DB Vol 5 Part 9

Won-woo blamed Gye Yoon’s voice again. That amazing voice was the root of the problem. Because it immediately painted a picture in his mind. The image of the man who had been between his legs now overpowering and mounting him.

If he untied the rope from his neck to bind Won-woo’s hands and looked down at him with possessive eyes… it didn’t seem bad. No, just imagining it made his lower abdomen throb. Won-woo realized this time that the owner whose roles had been reversed was his preference.

It seems Won-woo wasn’t the only one having lewd thoughts. Gye Yoon’s dick, pressed against his palm, swelled even larger, making the fabric of his pants taut against his thigh. Won-woo looked up and met dark eyes clouded with desire. The few seconds of silence between them felt tense, like a powder keg about to explode. Caught in his gaze, Won-woo asked without thinking,

“But you don’t like the saddle because it’s heavy?”

“Ha,” a short laugh burst from Gye Yoon’s lips. Thanks to that, Won-woo felt the tension ease as if he could breathe again. Then, realizing the reality that had briefly returned, he checked the time. It didn’t seem bad to spend a short vacation here. He was also curious if Gye Yoon could fulfill his twisted desires.

“Yes, I don’t like it. Even the scraps of cloth between you and me are irritating.”

Gye Yoon spoke slowly as he reached for Won-woo’s back. He pushed up his shirt and ran his hand over the bare skin. His hand on Won-woo’s waist was hot, but it made him shiver as if touched by ice.

That large hand curved around his waist and traveled up his spine. He could feel Gye Yoon’s strength through the touch. There was no need for guiding, but it wavered like rippling water. Unconsciously trying to guide, Won-woo was stopped by the other who noticed first.

“Don’t guide me.”

Why? Won-woo barely swallowed the question that rose to the tip of his tongue. He was afraid it might sound like a complaint rather than a question. Because the guide sex they had last time was that amazing. It matched perfectly with the expression of feeling like his brain was melting, his whole body soaked in dopamine.

Maybe the body reacts first to very great pleasure. Since entering this place with him, Won-woo’s lower abdomen had tensed with anticipation. His heart area tingled with expectation. Thanks to what little reason remained in his head telling him “not yet,” Won-woo pushed Gye Yoon’s shoulder with his hand to create distance.

“Let me test?”

When Won-woo voiced the answer his head had barely found, Gye Yoon asked back as if he had forgotten,

“Do you need to test?”

“Then what’s your reason for wanting to do it without guiding?”

“Because it feels good. It’ll feel amazingly good even without it.”

Gye Yoon’s hand slowly moved over Won-woo’s bare skin again. His voice lowered seductively.

“I plan to savor you slowly.”

“You might be the one getting eaten.”

At Won-woo’s retort, Gye Yoon laughed shortly and moved his hand inside Won-woo’s pants. His fingers trailed along the cleft of Won-woo’s buttocks. At the sudden contact, goosebumps rose on Won-woo’s spine. Without realizing it, he pulled his hips forward and pushed Gye Yoon’s shoulder again. Gye Yoon, seeing it as an opportunity, grabbed Won-woo’s buttocks and pulled him closer.

“Ah, you do get eaten here.”

Gye Yoon said as he rubbed Won-woo’s backside with his finger. Ha, shit. Won-woo clenched his jaw, barely holding back the moan that threatened to burst out. His body heated up just from the touch at his entrance. But the other seemed to be taking his time, which was annoying. If it weren’t for Gye Yoon’s erect dick pressing against him, Won-woo might have pushed him away more out of wounded pride. So Won-woo looked up at him provocatively.

“No. I’m going to eat you with my mouth first.”

Though the muttering came out indistinctly, its effect was immediate. The thin veil of reason covering the black eyes he faced visibly crumbled. The fierce gaze suddenly overtaken by instinct was heart thumpingly good. Gye Yoon’s hand grabbed Won-woo’s hair.

“How much?”

How much? Forgetting he had provoked first, Won-woo mentally gauged it. Considering Gye Yoon’s size, half, no, even a third seemed impossible. But his realistic deliberation was interrupted by fingers entering inside his lips. However, blocked by teeth that wouldn’t open, the fingers rubbed his lower lip instead.

When Won-woo flinched at the ticklish sensation, Gye Yoon’s hand tightened as if warning him not to escape. Though it was a forceful grip, Won-woo wasn’t surprised, having experienced it once before. Even if familiarity didn’t erase the unpleasantness, he didn’t dislike having his hair grabbed. Rather, this pain felt like Gye Yoon’s desperate desire to hold onto him, which excited him. Then Gye Yoon’s whisper, close enough for their lips to touch, sent a chill down Won-woo’s spine.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you’re toying with me.”

