TYMIR Ch 36

“Ah, no, give it here. I’ll just do it myself.”

As if snatching it, Hyowon took the towel and began to hastily wipe the water from his forehead. He was in such a rush, as if being chased by someone. His strangely hesitant way of speaking, his pitch-black eyes like the night that kept glancing downwards—Yoonyi’s gaze calmly followed his.

The front of his robes was bulging, so much so that it was clearly visible even over the fabric. Did he notice the gaze? Hyowon suddenly turned his back and sank to the ground. His always-straight back was now curled up like a snail.

“…Young Master.”

Watching him with affectionate eyes, Yoonyi broke the drawn-out silence. Bit by bit, the distance between them closed, and Yoonyi buried the side of his face into the broad back before him.

“…Yoonyi?”

A solid body flinched at the cozy warmth that poured onto his back. Soon, the head that had been curled up slowly tilted back.

“What are you hiding?”

His dark, brush-stroke-like eyebrows hung alone on his forehead. Seeing that innocent face, a chuckle escaped Yoonyi for no reason. Yoonyi’s neat voice flowed calmly along with the sound of the rain.

“…It’s, it’s nothing.”

After a pause, Hyowon’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. The blush that had pooled in his cheeks instantly shot up his long neck, coloring the tips of his ears a mottled red.

“Really?”

Yoonyi narrowed his eyes and stared at Hyowon. In response, Hyowon’s gaze, which had been meeting his, kept wandering to the floor.

“I told you it’s nothing.”

“Young Master, you’re still as bad at lying as you’ve always been.”

His slowly raised knees, his eyes wavering like the night sea. And even his trembling voice. Suddenly, a slender body clung tightly to the broad back like a shadow. As hands wrapped around him like vines, he could feel the large, wall-like body squirm before slowly stiffening from the tips of his toes.

“…Yoonyi.”

The frantic beat of a heart, whose it was impossible to tell, mixed together and spread through their entire bodies. Hyowon, who had been pathetically calling his name, suddenly dropped his head. The white line of his neck, flushed red with heat, was clearly revealed above his collar.

“It’s alright, Young Master. I’m not going to turn away from my own heart anymore either…”

Yoonyi whispered, holding Hyowon even more persistently.

“…If I had known this would happen, I would have told you my feelings a little sooner.”

Hyowon lowered his head and caught his breath several times. Then, he slowly turned his body to finally face Yoonyi.

“Thank you so much, Yoonyi. I will make you happy for the rest of my life.”

Each and every syllable, filled with sincerity, flowed from the pit of his stomach. It was as if it wasn’t enough that he had sacrificed his whole life, but that he was now offering the rest of it for him. At the heartfelt confession, which held no lies, his eyes grew hot before he knew it.

“…How can you say such a thing? What am I to deserve that?”

“What do you mean, what? Are you not my everything?”

Tears silently carved a path down his face. At this, Hyowon furrowed his brow and frantically wiped them away with his fingertips.

“Don’t say such things, and don’t cry. It feels like my heart is being torn apart.”

The warm gaze that fell upon him looked just like the spring sun. Yoonyi collapsed into his wide embrace as if falling. Soon, their moist lips seemed to layer upon one another, and in an instant, a slick, wet piece of flesh pushed its way through the gap. Yoonyi dug his fingers between the webs of Hyowon’s clasped hand. At that, Hyowon’s hand tensed, and he pushed his tongue in deeper.

Heated breaths flowed from between their slightly parted lips. With his eyelids closed, Yoonyi, though inexperienced, gently entangled the firm flesh. As their breaths mingled and their entwined tongues rubbed languidly against each other, a large hand grasped his slender shoulder, pulling back belatedly.

“Is it really alright to continue?”

Under the hazy sky, their lips, drenched in saliva, stood out. The short phrase was intermittently mixed with hot breaths, making it terribly ticklish. Hyowon’s jade-like pale skin was already blotchy and red from the rising heat. Outside the cave, the fierce rain still poured down, wild and oblivious to the world. Yoonyi, his clear eyes shining, quietly captured that vivid image.

“Yoonyi.”

When no answer came, Hyowon, letting out a hot breath, called his name tenderly. It was a gentle but sweet voice, as if it could melt his earlobes. At this, Yoonyi wiped his wet lips and slowly nodded his head.

