IPSTDS Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Soon, a sensation he had never felt before pierced through his whole body.

The fingertip that slid naturally between his cheeks felt only uncomfortable at first. All Nahyuk could feel was the foreign intrusion, his body going rigid with tension.

But Kangil paid it no mind and gently pressed his finger inside.

The slick sounds, Kangil’s excited breath, the hunger-laden gleam in his eyes… watching all of that, Nahyuk felt his discomfort ebb away.

“Does it hurt?”

“Mm… a little.”

“But you don’t hate it?”

Instead of answering, Nahyuk gave a small nod. It was uncomfortable, yes, but not unpleasant.

“Maybe if I take care of this, it’ll feel better.”

“Wh—where?”

No answer came. Kangil’s lips, which had been kissing him so hotly just a moment ago, closed around Nahyuk’s cock, already dripping precum.

It had to be his first time, and yet he managed it skillfully, never letting his teeth graze, his tongue teasing the tip in wicked strokes.

Especially when he lapped at the slit, wet with arousal, it sent jolts of electricity straight down Nahyuk’s spine and into his toes.

The strength in his awkwardly spread legs gave out. As if to welcome him, Nahyuk parted his thighs wide, clutching at Kangil’s smooth hair.

It felt so good, he thought he could die like this and have no regrets.

A hot surge welled up suddenly, and almost at the same time, Kangil lifted his face from where it had been buried below.

For a moment, his lips lingered, savoring the taste. When he finally let go, a strand of something opaque—spit, or maybe semen—hung between his mouth and Nahyuk’s cock.

Meeting Nahyuk’s eyes, Kangil spat lightly.

“You came a lot, my love.”

What he spat out was the cum he’d been holding in his mouth.

His gaze dropped again—this time not at the softened shaft, but lower.

“You’re smooth and pretty down here too.”

“Don’t say weird thi—ahh… ngh…”

Nahyuk couldn’t finish his protest, panting instead. Kangil had slicked his fingers with that very release and now teased his inner walls with them.

The discomfort vanished completely, replaced by a strange ticklishness. Maybe it was because his arousal had been driven so high from the earlier sucking.

When Kangil’s fingers pressed in deeper, goosebumps raced over his skin.

Uncontainable pleasure coursed up his spine, making his body tremble. The first taste of it was so overwhelming, it was both wonderful and unbearable.

“Ah…!”

“There it is.”

Like a predator who’d just found the sweetest prey, Kangil grinned and freed his now fully hardened length.

The slick head rubbed slowly against the twitching rim.

“Even the folds are pretty. It’s like it’s begging me to come inside.”

The shameful words left Nahyuk too dazed to argue. His vision blurred with tears he hadn’t noticed spilling, his mind drifting like he might lose consciousness any moment.

Pressure built as the thick head began to press inside. Despite all the foreplay, Kangil’s size still felt impossibly large.

“Ka… Kangil…”

Even saying his name suddenly felt so difficult.

Nahyuk realized his eyelids had grown unbearably heavy, like he was about to be dragged into sleep.

Not now, not at this moment…

But there was nothing he could do to fight it. His body had gone limp ever since he came earlier, not a shred of strength left to lift even a finger.

In the end, his eyelids sank shut. As he drifted off, Nahyuk could only hope Kangil wouldn’t resent him for falling asleep like this.

* * *

When Nahyuk woke up, the room was already filled with light.

‘So in the end, I let Kangil down again.’

He remembered clearly that last night, at such a crucial moment, he had dozed off. He thought Kangil had said something then, but he couldn’t recall what. Maybe words of resentment.

But Nahyuk also felt wronged. His wish to see it through had been sincere—he had endured even the strange sensations for that sake.

Of course, what had felt unpleasant at first had turned into pleasure as time went on.

But in the end, his body was the problem. Frail as it was, it couldn’t hold out to the finish.

‘Still… I guess it’s progress compared to last time.’