Though his voice was laced with amusement, it was low and cold. But funnily enough, all Won-woo could feel was the hot breath on his lips. A distance so close they were almost touching.

“You’re the one holding me right now, Gye Yoon-ssi. It hurts, so let go.”

At his deliberately cold words, Gye Yoon’s lips curved instead as he pressed them against Won-woo’s. But his movements were still tantalizingly slow. As the other man’s breath seeped past his lips, Won-woo’s own breath hitched. It was only a brief moment until they touched, but his whole body had frozen with tension. As their lips pressed together, his whisper entered Won-woo’s mouth.

“Beg me to let you go.”

“…If I do, will you let me go?”

“Not a chance.”

Then why tell me to beg? As if sensing his question, the answer came.

“Just… I think it’d be fucking amazing to hear.”

The somewhat cruel smile vanished, and the slow movements came to an end. His lips crushed down as forcefully as the hand that gripped his hair. A tongue plunged between his parted teeth, stirring the inside of his mouth. Contrary to his words about savoring him, Gye Yoon devoured Won-woo gluttonously from the very start.

Every time their lips tangled, a strange ecstasy, like the friction of sex, spread through his body. His lower abdomen tightened and throbbed. Won-woo realized that at some point his pants had been pulled down, exposing him. He held his breath as the hand that had been gripping his ass cheek brushed over his hip bone and moved toward his front.

Their connected lips noticed keenly, and Gye Yoon’s tongue stirred Won-woo’s mouth even more. But his hand didn’t touch the one place Won-woo wanted it most, his cock. As if deliberately tormenting him, Gye Yoon only traced the area around his cock, his fingers stroking between his lower stomach and his groin.

His halted breath now quickened. It seemed the more they touched, the lower his threshold for stimulation became. Just the caress of a hand on his skin felt like it would make him pant. A sensual sigh escaped Gye Yoon’s lips before Won-woo’s. The other man’s excited breath filled Won-woo with satisfaction. And so, he belatedly remembered what he had to do. When Won-woo pushed on his shoulder and broke the kiss, a complaint immediately left Gye Yoon’s lips.

“Hah, why?”

Instead of answering, Won-woo lowered himself and knelt before him. Even without looking up, he could feel the gaze on his face. Eyes that must be burning with a lust so intense it made his skin tingle. Just the thought of it sent a shiver of goosebumps through his veins. It made him look forward to what he was about to do even more.

Click. Zzzip.

He undid the button and pulled down the zipper. The moment he parted the zipper of the pants, the cock trapped inside sprang up, still sheathed in underwear. He hadn’t even properly touched it yet, but he heard a sharp intake of breath from above him. His reaction sent a pleasant, ticklish feeling through Won-woo. He deliberately hooked his fingers on the waistband of the underwear and slowly pushed it down.

“Ha, fuck.”

A curse, like a moan, escaped Gye Yoon’s lips before he could stop it. Listening to the urgent breath mixed with the low sound, Won-woo swallowed. He held Gye Yoon’s hip with one hand and pulled down the underwear with the other, and a thick shaft sprang into the air as if released. Seeing its astonishing size right before his nose, it was hard to look away.

As if bewitched, he grasped the shaft, and Gye Yoon’s entire body twitched. The surface of the pillar of flesh was as soft as velvet, but when he squeezed it with a little force, it was as hard as a block of wood. Searing heat warmed his hand. The heat seemed to dry out Won-woo’s mouth. As he held it, briefly appreciating its heavy weight, fingers threaded through his hair. A husky demand came from above.

“Suck it.”

Won-woo lowered his head toward the tip of Gye Yoon’s tautly stretched cock. He parted his lips to take it in, but he had to open his mouth wider than he’d thought to avoid his teeth scraping against it. Can I do this? The moment he worriedly enclosed the head, the twitching cock filled his mouth.

Again, he heard a sharp gasp from above. The satisfaction of knowing he was arousing him made him take it deeper. Despite the discomfort of his jaw being stretched so wide and the saliva that threatened to spill, the flesh filling his mouth felt quite good.

Schlup, slurp.

As he sucked a few times, careful not to let his teeth touch, Gye Yoon’s breathing grew rough. Unable to bear the stimulation, Gye Yoon’s fingers fisted in Won-woo’s hair. His scalp pulled, and it hurt, but his intense reaction felt so good it was bearable. But the strongest emotion was shame.

