JL Ch5.2

My pleas seemed to spur him on as he took my entire length into his mouth, then slowly withdrew, his tongue grazing my sensitive tip. The mounting pressure became unbearable, and I pushed against his immovable shoulders, but there was no escape. The overwhelming sensation finally burst from me, unable to be held back any longer.

“Aah! Ugh…!”

The intense pleasure coursed from within, spreading to my fingertips. My lower abdomen spasmed with the climax, and my moans echoed the pleasure throughout my body. Only after my release did he let go of my trembling body, and I managed to lift my head.

“Spit it out…”

But the words died on my lips as I saw him swallow and lick his lips clean, smiling broadly.

“It’s fine. It’s not bad.”

His face was infuriatingly handsome, and I turned away, catching my breath.

“Still, don’t eat that. You need real food.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll eat well.”

His cheerful voice was endearing, but I had no time to dwell on it. He grabbed my thighs, lifting them as I fell back. My eyes widened in panic as he moved between my legs. Wait, no way…

“Not there… Ugh!”

My desperate protest came too late as his face was already buried there. His hand wrapped around me again, and my post-climax sensitivity surged back, intensifying the lingering pleasure from earlier.

His tongue teased my entrance, sparking memories of the fullness I had felt when he was inside me. The sound of his sucking was loud and wet, and he didn’t just lick around but also nudged inside with his tongue.

Despite the relentless stimulation, I couldn’t shed my embarrassment. God, this is too much. The heat from the overhead light felt like the scorching midday sun.

“Wait, just a moment…”

My dazed mind repeated the plea, but his tongue and hand never paused. Clear fluid began to drip from my tip again. The stimulation inside made my entrance twitch involuntarily. It was driving me crazy. My mind went blank. I had no choice but to beg between gasps.

“Stop and just… just put it in. Please, just…”

“Put what in?”

He slid his tongue up my inner thigh and straightened up. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, dazed. His black eyes, shining with overt desire, held me captive.

“What do you want inside, hyung?”

His husky voice sent my heart racing.

“Your thing…”

My thing. He repeated with a smile, sliding his fingers into my mouth.

“Suck.”

He commanded. Without thinking, I obeyed, wetting his fingers thoroughly. He kept inserting and withdrawing them until they were soaked. His gaze grew even darker, watching intently.

“Yeonwoo hyung.”

He called me, but I couldn’t answer. His wet fingers slipped into me all at once. My muscles tensed, freezing at the sudden invasion. Relax, I heard him say.

“If you clench too hard, I won’t be able to fit in.”

He spoke gently as he inserted two fingers, pressing and stretching my tight walls. My body recognized the intrusion, and I tried to relax, exhaling through my mouth as he withdrew and slowly pushed his fingers back in.

Unlike the initial rough entry, his fingers moved slowly, pressing and stretching meticulously. As I adjusted to their presence, a tingling anticipation built up inside. I knew from experience that the right touch could trigger pleasure deep within. Just like this.

“Ugh… Ah!”

I arched my back, gasping. The quickening breaths escaped my parted lips, and the heat spreading to my head made it impossible to suppress my reactions. Noticing my response, he pressed the spot inside me again, a short burst of pleasure lighting up my senses.

“Ugh… Ah… Ha, ha.”

I was breathless. Clear fluid leaked from my tip again. The direct stimulation made my lower abdomen twitch, but it wasn’t enough. I craved something firmer, filling me completely. He withdrew his fingers abruptly. I opened my eyes in dismay, meeting his gaze.

“Want me to put it in?”

I nodded involuntarily. He seemed pleased with my response, but the tension returned as his hard tip pressed against my entrance.

“It’s okay.”

How many times had he said that today? I knew it wasn’t okay. He positioned himself between my legs, spreading them wide and aligning his hips with mine. His large, swollen tip pushed against my entrance, forcing its way in.

The initial pain was sharp, splitting me open. He was bigger and harder than I remembered. He moved slowly but steadily, pushing deeper inside. I gasped, trying to adjust as he paused to let me get used to his size. His chest rose and fell heavily. He muttered to himself.

“Fuck, it hurts so good.”

I might come, he added, meeting my eyes.

“Hyung.”

I tried to relax, exhaling. He clenched his jaw, struggling to hold back.

“It’ll be okay.”

Before I could question it, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his length deep inside me.