At this pace, it wouldn’t be long before they could finally share a proper night together—the monumental thing he had always only dreamed of.

Nahyuk silently gazed down at Kangil, who was sleeping like the dead. He even poked his cheek lightly, but Kangil didn’t wake—only furrowed his brow.

Since it was Saturday, there was no need to wake him.

Instead, Nahyuk nestled into his arms, as though to soothe the lingering regret from last night.

But the moment he leaned closer, Kangil pulled him in tightly, almost like someone awake. His hand pressed firmly on Nahyuk’s head, burying his face against his chest.

Nahyuk rested his ear on that chest, listening to his heartbeat.

To his surprise, it was pounding fast. And tangled between their legs, he could feel something heavy and hard.

No matter how he looked at it, those weren’t the reactions of someone asleep.

“Kangil, you’re awake, aren’t you?”

As if he had been waiting, Kangil answered.

“Caught me.”

“Why were you pretending to sleep?”

“Because you looked so sweet, staring at me all dreamy and then squirming into my arms. I wanted to see what else you’d do.”

“And how’d you know that with your eyes closed?”

“Your stare was burning holes in my cheek. Hard to miss.”

Hearing him joke so smoothly, Nahyuk realized Kangil wasn’t taking last night to heart.

Still, a little uneasy, he offered an apology. After all, he had been the one to fall asleep when they were supposed to see it through.

“…I kept staring because I felt sorry for falling asleep yesterday.”

“I was a little disappointed, but one night isn’t everything.”

“Really?”

At that moment, Kangil’s hand found his, guiding it down slowly.

“But this guy seems to still be sulking. I think he wants you to take care of it.”

The ridiculous words left Nahyuk speechless. What was worse was that, instead of scoffing, he found himself willing to listen. That was even more absurd.

With a sigh in his voice, he answered,

“If I do this, it won’t be sulking anymore?”

“It won’t.”

Even though his hands weren’t small, Kangil’s size was so great it was hard to hold with just one.

Maybe it was morning, maybe something else—but there wasn’t anything in sight to have stirred him up like this.

“Your hand can’t slack off now.”

Kangil placed his own hand over Nahyuk’s, urging him along.

As his palm moved up and down under Kangil’s guidance, the length grew harder, thicker. Nahyuk found himself imagining what it would feel like stirring inside him.

The thought alone left him oddly parched.

“Haa…”

The low, lewd groan that spilled from Kangil’s throat was almost too much to hear first thing in the morning. It made Nahyuk aware that his own body was slowly reacting as well.

He crossed his legs a little to hide it, but Kangil’s other hand suddenly slid over.

“Are you sulking too, my love?”

“N-no, it’s not like that…”

“Because I didn’t put it in yesterday?”

He wanted to deny it, but Kangil’s bold touch left him gasping instead. Breath hissed out between his teeth.

“No… hah… ngh…”

Pleasure sparked up his spine, scattering stars across his vision.

Unintended moans slipped past his lips as he leaned helplessly into Kangil, panting with excitement.

“My love, should I put it in now?”

He wasn’t the only one worked up—it was clear Kangil was too.

Without hesitation, Nahyuk was about to tell him yes, when suddenly something hot spilled across his palm.

Almost at once, his whole body went limp. Even though he still wanted it, he didn’t have the strength left to move.

And then again, another warm rush dripped down. Kangil, who had just let go, murmured in a heated, low voice.

“You look too worn out, my love. I’ll hold back.”

“….”

“But maybe I should just move in here. Even just fooling around with your hand feels too good. I’d want to do this every morning.”

“No… if you did, I’d die.”

Hearing his honest reply, Kangil chuckled.

Like a man holding someone he loved, he pressed a kiss to Nahyuk’s forehead and hugged him close.

“Falling asleep at the wrong time, that’s fine. But there’s one thing you must never do.”

“…What’s that?”

“Leaving me behind and dying.”

“….”

“I told you I won’t let you die. Even as a joke, don’t say it. Remember that.”