M 191

“Haa….”

Though his body was fully open with pleasure, Sehwa couldn’t keep his wits about him either, due to Ki Tae-jeong, who was moving as if he didn’t know what to do with himself, his heat rising unlike his usual self who skillfully controlled the pace.

All he had done was call him darling. And even that was a shallow trick he’d mumbled because he didn’t want to be fucked from behind anymore. To see him get so worked up and run wild over just that gave Sehwa immense mental satisfaction.

“Lieutenant General, ah, it feels… good, ah, what do I… do, I, kiss… ugh, dar, ling, kiss… me…, ahh…!”

Their lips met, so urgently and roughly they felt like they were crushing each other’s noses, and clumsily. They greedily swallowed each other’s heated moans, their teeth clashing and their lips getting messily bitten. And yet, neither Ki Tae-jeong nor Lee Sehwa had the composure to even laugh.

“Ngh, ah, ahh…!”

A destructive climax washed over Sehwa, so intense he thought his brain might burst. Unlike the gentle waves of pleasure that had been building earlier, this was a powerful ecstasy that made it difficult to even stand.

“Hah, engh… heungh….”

“Haah….”

Perhaps it was because Sehwa had unknowingly clenched his insides tight the moment his toes curled, but Ki Tae-jeong also ejaculated earlier than usual. The muscles plastered to his steel-like body seemed to swell as if they would explode for a moment, and then thick, blue veins bulged on his neck, the back of his hands, and even his temples. With every ragged breath he took, Sehwa could feel the sticky semen gushing and filling his inner walls.

“…Stay still.”

Ki Tae-jeong chuckled lowly, saying that if he kept clenching like that, it would only be harder on him.

“Ah….”

As if he had just finished an all-out sprint, he collapsed on top of Sehwa’s body, catching his ragged breath. Sehwa, mindful of the handcuff chain, tried to slowly release the hands that were wrapped around Ki Tae-jeong’s back, but Ki Tae-jeong deliberately thrust his hips up to stop him from moving carelessly.

“It hurts, cough, that hurts.”

Startled by his own terribly hoarse voice, he let out a few dry coughs. Only then did Ki Tae-jeong lift his head.

“Are you okay?”

The sweat beaded on the tip of his chin, the slightly damp, disheveled bangs—it was all somehow so sensual that Sehwa couldn’t look him properly in the face and ended up lowering his gaze. It felt like he had just witnessed something illicitly erotic that he shouldn’t have seen.

“…Yes.”

“Your hole.”

“…It’s fine.”

“It’s not torn?”

“It’s not torn….”

If you’re going to worry about things like that, you could at least ask after pulling that enormous thing out of me. As if noticing his pout, Ki Tae-jeong gently nipped at the tip of Sehwa’s nose and his cheek.

“Um, did you like it that much? When I… called you… darling….”

“You even have to ask?”

As if finally coming to his senses, Ki Tae-jeong carefully pulled his body back and bent Sehwa’s knees up to check his condition. It was reddish, but that was from the friction. It was a little swollen, but that seemed to be because it was drenched in a mix of his arousal fluid and semen….

“Lieutenant… General.”

“Mm? What, is something sore?”

That’s not it, Sehwa trailed off, and Ki Tae-jeong snorted as if he knew exactly what he meant.

“You were showing me much more than this just a moment ago, and you’re still embarrassed?”

Sehwa was about to timidly protest that he hadn’t been in his right mind then, but he shut his mouth, figuring Ki Tae-jeong was probably just as embarrassed. Even after finishing the most primal and raw of acts, exposing his body to be examined always felt mortifying. To be specific, he was embarrassed that his body kept heating up at the man’s gaze, which was examining him for any issues without any sexual connotation.

Perhaps it was fortunate. A quick glance down showed that Ki Tae-jeong’s cock hadn’t completely subsided either. It was remarkable that it hadn’t become engorged despite being so drenched in fluids.

“I was going to return all of that tomorrow….”

Sehwa grunted and tried to sit up, but gave up and lay back down. It seemed he wanted to check the condition of the items scattered on the bed, but since all the packaging had been torn open, a refund would have been unlikely anyway. More importantly, Ki Tae-jeong….

“Used products are non-refundable, aren’t they?”

He intended to try out every single adult toy Sehwa had bought in a fit of pique.

“But there are more that we haven’t used.”

“That’s true for now.”

“What…?”

Until they had spent a sleepless night. And perhaps even after the sun came up.

“You said you wanted a second child, didn’t you? This much is nowhere near enough.”