“Gah! Ugh… Ah!…”

I clawed at the floor, turning my head away.

“Yeonwoo hyung, ha, relax, okay?”

His soothing voice accompanied the rhythmic strokes on my length. Despite having experienced this several times, it still took time to adjust to his overwhelming size. The fullness inside me was intense, and he seemed to be waiting for me to acclimate, though his patience was running thin. I heard him curse softly, his eyes shut tight. It was almost amusing, like a child desperately wanting something they couldn’t have, though all I could do was moan.

He suddenly thrust his length all the way in, and I threw my head back, struggling to steady my breath. Thankfully, he paused again, allowing me a moment to adjust. The sensation of his hot, hard presence inside me, pushing my insides and filling my belly, was something I’d never fully get used to, no matter how many years passed.

“So tight and hot,” Shin muttered through gritted teeth, his thumb smoothing out my furrowed brow.

“I’m going to move.”

Though he spoke, he still waited as if seeking my permission. After a few deep breaths, I nodded. Instantly, he pulled out. The slow, deliberate withdrawal made my skin tingle, but he quickly thrust back in. Repeating this simple motion several times, the familiarity eased the pain. I recalled his habit of pulling out slowly after a swift thrust. Likely for my sake, knowing I was more sensitive to the withdrawal.

“Ha… Ah!”

Each withdrawal left a shiver through my inner walls, pooling in my lower belly, stacking until it exploded like fireworks. My body began to adapt to his rhythm, embracing the pleasure more readily. Noticing my change, he abandoned his restraint. He pushed my legs up, leaning in with his weight as he thrust deeply.

Smack!

The sound of our bodies colliding echoed, pushing me upwards. I needed something to hold on to. My palms clawed at the floor, but it wasn’t enough. I grabbed his shoulders, feeling the shivers from his length exiting and re-entering me. The pressure against my inner spot made me shiver.

I gasped with each of his movements, my head thrown back, my vision flickering with each wave of pleasure. My uncontrolled moans filled the room.

“Ugh! …Ha, ah!”

With every moan, he thrust harder, his length seeming to invade my entire body, spreading waves of pleasure. The continuous stimulation felt like it would tear me apart.

“Wait! …Ugh, slow down… Ah!”

“Yeah, I’m going slow.”

His low voice came through gritted teeth as he pushed in deep. The built-up stimulation exploded, and I came again, shuddering violently.

“Ugh! Ha, ah! Ha, ha…”

My lower belly twitched as my rear tightened around him, and I heard a curse from above. My head swam with the intense pleasure, and I opened my eyes to see Shin, brows furrowed, trying to hold back, his thrusts becoming shallow but faster. Even before the remnants of my climax faded, his rapid pace had me gasping again.

“Ah! Ugh… Too hard… Wait, ugh!”

The stimulation overwhelmed my entire body, my skin prickling sharply. My heightened sensitivity made every thrust feel excruciatingly intense. I could only cling to him, my broken moans the only sound I could produce. His heated gaze followed every reaction, his ragged breaths mixing with the air above.

I loved his scent, his rough breaths, and even his uncontrollable, rapid movements. Despite being unable to do anything but cling to him, all I could think was how good it felt. Suddenly, he pulled out almost completely and then thrust in deeply, rapidly.

“Ugh! Ah! Ah!”

His rhythm sent me over the edge again, a cloudy liquid spurting from my tip. He buried himself deep, his body tensing as he released inside me.

“Ugh…”

He groaned, his entire body shaking with the intensity of his climax. Even as he came, he pushed further, filling me completely. Only after he finished did he finally stop moving.

He stayed inside, his gaze never leaving my face, savoring the moment. My body trembled uncontrollably, unable to calm down.

When his hand stroked my waist, I flinched. As I lifted my gaze, his lips descended. He supported himself on his hands, not fully pressing down on me, but I could feel his weight. His lips brushed my eyes, and I inhaled his scent deeply, the heat from his body intensifying the aroma.

“You smell sweet,” he murmured against my eyelid. His low, hoarse voice made my heart race again. As if to confirm his words, he licked my cheek lightly. I shivered, his lips refusing to leave my face.

“It’s a shame.”

“What is?”

His lips moved to my cheek, and I could see through the strands of his hair. It looked like a dark, shiny curtain under the fluorescent light. But any thoughts of his beauty were cut short.

