CI 2.17

It seemed better to just tell Won Hee-yeon to put it in quickly rather than express his honest feelings, which might make him feel hurt. Since Son Yeo-il would be in pain and discomfort anyway as the bottom person, and the other man would suffer if he kept just inserting his fingers, it seemed better for at least one of them to feel pleasure.

“Um, just…uh, huh?”

Right at that moment, Won Hee-yeon’s fingers, which had been steadily digging deeper, reached the deepest point. Along with the thought that the feeling of pressure on the inner wall had changed somehow, he also felt a subtle churning inside of him. He thought it might be his imagination, but when Won Hee-yeon rubbed the same spot again, the feeling came more distinctly this time.

“W-Wait a minute. This…heuum.”

Son Yeo-il was flustered, thinking Won Hee-yeon had touched a strange place that shouldn’t be touched. But Won Hee-yeon merely grinned as if this was what he wanted all along.

“That’s right. It’s really deep inside, isn’t it? I wanted to thrust straight here right away, but I was afraid it might leave my husband all tattered.”

“No, uh, hmm, what…”

“Most men wouldn’t even be able to reach it, but my darling’s spot is perfectly matched for Won Hee-yeon’s length.”

Won Hee-yeon began persistently rubbing the spot in question again and again. Each time the inside was pressed, that subtle and gentle sensation repeatedly washed over Son Yeo-il. But soon that feeling became neither subtle nor gentle.

“Ah, aah…”

From his lower abdomen to his perineum and thighs, everything trembled, and moans escaped involuntarily out of his mouth. Even someone as obtuse as Son Yeo-il had to acknowledge that this felt like pleasure. The sensation gradually climbed up his spine. Sweat beaded along his back, and his breathing quickened.

Excitement built steadily with this strange pleasure he had never experienced before. Son Yeo-il’s organ, which had softened after ejaculation, began to rise again discreetly. Another finger had joined the two that were already felt overwhelming, but he was too distracted to notice.

The poking and prodding touches also gradually became rougher. Won Hee-yeon pulled his fingers back, then thrust them in forcefully so that his palm slapped against Son Yeo-il’s buttocks.

“Ah, wa-ait. Ugh!”

At that moment, a very loud and strange sound burst out of Son Yeo-il’s mouth. With urgent excitement and equal fear nearly overwhelming him, Son Yeo-il didn’t even have the time to feel embarrassed by the moan he had let out.

It felt like something major would happen if he continued to get swept up in this manner. Wanting to at least slow down the pace, Son Yeo-il raised his hand from where it had been fumbling on the floor to grab Won Hee-yeon’s wrist.

But Won Hee-yeon, as if fully aware of Son Yeo-il’s intentions, moved his hand violently once more. With a slapping sound, that spot was pressed, and Son Yeo-il’s vision went dark, rendering him as helpless as a newborn baby.

“Ah, hnngh, hnngg!”

What had started as a movement to loosen him up now seemed solely focused on making Son Yeo-il sob out loud. Though Son Yeo-il was the one being stimulated, somehow Won Hee-yeon appeared just as excited about the whole thing as he was.

Not knowing how wide he was being stretched or what expression he was making, Son Yeo-il surrendered his body to Won Hee-yeon’s control. The persistent pressing of that one spot didn’t stop until Son Yeo-il climaxed.

“Aaah! Hnn, haaah…”

Son Yeo-il let out a thin scream at his orgasm that came once again. His body burned hot, and then the heat suddenly swept down to the tips of his fingers and toes. Even after releasing all his fluid, his lower abdomen continued to tremble. The residual heat of the climax continued to circle his body, leaving Son Yeo-il completely drained as a result.

Even in his dazed state, questions arose to the surface. Was it normal to ejaculate so many times during intimacy? Was it okay that Won Hee-yeon hadn’t once had the urge while Son Yeo-il had done it twice?

