RSL Ch 57

“It seems like you like it here…”

“Hngh!”

He was pressing against the ridge on the inner wall just above my d1ck.At first, I didn’t realize it, but after hearing his words, I noticed that each time he pressed there, my eyebrows twitched, and I frowned slightly.

Each sharp stimulation sent shivers through me, making me unknowingly moan and narrow my eyes. Gaining confidence in his assumption, Han Jae-yi straightened up, grabbed his d1ck, and aligned it with the entrance.

“Ugh!”

Then he pushed in all at once. I almost stopped breathing.

His d1ck made its way deeper into that narrow h0le. The lewd sensation it brought, coupled with Han Jae-yi’s excited breathing as he pushed himself inside, melted into me as pleasure. It felt like he was entering deeper than before, but the pain was rapidly diminishing, mixed with something unidentifiable.

He pushed his lower body forward, trying to go deeper. At the same time, he grabbed my d1ck, slick with gel, and began rubbing it. The sticky sounds and sensations from both the front and back, along with Han Jae-yi’s breath, made it increasingly difficult to control my body.

“Aah…”

When the tip of his glans, slowly heading inward, touched the mound he had pressed earlier, I moaned involuntarily. Then he started to move his hips little by little from that point.

“Hngh…”

I inadvertently made a sound as I looked up at him. Han Jae-yi, moving his hips with his d1ck inside my h0le, was watching me intently as I reacted. The pleasure from the prostate stimulation caused by his d1ck was swelling up, filling my insides completely.

“Haa… Seo-jin-ah.”

His short moan suggested he was now too excited to hold back, adding more force to his thrusts. His voice made my quivering lower body surrender to him. Just as our faces got closer, Han Jae-yi grabbed my jaw and thrust his tongue into my throat. At the same time, his remaining length filled me completely.

“Ugh!”

“Sorry, does it hurt?”

Though he asked, he kept pressing his hips down, thrusting all the way in. Despite my furrowed face, he kissed me frantically on my forehead, cheeks, and lips, as if he couldn’t contain his excitement, his hot breath pouring out.

Each of his actions stirred me and threw me into the river of pleasure. Struggling in that river, I increasingly felt an undeniable desire.

I had to admit it now. Shamelessly, I had been thinking all along that I wanted him to penetrate me. Feeling the fullness as his d1ck withdrew and thrust back in, I craved this electrifying excitement.

“Haa…”

It seemed like the ecstasy I couldn’t achieve from just being touched down below had all been released. Han Jae-yi’s question of whether it felt good came back mixed with confident excitement.

“Do you like it?”

I liked it. It was an overwhelming pleasure that couldn’t be expressed just by saying I liked it. My d1ck, stimulated by his increasingly rapid hip movements, dripped with precvm. Unconsciously, I reached down to rub it myself, showing just how good it felt.

“I like it, ugh… faster.”

I could feel it. I felt like I could cvm right then. The foreplay had been long, and the arousal was deep. Above all, watching Han Jae-yi, filled with passion, pushing himself inside me was an immense stimulus. We kissed passionately, the lips that whispered about wanting to enter me, sending tingles to my brain.

“Haa… Jae-yi, ugh!”

Deeper, harder. Our bodies mingled, becoming one as he thrust his tongue and d1ck into me. The simultaneous explosion of sensations brought forth gasps and moans. I was helpless against the flowing stream of pleasure, reaching an extreme orgasm as liquid ecstasy flowed out, drenching the bed.

Han Jae-yi soon moved his hips again, releasing the pent-up desire. The sound he made while ejacvlating was incredibly satisfying.  Seeing his elegant eyes turn fierce with primal instinct. Seeing that look in his eyes as he tried to suppress his excitement while devouring me with his gaze, I felt an uncontrollable desire boil up again, and I lunged at him for another kiss.

Our slippery tongues intertwined, connecting with another sensation. Just as he said, it seemed we could go at it for three days straight.

Han Jae-yi became quiet when he wanted to have s3x. Then the places his gaze landed on usually became the starting point. His favorite areas were the lips, chest, and fingers.

He enjoyed taking my hand and kissing it. He would sometimes make noise to kiss me or occasionally put it in his mouth and lightly bite and suck. Next, he neatly took my hand and pulled me closer. When I was pulled in, foreplay started again and another s3x session began.

After entering me, he would roll his tongue in his mouth when watching my reactions. Sometimes he would tilt his chin up, look down at me struggling beneath him, and give a strange smile. At the peak, he would wipe the expression from his face and swallow the moans without letting them out.

This was the characteristic of Han Jae-yi that I observed over the past 3 days.

He also had his own thoughts about our s3x. He talked about many things in detail, but the part he emphasized the most was my expression. He said tightly pressed lips were his biggest turn-on.

As he said that, he pressed his index finger against my lower lip.

“Especially when I’m about to enter. It’s like you’re determined not to say it hurts even though you’re in pain. Then when I push inside, you immediately let out a moan. I love seeing that.”

As he wished, we talked a lot about our sexual preferences and characteristics. On our last night at the hotel, we were leaning against the bed, eating chocolate ganache.

Next to us on a small side table were custard pudding and apple coconut pie, all desserts Jae-yi had ordered, waiting their turn. I was letting the chocolate pieces he fed me melt in my mouth, replenishing the sugar that had drained me to the point of dizziness. Suddenly, I became curious about something.

“Be honest with me.”

“About what?”

“Why are you so skilled? You’ve never been with a man before.”

