BIA Ch. 61

“Hff, ha…, ah, euhff, ungh……!”

Deep, slow thrusts continued endlessly. Only the angle of penetration differed; the soft, coaxing movements remained unchanged. That made him even more desperate.

“Bran, Bran…….”

It was a strange sensation. It was an incredibly deep penetration, his insides already filled to the point of breathlessness, yet he wanted more, more. But he didn’t know what that was. Isaiah couldn’t tell what he truly wanted, or if it was even physically possible.

So he could only sob desperately and move his hips. Even that alone changed the point where the engorged member inside him rubbed against his inner walls, and the colors of pleasure that dyed his vision changed from moment to moment.

“Hff…, euuh…….”

When there was no more s3men to release, the member now leaked water. Bran smiled as he watched the clear fluid bead and trickle from the tip of his urethra.

“This is good too, isn’t it?”

“Ah, ungh, uungh.”

“See, it can be good enough even without pain.”

It was as he said. The desperation had somehow turned into a hot heat that burrowed into every corner of his insides. His belly was so hot. Unable to control the boiling heat, Isaiah gasped and hugged Bran’s back tightly. The legs wrapped around his waist tightened even more, and the insides of his thighs trembled. The thin membrane twisted tightly as if screaming, and constricted around the man’s member it held. The folds of his inner walls contracted convulsively, and enveloped in a heat that seemed to melt everything, Bran groaned softly. Isaiah, so pleased and happy at his rarely seen scrunched face, tightened his lower muscles even more strongly as he panted.

“You’re getting cocky.”

As if sensing Isaiah’s intention, Bran smiled with a scrunched face. Isaiah, looking rather foolish, chuckled and used both hands that were hugging Bran’s back to cup his face. He fumbled for his lips and kissed him first, then gave strength to his lower body again, making his hips heave. The membrane of his inner walls contracted and relaxed, and without missing that brief moment when his body opened, the thick c0ck plunged deep into the narrow gap. And when it withdrew, it was endlessly slow, as if raking the tender flesh with the head of his p3nis.

“Uungh, ah…… aah!”

It caressed his insides gently, then clawed at them, then stroked them, then crushed them. He couldn’t get a grip on his mind with the extreme pleasure that was given repeatedly. His insides, his mind, everything was a mess, tattered.

“What should we do?”

Bran said, suddenly raising his torso halfway.

“What…….”

“Should I c*m on your belly? Or on your chest?”

Knowing that he was about to 3jaculate, Isaiah, half out of his mind, urgently hugged him.

“No, inside.”

C*m inside me. Forgetting what he had said at the beginning, Isaiah pleaded.

“If you wish.”

Bran said with a gentle face, then used the hand that was gripping Isaiah’s pelvis to hug his waist. They were so close that their bellies touched, and Isaiah’s upper body was almost lifted. In that state, Bran began to move again.

“Ah, ah, ungh…, uungh, uut…!”

The thrusts quickened, and the movements inevitably became rougher. They weren’t actually that rough, but because they had been so gentle until now, even this much felt overwhelming.

“You need to breathe.”

It seemed he had been unable to breathe properly at some point. Soothing Isaiah, who was gasping as if he would pass out any moment, Bran pulled his hips back. When he pulled his member out so far that the head was barely hanging at the entrance, it suddenly felt as if his insides were empty. Only then did a long breath, like a sigh, pour out through his nose and mouth. At that moment, Bran thrust deeply again.

“Heuk…….”

The engorged member, swollen larger than ever before, just before 3jaculation, forced open the narrow flesh walls and pushed all the way to the deepest point in one go. Isaiah, gasping and writhing reflexively from the suffocating pressure, could only pant. Each time the inner membrane, soaked with fluids and lubricant, twitched madly, a squelching sound came from the entrance that was holding the man’s member.

“Stop clenching.”

Finally, with a soft laugh, Bran 3jaculated. More than the member that was writhing and thrashing wildly inside his belly, he could more clearly feel his pleasure from the soft groan that followed the laugh.

“D-did you, did you do it?”

Isaiah asked, panting. Instead of answering, Bran smiled with his eyes and kissed Isaiah. In that instant, his lower pelvis tingled, and his entire body felt hot, as if submerged in hot water. At the same time, the inside that held the man’s member began to contract and tighten madly.

“Ungh, uungh…….”

It was a convulsion beyond his control, but to Isaiah, it felt as if his body was desperately trying to squeeze out every last drop of Bran’s s3men. He wanted to argue that it wasn’t, but he couldn’t get the words out. It wasn’t because of the kiss. The tingling sensation, like an electric current, ran from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and wouldn’t stop. At the intense orgasm he was experiencing for the first time, Isaiah couldn’t even scream properly, and could only hug Bran’s neck and tremble his hips.