He felt the searing gaze on his face. He was conscious of the eyes that must be watching him suck his cock. The shame made his sucking motions fall out of rhythm. He didn’t want to seem clumsy, but he couldn’t help it. The dribbling saliva was also annoying, but the cock that pushed its way in of its own accord, without warning, gave him no chance to get the hang of it.

Haa, schlup, slurp.

Gye Yoon’s cock, slick with the saliva dripping from Won-woo’s lips, began to invade his mouth smoothly. The moment he felt the breathing from above quicken to a steady pace, Gye Yoon thrust his hips forward.

It plunged deep in one go, the tip of the head poking his uvula, and he gagged. His face flushed as he pushed against Gye Yoon’s hips, but the other man only tightened his grip on his hair, holding Won-woo in place so he couldn’t escape.

“Hah, suck it deeper.”

Even through his discomfort, the husky voice, thick with lust, sounded obscene. Won-woo fought back a gag and tried to take the now even larger cock deeper into his mouth. As his open mouth enveloped the cock, Gye Yoon let out another sigh like moan.

“Huu, can I go fast?”

What? As his mind struggled to process the question, Gye Yoon began to move his hips without waiting for an answer. The flesh thrusting into his mouth against his will made it hard to breathe. Kneeling before him, mouth open and filled with his cock, he felt like a mere tool for his desire.

And yet, this shame strangely stimulated him. He was the one with Gye Yoon’s hot, erect cock in his mouth, but his own lower belly clenched as if he were about to cum first. He knew how ridiculous his face must look, but the panting breaths from above were intoxicating.

The rough thrusting continued, and he didn’t know how long he’d have to endure it. While agonizing, this suffocating time was also unexpectedly thrilling. Won-woo squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his lips. Gulp. He swallowed the saliva he’d been holding back, tightening his throat around the cock deep inside. At the same time, Gye Yoon’s whole body convulsed as if in a seizure, and he let out a low curse.

“Hah, fuck.”

In an instant, the pillar of flesh that had filled his mouth pulled out. His mouth, suddenly free, felt foreign, as if it wasn’t his own. Won-woo slowly opened his eyes and stared, mesmerized, at the scene before him. A large hand was stroking his fully erect cock rapidly. As if for a final push, the hand rubbed hard, squelch, squelch, squelch—and soon, fluid shot from the twitching tip.

Smelling the acrid scent of semen that had splattered onto his shoulder, Won-woo raised his head. His gaze met the one looking down at him, and he swallowed without realizing it. They were eyes so hot he felt he could be devoured.

Won-woo didn’t quite remember how he’d gotten to the bed. There had been several kisses. Those lips had devoured him so tenaciously that it felt like an eternity. It was as if he had fallen into a world filled only with the sound of breathing. That was why he didn’t know when he had taken off his clothes, or when the mattress had begun to dip behind his back.

Only when Gye Yoon let him go and sat up could he finally see his surroundings. But he didn’t give Won-woo the leisure to take in the situation. He urgently grabbed Won-woo’s waist with both hands and pulled him forward. Unused to being pulled around by force, he felt awkward as his body was easily dragged toward him.

He instinctively reached out to grab something, clutching the sheets on the floor, but they only crumpled in his hand.

“Scared?”

The question was laced with laughter. The voice was enjoying his confusion, and it wounded his pride. But he had no chance to say no. A large hand started at his lower stomach and slid upward. Goosebumps rose everywhere the hand passed.

Unlike the hand on his waist, which was holding him down with unforgiving strength, this hand was impossibly gentle. When Won-woo writhed at the ticklish sensation, Gye Yoon easily subdued him with just the strength of his grip on his waist. Then he pulled him even closer. Won-woo’s spread thighs pressed tightly against Gye Yoon’s.

The other man’s hot cock pressed against his groin. Without thinking, he clenched and then relaxed his hole. No matter how much their lips clashed or their bodies were caressed, nothing could compare to the stimulation of Gye Yoon entering him. Haaah. A sigh escaped Won-woo’s lips on its own.

He wanted that heat to touch him further down. No, touching wasn’t enough. He needed a stronger stimulation, but Gye Yoon was still just savoring his skin with his hands. There’s no way he has the leisure for a drawn out foreplay, right? If he had wanted to start with caresses, he would have used his lips to suck on Won-woo’s entire body, not his hands. So he assumed the other man felt the same as him. That now was the time to simply devour and be devoured.

Won-woo swallowed his quickening breath and looked up at him. And seeing the dark eyes flickering like flames, he was sure he was right. And yet, he was waiting for something. His raspy voice told him why.