Throughout the kiss, his hand moved from my waist to my inner thigh. He was still inside me, my knees bent, legs spread wide. His hand moved toward my length, and I tensed up. He then pulled out halfway, the motion sending shivers through me.

“Mm…”

A moan slipped from my throat involuntarily. He paused, but the lingering tingling sensation remained.

“It’s only now that I’ve met you.”

His whisper was tinged with regret. His breath on my skin felt like a sigh of relief and sadness. Meeting him sooner would have been better, but I was happy to be connected with him now, though I didn’t fully understand his deep regret. I reached up to stroke his hair.

“Timing doesn’t matter.”

My voice sounded unfamiliar, rough from the screams and moans. Realizing this, I felt a wave of embarrassment.

“It’s important. I’m greedy.”

He whispered into my mouth as his lips lightly brushed mine.

“Every moment without you was meaningless.”

At first, I thought he was just saying what one would say to someone they love. But as he kissed me lightly, he muttered,

“Now that I’ve met you, I feel alive.”

He pressed his lips passionately to my face, and it didn’t feel like simple foreplay. I realized then that he truly meant what he said. It felt as if someone was squeezing my heart. Maybe it was because I instinctively knew that the depth of our love was different. His love felt heavy and unfamiliar to me, so I couldn’t respond with, “Me too.” But maybe, over time, we could align.

“Let’s live a long life together.”

He buried his face in my neck and laughed softly. The vibration of his chuckle felt pleasant against my skin, and the burden I felt earlier melted away like sugar in water. He started moving his hips slowly again. Even after finishing, he always took his time, rotating his hips gently, savoring the moment. This time, though, it was different.

The sensation of his glans pulling out slowly sent chills down my spine. I knew what this meant, and it scared me. He was preparing to move again in earnest. In truth, I was already exhausted from the first round. Even though it was technically one session, I had already climaxed multiple times from the constant stimulation.

But the remnants of that climax still lingered in my body. His kisses, as he suckled and nibbled my skin, and his large hands continually caressing me while he slowly rotated his hips, left me breathless. Yet, my whole body felt languid and heavy, like waterlogged cotton.

“Let’s take it slow.”

My cracked voice sounded pleading, making me feel a bit ashamed.

“How could it be slower than this?”

He laughed as he answered, and then slowly pushed his member back inside me. I swallowed a moan, pushing against the floor to try to escape.

“Wait, just a moment…”

The moment I muttered my discomfort, his hands firmly grasped my waist and he thrust deeply inside me with a wet, smacking sound. He stopped, looking down at me.

“And then what?”

His voice was kind, but he fulfilled none of my requests. Though it felt unfair, the tingling pleasure spreading from my lower body had me half-drunk, leaving me no strength to be angry.

“My back hurts a bit.”

Before I knew it, I had mumbled my discomfort. He quickly lifted my upper body with ease. As I grabbed onto his arm for support, he hoisted me into the air. I clung to his shoulder, closing my eyes tightly. His member was still inside me, and the position felt even more embarrassing. Even though we’d done this position several times, I still wasn’t used to it. It always made me feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable. The most distressing part was that, despite my embarrassment, my body eagerly responded to the stimulation.

Squelch!

As he thrust upward, the sound of wetness echoed obscenely. The force of his thrusts collided with my downward weight, blending pain with pleasure. It hurt, but it felt intensely good. Unable to wait until we reached the bed, he began thrusting into me while still standing.

“Ah!… Hah, ah! Hnng…”

Wet, slapping sounds filled the room, mingling with my moans. Each thrust sent sharp jolts up my spine to my head. I buried my face in his neck, panting. His hot skin brushed against my lips.

His scent filled my nostrils. I felt the damp sweat on his back. The August night without air conditioning left both of us drenched in sweat. Our heated breaths made it even harder to breathe. With each thrust, it felt like my body was being shattered.

The sound of our labored breathing filled the room, turning it into a tropical night. Thankfully, the room was dark, with only the light from the living room spilling in through the open door. This darkness provided some cover for the shame of our prolonged activity. The embarrassment of my member growing hard again from the friction against his stomach was also hidden.