Unable to contain his curiosity, Son Yeo-il turned his gaze toward Won Hee-yeon as soon as his focus returned. Sure enough, on the upper part of his left thigh, where he was kneeling on the floor, something ominous was bulging as if about to burst right through his pants.

Goodness, so that’s now going to…

As if their thoughts were synchronized, Won Hee-yeon began fumbling with his belt buckle the moment Son Yeo-il thought of the next step. Alarmed at the possibility of completing everything right here in the entrance of the house, Son Yeo-il spoke up right away.

“Um, Won Hee-yeon.”

But Won Hee-yeon seemed to think location wasn’t an issue at the moment. Seeing how Son Yeo-il’s two legs were splayed lifelessly in different directions, he approached with eyes that suggested he was salivating just by looking at him.

Without even taking off his pants, he first adjusted his position. Just as that thickly swollen thing was about to approach between the parted legs, Son Yeo-il desperately tapped Won Hee-yeon’s arm.

“L-Let’s head over to the bed now!”

“Bed?”

At the brazenly questioning response, Son Yeo-il made an excuse in a shrinking sort of voice.

“M-My back hurts…”

It was half a lie. Until now, he had been too busy feeling pleasure to pay much attention to anything else, and now that he noticed, his crumpled jacket behind his back was just a bit uncomfortable but not yet painful. Of course, after completing the act here, the probability it would become painful was higher.

“Ah, my goodness. You’re right. You should have said so earlier.”

Won Hee-yeon, who had been raging wildly, seemed to snap back to his senses at the mention of Son Yeo-il’s pain. He hastily embraced Son Yeo-il’s back, put his arms around his shoulders, and lifted him up.

Though Son Yeo-il was on the thin side, he wasn’t particularly short. Regardless of how strong Won Hee-yeon was, he moved as if Son Yeo-il were a doll he could lift with just one hand. At the same time, he was moving around so urgently that he forgot to take off his shoes when entering the living room.

“Shoes, your shoes!”

Clinging to Won Hee-yeon’s chest like a koala as they headed to the bedroom, Son Yeo-il saw the messy living room scene. In front of the entrance door lay Son Yeo-il’s pants and shoes, and in the living room, Won Hee-yeon’s two shoes were scattered here and there after Son Yeo-il had reminded him.

They were engaging in a very uncivilized sort of intimacy. This behavior would have been unthinkable for Son Yeo-il normally, but now even the chaotic atmosphere heightened his excitement.

Won Hee-yeon gently placed Son Yeo-il on the bed in the nearest room. Son Yeo-il looked at Won Hee-yeon, unable to calm his pounding heartbeat. The sun was still high outside the window, and Won Hee-yeon’s form removing his jacket was as clear as day.

Seemingly taking advantage of the pause to remove his clothes, Won Hee-yeon placed his suit jacket on the side table and began unbuttoning his silk shirt. With each button undone, the smooth front opened to reveal the tattoos engraved on his chest.

Wow.

Whenever glimpses of what looked like leaf shapes appeared above the shirt collar and below the cuffs, Son Yeo-il had wondered what his actual tattoos looked like, but even after seeing the other man’s clothes fully opened, he remained puzzled.

The fish with dense, plump scales seemed to be a carp, and the large flower beside it looked like a chrysanthemum, though its petals were unusually wide for a chrysanthemum. What twisted and tangled down from the shoulder to the wrist area, which he had thought was a snake, now appeared to be the stem of the flower blooming on his chest.

I must really be infatuated.

Indeed, how one perceived the world changed with one’s mindset. When he first saw this person, even the glimpses of tattoos had been uncomfortable, but now everything that constituted Won Hee-yeon seemed only sexy.

Lost in these naughty thoughts, Son Yeo-il quickly composed his expression and feigned innocence when Won Hee-yeon approached and removed his jacket. Though his heart raced at the thought of exposing his body, Won Hee-yeon, for some reason, only removed Son Yeo-il’s jacket before returning his hands to his own pants.