“Move your ass and grind on my cock.”

As Won-woo’s chest rose and fell as he stared up at him, Gye Yoon’s hand twisted the tip of his nipple. It wasn’t a scream inducing pain, but Won-woo’s torso bucked as if in surprise. But it wasn’t bad. In fact, a thrill shot down his spine to his tailbone. Won-woo spread his legs wider, straddling Gye Yoon’s thighs, and lifted his hips. Then he pushed his ass down, sandwiching the targeted cock between his ass cheeks.

The cock, wet with his own saliva and Gye Yoon’s fluid, slid easily over his skin. Goosebumps rose as the hot shaft touched his hole. Just being wedged between the cheeks of his ass, it felt overwhelmingly large. The sensation of the hot, hard cock pulsing traveled through his skin.

Won-woo swallowed again. On one hand, he wanted to get it inside him quickly, but on the other, he felt a greedy desire to enjoy this impatience a little longer. But his body, anticipating the immense pleasure this mass of heat would bring, couldn’t wait.

A mere anticipation sent a wave of shiver like tremors through him. Won-woo closed his eyes for a moment and caught his breath. He felt a hot gaze on his face. He must have really wanted to see Won-woo grind his hips himself, because he was even holding his breath. Such patience, Won-woo thought to himself as he slowly began to move his ass.

No vigorous movements were needed. He just rocked his hips up and down, rubbing his cock between his ass cheeks. The thought of how lewd his movements must look from above made him flush with shame. But this shame soon turned into stimulation. It was even more so because, even with his eyes closed, he could feel the gaze boring into him.

Won-woo slowly continued to rub his ass against his cock and opened his eyes. What if he was even more embarrassed? Seeing the gaze directed at him, he realized his vague worry had been unnecessary. He was openly staring at Won-woo’s ass grinding against his cock. Even though Won-woo was the one moving and breathing a little faster, it felt like he could hear panting in Gye Yoon’s eyes. The moment he confirmed his arousal, satisfaction spread through him. A low breath Won-woo had been holding back escaped his lips.

“Hah.”

At that, Gye Yoon’s eyes slid up. They hadn’t even had proper penetration yet, so there was plenty of time for more sticky conversation. But looking into his eyes, he realized he couldn’t open his mouth. He couldn’t breathe. Despite the distance between them and the lack of any vigorous movement, he felt like he could only pant.

In the silence, the tension grew taut like a thread. As if speaking from a tightrope, Gye Yoon’s hand moved precariously. The hand that had traveled down his lower belly now wrapped around Won-woo’s erect cock. A current of electricity shot from the point of contact and spread through his lower abdomen.

His body, thirsty for stimulation, twitched as if it had finally tasted a drop of the water it craved. Once it knew that sweetness, the body wanted more pleasure. At the hand slowly stroking his cock, Won-woo closed his eyes and threw his head back.

“Keep moving your ass,” the husky voice commanded.

As Won-woo lifted his hips to get closer to Gye Yoon’s cock, Gye Yoon pulled his thighs tightly against him. The hot shaft pressing into the flesh of his ass made Won-woo’s hips move on their own.

He couldn’t help it if he looked desperate to grind against him. Gye Yoon’s hand was stroking his cock, stimulating him, and his head was filled with heat. He kept bucking his hips at the sensation of the large hand stroking him. A tingling sensation rapidly built near his navel.

It was definitely the pleasant pleasure he had longed for, but it still wasn’t enough. He needed something to fill him up and thrust deep inside him. The hardness that was rubbing against his twitching entrance right now. A sound of frustration, like a moan, slipped through his clenched teeth.

As if he’d read his mind, Gye Yoon brought a hand to Won-woo’s hole and lightly scraped his nail down the wrinkled hole. The sensation alone sent a jolt of stimulation through him, and Won-woo threw his head back sharply.

“Ah, there…”

“There how?”

While Won-woo tried to calm himself with deep breaths, a gaze so intense it felt like it was stinging his skin landed on him. How? Won-woo grumbled internally and opened his eyes. On the expressionless face, only the eyes were shining, full of emotion to an overwhelming degree.

“What do you mean, how? Hah. Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“Yeah, I don’t. What do you want to do?”

Just put it in already. It was a simple answer, but saying it out loud now hurt his pride. Even though he had been the one grinding his ass on his cock. When Won-woo didn’t answer, Gye Yoon’s fingertips rubbed his hole and slipped slightly inside. Hah, fuck. As Won-woo sucked in a breath, a low voice was heard.

“Beg for it.”

“What?”

“Beg and plead. You need my cock, don’t you?”

