hole… it’s so indecent.”

“…”

Kangil’s lips, having spoken such raw words, rained across Nahyuk’s face.

As though to console him, he kissed him gently while slowly pressing the hardened length back inside.

“K-Kangil… I thought it was over…”

“Sorry, but just once more.”

“….”

“Does it hurt?”

“…No.”

Not exactly…

“You’re tired, aren’t you, my love. It’s fine. You can just lie still.”

Before he could answer, their lips were sealed together. Below, Kangil never stopped thrusting. The softened inner walls, slick with seed, seemed to suck him in completely.

There was no place left untouched by sensation. His swollen lips and hardened nipples throbbed, and each time Kangil struck the spots that brought him pleasure, his hips shuddered.

Every tremble Nahyuk made seemed to delight Kangil, driving him to thrust harder.

Even when nothing more could come out, thin watery release still trickled down. For a fleeting moment, Nahyuk thought he wouldn’t need to touch himself for quite a while.

The fierce pounding, as though rearranging his insides, built to a peak. Nahyuk’s back arched, his breath ragged and heavy.

Kangil swept back his sweat-damp hair and pulled Nahyuk into his arms.

“I love this so much.”

Even after releasing, he didn’t pull out, but simply lay beside Nahyuk, still buried inside.

“…Me too.”

It feels good… but it’s too much.

Nahyuk blinked slowly. With the frenzy quieting, an impossible drowsiness overtook him. He didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger.

Kangil’s large hand stroked his cheek gently, as if telling him it was okay to sleep.

He no longer had the energy to care that Kangil’s shaft was still nestled inside, threatening to move again. The fact that he hadn’t lost consciousness until now was miracle enough.

He couldn’t hold up his heavy eyelids any longer.

Finally, his eyes closed. At his ear, Kangil’s soft voice flowed.

“I love you.”

He whispered it again and again, as though trying to make up for never saying it before. It was more comforting than any lullaby.

Nahyuk drifted into sleep to the sound of those confessions, certain he would dream something wonderful.

* * *

Nahyuk forced his eyes open, though they barely lifted. His whole body felt heavy, like wet cotton.

Everything that had happened before he lost consciousness felt like a dream.

He wondered if, after collapsing from the shock of reading about Yoon Noah’s death in the original story, he had simply dreamt of confirming love with Lee Kangil.

But when he looked down, traces of what they had shared that morning stood out clearly. Red marks dotted his pale skin.

They were proof that couldn’t possibly be dismissed as just a dream.

Aside from the lingering marks, however, his body was clean.

It must have been Kangil, still sleeping soundly beside him, who had wiped him down. Nahyuk had all but fainted and drifted off to sleep toward the end of their endless coupling.

He didn’t have the strength to sit up, so he only blinked. When he touched his sunken lower belly, he recalled the pressure Kangil had given him.

The sensation of being so completely filled was something he had never experienced before.

‘How much more will I be able to do this with Lee Kangil?’

Like the saying that late-learned sins are the hardest to quit, Nahyuk found his first time with Kangil overwhelmingly satisfying. He felt as though he wouldn’t mind doing it again and again, until he lost consciousness.

But for that, he would have to live.

It felt like he had gained one more reason to keep living.

Perhaps it was the slight rustling of his movements, but even Kangil, who had been sleeping like the dead, opened his eyes. His face looked shinier, fresher than usual.

“Waking up on your own again, huh? You could at least wake me up too.”

“I’ll make sure to next time.”

“Is your body okay?”

He asked gently, pulling Nahyuk firmly into his arms.

“Yeah. I don’t think I can get up right now, but I can manage.”

At his contradictory answer, Kangil let out a quiet laugh.

“It’s because you were too enticing. You made me lose all control.”

“Let’s just say that’s it.”

“What time is it? Aren’t you hungry?”

Checking the clock, they realized lunchtime had long passed.

As nice as it was to linger in bed, Nahyuk thought they should eat something first.

“It’s already late… I’m not that hungry, but maybe we should eat something light?”

“My love’s belly must be full of me, that’s why you’re not hungry.”

“….”

“I scraped it all out while you were asleep… but maybe some’s still left?”

This man really knew no shame.

Nahyuk nudged his elbow into Kangil’s side, telling him to cut it out. Kangil only pretended to groan and chuckled.

“But hey, I suddenly got curious about something.”

“What is it?”

“The name Nahyuk—whose name is that? I didn’t have the mind to ask earlier, so I just went along with whatever you told me.”

“Oh, that’s like my old name. The one I used to be called when I was younger.”

The excuse came out so naturally, perhaps because it wasn’t completely untrue.

After all, Nahyuk was the name he had carried before becoming Yoon Noah. And it wasn’t a name he could ever fully discard.

“I see. There’s no one who calls you by that name now, right?”

“No one.”

“Then I’ll call you that sometimes.”

“…”

“It’s a name only I get to use.”

Instead of answering, Nahyuk burrowed into his arms. It wasn’t a name he’d ever hoped to hear again, yet something inside him stirred uncomfortably at the sound.