“Aah! Hah…”

I clung to his neck, climaxing. As my muscles tensed and squeezed, Shin’s grip on me tightened painfully. He held back his climax, his grip on my skin almost painful. As my trembling subsided, the world flipped, and I realized he had laid me on the bed. But before I could gather myself, he pushed into me between my spread legs.

“Ugh!”

He thrust in deeply from the start, picking up speed. He hooked my legs over his arms and pounded into me relentlessly.

“Ugh, no, if we keep going like this… Hah! S-slowly… Ah!”

Still reeling from my climax, his rapid movements overstimulated my sensitive body, making me feel like I was falling apart. I pleaded helplessly, but Shin, panting heavily, ignored my cries, repeating the same actions.

“Haa, it’s okay.”

His husky voice rumbled softly as he picked up the pace, thrusting deeply with a final burst. With a gasp, he pushed himself deep inside me one last time and shuddered. After finishing, he paused for a moment. That brief moment felt infinitely long, as if the world had stopped.

It was only when his hot, hard member slid out of me that the world started moving again. Fluid trickled out, following the path of his retreating member. Sweat dripped from his face onto me as he leaned over. His lips met mine. My body felt heavy and limp, as if it could sink into the mattress, but his slow, deep kiss kept pulling me back to awareness. As his tongue invaded my mouth, a sense of foreboding made me open my eyes. No way, right? He whispered to me as I held my breath.

“I’ll go slowly.”

His hands started moving over my body again. The long day was far from over.

* * *

For Kim Shin, it was a day that left him wanting. So many things had happened: confessions, shocking truths. He didn’t want the day to end. He wanted to hold back time. So, he begrudged its passing. Yeonwoo’s house was unfamiliar, and the bed was narrow and uncomfortable, but it didn’t matter. This wasn’t a dream.

He feared that if he fell asleep, everything would revert to being a dream when he woke up. Even though he had confirmed Yeonwoo’s love and secured his place, the growing happiness also expanded his anxiety. His desire increased. He wanted to keep Yeonwoo by his side for years, to abandon the library and studies, and just stay with him. 

Long ago, he had only wanted to know Yeonwoo’s name. Then, he wished to meet him again. Then, he wished for Yeonwoo to love him despite being another man. Now that he had everything, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to hold Yeonwoo again. Passed out as if he’d fainted, Yeonwoo had red kiss marks all over his body. 

Shin sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, watching the sleeping Yeonwoo. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see Yeonwoo’s closed eyes, hair falling across his forehead, and slightly parted lips. He wanted to touch those lips but knew he wouldn’t stop there. 

He wanted to slip his fingers into those lips, taste them with his tongue until they were moist. The mere thought made him hard again. His desire for Yeonwoo was an endless well. He knew he had to control himself. Yeonwoo would need to wake up and study in a few hours. 

Maybe that’s why, despite it being a happy, pleasant day, his unfulfilled desire left him with a growing thirst. His greed consumed his happiness, but it didn’t feel bad. It felt like the suppressed greed and possessiveness of his entire life had surfaced with a familiar, ruthless face saying, “This is the real you.” Yeah, this is me. It felt liberating to unleash his true nature in front of Yeonwoo. Still, he had to restrain himself today. He wanted to make a good impression. He took a deep breath. The house smelled of a familiar detergent scent. Yeonwoo’s scent. Just the smell tightened his stomach.

“…Damn it.”

Shin breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling as he pressed his forehead against the bed. It was a day that left him wanting.

* * *

A week had passed since Shin came home, and I didn’t know where the time went. We went to the library together, stayed at home together. Spending almost 24 hours a day together kept me on edge, making me feel half dazed. But after a week, I realized that living with Shin wasn’t awkward at all. He seemed familiar with everything, like he had always lived in this house. He even knew some things better than I did.

“Check the bottom left shelf.”

I was packing in the morning and looking for a new pair of chopsticks since my old ones had broken. I remembered having another pair for my lunchbox, so I was rummaging through the kitchen. The bottom left shelf? Skeptical, I opened the shelf he mentioned. Sure enough, beneath some miscellaneous kitchen items were the chopsticks.

“How did you know?”

“I saw them before.”

Shin smiled like it was nothing. His smile in the early morning was a danger to my heart. It sparkled. Even after only a few hours of sleep, he didn’t look swollen or tired; he was handsome from the moment he woke up. No, he was handsome even with his eyes closed, sleeping. Even when his face contorted during sex, he was handsome… I was losing it. I wasn’t a teenager going through puberty, but all I could think about were naughty things when I looked at him. Feeling guilty, I quickly turned my head away.