His finger slowly entered him. It was a slender finger, but its slow, stirring movement inside made his thighs tense up. He instinctively clenched, but the finger only pushed in deeper, to the knuckle, and swept around inside him. When its tip passed near his pleasure point, a jolt shot through him all the way to the crown of his head.

Just as Gye Yoon said, he needed him. He wanted something big and hard to come inside and press down hard. The thought of that pleasure made his mouth water.

“You want me.”

“Hah, yes.”

“So say it. Beg me properly, so I can hear you.”

Gye Yoon’s face was unsmiling and his voice was demanding, but strangely, it looked as if he were the one pleading. Desperate to hear the words he wanted, his eyes studied Won-woo’s every expression, his fingers moved obscenely. The low, raspy voice asked again, persistently.

“Do you need me?”

“…Yes.”

“How much?”

Two more fingers invaded him without warning. Won-woo frowned, unable to bear the foreign sensation of the suddenly increased number of fingers. He lifted his head and involuntarily looked down. Though his own cock, held in Gye Yoon’s hand, blocked his view, his gaze was drawn to only one thing.

The mass of heat, so hard it was almost touching his navel. A viscous fluid was dripping from the tip of the head, coating it. As he took in the sight, the discomfort he felt from behind faded away. His mouth went dry again, as if in a desert.

“I only need you,” Won-woo muttered like a sigh, looking down again at Gye Yoon’s flushed, about to burst cock.

Without warning, Gye Yoon’s fingers plunged deep inside and began to stir. Won-woo’s lower stomach twitched with impatience. The voice from above asked him relentlessly.

“Be specific.”

“Put, ungh, it in.”

“How?”

How? Won-woo looked up and froze. It wasn’t just Gye Yoon’s cock that was flushed and about to burst. His eyes, which were definitely black, looked like crimson lava. It felt like he couldn’t breathe. Won-woo’s lips trembled.

“Roughly. …Don’t go easy on me.”

Before the words were even finished, the fingers that had been stretching him pulled out, and the hot head of the cock touched his entrance. As the wetness pressed firmly against his opening, Won-woo’s chest swelled with anticipation. And then it stopped. Gye Yoon was holding the shaft and pushing it in without hesitation.

Won-woo had experienced this size before, but that didn’t lessen the pain. It felt like he was going to be torn apart. He held his breath and closed his eyes again. As if he really wasn’t going to go easy on him, Gye Yoon forcefully pushed his way into Won-woo’s tense, clenching hole.

He barely swallowed the scream that was about to come out of his mouth because of the pain. His body was twisted with pain, but he wasn’t anxious or scared. It was just, okay. His already heated body was ready to accept the great pressure and pain.

“Hah, shit.”

Gye Yoon let out a low curse, as if it was hard for him to force his way into the tightly squeezing inside.

“Breath.”

Only then did Won-woo realize that he had been holding his breath all along, and he forced himself to exhale. And after the relaxation, the thick glans penetrated deep inside again. Even so, when he couldn’t get all the way in, Gye Yoon stroked Won-woo’s cock with his hand.

“Ugh!”

Won-woo threw his head back and let out a moan through his lips. With Gye Yoon’s gesture, the tingling sensation and strength drained from Won-woo’s lower abdomen. Not missing the opportunity, Gye Yoon pushed his hips and completely filled Won-woo’s inside with himself. Won-woo’s legs trembled as if his pelvis was about to split.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of his heart pounded loudly in his ears. But as he had told him not to be gentle, the other man didn’t wait for Won-woo to calm down. Impatiently, he grabbed Won-woo’s thighs and pulled his cock back, then pushed it in again. Won-woo twisted his upper body in pain from below, but Gye Yoon ruthlessly pressed down on him with his hand. After hearing Won-woo’s words, he completely lost his composure and moved his body like a man dominated by excitement.

“Spread your legs wider.”

He spoke hoarsely and pushed into the still tightly squeezing hole, burying himself to the root. From the tip of the cock that had been violently inserted from the beginning, thick fluid flowed and wet Won-woo’s hole. As the insertion became smoother with the stickiness, Gye Yoon wrapped Won-woo’s legs around his waist and quickly slammed into him. Won-woo threw his head back and tried to adjust to the speed at which he was being pushed without giving him time to adjust.

Hah, hah.

His own breath mixed with his heartbeat and filled his head noisily. But it didn’t take long for this rough breath to turn into a scream like joy. He began to feel the stimulation in his hole, which had quickly become insensitive to the pain. Every time Gye Yoon’s cock pushed in, a tickling sensation spread deep into his lower abdomen. As he grabbed onto that shallow sensation, it soon deepened like a well.