“Wait a minute… you said we’d take it slow, ah, uungh…!”

Even though he had already cum once, Ki Tae-jeong slowly played with his cock, which hadn’t diminished in its grandeur at all, and swept back Sehwa’s sweat-drenched bangs. His forehead was pretty and round, as if sculpted with the utmost care. Just looking at that exposed forehead made him feel like he could die of happiness. He wondered if he was okay like this. Ki Tae-jeong clicked his tongue at his own body’s state, his cock swelling just by gazing at Sehwa’s pale skin.

“Lieutenant General, ah, uungh, don’t do that…, ngh, it’s flowing… out….”

“It’s fine. I’ll fill you up again.”

As the cock thrust in, slower and deeper than before, Sehwa’s widely spread thighs trembled as if spasming.

“Whyyy…, I called… you…”

A watery film welled up in Sehwa’s large eyes. As if he couldn’t understand why Ki Tae-jeong was pushing him so spitefully when he had called him darling, even using a term of endearment he normally never uttered, just to please him.

“It felt fucking amazing. So much so that I can’t even describe it, to the point where I thought, shit, I could actually die from this.”

And that was the problem, Ki Tae-jeong said, thrusting his hips with a wet smack. As if wanting to bury himself somewhere deeper, the tip of his erect cock stubbornly pushed apart the already-tight inner walls. Unidentified fluids, whether arousal fluid or semen, dripped down onto Ki Tae-jeong’s still-on pants.

“I love you, honey.”

“I don’t, no, this isn’t… n, hnghh!”

“You don’t like it?”

“Just a little… slow, slow… er, this, ah!”

“Darling, do you really not like it?”

Ki Tae-jeong asked as if he would stop at any moment if he truly disliked it. He acted quite affectionate, but his tone was laced with the annoying certainty that there was no way that was true.

“I, heuk, I do….”

“What was that?”

“I… love… you…, so….”

Just a little slower. As he hesitantly managed to get the words out, he sniffled and swallowed. Ki Tae-jeong burst into laughter, as if he couldn’t help himself. Their cheeks were pressed together, so Sehwa felt the vibrations clearly.

His breath hitched at the sensation that seemed to tickle his heart, and Sehwa lifted his tear-soaked, heavy eyelashes. Ki Tae-jeong pressed his index finger to the corners of his eyes, wiping away the moisture, and his vision cleared. Ki Tae-jeong’s marvelous face filled Sehwa’s small world. It was a beauty he never quite got used to, even though he saw it every day.

But… Sehwa knew now. Even if Ki Tae-jeong suddenly became the ugliest man in the world, even if he woke up one day to find he had turned into a tiny bug, he would love him just as he did now.

“Whether there’s one bird or two, they’ll eventually fly away on their own, but a monkey can’t do that, can it?”

It was a sudden change of topic. Sehwa, who had been dazed while admiring Ki Tae-jeong’s face, came to his senses a little late and blinked rapidly.

“So I think I have to be the one to hold you tight. From now on, always, for the rest of our lives.”

A bird? A monkey? Sehwa was about to ask what he was talking about when he remembered a conversation from a while ago, where he had clung to the busy man and pestered him for an answer. His eyes widened.

‘Lieutenant General, what if.’

‘Yeah.’

‘What if you had to cross a desert, and you absolutely had to take a monkey, a snake, and a bird with you. How would you take those three animals?’

“I’ll cross the desert with you like this.”

Ki Tae-jeong added that he would hold his precious little monkey tightly, protecting him so he wouldn’t have to face the harsh sandstorms. Sehwa smiled as brightly as he could. He had been about to say that he had been thinking something similar just moments before, but not wanting to show his pathetic, tearful side again, he simply smiled with all his might.

“Lieutenant General.”

“Yes.”

“Kiss me.”

With the broken handcuffs dangling from both his wrists, Sehwa begged Ki Tae-jeong for a kiss again and again.

“You’re really like a monkey.”

“…You said I was like a flower before.”

At the sulky mumble, Ki Tae-jeong, who had been about to devour Sehwa’s lower lip, let out a soft laugh.

“Yes, being like a flower is also true.”

“…What about you, Lieutenant General?”

It was a rather random question that didn’t quite fit with the answer that he was like a flower. But Ki Tae-jeong’s eyes, which looked as if they were drawn with a brush, curved deeply, as if he understood exactly what he meant without any further explanation. His lips, pressed against Sehwa’s, also drew a soft arc.

The answer was obvious even without hearing it.

It was, I love you, too.