The question wasn’t mixed with feelings of suspicion or jealousy; I just wanted a pure, straightforward answer.

“Am I skilled?”

Han Jae-yi smiled, taking it as a compliment.

“It just seems like you lead so naturally.”

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just a talent.”

Han Jae-yi shrugged, throwing back at me the words I had said a week ago.

Even in school, when he concentrated, he would score higher than the kids who had the advantage of learning in their native language.

His skill in giving fantastic foreplay and bringing me to a climax was indeed a talent, but so was the ability to quietly conquer me when I stubbornly insisted on not being pinned down. So, my initial guess was right.

“Starting next week, I have to go to work too.”

“Where did you say your office is?”

“In Nonhyeon.”

“That’s quite far. You should take the car.”

“Should we get another one?”

He put a slice of the apple pie dusted with coconut flakes into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Raising his eyebrows, he made a face indicating it was delicious, then scooped up the remaining half and put it in my mouth. The pieces didn’t align perfectly, so a soft apple chunk fell onto the sheet.

The bed was already a mess. The sheets were crumpled in multiple layers, making it impossible to tell what was up or down. Alongside them were the plates that had piled up over the past 3 days, feeding our appetites, rolling around with the cum-stained towels and condoms. The front desk kept calling, wanting to do housekeeping, and each time, unable to answer, we had to convey that we didn’t want to be disturbed, as we had been holed up in this room for 3 days.

“Wanna take a bath together?”

Jae-yi said as he placed the fallen apple slice back on the plate.

“Sure, but I don’t really like it too hot.”  

“You’re so picky, Woo Seo-jin.”

He got up and headed towards the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Soon the sound of running water could be heard. When we showered, I recalled there was a jacuzzi tub, but it was a bit cramped for two adult men to fit in comfortably. We would have to curl up our bodies and press our skin against each other. I popped the rest of the pie into my mouth and gulped it down with some sparkling water.

I passed through the bedroom, which looked like a battlefield, took off the robe I was wearing, and entered the bathroom. Han Jae-yi had added shower gel to the bathtub, creating bubbles. He stirred the water with his hand, saying it wasn’t too hot, and pulled me in.

Liar. I frowned at the heat rising from my legs. He hugged me from behind and chuckled, his chest shaking.

“Sit down. You’ll get used to it soon.”

I leaned back against Han Jae-yi’s chest, our bodies overlapping. I felt his d1ck, which had been floating between my buttocks, growing hard. The water level, which had been at the bottom, rose with our bodies’ volume until it reached above our waists.

“Is your next flight long-distance too?”

“No. Shanghai. I’ll be back in the evening.”

“Should I pick you up? Leave your car here.”

“Okay. You don’t need to come get me though. You’re busy too.”

“We’ll see how it goes. You can tilt your head back more.”

He pushed my cheek with his wet hand and rested it on his shoulder. Water droplets fell from his face and chin as he kissed my forehead and temple. I lifted my head and closed my eyes. I could feel something growing hard near my buttocks, but I ignored it for now. We needed rest.

“Tell me about when you were young.”

Han Jae-yi’s voice, whispering in my ear, sounded pleasant.

“I don’t remember well. And I’ve told you often.”

Like me, he too had things he would ask about whenever he had the chance. We enjoyed hearing stories about the times when we didn’t exist in each other’s lives. Especially stories that contrasted with our current selves. When I talked about life in the orphanage or when I was still clumsy with German, his reaction was always the same. He said it was like listening to Andersen’s “The Ugly Duckling.”

“What do you want to hear?”

I asked him, tilting my head back a little more.

“Orphanage stories, just everyday life stuff.”

I closed my eyes and pulled out any memory that came to mind. I started mumbling, unfiltered, as my consciousness flowed.

“There was a big tree behind the cafeteria. I don’t remember the type, but I think I used to climb it often. There was something like a rusty ladder that made it very easy to climb. I was on the shorter side back then, so I liked looking down from up there. It was a residential area, so it was always quiet. I remember a woman hanging laundry on the roof. She always had a baby on her back.”

“I can’t imagine it. Little Woo Seo-jin climbing up a tree.”

“It was a habit. I did it often in Germany too, but once I fell and got hurt badly. Chris cried more than I did.”

“It’s around here, right?”

He touched the scar on my right side. At the time, it was just below my armpit, but as I grew, the scar seemed to move down and now settled around my side. It was barely noticeable, but it seemed to prove the memory of that time. Han Jae-yi buried his face in the crown of my head and begged for more stories.

“The director’s office door would sometimes be open, and there was always a smell of overripe fruit. The smell of fruit just before it spoils, a little more time and it would rot. Usually, there were things like quinces or pomegranates. And all the visitors who came to the director’s office smoked. Back then, I thought it was some kind of adult smell that I couldn’t understand.”

“I like the smell of cigarettes on you too.”

“Come to think of it, we’ve cut down on smoking a lot lately, haven’t we?”

“Yeah. I don’t really feel like smoking much anymore.”

He grabbed my chin and kissed my lips. It tasted like chocolate ganache and apple pie. The sound of water filling the tub had quieted, and the sound of our tongues intertwining and tasting each other echoed in the bathroom.

He was right. I quickly adapted to the temperature in the tub. A heat source hotter than the gas and electrically heated water was spreading inside my body.

I felt myself getting aroused again, enough to make my earlier declaration of resting seem pale. Han Jae-yi lowered his hand between my thighs, discovered something, and chuckled softly. I turned around, hugged him, and pressed our lower bodies together. Another long night had begun.