Son Yeo-il thought perhaps Won Hee-yeon was too busy undressing himself, so despite his embarrassment, he decided to undress himself as well. But before he could even fully undo one shirt button, he was stopped by Won Hee-yeon’s tsking sound.

“Hey now. Don’t do that. I left it like that on purpose.”

“What? Why?”

“This state is just pretty. Stay like that.”

This state is pretty? Son Yeo-il currently looked ridiculous—his lower half completely bare, his dress shirt soaked with saliva around the chest, and inexplicably still wearing white socks. Since Son Yeo-il now found Won Hee-yeon attractive whether he had tattoos or wore an elephant-patterned shirt, he wondered if Won Hee-yeon felt similarly, but…

No, seeing Won Hee-yeon’s lustful gaze scanning his body up and down, it clearly wasn’t that kind of issue. That perverted man seemed to find Son Yeo-il’s current state appealing for some unknown reason.

But it wasn’t as if he could put his pants back on now. Son Yeo-il awkwardly pressed his legs together, trying to hide his body a little from that pervert’s gaze.

Meanwhile, Won Hee-yeon rummaged through his jacket pocket, apparently looking for a condom, and simultaneously discovered the tube of gel. Having seemingly forgotten he had brought the gel with him into the house, he smiled sheepishly.

“I must have been really in a hurry. Right?”

His tone suggested he wasn’t in a hurry now, but when he lowered his pants next, out sprang something that looked very urgent. Won Hee-yeon’s penis, though familiar, still appeared strange and threatening to Son Yeo-il, standing erect as if about to cling to his lower abdomen.

Gulp. Though pretense was habitual for Son Yeo-il, this time he couldn’t even think of hiding and swallowed visibly. Just looking at that monstrous thing, his imagination couldn’t help but run wild.

Won Hee-yeon tore open the condom box as if shredding it to pieces, took out the contents, and bit through the plastic packaging. Though he fumbled a bit in his eagerness, he somehow managed to put on the condom. By the time he picked up the tube of gel, his patience seemed whittled to the bone, and his hands trembled slightly.

Son Yeo-il worried he might crush the tube in his grip but with a low moan of “Ugh,” Won Hee-yeon squeezed a generous amount of gel onto his condom-covered shaft and rubbed it up and down to spread it evenly.

“Haaa.”

Having completed his preparations, Won Hee-yeon exhaled an enigmatic sigh and approached between Son Yeo-il’s legs. The formidable penis, despite being clothed and oiled, still looked intimidating.

The moment Won Hee-yeon slightly lifted Son Yeo-il’s waist to place a pillow underneath, Son Yeo-il covered his eyes with the back of one hand out of embarrassment. But Won Hee-yeon mercilessly removed Son Yeo-il’s hand.

“Nah, you should watch.”

“Why, why do I have to…”

He naturally brought his gel-coated shaft to the cleft between Son Yeo-il’s raised hips. The sight of Won Hee-yeon’s body rubbing between Son Yeo-il’s spread legs was clearly visible. Perhaps due to the visual stimulation, the sensation against his body was even more vivid. He could distinctly feel the cold, sticky gel and the clearly squirming flesh beyond it.

“L-Look. My darling’s hole is twitching like crazy, wanting to have a taste of cock.”

“No, it’s not!”

“Eeh? Is a lawyer allowed to make false statements without getting arrested?”

Son Yeo-il recoiled even as he panted with excitement. Judging by his smirking expression, Won Hee-yeon seemed to enjoy seeing Son Yeo-il’s horrified reactions and thus persisted with the crude remarks.

Though he denied it, even Son Yeo-il could feel his lower part twitching in an odd rhythm. Whenever Won Hee-yeon prodded his shaft against it, everything from his perineum to his hole flinched upon reflex.

“Well, given the angle, my darling probably can’t see this far. What to do, guess I’ll have to give you a taste so you can confirm?”

“Ah, just, stop saying such things, just…ngh!”