“I might not be able to stop like before…”

Their gazes, which had been drifting at their feet, finally met. The once-clear eyes now wavered hazily with an unquenched passion. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it clearly over the sound of the rain. Despite this, Hyowon was in no rush. His tone was careful, as if seeking permission. Instead of answering, Yoonyi hung a smile on his lips.

“Eung…”

Did he take that as permission? Once again, a black shadow fell over the small, pebble-like face. In an instant, their lips met, and a desperate kiss poured out, as if to quench a furious thirst. Chup, chup, the wet sound of sucking on moist lips, still pooled with saliva, echoed in his ears. Yoonyi let out a pained sound at the heat that instantly flowed through his entire body.

In the midst of it all, Hyowon, who had taken his plump lower lip into his mouth and was slowly licking it, tenaciously pushed his wet flesh between the feebly parted lips. Then, he began to sweep over everything from behind his lips to the line of his teeth. It was a very persistent and tenacious movement. It felt as if a fire was igniting everywhere he touched. As Yoonyi’s slender body, thoroughly melted by the heat, leaned further and further back, a hand suddenly came to firmly support his dry lower back.

“Heuu, eung…”

The invading flesh delved deeper, more richly, inside his mouth. The succession of slick, wet sounds hitting his ears made it impossible to think straight. All Yoonyi could do was close his eyes and let out weak moans.

As he slowly traced the hollow of his palate, the fine hairs on his smooth forearm stood on end. His mind grew faint from the rising heat. With his free hand, Hyowon grabbed the gat string and threw it to the floor. Then, he roughly untied the robe tie as well. The silk robe slid, sreuk, off his shoulders.

“…Eut.”

Yoonyi’s limp body was now half-lying on the floor. A massive body settled firmly on top of him. At that moment, Yoonyi’s voice shot up as a stray rock jutted out erratically, and Hyowon, who hadn’t known to move, quickly pulled his body away.

“S-Sorry. It seems I was too hasty and not delicate enough.”

As a flustered Yoonyi blinked, Hyowon smiled awkwardly, his eyes crinkling. Then, he suddenly put his hands under his back and the crooks of his knees and lifted his slender body in one motion.

“Y-Young Master.”

As his body was lifted into the air in an instant, a surprised Yoonyi thrashed his calves.

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”

Hyowon soothed him gently, picking up the robe from the floor and walking toward the dark interior of the cave. After a few steps, they reached a flat, even spot. Hyowon laid down the robe and slowly set Yoonyi down. His movements were so careful, as if Yoonyi were something precious, that Yoonyi’s cheeks turned red on their own.

“You are so gentle, Young Master.”

Yoonyi wrapped his arms around the neck of Hyowon, who was kneeling before him, and pulled him closer. And so, their lips met once again. As he awkwardly tried to follow his tongue, the blunt flesh twisted around his like a snake, as if it had been waiting. The heat that had been faintly flowing through his body spread like a wildfire. Their heated bodies pressed together without a single gap. Where their navels touched tightly, he could fully feel the phallus, which had already grown hard. The kiss continued so persistently that he was short of breath, and his weak hands kept feebly tugging at his collar.

“Heuu…”

Only then did Hyowon carefully pull his head back. A clear fluid stretched between their lips before snapping, ttuk. Yoonyi frantically let out the breath he had been holding. His flat chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he had just been running.

“Y-Young Master. I’m out of breath……”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I was too hasty.”

After panting for a long while, Yoonyi finally managed to move his lips. But contrary to his words, Hyowon still seemed to have no composure. Kisses like a sudden downpour rained down on his slender nape.

“Heut, ah, Young Master.”

Hyowon, who had been gently sucking on his skin, repeatedly pressed his lips against the white neck. The hand gripping his slim waist slipped inside, caressing the smooth skin before carefully pulling at the jeogori ties.

Sreuk, with the sound of rough cotton rubbing together, the white jeogori opened, revealing a chest as pale as the first snow, even in the dim darkness. As the cold wind seeping from the cave brushed against his exposed skin, Yoonyi’s thin body instinctively shivered. At this, Hyowon slowly shook his head and gently caressed him with his boiling hot palm. His hand clung stickily to the skin from the sweat that had beaded there.

“You are truly beautiful, Yoonyi.”