“Is it that surprising?”

“No, I just think your memory is really good.”

Avoiding eye contact, I noticed him approaching with a puzzled expression and reaching out to touch my face.

“Yeonwoo hyung, are you okay?”

Once a dirty thought entered my head, his voice sounded as deep and sexy as it did last night when we were together. Wow, I’m really losing it. I quickly stepped back and shook my head firmly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Didn’t you say you had to leave early today? I guess I’ll be eating lunch alone for the first time in a while. Oh, I’ll be so lonely.”

“Should I not go?”

His casual question sounded like a joke, so I responded jokingly too.

“Haha, you want to?”

“Yeah, I will.”

When he nodded seriously, I stopped laughing and swallowed hard.

“Isn’t it something for your grandfather? Isn’t that why you’re going?”

“If you tell me not to go, I won’t.”

Why did he joke so earnestly? I knew he wouldn’t cancel his plans just because of me, but his serious eyes made it hard to respond. If I told him not to go, I had a feeling he would smile brightly. A wicked part of me wanted to test that, but I quickly came to my senses. It was just a joke to make me feel better. Telling him not to go would be childish.

“What are you talking about? It’s a family matter. You should go and help out. Help them and get some pocket money to buy us a nice dinner tonight.”

His eyes flickered with dryness at the mention of family, but he quickly smiled.

“I’ll buy us something nice every day.”

Even though I’d grown used to living with him over the past week, there were still things I couldn’t adjust to. Just like now, he wanted to give me everything. As if he had made up his mind to share his whole life with someone, he would always say things like that at any opportunity. So I couldn’t help but worry sincerely. What if he got scammed? Even as a former police officer, his generous nature seemed dangerous.

“Just sometimes. If you buy me too much, I’ll get fat. So only treat others occasionally too.”

“Are you worried I’ll be nice to others?”

Of course. You’re kind and always want to give. What if you get taken advantage of by someone shameless? The world had more unashamed people than you might think.

“Yes, I am.”

I nodded seriously, and he muttered to himself.

“So you don’t like that.”

No, it’s not that I don’t like it. The words I wanted to counter with didn’t come out because I was too busy staring at the pleasant smile on his lips.

“I’ll be careful from now on. Shall we go?”

Yes, let’s go. As I grabbed my bag and headed to the entrance, I felt a bit nervous. Before putting on his shoes and opening the front door, he turned towards me familiarly, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck. His head lowering towards me was also familiar now. What wasn’t familiar was my uncontrollable heartbeat. Before his lips touched mine, his scent reached me first. When I breathe in deeply like this and fill my senses with his smell, my heart starts racing uncontrollably. Every morning for the past week, just before we left the house, he would hold me like this and kiss me. His reason was simple.

‘We can’t do this once we’re outside.’

His lips touched mine lightly, and as he turned his head, he sucked on my lips. As my lips involuntarily parted, his tongue slipped in and touched mine. Our warm, wet breaths mingled. This sensation never got old, no matter how many times we did it, and it always managed to numb my senses. So, right now, my mind briefly went blank. As he pulled away slightly with a wet sound, he murmured.

“Tell me if there’s anything you don’t like.”

Don’t like? I was too dazed to understand what he meant. He placed his lips back on mine and whispered.

“Tell me even the smallest thing that bothers you about what I do with others.”

Don’t be as kind to others as you are to me. This thought flashed through my mind, but I couldn’t say it out loud. It was too selfish of a request. In the end, I couldn’t respond and had to open my mouth again to his pressing lips. His kiss grew more intense, and a small moan escaped from my throat.

His hand responded by sliding down to grasp my buttocks. That finally snapped me back to reality. Wow, this could get out of hand. As I pushed his shoulders away, he thankfully pulled back as well. I clenched my hands, trying to regain my composure.

Just a short kiss had sent a tingling sensation spreading through my lower abdomen. Unconsciously, I licked my wet lips, realizing his gaze was still fixed on them. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, I took a step back. I wanted to throw everything aside and drag him to bed. This was bad. What about the college entrance exams? And what about Shin’s studies?

