BIA Ch. 96

Contrary to the expectation that it would roughly scour the inside of his mouth, Bran’s tongue very tenderly sucked on Isaiah’s tongue, rubbed against his palate, and touched his cheek. It was a much more intense and gentle kiss than the one they’d shared in the dark garden sometime ago.

After the long, wet kiss, Bran pulled his lips away and whispered with a smile.

“I shouldn’t break you. I decided to treat you nicely.”

He was a cunning man. He knew very well that hearing those words would make him want to be broken even more by those hands. Or that he wouldn’t hesitate to break himself to be treated even more nicely.

But, unlike words spoken with calculation, his golden eyes looking at him were too warm. Isaiah hated that Bran’s eyes reflected in the window were dark. A black and white world steals away all warmth.

Isaiah reached out again and touched Bran’s cheek. It was warm. For some reason, that obvious fact made his chest swell. This feeling, the man in front of him would never know. That made him feel resentful for no reason. But that was why it was more precious. Everything was his responsibility. The jealousy, the admiration, the worship, the sacrifice. As Bran said, that was the attitude of a believer. The god just had to exist. That alone was enough.

But he also wanted to receive grace at least once. He didn’t need it multiple times. Just once was enough. Then he was confident that he would never forget it this time, and that he could endure until he died with that memory.

Isaiah grabbed Bran’s cheek and gently pulled him closer. After kissing the hot man’s lips first this time, he mumbled as soon as their lips parted.

“Bran, inside…”

He remembered he had refused without a condom, and hesitated, unable to continue. Bran spoke first.

“I’ll cum inside you.”

It was as if he was telling him not to worry. Immediately, he was grabbed by the shoulders, and Isaiah was turned back to face the window. Bran, like before, had Isaiah place his hands on the top of the window seat and said,

“Hold on tight.”

Then Bran’s hands grabbed both of his hips. With the force of the grip stronger than ever before, Isaiah quickly lowered his waist even more and spread his legs as much as he could.

“You know how to be treated nicely.”

Even with those words, which he couldn’t tell if they were a compliment or a mockery, he felt a sense of pride rather than shame. It was proof that his brain wasn’t functioning properly. This much was good.

The heat that had been filling his stomach completely drained away. In the instant that his shoulders hunched from the sensation of a hole being punched through his body, the man’s penis plunged deep inside him again in one go.

“Hk…!”

It felt as if his whole body had been pierced by a huge lump of heat. The impact was enough to make his heels lift on their own, but thankfully, the hole that had already been wet and loose only smacked its lips with satisfaction rather than pressure. He could feel the mucous membrane surrounding the intestinal wall wriggling as if it had been waiting, sticking to the foreskin. Each time it tightened strongly in that state, a tingling sensation flowed up his spine and spread to his extremities.

Isaiah was already bracing himself against the window seat with his entire arms. As he lay flat on the cold marble, his waist trembling, the flesh pillar that had been inside his body slid out. And then it pushed back in all at once.

“Hh, hah, uhh, hng!”

Repeated, intense insertions followed. With each entry and exit of the penis, the sound of squishing and wet skin rubbing together was loud. The force of the thrusts was so strong that there was no need to ask him to slap his ass like usual. Every time the testicles bumped against his perineum, swollen taut with excitement, his body would naturally shrink and the inside that held the penis would tighten. Overwhelmed, if he tried to spread his legs wider, it would dig in even deeper as if it had been waiting, so he couldn’t just spread his legs any more. It felt like it had gone even deeper than the spot Bran had touched with his hand earlier.

Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say stop.

“More, deeper…”

Rather, he wanted it to go further inside. Imagining his stomach filled with Bran’s thing instead of his intestines, Isaiah desperately twisted his waist.

“You’re greedy.”

Even with the words of criticism, his lust, which was close to greed, did not subside. If it really wasn’t possible, he wanted to be filled with Bran’s semen, at least. He wanted to be filled just as much as the time he had been agonizing and yearning alone.

Finally, Bran’s penis twitched greatly inside his stomach. His body, recognizing the signs of ejaculation, instinctively tightened below. As expected, Bran hugged his waist from behind, and soon, something warm gushed inside his body. With the warmth being poured directly onto his intestinal walls, Isaiah trembled all over as if in convulsions while being embraced by Bran.