It felt like his face would melt and ripen, not knowing where to put his gaze. Yoonyi silently bit his lower lip.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Heuu, wh-what do you m-mean, aht……”

At his almost virginally innocent state, Hyowon’s eyes curved softly as he spoke to him again. Only then did Yoonyi’s lips part. At that moment, a pointed nipple brushed against his smooth palm, and Yoonyi’s voice crumbled helplessly. The sound was so ticklish that his face, flushed hot, couldn’t settle on an expression, and he buried his head in the exposed skin right before his eyes.

“Ah, heut……!”

The boiling heat, the straight bridge of his nose, and the slick eyelashes tickled his bare skin relentlessly, and Yoonyi’s startled body jumped.

“Y-Young Master.”

As his pants were subtly pushed up, his smooth calves were revealed. His thin calves floated in the air, kicking about. Not knowing what to do, Yoonyi frantically pushed at Hyowon’s forehead. Even so, the solid body did not budge. Instead, Hyowon buried his sharp nose into his flat abdomen.

A sweet scent faintly lingered in the air with every breath he took. An unbearable thirst welled up from the tops of his feet. He panted raggedly like that, then pushed the jeogori aside completely, turned his head upward, and licked the light-colored areola, which had risen like a wild strawberry, with a long stroke of his tongue.

“……Heu, wait, aht.”

Goosebumps prickled down his spine at the unfamiliar sensation of the wet flesh wrapping around him. A heated moan escaped his open lips unexpectedly. Hyowon glanced up. Yoonyi kept his eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling continuously. Watching that beautiful figure, his slick lips bit down on the nipple, as if teasing. Then, in an instant, it was sucked into the moist cave of his mouth with a lewd chup, chup sound.

“Ha, eung……. Y-Young Master.”

As if tracing it, Hyowon slowly outlined the round nipple again and again. Wet saliva thoroughly soaked the dry skin. The tingling sensation that erupted all over his body made his back, which was on the ground, arch and writhe on its own. Yoonyi bit his lip to suppress the sounds, but despite his efforts, moans escaped freely with the pleasure coursing through his body. Even that squirming form was so lovely he couldn’t take his eyes off it. Hyowon licked the wet skin with his tongue, again and again.

“Heuu, ah, eung……”

His weak struggles grew stronger. The pleasure was so overwhelming that he couldn’t even hold back his sounds as it spread throughout his entire body. When Hyowon glanced down, he saw that the front of his pants was bulging. Hyowon’s eyes crinkled into a smile as he slyly pulled down the waistband with his left hand. The outline of his stiffened phallus was faintly visible through the damp undergarments. In an instant, Hyowon stripped off the precariously hanging undergarments.

Still, as if knowing nothing, Yoonyi writhed in the throes of a fierce pleasure he had never experienced before. Every time he did, his light-colored phallus, erect all the way to his navel, dangled and swayed. Hyowon carefully took it in his hand.

“……Ah, let, let go.”

The aroused member, now empowered, was completely enveloped in the hot palm. With his head still buried in his chest, Hyowon gripped the shaft tightly. At that, Yoonyi shook his head wildly and cried out. His beautiful face crumpled, further stimulating his lust. Hyowon’s eyes crinkled into a smile as he gently rubbed the tip with his thick thumb.

“Ah, ah-eung……. N-no.”

As if it had been waiting, a clear fluid trickled down, following his touch. Yoonyi thrashed violently like a small animal caught in a trap. His wailing moans echoed through the silent cave. But no matter how much he struggled, he could not escape from under the black shadow pressing down on him. He cried so much from the violent pleasure coming from above and below that even his vision was blurry.

Hyowon slowly stroked from the plumply swollen glans down to the root, gradually picking up speed. Tak, tak, the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh spread fiercely. The glans soon pulsed, spewing out precum. At the same time, the sweet scent from his body grew thicker. Hyowon, who had been sucking on his breast all this while, suddenly plunged his head downward. His once-smooth skin was now glistening, even at a glance.

“Hauk!”

Yoonyi’s upper body heaved like a raging wave. His stockinged feet, lifted high, trembled violently. Hyowon took the glans into his mouth and, with his wet tongue held taut, persistently rubbed the urethral opening. Saliva mixed with precum trickled down the shaft to his perineum.

