CHDY 14

“Are you a slut who is chaste, or something like that.”

Jaeon was at a loss for words. He realized that the man was criticizing him. In that moment, he felt the liquid that had pooled trickling down the valley of his buttocks. He was seized by a base desire to take the man’s penis into his mouth and suck it right then and there, condom or not.

Inha, who had been lying limply, raised his upper body. He took the condom Jaeon was holding and examined it from all angles.

“Things they sell at places like this don’t fit me.”

He laughed as he looked at the package. His pale lips twisted with a small scoff.

“Erection-sustaining effect?”

His hair was slightly disheveled. The rims of his eyes were moist, the mucous membranes around them reddish. Jaeon looked up at him, his gaze almost licking over the man’s form.

Noticing the stare, Inha lowered his eyes to Jaeon. After watching him silently, he raised one knee. He slowly brought his foot down and pushed it between Jaeon’s legs. Jaeon, who had been on all fours, was flustered and pushed himself up. He spread his knees as the invading foot commanded.

“……”

Jaeon’s penis rose to attention. Under the man’s gaze, it quivered, growing even more taut. It was still leaking a milky white fluid, as if he were incontinent.

“I think you’re the one who should be using this, not me.”

Jaeon’s face turned even redder. Having just masturbated to climax a moment ago, he had nothing to say. Inha, looking down at the bowing Jaeon, averted his gaze. He reached out, somewhat irritably, and opened the nightstand drawer. What he took out was another condom. He quickly tore open the wrapper and, with a skilled hand, sheathed his own penis in the rubber.

“Now you can go ahead.”

A low voice added the finishing words.

“A chaste fucking.”

“……”

Jaeon’s lips fell open foolishly. Although Jaeon knew Inha was being sarcastic, he felt confused by the man’s faint smile. The strangely kind tone also muddled Jaeon’s thoughts.

Short, hurried breaths escaped through his lips. After thrusting his hips a few times, Jaeon finally mounted the firm body.

The condom, put on with such effort, ended up slipping off and rolling onto the bed. It had been too tight for them to enter with it on. After several attempts where even penetration proved difficult, it was Jaeon who removed it.

Insertion required a long time. After a hard struggle, he barely succeeded in taking half of it in. When he had swallowed it all, it was more overwhelming than he had expected. And more satisfying than he had expected. Jaeon felt as if Inha’s penis was the only organ inside his stomach. He could feel the mass of flesh filling him all the way up to just below his solar plexus.

While the insertion and adjustment were taking place, Inha was merely observing. He would let out a deep breath from time to time, but only watched what Jaeon was doing. His attitude was thoroughly passive and detached.

“Hngh… ugh.”

Groaning with effort, Jaeon slowly began to move. Now that he was somewhat used to the foreign object, it was at least possible to grind back and forth.

“Ah, heugh…”

Despite the stinging pain, Jaeon’s penis was still erect. As he moved up and down, he unknowingly rubbed it against Inha’s abdomen. He could feel the defined abdominal muscles through his sensitized skin. A strange, erotic sensation bloomed.

Jaeon attempted a kiss. Inha let him do as he pleased. At his doll-like demeanor, Jaeon felt timid, yet unable to overcome his arousal, he sucked on the man’s tongue. Soon, Inha’s lips parted. His hand, too, had come to rest on Jaeon’s waist at some point. It was a small change, but it made Jaeon feel dizzy. His breathing grew harsher, and he instinctively tightened his insides.

The point of connection contracted, and Jaeon’s movements grew more intense. With his heated hands, Jaeon caressed Inha, then gripped the nape of his neck. Flushed with arousal, he kept kissing him and pressing their bodies together. As if to stop this behavior, Inha’s hand tightened as well. With his other hand, Inha grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Jaeon’s head.

“Mmph…!”

With his scalp pulled taut, veins popped on Jaeon’s forehead. The kissing became fierce, and his movements grew rough to match. Jaeon unknowingly dug his nails into the firm body. It was strange that having his hair pulled made him even more excited. It should have been unpleasant, but instead, it felt so good it gave him goosebumps. To be precise, he liked that he could feel the man’s emotions in that grip. He could feel strong arousal. He could feel the control trying to rein in that arousal. The painful grip was paradoxically perceived as a protective act. It felt strange to himself that he could feel protected in a violent act.

As the kiss continued for a long time, he grew wetter inside. Bodily fluids seeped out, dampening the area around them. The tight interior became more comfortable, and his movements grew smoother. Every movement was accompanied by a wet, squelching sound.

“Heut, tsk, heuuuut…, tsk…”

Inha’s hand was supporting the small of his arched back. Power flowed into his hand, as if helping Jaeon’s rhythmic, back-and-forth movements. Whenever he felt the strong pull, Jaeon would fall into a state of ecstasy. The slightest display of initiative from the man made Jaeon’s entire body respond with joy.

Their synchronized movements grew increasingly urgent. Through their parted mouths, their breaths and moans mixed together messily. The escalating sexual pleasure seemed to whip them both onward. Frowning, Inha clutched Jaeon’s body. He squeezed the lean waist as if to wring it out, holding it tight. Startled by the sensation that was both pain and pleasure, Jaeon threw his head back. Ah, a single, low cry escaped him.

Inha’s lips pressed against his exposed Adam’s apple. Something wet and hot sucked at the bone of Jaeon’s throat. Unable to bear the tingling sensation, Jaeon bucked. He contracted his insides with all his might, thrusting his hips up as if trying to escape.

And immediately, he came. This time, the semen shot out forcefully. It splattered on Jaeon’s chest, the nape of his neck, and Inha’s abdomen. The penis buried inside him ejaculated as if following suit. Even after Inha had also finished, the two remained entwined for a short while. They calmed their feverish breathing until it became gentle.

