MIM 19

From the moment Jae-seung was consumed by pleasure, his consciousness blurred. Jae-seung rubbed his d1ck between Shin-woo’s buttocks and cummed, then smeared the semen onto the hole, spreading the folds with his fingers. He fvcked it with his d1ck for a long time, the h0le spread open enough to glimpse the crimson inner walls.  He kept doing it without realizing how much time had passed, and his mind became dizzy.

“Ugh… Mmm. Haa…”

The slapping sound echoed in the quiet room. Jae-seung’s thick d1ck was relentlessly thrusting between Shin-woo’s spread buttocks. His lower body was bruised, as if beaten from the relentless pounding. Jae-seung couldn’t even remember when he last came, but the squelching sound with each thrust became increasingly explicit.  At some point, Shin-woo’s thighs, which had been firmly planted, began to tremble slightly. Jae-seung pressed down on his waist and mounted him.

Jae-seung relentlessly drove his d1ck in until Shin-woo’s knees finally buckled under his weight.  Shin-woo, who had his face buried in the sheets, silently enduring, finally turned his head to the side. His knees, which had been neatly spread shoulder-width apart, had been wide open like a frog’s for a long time.  Shin-woo’s body was pushed upwards along with the sheets by the force of Jae-seung’s d1ck trying to penetrate deeper.

Jae-seung didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

When Jae-seung finally came to his senses, his hands were holding Shin-woo’s ankles.  Below his bulging biceps, Shin-woo was pinned down, his body folded in half.  His lower body was arched back, revealing everything from his perineum to the h0le where Jae-seung’s d1ck was embedded. Despite being covered in scars, his groin was smooth.

Jae-seung pulled his d1ck out of the h0le and pulled Shin-woo down by his buttocks. He dragged him back, leaving a trail of thin semen, spread his legs, and rammed himself in, crushing the slippery inner walls, all the way to the root. Jae-seung kept Shin-woo’s hands tied and his legs pinned down, preventing him from doing anything but receiving his d1ck as he relentlessly thrusted his hips.

“Haa…”

The narrow h0le tightly gripped his d1ck.  As soon as the feeling of orgasm hit him, a burning sensation spread through his stomach, Jae-seung let out a long moan. The tension that had been tautly pulling his muscles suddenly released, and the exquisite pleasure of the heat receding from his head was overwhelming.  Cumming inside someone was a completely different experience than masturbation.

Jae-seung shuddered and ejaculated the remaining semen. He pulled out his penis, which had not subsided even after ejaculation, and rubbed it against the h0le, and the abused hole gurgled, spitting out a whitish fluid.

Even as the thin semen soaked the bedsheets, Shin-woo didn’t make a sound. Was he muting his voice because of the order to hide his burn scars? Jae-seung slowly raised his eyes to the guy’s face, which he had deliberately avoided looking at.

Above his cheeks flushed with heat, Shin-woo’s bruised eyes looked up at him.  While flushed skin and bloodshot eyes are natural during s3x, Jae-seung couldn’t bear his unfamiliar gaze. Jae-seung pulled the blanket he had set aside and covered Shin-woo’s upper body.  It was blatantly clear that he didn’t want to see his face, but Shin-woo didn’t care. Jae-seung spat on his swollen h0le and pressed his d1ck against the folds.

Jae-seung heard a sound so faint that it was almost imperceptible unless he was paying close attention. It was a m0an, barely escaping after being forcibly suppressed. Jae-seung deliberately exhaled deeply to avoid hearing it. Then, he roughly thrust his hips until all thought left him.

***

On Monday morning, Jae-seung opened his eyes in a damp bed. As soon as he regained consciousness, he jumped up. His head was surprisingly clear, and his muscle aches were gone, making his movements light.

Pale blue light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the traces of the passionate night. He flinched and frowned when he saw a discarded hoodie. Hr thought Shin-woo had gone to the annex, but he was asleep next to him, curled up. Even just seeing the top of his head buried in the hoodie made his stomach churn.

Jae-seung couldn’t remember how many times he came. He made him lie on his stomach, exposing only his buttocks, and spent the whole night fvcking him. When he was overcome with rage, he even tormented him, ordering him to maintain his position even during short breaks. He didn’t know when Shin-woo fell asleep after being on all fours all night.