“Heut! Heu, Y-Young Master. Ahh, ah, no……”

His slender fingers repeatedly grabbed at the topknot. The more he did, the more Hyowon moved his head back and forth in long strokes. The tip was sucked into his narrow throat, and the rosy pink shaft repeatedly appeared and disappeared within his lips.

“Y-Young Master, ahh, I-I think I’m going to come……!”

He couldn’t take it anymore. His dangling calves crashed helplessly to the floor, and Yoonyi’s body shook as if convulsing. Only then did Hyowon pull his head back with a jjuup sound. A milky white semen stretched long from his lips before snapping, ttuk. Seeing this, tears quickly welled up in Yoonyi’s eyes.

“Heu, heuu, I-I……”

Hyowon’s eyes crinkled into a faint smile as he shook his head. At that firm smile, the sobbing Yoonyi wiped his tears and finally met his gaze. Hyowon carefully spat the semen from his mouth into his hand. Then, he settled between his parted legs and slowly caressed his round testicles.

“Ah, Young Master, w-wait a moment. Eung.”

A moan escaped Yoonyi’s lips from the lingering pleasure. The hand that had been gently caressing his testicles slowly moved down along his perineum, down, down, until it began to gently stroke the tightly puckered hole.

“Hahk……?”

Yoonyi’s startled body quivered. As the hand scraped over the dry folds, the pleasure that had been overwhelming his body evaporated, and his excitement-filled eyes darted around, terrified.

“I promise you, I will be gentle.”

Hyowon, covering the thin body as warmly as sunlight, pressed himself close and caressed his flushed cheek. At this complete affection directed at him, Yoonyi could only nod silently.

“Thank you for trusting me, Yoonyi.”

Hyowon pushed back his sweat-stained hair and pressed their lips together again. Their tongues tangled frantically. His body, which had cooled, quickly heated up again, having already learned pleasure.

The member that had spewed semen just a moment ago regained its strength and stood erect again. Hyowon stroked it up and down gently a couple of times, then moved down again and began to circle the folds, slick with semen, with his index finger.

“Eung……”

It was a truly strange and peculiar sensation, as if the semen was being spread evenly between the dry folds. Hyowon, who had been fiddling with the hole for a long while, seemed to press down on it, kkuk, kkuk, before subtly pushing a knuckle’s length of his finger inside. It was so tight that it felt like it wouldn’t go in any further.

“……Eut.”

As Yoonyi’s brow furrowed, Hyowon once again tangled their tongues frantically. In response, the frozen Yoonyi also entangled his tongue and cautiously reached out to stroke Hyowon’s center. He could feel the solid body flinch at his touch. Since when? The front of his robes was already swollen as if it would burst. Hyowon pushed his finger in a little more.

The tightly closed hole clenched and squeezed the thick-knuckled finger. His parted knees trembled at the unfamiliar sensation of the slick, wet finger sliding in and parting the inner walls. A black fear crept up from the tops of his feet, as if submerging him. The more it did, the more desperately Yoonyi pressed his tongue against his. As the soft flesh rubbed together frantically and their breaths mixed, his mind grew hazy, enough to make even the pain feel distant.

“Ah, eung……”

As a shrill sound burst out, the finger lodged below pushed in a little further, parting the flesh. Yoonyi’s breathing quickened at the subtle pleasure of it stroking the smooth inner walls amidst the stinging pain. At this, Hyowon slowly pulled his upper body back and looked at Yoonyi, whose cheeks were dyed red, with a loving expression. The finger that had been pushing in had now passed the middle knuckle and was buried all the way to the root.

“……Ah, heut, Y-Young Master.”

“What is it?”

“Th-that……”

The finger, buried to the root, moved slowly, as if swimming along a waterway. Jjilkeok, jjilkeok, every time it pushed inside with a shallow, wet sound, Yoonyi couldn’t bring himself to continue speaking, feeling a strange sensation as if his insides were twisting or churning. His voice broke on its own, and he could only shake his head wildly with tears in his eyes.

“Haht……!”

The lodged finger bent slightly, pressing down with force on a softened part of the mucous membrane, and Yoonyi’s wet voice shot out without mercy. For a moment, his eyes, blacker than the night sky, flashed menacingly. The finger rubbed mercilessly against that spot where the flesh bulged. His legs, on their own, not only tried to close but trembled violently.

“Haeu, ah, ah, eung……! Y-Young Master.”

