BIA Ch. 108

A thick penis forcibly pried open the narrow, winding insides, digging in all the way. The sensation of his tightly closed body being forcefully spread and widened by the large member was excessively vivid. So vivid he thought it was horrifying, but the moment he realized his partner was Bran, miraculously, the horrifying sensation transformed into a fierce pleasure that washed over his entire body.

“Hh, uh, uungh…….”

Just as his whole body began to tremble violently, soon, drip, drip, semen fell onto his stomach. He didn’t even have the chance to be shocked by the fact that he had ejaculated merely from being penetrated, without even touching himself. He simply wanted to savor this current pleasure more completely, for longer.

His body moved before his sluggish mind could. Isaiah instinctively wrapped his legs around Bran’s waist. As he gently applied pressure below, he felt his insides clench powerfully, squeezing the man’s member.

Suddenly, Bran let out a soft chuckle. He lowered his body and whispered softly into the bewildered Isaiah’s ear.

“You don’t have to do that; you’re tight enough already. Relax.”

Bran’s voice was so gentle that Isaiah’s face flushed hotly, even though there was no need for it.

“Why are you tightening more?”

“It’s not that…….”

As Isaiah squirmed, unsure what to do with himself due to belated shame, Bran chuckled and placed a hand on Isaiah’s chest.

“Take a deep breath.”

Isaiah tried his best to do as Bran instructed, but it wasn’t working well. His hips kept twitching, and his lower abdomen tensed involuntarily.

It couldn’t be helped. This was all Bran’s fault. He had only asked him to put it in, yet this man had truly just inserted himself and wasn’t moving an inch. At first, Isaiah thought Bran intended to wait until he calmed down, but judging by his actions, that didn’t seem to be the case either.

Finally, Isaiah couldn’t hold back and spoke again.

“Bran.”

“Hm?”

“Move, please…….”

Bran smiled as if he knew this would happen. That smile made Isaiah feel unnecessarily sorrowful. He was really struggling right now; it wasn’t like he was pretending—his nervous system was malfunctioning, it couldn’t be helped—but the thought that Bran treated him like someone in heat made him feel inexplicably resentful. His mind knew it wasn’t like that, but he couldn’t control his emotions.

“Alright. I’ll do it, so don’t cry.”

Rubbing Isaiah’s tear-soaked eyelashes with his fingertips, Bran smiled with a troubled expression.

“At this point, I’m starting to think the problem isn’t you, but me.”

Hm? What do you think? Bran asked, pulling Isaiah’s waist closer with his other hand.

“Am I the problem for being weak to your crying face, or are you the problem for using it? Tell me.”

Pressing him again, Bran pulled his hips back. Due to the oil slathered at the point of connection, each movement made a sticky sound.

“Which is it?”

Bran asked, pulling his member out until the head barely caught at the entrance. It probably wasn’t a question expecting an answer. Because he immediately pushed it back into Isaiah.

“Ah, uuhh…….”

Overwhelmed by the heat that instantly filled his insides tightly, Isaiah twisted his hips and groaned. It had been an endlessly smooth entry, yet the sensation of the head rubbing forcefully against his inner walls still sent shivers down his spine. When the huge cock entered all the way to the root, so much that Bran’s testicles bumped against his perineum, he even felt a light, thudding impact.

“Hm? So maybe I am the problem?”

Bran asked, repeating the slow, gentle thrusts. Isaiah couldn’t answer. The insertion was that smooth, smooth enough to make his mind go distant.

Something felt unfamiliar. Did this man even know how to have sex like this? The previous time with Bran, forget lubricant, they hadn’t even used a condom, so his body had been tense. Before his insides became slick with Bran’s precum and semen, the member’s passage had been so tight it was painful, and he couldn’t concentrate, constantly anxious about getting injured.

But it wasn’t like that now. It was utterly smooth and easy. The entrance, generously coated in oil, was completely relaxed, practically dripping slickness. The once-elastic inner walls had somehow softened, yielding without resistance, wrapping around the hard pillar of flesh each time it stirred inside.

With fear and strain gone, all that remained was pure pleasure and a sense of fullness. Bran acted as if he were merely thrusting slowly, but in reality, his enormous penis touched, prodded, and rubbed against every single one of Isaiah’s sensitive spots as it moved.

“Ah, ngh, there…… feels good.”

Each time the thick head slowly brushed against a sensitive spot he hadn’t even known he had, Isaiah murmured in a trembling voice.

“Harder, do it harder.”

He even pleaded, bucking his hips. Bran wouldn’t push any deeper than this anyway. It was clear he wouldn’t engage in dangerously thrilling sex either. If so, Isaiah hoped he would at least rub him harder.

“Ah, please…….”

Isaiah groaned, his chin trembling, eventually throwing his head back and sobbing. It felt good, so good, but it wasn’t enough. He needed a stronger stimulus, something closer to pain. His brain wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less.

More than feeling resentful towards Bran, he felt miserable about himself and couldn’t bear it. He covered his face with his hands, trying his best to muffle his cries, but the heartless man didn’t even let him do that.