Even though he said he’d be helping his grandfather with work starting today, he had also mentioned studying with me at the library early in the morning. Working hard at night, studying at dawn, and then working again during the day… It made me want to write a letter of apology. I had to get my act together. I forcefully opened the front door, determined.

“Let’s go. Time to study.”

* * *

A week. For a week now, he had been seducing me every morning before we left the house, but Yeonwoo hadn’t given in easily. Every time I hid my greed just enough to not let him notice and kissed him, he would clearly exhale warm breaths and let out soft moans.

Whenever I had to pull back, fearing I couldn’t control the growing tension below, his eyes would open, revealing a heat trapped in his brown gaze, similar to when he was overcome with excitement under me every night. But that was as far as it went. His eyes would soon harden with renewed determination for his studies.

“Ah, damn it.”

A small curse slipped from his mouth, and Chief Choi, who was sitting opposite, flinched and glanced at Kim Shin. He was in his fifth year at the company, with a good educational background and a knack for work that had quickly gotten him promoted to the position of Chief Secretary. Having caught the eye of the influential Director Hong, his plan was to stick around the company for a long time and get a steady raise each year.

So when he was sent to assist with the private financial matters of Chairman Noh, he wasn’t too worried. Though his assistant was Noh’s grandson, who was younger than him and currently hospitalized, he figured he could endure it for a few days. After all, anyone would be better than the meticulous Chairman Noh.

Chairman Noh was incredibly strict when it came to money, down to the last ten cents on any document. Whenever he was personally involved, everyone would practically develop neurosis. Naturally, his grandson was expected to be better, but that wasn’t the case at all. He was frighteningly thorough, a master at finding flaws and mistakes in the documents. Was he a detective or something?

“This case involves a lawsuit. Please verify the court records.”

A moment ago, he had cursed, but now he spoke without any emotion as he handed over a document. There was no politeness or warmth in his voice, just a cold detachment. Moreover, he was tall and well-built, which made him even more intimidating. Even though he hadn’t said anything special, the tension made me feel like I was under interrogation.

In the half day of working together, one thing had become clear: his indifferent demeanor and indifferent gaze were consistent with everyone. However. Flash, Kim Shin’s phone screen lit up beside him. He seemed like the type to throw his phone in the trash to avoid distractions, yet he exchanged messages with someone every hour. During those moments, his expression softened slightly. It was the only time he seemed human. Chief Choi, moving the mouse to search for the requested documents, was certain of one thing. He’s definitely in a relationship.

* * *

4 p.m. On the hour, like an alarm, a message arrived. At first, I thought Shin had set an alarm to send messages. Feeling guilty about always receiving them first, I tried sending one at 59 minutes past the hour, but the result was a phone call on the dot. His voice, mixed with laughter, reassured me.

‘Don’t worry about it, just reply when you can. Unless it’s too much trouble?’

Trouble? I’d be deeply grateful. Besides, his tender words always made me want to bow in gratitude.

‘Aren’t you sleepy? Go out for a bit and stretch.‘

Stretching? I struggled to suppress a smile. When someone you love says it, even the simplest words feel special and adorable. I finally understood why my friend used to get so excited over his lover’s texts. Reflecting on the days when I seriously considered re-enlisting to snap my friend out of his daze, I quickly replied.

-You should stretch too.

Usually, the message exchange ended after one round, but this time I felt like I could hear his laughter, which made me happy. No one else laughed so warmly at my lame jokes except Shin. Just thinking about him filled my chest with warmth, making me feel light as a feather.

Since Shin told me to stretch, I should do that. Excited like a child, I stood up. Right now it was just stretching, but even if he asked for all my savings, I felt I could hand them over happily. I was worried this morning that he’d become a pushover, but it turns out I’m the problem. It’s hard enough to give all your savings to family, let alone someone you’ve known for just a few months. I might really need to re-enlist…

Lost in thought, I opened the break room door. As mid-August passed, the daytime temperature became bearable. It was still over 30 degrees, but today’s clouds made it less hot. In the library’s outdoor rest area, some people were chatting or drinking. I walked over to the railing, stretched my clasped hands out, and twisted my neck. My back cracked, and I let out an old man-like groan. My back had been sore lately. Actually, it wasn’t just my back. The constant acceptance of his body left me feeling a perpetual discomfort, and my thighs were sore with muscle pain. Spending an hour every day entangled with him, including foreplay and kissing, was more than enough.