“Hhh, uhh…”

The ejaculation was long, and the amount he poured out was just as much. With just one ejaculation, he felt like his stomach was soaked and his lower abdomen was heavy.

As soon as Bran pulled out his penis, semen gurgled out of the opened hole. Thinking that it was Bran’s semen, it felt different from when gel or oil flowed out. With that unfamiliar sensation, Isaiah unknowingly tilted his chin back and groaned.

“Out, semen…”

“Yeah, I came.”

Bran said, tightening his arms around him from behind.

“How does it feel to be cummed in as you wanted?”

The breath on his ear was so sweet that Isaiah mumbled for no reason.

“It’s weird.”

“Because you’re not used to it.”

“…Why are you so sure?”

Isaiah leaned his head back on Bran’s shoulder, turned his head, and asked. When their eyes met, Bran smiled calmly and said,

“I heard you’re obsessively attached to condoms.”

No wonder. Isaiah sighed, leaning his body forward from Bran’s back. He had no idea what he was trusting to not use a condom without fear, but it was because he trusted him.

“It’s famous among the Mountain Dog’s dogs. That if there’s no condom, you just go even in the middle. Do you have some kind of rule?”

Bran asked, getting up.

“Not really…” Isaiah mumbled, lying on the window seat.

“If you have to use a public restroom anyway, it’s better to use one that’s well-maintained. I think anyone would want that, including me.”

“I know what you mean.”

That’s not a very good analogy. Bran said, pulling up his pants.

“Ah, sorry.”

Isaiah was flustered and quickly raised his head.

“I’m not saying you’re like that.”

Usually, people who only enjoyed one-night stands wanted their partners to have the same tendencies. That was because it was less troublesome. So, to emphasize the importance of condoms and also with a bit of self-deprecation, it was one of the jokes they would exchange casually, but it was definitely not something to say to Bran. Moreover, the situation was not appropriate.

“I’m sorry. I’m not saying you’re like that, so don’t misunderstand.”

“I know.”

Bran said, zipping up his pants.

“That’s why I don’t like it.”

Isaiah looked at Bran with a slightly dazed face and then, belatedly feeling a little awkward, changed the subject.

“Well, anyway, yeah. I also like things a bit more extreme. I have to use condoms no matter what because of my wounds.”

Also, since he was aware that he had masochistic tendencies, he always made sure to discuss whether to use a condom or not before having sex. Otherwise, he couldn’t guarantee what kind of nonsense he would blurt out, swept away by the atmosphere. That’s not to say that he had never had sex without a condom, but at least he never allowed them to cum inside.

“That’s unexpected. I thought you enjoyed even those kinds of risky situations.”

“I don’t want to get sick.”

To be exact, he hated being unable to use medicine and suffering even when he was sick.

“You can just use medicine.”

“Yeah, tell that to someone with a fear of heights, that they can just go up, please.”

Isaiah sighed and got up. He was looking around for something to wipe with when suddenly his body was lifted into the air. The sudden change in eye level made him momentarily lose his mind. When he finally realized what was happening, he was being carried on Bran’s back towards the middle of the living room.

“Bran!”

Just as he was about to ask to be put down, he was thrown onto the sofa bed. It was a relief… but not really, because Bran also got onto the sofa bed. Moreover, Isaiah was flustered and shouted at the man who was taking off his pants and underwear as if it was natural.

“No, why… weren’t we done?”

“I changed my mind.”

Bran said calmly, throwing the clothes he had taken off onto the floor. He lifted one of Isaiah’s legs and placed it on his shoulder, then sat on the other leg. Then, as soon as he took out his penis from his underwear, he inserted it without even saying he was going to.

“Ah, ugh…!”

Isaiah instinctively pushed Bran away from the sudden shock. But there was no strength in that touch. It was also true that he didn’t really want to refuse, but before that, it was largely because he had used up all his stamina from doing it standing up the whole time.

On the other hand, Bran was full of energy. Not only was his momentum of penetration like that, but his thing was also so hard that it was hard to believe he had just ejaculated. It was unclear whether his erection hadn’t subsided yet, or if he had gotten hard again in the meantime, but either way, it was scary. It even felt harder than before.