IDESGI Chapter 28
by BrieChapter 28
The heat pooling below spread through his entire body, leaving a tingling sensation.
Unable to endure it, Yeoul twisted his legs, melting in the unbearable heat. It wasn’t enough. His hand, craving stronger stimulation, grabbed Ihan’s arm.
“Yu… Yoo Ihan.”
“What? Not enough? What should I do for you?”
Yeoul found it infuriating that Ihan was asking while already knowing the answer. With tears welling in his eyes, he glared at Ihan with all his might, but Ihan pretended not to notice and kept tormenting his nipples.
“You have to say it for me to know.”
Yeoul bit his lip. Even though they had tangled bodies countless times before, maybe because it had been a while, nervousness lingered on his tongue and he couldn’t get the words out.
“…Just. Like we usually do.”
When Yeoul still refused to say the words “put it in,” Ihan let out a short laugh.
“Yeoul, say it. Who’s the only one allowed to have you?”
Even while licking his nipples, Ihan didn’t stop pressing his knee into Yeoul’s crotch. The plea to hurry up and put it in was right at the tip of his tongue.
“If you say it, I’ll put it in.”
But he wouldn’t — instead continuing to stimulate without entering, until the sensation became more torturous than pleasurable. Yeoul whimpered like he was about to cry.
“Hhh… Yoo… Yoo Ihan.”
“What was that?”
“Put it in already! You bastard!”
Yeoul threw a pillow at him, which Ihan dodged easily, the corner of his mouth curling into a grin.
“You really are stubborn.”
Ihan’s index finger rubbed around Yeoul’s entrance before sliding deep inside. The tight inner walls twitched around his finger, igniting the urge to take him right then and there.
Forcing himself to be patient, Ihan grabbed the lube and poured it over Yeoul’s rear before starting to carefully stretch him open. Soon, the entrance was slick and sticky. Yeoul let out a thin moan and twisted his waist in discomfort.
“Mm… ngh.”
When Ihan teased him, skimming just shy of his peak, Yeoul’s body tingled so badly he gripped the sheets.
“Yu… Yoo Ihan…”
Yeoul, who had often been told he was patient, had no idea why Ihan’s touch always melted him so quickly. He mumbled through a quiver in his voice.
“You have to say it, Yeoul. What do you want me to do?”
Why was he acting so leisurely when he looked ready to devour him whole? The unhurried Ihan only made him more irritated. Whether it was spite or desperation, Yeoul suddenly flipped over, raising his hips high and burying his face into the bed.
“…Hurry up…”
Ihan stared blankly at the pale, plump curve of his rear before cursing under his breath.
“Fuck, there’s a limit to how much you can drive someone insane.”
Seeing the greedy entrance seemingly waiting for his cock made it nearly impossible to keep his sanity. Knowing exactly how hot and tight it would cling to him, how could he just sit still?
Still, if he went in like this, Yeoul would definitely be in pain. Clinging to the last shreds of restraint, Ihan continued to stretch him thoroughly.
Before long, one finger became two, then two became three. In truth, Ihan was on the verge of going mad with the desire to push into Yeoul immediately, but it still wasn’t enough to take him comfortably.
Only after gritting his teeth and making sure did Ihan finally pull his hand away. He rubbed the tip of his penis against the cleft, positioning himself. The entrance twitched, as if ready to swallow him whole.
‘Fuck.’
Reaching his limit, Ihan pushed his thick, obscene penis in all at once. Yeoul gasped sharply at the sudden intrusion.
“Putting it in so suddenly, ah—!”
Before he could finish speaking, there was a wet smack as Ihan’s pelvis slammed against his rear. The slapping sound echoed continuously through the room. The penis drove in deep, thrusting right at his prostate as if it had found its target.
“Ahh! Nghh… ahh.”
With his face buried in the pillow and his hips raised high, Yeoul didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before the pleasure Ihan was giving him filled his body completely. It felt like an arm was moving in and out of him. That was no exaggeration.
The leisure Ihan had shown earlier was gone, replaced by the relentless way he drove into Yeoul, intent on devouring him. The merciless thrusts made Yeoul gasp for breath.
“Haah, ahh, ngh…!”
Every moment of contact with Ihan was electric. Feeling the full weight of Ihan’s affection made him realize that their bodies were truly one.
Yeoul tried to erase those sentimental thoughts. To keep Ihan from noticing his true feelings, he had to mask them with pleasure.
Fortunately—or not—Ihan interrupted his thoughts. With the pounding thrusts, there was no space left for distraction.
The sound of skin brushing against slick inner walls echoed in the room. Ihan would pull his cock almost all the way out, only to push it back in again. Repeating this quickly made Yeoul feel like he couldn’t breathe. With his prostate struck over and over, the urge to climax became impossible to resist.
“Hhhng! Aahh, nghh.”