“Just one more time…”

“……”

“…can we?”

Lifting his head, Jaeon asked. Cautiously, but with an expectant face. Inha, who had been staring back at him, slowly straightened his slightly inclined upper body. With the languid movements of post-climax, he swept back his disheveled hair.

“Just a moment.”

A long arm reached out to the nightstand next to the bed. What Inha picked up were a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that had been stacked together. He took out a single cigarette and placed it between his lips. Turning his head to the side, he lit it. Jaeon’s gaze lingered on the lighter, designed in black and silver. At a glance, it looked like an expensive item, unlike the cheap ones sold at convenience stores. When he opened the lid, the clink of metal striking metal had a clear ring to it. Even the way his hands moved to open and close it seemed stylish, and it didn’t seem to be just because Jaeon was smitten with him.

Smoke scattered from his slightly parted lips. Jaeon held his breath and watched him. The feeling was strange. This was the first time he had watched someone smoke from such a close distance.

In the ambiguous atmosphere, the penis was still inside Jaeon’s body. Should he pull out, get off, and wait? The thought crossed his mind, but when he remembered how difficult it had been to get it in, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It seemed better to just wait in this position. Secretly, he liked this position, too. It felt like a special opportunity to appreciate the sight of him smoking from right in front of him.

The cigarette trembled between his rosy lips. The lips, pressed by the cigarette, looked exceptionally soft. His gaze lingered for moments on the burning embers, the fingers holding the cigarette, the tap, tap, tap gesture against the ashtray on the nightstand, and the lips that formed a circle around it again.

“……”

In the middle of his observation, Jaeon suddenly looked down at his own stomach. Perhaps it was his imagination, but it felt tighter than a moment ago. He felt as though the penis inside him was slowly growing larger, like an organ swelling. Jaeon wiped his face with a dry hand, cleared his throat, and sniffled. He used pointless gestures and actions to distract his unnecessary awareness.

“Do you hate the smoke?”

Inha asked as he flicked the ash into the ashtray. Jaeon lifted his head, which he had been letting hang awkwardly. No, he blurted out an immediate reply, and then added more, just in case.

“I like it.”

For some reason, after hearing his answer, Inha stared at Jaeon intently. As the prolonged stare made Jaeon reflexively tense up, a question was thrown at him.

“Want a drag?”

The unexpected question flustered him, but only for a moment. Without thinking for long, Jaeon nodded. Averting his gaze, Inha brought the cigarette he was smoking near Jaeon’s mouth. Jaeon leaned forward and gently bit down on the damp filter. With a careful expression, he drew in the smoke. However, before he could even properly hold it in, he burst into a series of loud coughs, hack, hack.

This was Jaeon’s first time smoking. He thought he would be able to handle a light puff, but he was caught off guard by the smoke, which was harsher than he’d expected. His face flushed red as he lifted his head. And then, Jaeon became even more flustered.

He saw a face that was laughing as if in disbelief. Inha had the cigarette in his mouth and was laughing with his eyes cast down. Jaeon’s eyes were helplessly drawn to him.

The face, bathed in the ivory-white light, looked warm. Inha, with the remnants of a smile still on his face, soon lifted his eyes. He wore an expression as if he had only just noticed Jaeon, who was staring at him like someone bewitched. His eyes, looking back and forth between Jaeon’s dazed gaze and parted lips, trembled slightly.

A strange current enveloped them. The two of them stared at each other without any words or laughter. The stare continued until a very small crack formed. The moment the tension, which had stretched taut like a close contest, reached its peak, they rushed at each other desperately.

A single second was enough for them to cling together as one body. At the same instant they crushed their lips together and began to suck, Inha reached out his arm and stubbed out the cigarette. The hand that had gone to the ashtray on the nightstand returned in a flash, wrapping around Jaeon’s back. Like a thick snake coiling, it quickly made its way up to the nape of his neck. The urgent kiss was followed by an equally fierce grinding of their bodies.

“Ah, ah, ah…!!”

Jaeon’s moans climbed to a much higher pitch than before. Intertwined with them was a rough groan that scratched at the throat and nasal passages. It was the sound Inha was making.

“Kkht, tsk…!”

When they moved together, the act became far more aggressive and faster. The previous session felt gentle in comparison. Like a fire spreading and accelerating, the friction built up heat uncontrollably.

“Ah…!!”

As he neared the end, Jaeon’s head fell back. Letting out a cry, Jaeon gripped the other man’s shoulders with all his might. Inha’s brow furrowed at the all-encompassing sensation of being squeezed. He could feel the inner walls contracting as if biting down, and Jaeon’s hands clenching with his fingernails. His back and thighs grew even harder.

Thrusting inside roughly, as if exploding, Inha also ejaculated. A deep pleasure that made him groan involuntarily and shake his hips shot through him.

“Haa…, haa…”

A pleasant exhaustion spread through the room along with the humidity. The soaring excitement had been like a flame that burns out in an instant. Jaeon felt a tingling sensation from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. He rested his forehead on Inha’s shoulder, feeling the afterglow as he slowly came down from the peak.

After catching his breath to some extent, Jaeon slowly began to move his body again. The embers he thought had been completely extinguished were stealthily rekindling. This time, he didn’t even ask for permission to go one more time. He simply followed his budding instinct and stimulated their joined parts.

“Ah…, euum…”

As his movements slowed, his moans also became drawn out. There was none of the previous urgency, but the pleasure was thick and sharp. The point of connection and the area around it were all slick with moisture. Jaeon looked at the man he was holding. Inha was in much the same state as Jaeon. His eyelashes, like everywhere else, were wet with sweat. His skin and lips were all dewy and glistening.