“Ungh! Hah!”

As Won-woo’s moans changed, Gye Yoon’s eyes shone fiercely as he looked down. He licked his dry lips with his tongue and grabbed his waist to push even harder. Won-woo’s body shook helplessly at the force and was pushed upwards.

“Heung! Ah, ah!”

In response to Won-woo’s moans, the flesh that was stuck together echoed with a wet sound. The pleasure that had begun to be felt once passed the tingling state and continued to explode like fireworks. Won-woo’s lower abdomen squirmed like a spasm, not knowing what to do with the stimulation. His mind melted with ecstasy and his thoughts stopped. A tingling sensation spread throughout his body like electricity, then subsided, repeating the process.

“Ah, I’m going crazy… Heungh!”

He panted, not even knowing what he was saying from his own mouth. Gye Yoon brushed back the hair that had fallen down and captured Won-woo’s excited appearance in his eyes as if he was going to swallow him.

“Say it’s because of me. Hah.”

He demanded of Won-woo and pushed his cock back in, leaving only the glans behind.

“Ungh! Ah, ha…”

“It’s because of me, isn’t it? You’re so happy you’re going crazy because of me, aren’t you?”

Yes, that’s right. It’s because of you. Because of you. As Won-woo unknowingly muttered between his moans, Gye Yoon pushed Won-woo’s thighs and began to move his hips as if slamming down from above. Every time he pushed deep into Won-woo’s inside, the muscles of his ass split hard.

Slap!

Won-woo’s flesh was crushed and pressed against Gye Yoon’s pubic bone, and the joint rang out lewdly with a wet sound. The hard tip of his cock pushed hard on the G-spot and went all the way to the end. At the stimulation, Won-woo squeezed the cock that filled his inside with force. A lascivious sigh escaped Gye Yoon’s lips.

“Heuk, shit.”

It felt like his inner walls were sucking in his cock. At first, Won-woo’s inside, which was squeezing his cock with force, was as hard as a stone, but now it wrapped around his entire cock like a chewy jelly. Gye Yoon barely managed to hold back from cumming at that moment, gritted his teeth, and moved his waist like a possesed.

“Uungh! Ah! Hah!”

Gye Yoon lowered his upper body and pushed Won-woo’s legs up with his waist. As Won-woo instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist as if clinging to him, Gye Yoon’s hands gripped the sides of Won-woo’s head. Eyes like a beast that had lost its reason looked down at Won-woo.

“Your voice, hah, fuck, I’m going crazy. Scream more, louder.”

Won-woo couldn’t come to his senses in the shaking state, but he looked up at his face at the request that had seeped into his ears. His vision was blocked by his huge body, and his arms were trapping Won-woo like an iron cage, but the narrow prison that Gye Yoon had created was comfortable.

It felt like only this narrow space was the whole world, and the pleasure inside his bursting body was filling this place with heat and breath. The fact that this time and space were all just for the two of them was so satisfying.

Gye Yoon now began to thrust shallowly, burying himself only about halfway. He precisely jabbed only the spot where Won-woo felt it most, making him heave as if he couldn’t breathe. His inside was hot as if it was boiling with heat. Tears welled up in his eyes at the stimulation that exceeded the limit. It didn’t flow down unsightly, but his vision became blurry.

Gye Yoon lowered his head and bit Won-woo’s ear. Lying completely on top of him, he began to move his hips rapidly in rhythm. Like climbing a mountain, he reached the peak of ecstasy several times, only to climb again to an even higher place. At the stimulation that was pushed into his inside, Won-woo’s cock twitched and flowed with fluid.

Gye Yoon’s thighs, wrapped around Won-woo’s waist, trembled as he thrust endlessly, making him feel like he was losing his mind. The lips caressing his ear bit his earlobe and licked inside, but all Won-woo could hear was the sound of Gye Yoon’s ragged breaths. Gye Yoon drove him relentlessly, as if he would continue this thrusting forever while calling his name repeatedly.

“Won-woo, huff, huu, Ji Won-woo.”

“Hng! Ah! Haah! Ah!”

His body shook more violently, the sound of flesh slapping filling the air lewdly. Slight climaxes built up, accumulating and creating a larger wave as a spasm-like tingling began to gather in Won-woo’s lower abdomen. Pleasure that exceeded its limit felt like unbearable pain. His head spun as the sensation rising from below his waist began to solidify.

“Hah! Wait… Aah! Hngh!”