Just before Yeoul could come, Ihan pulled him up and pressed their bodies together. Sitting with one knee on the bed, the angle drove his penis even deeper between Yeoul’s cheeks. A different sensation from earlier ran up Yeoul’s spine. The pleasure spreading in his stomach pooled downward, constantly stimulating something inside him.
“W-wait. Wait, stop for a sec…!”
At this rate, he felt like he would wet the bed. It wasn’t the same as a normal climax—an unfamiliar yet not entirely new feeling. But no matter how many times it happened, Yeoul could never get used to releasing something other than semen. It was humiliating every time.
“Hhh, I-Ihan.”
“Yeah. It’s okay. You can let go.”
Ihan whispered into his ear. Of course, the weapon-like thing inside him didn’t stop moving.
You crazy bastard, I said stop!
Yeoul twisted and squirmed, trying to hold it in, but Ihan shoved his cock inside with even more force than before, as if to say there was no way he’d stop.
“Ahhh!”
A jolt of electric pleasure shot up his back. The ecstasy he could no longer hold back spilled out in a clear stream. Ihan chuckled at the sight of the water flowing freely.
“Yeoul, you’re going to soak the whole bed at this rate.”
Exhausted, Yeoul leaned against Ihan’s chest. His body still trembled from the leftover heat, but Ihan didn’t allow even a moment’s rest.
Flipping Yeoul over and spreading his legs, Ihan sank back into his entrance.
Yeoul panted, but Ihan didn’t show any mercy. The merciless pounding against his most sensitive spot turned Yeoul’s mind white.
“Hhh, I-I feel like I’m going to die.”
With Yeoul clutching at his arms desperately, eyes glistening, Ihan ground his teeth.
“It’s fine. I’ll die with you.”
The moment those words touched his ear, Yeoul’s heart plummeted and burned black. How could Yoo Ihan say something like that so casually? He must be saying it because he didn’t know how much pain Yeoul had gone through after his death.
“Yeoul?”
Sensing the change in Yeoul’s emotions, Ihan stopped moving. Yeoul gripped his forearm tightly, feeling on the verge of tears.
“…Don’t say that.”
He bit his lip to hold back the tears, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
“Don’t say you’ll die because of me…”
“Does it upset you when I say that?”
Yeoul didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled Ihan’s neck down and pressed their lips together. He even cut off the flow of guiding energy, as if to hide his feelings, but Ihan could still sense what was in his heart.
‘You love me, don’t you?’
The more guiding energy he received, the more certain he was—Han Yeoul loved Yoo Ihan deeply. It was a fierce love that couldn’t be hidden by pleasure or fear, and it drove Ihan wild.
He hadn’t planned to hold back today anyway, but at this rate, he really might devour Yeoul entirely. The desire to consume him swelled like a tide.
Ihan gently brushed back the sweat-damp hair from Yeoul’s forehead.
“I won’t say that again. I’ll live with you for a long, long time.”
“…This is the last time, you know.”
A long, long time. Yeoul turned the words over in his mind. But no matter how much he tried to swallow them, he knew he could never truly digest them.
Because he would die soon.
That’s why he wanted to savor this moment before then.
Yeoul wrapped his arms tightly around Ihan’s neck and whispered suggestively,
“Ihan, is this really the end?”
“Yeoul, if you tease me, you’ll only regret it.”
Ihan’s lips curved in a small smile as he spread Yeoul’s legs and hooked them over his shoulders. Sliding his penis inside, the sticky inner walls clung to him. Racing through the moist passage, Ihan took every part of him he wanted.
Soon, his own climax surged.
“Kh.”
Pulling his penis out, white semen dripped down Yeoul’s legs. The erotic sight quickly made him hard again. Ihan rubbed his tip between Yeoul’s cheeks, and the greedy entrance twitched, swallowing him once more.
“Ugh…”
His lower back hurt so much he could barely open his eyes. Yoo Ihan had kept his word, going at it until Yeoul really passed out.
“Haah… seriously, Yoo Ihan…”
With a body aching everywhere, Yeoul forced himself to sit up. Blinking his eyes open, he looked around and froze in shock.
“Where is this?”
This was clearly not the hotel. The room wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t spacious either, and a faint chill hung in the air.
Looking around the cylindrical room with its rounded ceiling, Yeoul tried to get off the bed but collapsed to the floor—his legs wouldn’t support him.
“Yoo Ihan… seriously… you don’t know the meaning of moderation…”
Shakily finding his footing, Yeoul explored the interior. A living room, two similarly sized rooms, a small kitchen, and a bathroom.
‘I don’t see Ihan anywhere. What the hell…?’
A sense of unease told him he needed to get out of here immediately. Hastily throwing on his clothes, he crossed the space in search of the front door.
But then—
“…Huh?”
Though the cylindrical building was made up of connected sections and had a living room, two rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom…
There was no door.