Jae-seung was about to wake him up and kick him out, but he changed his mind. His first experience, which he wanted to have with someone he liked, was lonely and miserable.  It was already terrible enough that they had s3x; there was no need to exchange words.

“Disgusting.”

Jae-seung sighed and muttered to himself, then put on his robe and trudged out of the room. He didn’t want to stay in this room for even a moment longer.

* * *

As soon as Jae-seung left the room, Shin-woo opened his eyes. As he slowly lay down, his muscles ached all over. Even though he was used to getting injured and recovering, it had been an unusually tough day. He sat up and looked out the window at the dawn. The fact that they had s3x all day still didn’t seem real.

Shin-woo touched the still-warm blanket, replaying last night in his mind. He had no interest in s3x because he didn’t want to have a child, but it wasn’t a bad experience. When Jae-seung’s d1ck first penetrated him, it was as painful as being stabbed with a knife, but it became bearable after he got used to it. Above all, it was effective.

Shin-woo had been worried as Jae-seung’s rut was approaching. Jae-seung had a high fever that wouldn’t go down easily and his symptoms seemed to be getting worse, so Shin-woo needed a solution. Having sex made his fever go down quickly and he recovered quickly. If he could just get up and leave the room clean in two days, this was much more efficient.

“Today’s class… I think it was in the morning.”

Shin-woo muttered to himself. As he unzipped the hoodie, a faint scent of Jae-seung lingered. There were plenty of new clothes, but Jae-seung had given him one of his own frequently worn clothes. He had a side that resembled his father; even though he was a jerk, he wasn’t cold-blooded in crucial moments. That’s why he went that far just to make a friend. Shin-woo erased the smile that appeared at the memory.

That was the first time he saw Jae-seung cry.

Jae-seung groaned all the way home, unable to overcome his rut. He held back his tears, using all his strength to the point that his nose turned red, and eventually he curled up and hugged his knees, shedding tears like a child. The shirt he liked the most out of the new clothes he had picked out for the new semester was torn and stained—a pathetic sight. Jae-seung, sobbing silently, resembled that shirt.

By the time they got home, the effects of the medication had worn off, and Jae-seung rushed at him. The person who violently stripped him and mounted him seemed less like someone succumbing to lust and more like a child venting his frustration. There was no way Shin-woo could push Jae-seung away.

The excited Jae-seung was both pitiful and endearing. He held Shin-woo tightly in his arms like a lover and kissed his cheek repeatedly. The pain that tore at his back was forgotten with one kiss. Good. It feels good… Jae-seung’s panting whispers in his ear made him feel good. He briefly forgot his situation and was happy.

Perhaps it was because of the aftereffects of the long night. As he recalled the situation, his fever rose. Shin-woo looked down at his own d1ck, which had never cl1maxed, and imagined the excited Jae-seung. Last night, his dazzling hair was wet with sweat, and his beautiful jade-green eyes were completely focused on him. His body, which had grown remarkably larger, was firm, and his muscles subtly parted with each breath. The sweat, the scent of him, and his hot breath were so vivid and pleasant. When Jae-seung was thrusting into him, he was completely captivated by their clasped hands. He clearly remembered the moment they held hands tightly.

After hesitating for a moment, Shin-woo slowly stroked his d1ck while burying his nose in the faint body odor left on his hoodie. Every part of his body ached as if he had been beaten, but as he recalled Jae-seung, his lower body gradually hardened. Should I stop? Shin-woo, who was lukewarmly masturbating, suddenly stopped when he noticed something.

What caught his eye was the long full-length mirror next to the door. It was a mirror that Jae-seung used to tidy up before leaving the room. His own image was reflected on the edge of the mirror.

Disgusting.

The words Jae-seung had muttered without even looking at him lingered in his ears. Shin-woo stared at the mirror for a long time, examining his own pathetic appearance. It was the sight Jae-seung had seen when he covered his face with a blanket and hid his body with clothes.

Meanwhile, the lovely image of Jae-seung he had been picturing gradually faded, and only the sound of his breathing from behind the blanket became clear.

Shin-woo took his hand from between his legs and took off Jae-seung’s clothes. Then he neatly folded the hoodie in half and put it with the blanket that he was going to wash, and he roughly picked up his own tattered clothes and put them on. First, he needed to take a bath, and then he should get some sleep before going to school. After reviewing his schedule, he limped towards the annex.