This climax felt like it would break his body. A jolt ran through his head, and Won-woo twisted his body as if to push away Gye Yoon’s arms, letting out a ragged moan.

“Aaaah! Hngh!”

“Haa, not yet. Huff, hmph.”

Gye Yoon pressed Won-woo down with his body, pounding into him with unbelievable speed. A breathless moan escaped Won-woo’s lips, and he finally convulsed, his body trembling as he clenched tightly around Gye Yoon.

“Haah!”

An intensely strong pleasure overwhelmed Won-woo, making his head spin. A tingling sensation covered his insides to the point where he couldn’t breathe, but there was no time to process it. The cock ravaging Won-woo’s insides didn’t stop its feverish thrusting.

As Gye Yoon pounded into him relentlessly, Won-woo pushed him away as if he were about to cry, trying to escape. But instead, Gye Yoon blocked Won-woo’s lips, holding down his wrists. The tongue that entered his mouth conquered the inside with as little finesse as the cock pounding into him.

Schlurp, slurp.

The sound from their lips mingled with the wet slapping from below, heating the air even more. Just when he thought he would truly die from suffocation, the lips let him go, but there was no sign of the same from below. After that, Won-woo panted, tormented by the stimulation for a long time. Saliva flowed from his parted lips as he pleaded with rough moans.

“Haa, stop, hng! Haa!”

Gye Yoon seemed stimulated by the cracked voice, gritting his teeth and trembling. At the same time, the cock that had plunged deeply inside with a slapping sound wriggled tremulously in the deepest part. Heat spread inside Won-woo. Gye Yoon thrust powerfully into Won-woo a few more times, finishing his remaining release and stopping his rampaging hip movements.

When the sound of flesh colliding stopped, the sound of a pounding heartbeat replaced it. Won-woo, lying beneath Gye Yoon, was momentarily dazed as if falling asleep from exhaustion, then realized that the weight pressing down on him had disappeared. And he abruptly opened his closed eyes. Gye Yoon was repositioning himself between Won-woo’s legs, pushing his withdrawn cock back in.

“Wait. Not yet…”

Won-woo tried to push him away, but Gye Yoon ignored him and grabbed Won-woo’s waist. As if to prevent him from escaping, he tightened his grip firmly and twisted his waist languidly, inserting the thick pillar into the sticky entrance.

“I know. I’m not going to go easy on you.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he began to move roughly again. Only then did Won-woo regret what he had said.

Roughly, don’t go easy on me.

*

Funnily enough, Won-woo woke up because he was hungry. When he opened his eyes, the inside of the cabin was silent. Where’s Gye Yoon? he wondered, lifting his head before letting it drop back onto the pillow. The muscle aches that belatedly set in were so immense that he forgot his hunger. It felt like he’d been beaten all over with a club.

“Aah,” The moment a groan escaped him, Gye Yoon appeared before his eyes as if by magic.

“You are awake?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to the startled Won-woo. Though Won-woo flinched and leaned back, Gye Yoon didn’t mind and brushed Won-woo’s hair. Feeling awkward at the gentle touch, Won-woo averted his gaze. Then he noticed the bag Gye Yoon was holding in his other hand. It had a restaurant’s name on it, and a delicious smell was coming from it.

“Did you go out to buy food?”

“Yes. Are you hungry?”

As Won-woo nodded and tried to get up, Gye Yoon supported him as if he were a patient.

“I can get up on my own.”

“I know.”

Despite his reply, Gye Yoon didn’t let go of Won-woo until he was seated at the dining table. Then he neatly laid out the food on the table. It turned out that the bag in his hand wasn’t the only thing he had bought. There were three more bags on the table, suggesting he had made several trips to different places. Won-woo chuckled at the sight of the table that had suddenly turned into a feast.

“Ha. With this much, we could stay here another day.”

Gye Yoon paused for a moment but resumed moving as if nothing had happened. However, Won-woo had already keenly noticed that something was up.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of staying another day.”

“Of course not.”

“…Tell me the truth.”

When Won-woo got serious, Gye Yoon’s hands stopped again. Then, slowly raising his head, he grinned.

“We can’t stay for just one day. We should stay at least a week.”

“That’s nonsense. Even one day is too long. We should eat and leave right away…”

“Then two weeks.”

Why is it increasing? Watching Won-woo’s bewildered expression, Gye Yoon’s smile deepened. It was such a mischievous smile that Won-woo couldn’t even get angry.

“Let’s think about it while we eat and rest. Slowly. We have plenty of time.”

“What do you mean plenty? And I haven’t even rested yet.”