“Why are you crying again?”

He forcefully pulled Isaiah’s hands away from his face and, upon seeing the tear-streaked face, put on a deliberately serious expression.

“It seems this isn’t my fault after all.”

“What…….”

Isaiah couldn’t understand what Bran was saying. As he barely managed to swallow his sobs, his wrists still held captive, Bran pressed his lips to Isaiah’s hand and spoke.

“You cry too much like a child.”

Bran murmured, repeatedly kissing the back of Isaiah’s hand. The kid never even cried when he was actually a child.

“When you’re all grown up and cry so sorrowfully like this, how can I not feel bad? Isn’t it natural to feel like wanting to fix whatever the problem is first?”

“…….”

“Should I have ignored it regardless? Did I spoil you?”

Yeah? Hm? Bran asked, wiping away the tears streaming down Isaiah’s cheek.

“So, is it my fault then?”

Where Bran’s hand touched felt hot. Even where it didn’t touch felt hot. Starting from the place accepting him, his entire body was burning up.

“Answer me.”

The low, resonant voice was so sweet it almost made his eardrums tingle. Isaiah, barely understanding the meaning of the question, just shook his head frantically. No, no.

“Then?”

“I……, I’m the problem. It’s all my fault.”

“Right?”

Bran smiled affectionately and pulled off Isaiah’s t-shirt. A large hand gently caressed his finely trembling shoulders. Bran slowly stroked down Isaiah’s forearm to his wrist, then interlaced his fingers with both of Isaiah’s hands. And in that state, he pressed them firmly down onto the mattress, pinning them securely.

Instantly rendered immobile, Isaiah belatedly panicked. Surely this isn’t…, just as the thought crossed his mind, Bran spoke in an amused voice.

“Sorry if you were expecting it, but there won’t be that kind of event you’re thinking of.”

For a moment, Isaiah was genuinely disappointed. It must have shown plainly on his face, as Bran spoke in a placating tone.

“I told you. Stimulating the reward system like this is just repeating a vicious cycle. In the end, only your brain gets damaged.”

“It’s already damaged, I…….”

“So you want to damage it even more from here?”

Hm? Bran smiled threateningly, pressing their interlaced hands even more firmly into the mattress.

“And there’s no need to squeeze out any more dopamine than this. If anything, it’s already in overproduction right now.”

“Me……?”

Instead of answering, Bran lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the nape of Isaiah’s neck.

“Hht……!”

As wet lips suddenly touched his heated skin, his shoulders instinctively flinched. If he could have used his hands, he would have rubbed his nape, but since he couldn’t, frustration made him twist his hips automatically.

“Anyone watching would think you’d taken some strange drug.”

He had no rebuttal. To tremble down to his waist and writhe just from a kiss on the neck. Even considering his heightened sensitivity due to the nervous system issue, it was too much.

“At this point, there’s actually no need for penetration.”

Then……?

Before he could ask, Bran bit down on one side of his chest. More accurately, he took the nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Caught completely off guard, Isaiah cried out and arched his back away.

“No, don’t……!”

The nipple, already hard even before the t-shirt was removed, swelled tautly just from being taken into Bran’s mouth, its shape changing instantly. Its usual flat appearance was gone, replaced by a nipple so plumply swollen it was almost round, being rolled this way and that within the man’s mouth, thoroughly ravaged at will. Due to the persistent torment, even the areola eventually swelled thickly.

“Stop, Bran, I don’t like it there…….”

Isaiah pleaded, shaking his head. His chest had always been sensitive, but never like this. What on earth was wrong? Even a breath brushing against it sent a sharp tingle through him.

“Bran…….”

But no matter how much he pleaded, Bran didn’t stop. Instead, as if he’d been waiting for it, he bit down hard on the swollen flesh all at once, making Isaiah scream and push against the sheets with his feet.

“Uuhh, ngh, stop, it hurts, ah…….”

But contrary to his words, his hips kept bucking. Precum dripped steadily from his fully erect member. Bran probably wasn’t stopping because he knew this too. Knew that Isaiah wasn’t telling him to stop because he truly hated it or because it hurt.

If that was the case, was there any point in murmuring meaningless refusals anymore? Should he just say it felt good? That it felt so good it was scary?

Just as his consciousness flickered from the pleasure tingling all the way to his head, something suddenly caught his eye. The hem of Bran’s shirt, stained with his own bodily fluids.

In that moment, Isaiah murmured unconsciously.

“Bran, your clothes…….”

With the nipple still in his mouth, Bran merely lifted his eyes to look at Isaiah.

“They’re, they’re dirty…….”

I dirtied them. Isaiah mumbled in a thoroughly dejected voice, as if he had committed a grave mistake. Seeing him like that, Bran smiled with his eyes.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Finally releasing what he held in his mouth, Bran spoke.

“You can make them dirtier.”

The face, now right before his eyes, smiled affectionately. The transparent golden eyes were so beautiful, he wanted to keep looking at them, so Isaiah didn’t close his eyes even while being kissed.

“You can do anything you want.”