A lewd sound, hard to believe it was his own, flowed from his lips. Yoonyi convulsed uncontrollably, letting out moans. His light-colored member, which had gone limp and soft, was now empowered and fully erect.

“Yoonyi, it’s alright.”

His neat face, which had known no pleasure, was now flushed a light pink like a fully bloomed peach blossom, his lips parted slackly. Every time the fingers stirred inside, not only did the hole pulse wildly, but the red, ripened flesh would follow them to the entrance, peeking out now and then. The precum that beaded and flowed down the glans reached the perineum and then the hole, and the splashing sound grew louder. The fingers had now increased from one to two.

“Heuah, ang……!”

His chest heaved like a fish out of water. The sensation of being stirred inside made his entire body feel hot enough to burst. At that moment, Hyowon suddenly lowered his head and took Yoonyi’s pathetically bobbing member into his mouth.

It was sucked into the slick mouth from the tip, and the soft flesh persistently scraped at his urethral opening. Without a moment to collect himself, the fingers lodged in his rear hole increased to three, thrusting up into him with a fierce momentum, peok, peok. Overwhelmed by the unbearable pleasure coming from both front and back, Yoonyi’s clear eyes occasionally rolled back.

“……Aheuk!”

His cries rose high as if to reach the mountain ridge, and Yoonyi’s body trembled violently. Soon, a hot sensation spread inside Hyowon’s mouth. After cumming twice, Yoonyi couldn’t regain his senses and could only manage to let out a deep, wet breath.

It was then. Something hard poked, kuk, kuk, against his flushed, swollen hole. Startled, Yoonyi couldn’t even lift his head and only managed to weakly tilt his eyes downward. Where his gaze fell, a massive phallus, like a laundry bat, was bobbing. Even in the dimness of the cave, the shaft, which swelled as thick as a child’s forearm below the wide, cap-like glans, had veins bulging like protrusions.

How could such a hideous thing be attached to such a handsome face? The arousal that had been flowing through his body dried up like a rice paddy in a summer drought. Terrified, Yoonyi’s Adam’s apple trembled. At that, Hyowon gently stroked his sweat-drenched cheek.

At the affectionate gesture, like an icicle melting in warm heat, Yoonyi slowly blinked. Hyowon stroked his own member, already slick with precum, a couple of times with his hand, then rubbed it gently against the folds. Each time the glans brushed against the folds, the precum that had seeped between them made a lewd, jjigeok, jjigeok, sound that echoed in the cave.

“Haheut……”

Soon, as Hyowon began to slowly push between his legs, the already loosened hole stretched weakly from side to side, its opening gaping wide, juuk. Hyowon, who had been stroking the folds for a long while, slowly put strength into his hips. The swollen tip began to part the inner flesh and enter, little by little.

“……Eut.”

No matter how much he had been prepped, it was nothing compared to the fingers. A pained sound burst out on its own, as if it was still too much to swallow something like a club. But the hole, already as heated as it could be, let out wet sounds, jjeok, jjeok, as it persistently sucked the glans in. As the thick inner walls tightened and pulled him in as if drawing him, Hyowon’s brow furrowed deeply.

“……Keuk.”

Hyowon let out a low sound and pressed his body in very slowly. The hot, ripened flesh clung to the shaft without a single gap, and it felt like his member would burst.

“Keut, Yoonyi.”

Breath-filled sounds repeatedly escaped his parted lips. The inner walls still gripped his phallus tightly, showing no sign of letting go.

“Heuu, eut, Young Master.”

Tears he had been holding back rolled, ttoreureu, from his fine eyes. His senses below the spine grew hazy, as if a stake had been driven into his lower body.

“This won’t do.”

Hyowon, who had reached out to wipe his tears, muttered lowly. Then, he seemed to slowly pull his body back. Just as the lodged phallus was pulling out and he was about to let out a breath of relief, the grip that had been tightly holding the phallus weakened, and Hyowon’s eyes glinted ominously.

“Hahk!”

Suddenly, with a sound like peok, Hyowon slammed his hips forward roughly. Coarse pubic hair scratched against the soft perineum, and the angry cock instantly filled him to the root. The area below his flat navel bulged out.

Yoonyi, his eyes brimming with tears, blankly caressed his own lower belly. He couldn’t even breathe. Grains of dirt dug into his dry palm, which was still on the ground.