“Isaiah.”

Bran’s hand caressed his lips. His lips were hot, as if burned by fire. It wasn’t just his lips. Everywhere he touched Bran was hot. Even sweet caresses were painful on his overly sensitive skin.

“Bran…….”

A strangely hoarse voice came out. He blinked, and the inside of his eyes was too hot. He closed them once more and opened them, and this time his vision was dark for a long time before suddenly becoming bright. It felt like all the heat in his body was suddenly rushing to his head. He couldn’t hold on any longer. Isaiah lost consciousness just like that.

……Where am I?

Isaiah tensed up as soon as he opened his eyes. It was because Bran was sleeping right next to him. Holding his breath and rolling his eyes, he remembered after a while that this was a hotel. And what he had been doing with the man right next to him until just before he lost consciousness.

“…….”

Isaiah almost screamed. Fortunately, before that, he covered his mouth with his hand and quietly lifted the blanket. He got off the bed silently.

Having succeeded in leaving the bedroom without waking Bran and entering the bathroom, Isaiah finally put his hand inside his gown and groped his body. He had guessed as much from the fact that he was neatly dressed in a gown, but as expected, he had been cleaned up thoroughly. It was so meticulously wiped that he couldn’t even find traces of dried fluids.

Did I perhaps even shower and fall asleep again? And then not remember it? Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Isaiah thought seriously. He couldn’t rule out that possibility, because it seemed like he was losing his memory often these days.

He barely remembered anything that had happened during sex. He could only think of very fragmented things. And even those were just……, just the feeling that it was incredibly good. Even that was more of a guess based on the lingering, sweet sensation still echoing in his belly, rather than an actual memory. That Bran had entered him, messed around inside him thoroughly, and then, 3jaculated.

“Ha…….”

Just thinking about it made his belly feel hot again. Isaiah groaned softly and unconsciously touched his lower belly with his hand.

Was it around this time? Yeah, I think it was. He used his fingertip to gently press the spot where Bran’s member had entered. It felt like the lingering heat inside him was flaring up one last time, his stomach churning powerfully. At the same time, he felt something that had been pooling inside gush out, down to the entrance.

Isaiah was startled and quickly sat up. When he moved his hand behind him, something slimy smeared onto his palm. The color was murky, not like condom lubricant.

What is this? He stared blankly for a moment before belatedly remembering that Bran had used his own s3men as a l*bricant. He muttered a small, “Ah.”

Seeing this, it’s clear he didn’t shower.

It’s not like I have Alzheimer’s, but the fact that I have to piece together my memories like this is sad… and very worrying. I’m afraid I might actually become an idiot later.

Seriously worried, he finished cleaning up, washed his hands, and left the bathroom.

As soon as he came out into the living room, he saw the Motrin box on the table. What should he do? Isaiah was caught in a moment of contemplation.

But surprisingly, the moment of hesitation didn’t last long. It was a well-known fact that taking medicine was a faster way to get better than not taking it. And more than anything.

‘Why are you so eager to make me take medicine?’

‘I want you to get better quickly. You don’t like being sick, right?’

Because Bran wanted it. He wanted to do what Bran wanted. This wasn’t a difficult thing to do.

Isaiah swallowed two Motrin tablets with water and returned to the bedroom. Just like when he’d left, he silently climbed onto the bed and lay down quietly next to Bran. Bran seemed to be in a deep sleep for once, showing no signs of waking. He hadn’t seemed to be able to sleep properly lately, so it was a relief.

Using the fact that Bran wasn’t waking up as an excuse, Isaiah snuggled close to his side. Then, he eventually burrowed into his chest.

“What are you doing…”

Bran said, smiling, as if he had finally woken up. His half-asleep voice was low and raspy, sounding almost like a growl, which was incredibly sexy. Isaiah, resisting the urge to kiss him right away, whispered quietly.

“No, nothing… Go back to sleep.”

He thought Bran would say something like, ‘How can I sleep when you’re like this?’, but thankfully, Bran didn’t say anything. He just chuckled and pulled Isaiah closer into his arms.

“……”

Isaiah, hoping that his pounding heart wouldn’t be heard by Bran, remained quietly nestled in his embrace.

After a while, Bran’s breathing became quieter again. Whether it was because he had gotten used to the darkness or the surroundings had become brighter, the letters on his chest began to appear more clearly. Isaiah read the sentence.

God, grant me,

the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know the difference.