Just as Son Yeo-il was about to say “Just put it in,” Won Hee-yeon began pushing the head of his cock into Son Yeo-il’s entrance. And immediately, Son Yeo-il was thankful he hadn’t made such a bold statement.

“Ah, ack, ungh.”

Despite thinking it had been thoroughly loosened, it still wasn’t enough, as Son Yeo-il felt the same discomfort and foreign sensation as when the other man’s fingers were first inserted. No, it was much more overwhelming and painful than previously. His entrance was stretched to its limit, almost to the point of tearing.

The problem was it was too big. No matter how much preparation was done, Won Hee-yeon’s size wouldn’t decrease. Though he had known it was large from seeing it and had somewhat prepared himself, once it was inside his body, its size felt even more formidable.

Is it all in? This must be the end? It can’t be that it’s not even fully inserted?

When Won Hee-yeon had insisted he look earlier, Son Yeo-il had feigned distraction, but now he belatedly glanced down to peek at the point of connection. Unfortunately, only the tip had entered.

Son Yeo-il instinctively thought, If he puts it all in, I’ll die. As much as he was excited and as sexy as Won Hee-yeon was, life was still precious, so Son Yeo-il reflexively squirmed his back, trying to pull his waist away.

“Where are you trying to run off to? Hah…If you’re going, we should go together.”

But even if he did manage to escape, he was still in bed and in the palm of Won Hee-yeon’s hand. Won Hee-yeon’s large hands immediately chased after Son Yeo-il and grabbed both of his pelvises. One second he was massaging him, the next the other man was pulling him back against him.

“Ah, ugh, wait, just a minute.”

He grunted and clutched at the sheets. Son Yeo-il wanted to play it cool, but it was hard to do now that they’d gotten this far and there was no turning back. Won Hee-yeon’s eyes narrowed slightly from the pressure, but his mouth was still open and quivering.

“Yeah. Our husband, ugh, is having a hard time. What, if I touch your chest, will you feel better?”

“What? Mmm, ugh.”

“Why are you just tearing at the sheets instead of your wife’s body?”

Won Hee-yeon took Son Yeo-il’s hands from the sheets and placed them, one by one, on each of his chest pecs, which were speckled with chrysanthemum and carp tattoos.

Son Yeo-il wasn’t sure why the other man was talking to him like that when he had his dick halfway up his ass, and “Do you want to touch my breasts?” didn’t seem like the right thing to say at this point, but the sensation of his hands on his ample pecs wasn’t bad.

The feel of the firm, yet slightly flabby muscles was stimulating, and to add a bit of emotion, the faint thumping of Won Hee-yeon’s heart beating through them was pleasant.

When Son Yeo-il’s grunting subsided a bit, Won Hee-yeon reached out and cupped his cheek, soothing him in a voice that was as soft as cotton candy, though still with a hint of playfulness.

“You’re so good. Haaa. Now, just relax a little bit more.”

“Th-that’s not, ugh, likely to happen…”

“Hey, you did well before. I’m not gonna hurt you. Huh? Haa, I’m gonna make our baby feel good.”

Again, he sounded like a child who was about to get an injection. Son Yeo-il was still in pain, but he also remembered the intense pleasure he’d felt earlier. In a moment of inspiration, Won Hee-yeon whispered the decisive words.

“Yeo-il, you trust me, don’t you?”

Of course, Son Yeo-il trusted Won Hee-yeon. He was someone who thought of Yeo-il even more dearly than Yeo-il thought of himself, so there was no way he would lie to Yeo-il or harm him.

Won Hee-yeon’s fingers touched his cheek, then his ear. The slight heat in his earlobe, combined with the other man’s heated gaze, made his head spin. He felt like he could fall into a trance right now. He closed his eyes and nodded.

The moment his body slackened ever so slightly, Won Hee-yeon’s eyes glowed like those of a beast that never lost sight of its prey. Won Hee-yeon’s penetration was only halfway in, and in one fell swoop, he was inside Son Yeo-il, root and branch.