Despite grumbling, Won-woo couldn’t take his eyes off the food on the table. Gye Yoon quickly placed a plate in front of Won-woo and served him food. He put down spoons, chopsticks, poured water, and even opened the lid of the still steaming rice, pushing it right in front of him. At this rate, it seemed like he would even feed Won-woo, so Won-woo pushed him towards the chair.

“I can eat on my own, please just sit down.”

“I’ll feed you.”

Won-woo, who was about to pick up his spoon, looked up, wondering if he had heard wrong. But Gye Yoon really tried to take the spoon from Won-woo’s hand to feed him. Startled by his attitude, as if he were a filial son serving his parents, Won-woo exclaimed while holding onto his spoon,

“Okay! I’ll stay for a day! We’ll eat three more meals together, so please sit down.”

“We should eat at least ten meals.”

How many days is that? Won-woo blinked, unable to do the simple calculation right away, then got serious.

“You want to stay for four days?”

“You don’t have any urgent business, right?”

Well… he didn’t. Gye Yoon smiled again as he served some bulgogi to Won-woo, who couldn’t answer.

“If you really hate being with me, you can leave.”

Won-woo put the meat in his mouth and chewed, eyeing the other appraisingly.

“What are we going to do for four days? There’s nothing to do.”

At most, we could… He paused. Surely he doesn’t mean to have sex for four days straight? As Won-woo widened his eyes, Gye Yoon replied seriously.

“I have a lot.”

“What?”

“To talk about.”

Won-woo was about to pick up a piece of meat with his chopsticks but stopped. Gye Yoon placed the meat on Won-woo’s spoon instead and added,

“Let’s talk all night.”

“…Do you have that much to talk about?”

“If we run out of things to say, we can make things up. Eat.”

Following his words, Won-woo lifted the spoon to his mouth, but his gaze remained on Gye Yoon. Just talking? But it wasn’t bad. No, it was enticing. The memory of chattering alone to a silent partner long ago was still vivid.

Knowing how much he had longed for that peace and comfort, it was an offer he couldn’t refuse. Moreover, this time he wouldn’t be talking alone. To think that he would be lounging in a cozy space with someone, chatting idly.

Won-woo deliberately fixed his gaze on the food to hide his feelings and focused on eating for a while. Gye Yoon, who had been watching Won-woo eat, started eating himself only after Won-woo had eaten about half. Then, watching Won-woo’s reaction, he asked,

“Just ten meals. Is that okay?”

Although his tone was no different from usual, Won-woo noticed the tension in his voice and almost smirked. It was hard to say no when he was being this cute.

“We’ll see.”

“I’ll do well.”

“Hahaha.”

Won-woo burst out laughing without realizing it, then quickly apologized when he saw the other’s face.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you.”

Won-woo added an excuse, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face. However, Gye Yoon’s eyes were already filled with hurt.

“Am I not doing well?”

“No, you’re doing too well. To the point where I wonder why.”

“Why? Because I want you to like me.”

Well, I guess so. As Won-woo was about to brush it off, he heard a serious murmur.

“I don’t want you to misunderstand my love.”

The word ‘love’ sounded awkward. Won-woo pretended not to hear that word and focused on another one.

“What misunderstanding?”

“That I like you because you’re a Guide, Ji Won-woo.”

Ah, that. When Won-woo lowered his gaze, he felt the other’s scrutinizing gaze on his face. Then Gye Yoon spoke emphatically.

“It’s not like that.”

“I know.”

“…You know?”

The voice asked back, disbelieving. Instead of confirming, Won-woo gave a bitter smile. Even if asked how he could believe in his love, he couldn’t give a reason. In truth, he wasn’t certain. Maybe he really did like him because he had guided him.

But there was a vague belief that he would eventually come to love his true self. This belief was given by the Gye Yoon from his original world. Won-woo had already seen several people whose desires and emotions flowed in similar directions even in different worlds. Therefore, there was no more solid evidence than the Gye Yoon from the previous world. The Gye Yoon in front of him would probably dislike it if he said this fact.

“Since I know, you don’t need to try to convince me of your love.”

When he heard no response, Won-woo looked up while eating the last of his rice. And the moment their eyes met, a warning signal flashed in his mind. Gye Yoon was looking at him with his eyes full of red heat. It was a desire so hot it could burn.

“Are you done eating?”

“Uh… no?”

Won-woo denied it in surprise, but Gye Yoon quickly approached as he stood up from his seat. Why is he suddenly getting aroused? Before Won-woo’s shock could leave his mouth, Gye Yoon pounced on him first. The reason he heard later was simple. He said it was just because he was happy.