M 43

“Have you gone mute?”

As Ki Tae-jeong rubbed Sehwa’s bulging belly that enclosed his manhood, Sehwa slightly turned his head. Ki Tae-jeong slid his hand past the hipbone to the heated perineum. Usually, when he kneaded this area with his fingertips, Sehwa would moan so sweetly it was enough to rot his teeth… But now, Sehwa looked almost resolute as he bit his lip as if determined not to show any signs of pleasure even if it killed him.

“Babe.”

When Ki Tae-jeong slapped the lower area with his palm, Sehwa hunched his shoulders. It wasn’t from pain, nor from pleasure. It was probably an automatic association with a certain act that came to mind whenever he behaved like this. It was a habit Ki Tae-jeong had created. The intention was to remind Sehwa of their few sexual encounters when semen would trickle down the junction as Ki Tae-jeong loudly slapped the apricot-colored scrotum and perineum.

Sehwa shifted slightly as if wanting to grab the sheets. His toes stretched out in tension as he tried to endure, but when he realized the state of his wrists, he stopped his meaningless movement. Sweat was beading on his pale skin under Ki Tae-jeong’s hands, a sign of the pain he was enduring. Seeing the sweat seeping into every bit of pale skin beneath his hand, it seemed Sehwa was in considerable pain.

“Lee Sehwa.”

“…It’s not like that.”

“Not like what?”

After what seemed like a devouring kiss, Sehwa’s plump, swollen lips parted with a wheezing sound. His white teeth peeked out briefly before disappearing again. The sight of it made the blood rush through Ki Tae-jeong’s veins, his body humming with a primal hunger. The very thing that had been gnawing at him earlier surged forward, overwhelming him.

“It just… won’t come out…”

Sehwa, blurting out words without knowing what he was saying, suddenly realized how his words could be interpreted and hesitated. The neat arc of his eyebrows gently fell. The curving ridge looked quite pitiful.

“So it just won’t come out, huh.”

Ki Tae-jeong repeated Sehwa’s words slowly before suddenly pulling his cock out. The sticky walls clung to him as they vibrated from the abrupt motion. This time, the discomfort seemed to be too much for Sehwa, who let out a small groan. The gaping hole clenched as if missing the sensation of being filled.

Ki Tae-jeong crossed his arms to remove his cumbersome top, tossing it aside and got off the bed to rummage through the drawer. Being in a rest area that only officers could use even within the bunker, there should be quite a few items available for emergencies. Things like medicine, for instance.

Fortunately, he found what he was looking for. H1. Though the weakest in effect, it could alleviate immediate pain. He also saw the patches he had wrapped around Sehwa’s body a few times. After a moment’s consideration, Ki Tae-jeong just took out the entire medicine bottle. If the medicine didn’t work, he could always apply the patch later. He wanted to use this opportunity to further confirm something about Sehwa, or more precisely, about Sehwa’s suspicious constitution.

Ki Tae-jeong spread Sehwa’s legs wide apart, which were already trying to curl up again. The movement was more flexible than before, suggesting his body had loosened up a bit. He removed Sehwa’s top, which had been rolled up and barely hanging on, and poured the contents of the medicine bottle into his mouth. As he fondled Sehwa’s bare chest, a warm dampness opened up beneath his fingers. He entangled their tongues frantically while passing the medicine. A completely bitter taste spread in their mouths.

“Cough…!”

Ki Tae-jeong pulled back and held three more pills in his mouth. As he tried to kiss again, Sehwa coughed a few times and shook his head slightly. It seemed like he wanted to say something… but it was obvious what it would be. And whatever it was, it would only irritate him. Ki Tae-jeong firmly pressed Sehwa’s jawbone to open his mouth and transferred the medicine again. Sehwa’s prominently bobbing Adam’s apple and his long, slender neck swallowed well what Ki Tae-jeong poured in.

Ah. Come to think of it, had Sehwa said he didn’t want to take any more medicine either? As Ki Tae-jeong persistently rubbed his tongue as if intending to trace every taste bud, Sehwa’s stiffly set shoulders loosened a bit. Rather than enjoying the kiss, it was probably because the pain in his wrists had started to subside.

Ki Tae-jeong gently licked Sehwa’s lips, which had now stopped bleeding, before biting down hard. The sensation of soft flesh tearing under his canines made Sehwa’s cheek twitch in response. After licking clean every drop of blood that had formed along the tear, Ki Tae-jeong gleefully observed the newly created scar. He didn’t like seeing Sehwa biting his own lips with a grim face, but he found the marks he left himself rather satisfying.

“I’ll make my baby cry out sounds of pleasure, I’ll have to fvck you hard.”

“…It’s not like that…”

Although it was sometimes used as a resting place during training, this place was originally a bunker. The lounge, without windows to avoid outside gazes, felt as if even the flow of time was cut off. The lighting was rather dim, with an overall yellowish tinge. Sehwa, unable to move an inch within Ki Tae-jeong’s enormous, fortress-like embrace, was catching the yellowish light falling on his face. Thanks to the exquisitely cast shadow, Sehwa looked as if… he was trapped in pouring moonlight. It was a surreal scene.

“Fvck…”

The more he dwelled on it, the fouler his mood became. Ki Tae-jeong grasped Sehwa’s slender calf and examined the sole of his foot. It seemed to have healed quickly, probably because he had applied ointment earlier. As he massaged the sleek gastrocnemius muscle with his thumb, the inner thigh muscles, tense with strain, rose in long vertical lines.

“So you were keeping your mouth shut because you didn’t feel like it?”

At the ominous voice, goosebumps rose on Sehwa’s skin. What kind of 21-year-old man reacts like this? Ki Tae-jeong’s sharp gaze scanned Sehwa’s body. As Ki Tae-jeong scrutinized Sehwa’s entire body with a sharp, scissor-like gaze, he noticed soft down even on his groin, the plumpest part of his lean body. Veins bulged on the back of the hand holding Sehwa’s leg. He hadn’t noticed before, being too busy moistening him. Fvck… How could a body be so obscenely sexy?

“Lee Sehwa.”

He deliberately called the name forcefully, knowing Sehwa disliked it. Sehwa himself didn’t seem to realize it yet, but since coming here, his lips would pout like a beak whenever his name was called. His chin, already wrung out but seemingly resisting tears, wrinkled. From his talk about s3x with someone he likes to his particularly sensitive reaction to his name… Sehwa’s dreams were too childish. They were obvious and easy. Though he denied it, his nascent, immature emotions were all too visible.

“…Brigadier General!”

When Ki Tae-jeong put Sehwa’s toes in his mouth, a shrill voice that he had been longing for burst out. Sehwa flapped in shock. Had he never experienced foreplay or caresses before? Every time Ki Tae-jeong touched a place he hadn’t touched before, Sehwa would shudder like a mimosa plant. Sehwa had no idea how much that reaction aroused Ki Tae-jeong.

Deliberately making noise as he sucked on the foot, Ki Tae-jeong grasped his own erect d1ck. He stared at Sehwa, firmly held beneath him, while rapidly stroking his d1ck with a loud slippery sound. Sehwa’s mouth fell slightly open as he watched Ki Tae-jeong masturbating while sucking on his foot. His expression clearly showed disbelief.

“Ha…”

Ki Tae-jeong’s d1ck, which had been buried deep inside Sehwa just moments before, quickly spat out cum with his rapid movements. Without hesitation, Tae-jeong brought his cum-covered hand to Sehwa’s entrance. The thick sound of the semen mixing with the slick fluids already inside Sehwa echoed obscenely.

He used his hand to scoop up the fluids inside and began to rub the spot where Sehwa’s hole had clenched earlier. As his fingers circled that sensitive area, he slid his lips from Sehwa’s toes up to his ankle and then to his calf. Every time Ki Tae-jeong gently bit and nibbled, careful not to hurt, Sehwa would breathe heavily.

“Hnn… uh.”

As the uncomfortable feeling seemed to grow, Sehwa’s pale body began to heave more dramatically than before. His slender legs, pinned under Ki Tae-jeong’s weight, spread wide open involuntarily. Ki Tae-jeong lowered his upper body to thoroughly lick and bite Sehwa’s writhing body, relishing the taste. Ki Tae-jeong’s sticky d1ck, having just ejaculated once, slid across the white body as if gouging it.

“B-Brigadier… General…”

Now seeming a bit more comfortable, Sehwa slowly raised his hand. The swelling had subsided, and the red marks that had been etched like shackles had now moved to his fingertips. His heated fingers hesitantly touched Ki Tae-jeong’s shoulder. Unable to grasp, push away, or scratch to leave a wound, they just rested there quietly. Ki Tae-jeong, with his eyes lowered, stared at the hand flickering on his shoulder.

“…Lee Sehwa.”

“……”

“Are you trying to act cute now?”

“It’s… not like that…”

“If you’re asking for mercy…”

Ignoring Sehwa’s clumsy plea for leniency, Tae-jeong bent his fingers into a hook, continuing to probe inside him.

“That’s not enough.”

He spread the wrinkles of Sehwa’s inner walls, pushing deeper. He found a raised spot, smaller than Sehwa’s nipple before it swelled. Was it similar? Either way, it was so small that it was easy to overlook, but Ki Tae-jeong’s instincts told him this was it. This was the spot that had made Sehwa clench so tightly earlier.

“Aah!”

As Ki Tae-jeong rubbed and scratched that spot as if gouging it, Sehwa collapsed, unable to endure any longer. He moved his hand so rapidly that it made a splashing sound against Sehwa’ h0le. Sehwa’s d1ck, which had been only slightly erect before, suddenly stood up throbbing. Ki Tae-jeong could clearly feel it hardening more and more as he pounded the inside.

“Haa, nnh… nngh…!”

“Does it feel good?”

The pale d1ck gradually turned red. Even then, it wasn’t a deep red but a light pink, making it look as if juice might drip out if rolled around in one’s mouth.

“Not good… ah, I don’t like it… Brigadier General…!”

Sehwa shook his head, his eyes swollen. The moans he let out, as if something he had been desperately holding back had burst, were much more erotic than before.

“Do you have a conscience or not? Fvck, how can you say you don’t like it while making those sounds?”

Ask anyone passing by, they’d all think you’re begging to be filled if they heard you. As Ki Tae-jeong whispered this lowly in his ear, Sehwa’s limbs trembled.

“Hm? Lee Sehwa.”

Ki Tae-jeong licked the tears flowing along the curve of Sehwa’s ear. He thought it would be sweet like lubricant, but it was just salty.

“Ah, I, aaah!”

With a spurt, Sehwa’s pale d1ck ejaculated.

“I was trying… not to… make sounds… nnh, aah…!”

Knowing Sehwa had climaxed, Ki Tae-jeong didn’t stop moving. As he continued to dig into the sensitive spot at a steady pace, Sehwa fell into a mess completely. After struggling to close his spread legs, he finally dug his nails into Ki Tae-jeong’s shoulder.  The weak attempt to push him away was so pathetic it almost made Ki Tae-jeong laugh. It was hard to believe he had been injecting needles into clients with such hands.

“Aah, nnh, stop, th- hnngh!”

When he stimulated the sweet spot, the way Sehwa’s h0le tightened was… on another level. It had taken Ki Tae-jeong’s dick in well even when just thrusting. But the feeling of a thoroughly aroused body opening up on its own was incomparable. If just fingers could make it clench like this, what would it be like to hit that spot with his d1ck? Could there be other hidden spot like this? Ki Tae-jeong wanted to find more erogenous zones hidden in Sehwa’s body.

“Lee Sehwa.”

“Ah, ah, aah!”

“Don’t you like it when I call your name?”

Sehwa, caught in the waves of his climax, opened his eyes faintly, as though struggling to figure out what Tae-jeong was testing him on this time.

“Would you prefer I don’t call you by your name?”

“Th-that’s…”

“Then what should I do? Should I call you ‘Sakura’ like some of the other guys? Or maybe ‘Samwol’?”

Sehwa’s eyes darted around nervously. He clearly hated both options. But after ruling out everything else, there was only one choice left…

“Should I just call you ‘baby’?”

This was the only option. A call devoid of any genuine feeling, cruel in its mockery.

“Hnn, aah, ah!”

“You’re not answering again.”

“Ah… no, ah… p-please… do it…”

With repeated thrusts, bubbles were bursting at their connection. The somewhat cute sound mixed with the lewd act felt incredibly sinful.

“Do what?”

“C-call me… baby… ah!”

“Oh? Alright. If you want to be my baby that badly…”

Without warning, Ki Tae-jeong shoved the head of his d1ck inside, causing Sehwa’s face to freeze in shock.

“……, haah, ah…!”

The body that had been thrown into the waves of climax multiple times melted softly. The overstimulated inner walls gripped and swallowed his d1ck dizzily.

“I don’t know about anything else, but fvck, you should at least do your best when you’re getting fvcked.”

“Hnng, nnh!”

Ki Tae-jeong took off the watch on his wrist and threw it onto the sheets. Lieutenant Park was calling, probably because the work was finished. He would likely arrive at the bunker in about two hours. That would be enough time to make Sehwa cry.

***

“Brigadier General.”

Lieutenant Park looked at Ki Tae-jeong with a mixture of exhaustion and perplexed expression. His superior was cradling Sehwa, who was rolled up in the sheets, like a child. It was obvious what they had been doing that had made him unreachable until now.

“I’ll hear the rest as we go.”

“…Yes. Ah, I couldn’t tell you earlier because you were in operation, but we received a message from Kim Seok-cheol.”

“To whom? To Lee Sehwa?”