GBH 139

“Haa.”

Song Yi-heon, submerged in a slowly rising heat, let the strength drain from his hands and feet. Even lying still, he was short of breath. The unfamiliar and bizarre sensations left by Se-kyung’s touch made Song Yi-heon unconsciously furrow his brow.

It was a sensation he had never experienced before. It felt ticklish, yet also like a thirst rising within him. He couldn’t define it, but what was certain was that the sensation thinly spreading throughout his body wasn’t just pain.

Song Yi-heon, writhing like a newborn animal, pushed against the sheets with his soles. His back arched like a bow, following the twisting muscles, and his hips lifted. His abdomen touched Se-kyung’s, and their cocks rubbed together.

Se-kyung’s cock, erect up to his navel, was like a red-hot iron. Rubbing his still soft cock against the iron slick with saliva and sweat, pleasure spread as if gnawing at his cock, like ice melting from hot water poured over it.

“Haa… heungh….”

A fragile moan flowed out like a sob. The eyes and mouth that had been acting like a worn-out rag vanished in an instant. Song Yi-heon whimpered like a boy scared by the unfamiliar sexual pleasure. It was a sound that Song Yi-heon, who would gather the kids from his class to play soccer or roam the streets punching it out with gangsters, would never have made.

Doubting his ears, Se-kyung let go the nipple he had been sucking and raised his head. Song Yi-heon, surprised by the sound he had made himself, clapped his hand over his mouth. The overwhelming excitement was nowhere to be found, and both of them blinked with wide eyes.

“Th, this is-.”

Song Yi-heon belatedly tried to make excuses, but there was no way he could explain the reaction that had sprung out of him without his knowing. He had spewed all sorts of lewd remarks, telling Se-kyung to fuck him, that he tasted good, but when the real game started, he showed such an innocent reaction. He was no different from a greenhorn full of bluster despite having no experience, and Song Yi-heon blushed.

“It’s, well, it’s like-.”

What the soul had overlooked was that Song Yi-heon’s body was inherently sensitive. Song Yi-heon’s body was delicate. So overly sensitive that it was greatly affected by others, and it sensed changes in the seasons first. The reason he felt sad and hurt more easily than others was because his sensitive body accepted emotions so intensely.

Needless to say, direct contact was even more so. Back when he wore his bangs long to cover his face, he would curl up like a pill bug if someone just touched his side. He was easily ticklish, and it wasn’t long before his panting breaths, from laughing because of tickles, would tremble like moans.

Song Yi-heon feels intensely and cries easily. It was a part of him that couldn’t be changed, even if the soul trained the body.

After a moment of silence, Se-kyung’s eyes curved. His flushed eyes crinkled into crescents that sparkled so brightly, they looked like sugar-coated jelly that would sweeten your mouth just from looking.

“That’s right. You really do taste good, Yi-heon.”

“No, wait, shit, stop for a second. Get off, you bastard, ah…”

Sensing something ominous, Song Yi-heon tried to escape, but he couldn’t overcome Se-kyung’s crushing weight. Rather, Se-kyung grabbed Yi-heon’s cock, and strength drained from his limbs. He tried to stop Se-kyung as pleasure he didn’t know existed in this world threatened to pour out before he could adjust.

“Wait… it feels, hah, strange. Just a moment, ah, Choi Se-kyung, wait…”

But the hand gripping his cock shook up and down. The pink glans appeared and disappeared above the curled thumb and forefinger. The once-dry hand was soaked with sweat and pre-cum, soon becoming a slick passage. Slimy fluid flowed out between his fingers, and water splashed. The cock, which had comfortably filled Se-kyung’s palm, swelled and filled his hand.

Even though it wasn’t being constricted by an elastic membrane, and he hadn’t taken any drugs, the cock grew in size with just the passage made by Se-kyung’s palm, leaving Song Yi-heon bewildered yet unable to stop. He had never felt like this in his previous life, so he couldn’t believe he was feeling this much just from being touched by a hand.

His soul wasn’t homosexual, so the act had started from the mental satisfaction of the partner being Choi Se-kyung, but, contrary to his resolve, his sensitive body trembled solely with pleasure.

“Eung, ah…!”

Moans, so shameful he couldn’t even admit they were his, escaped his throat repeatedly. Every line of his fair-skinned features writhed with pleasure.

Every time his fully wet and ripe glans rubbed against Se-kyung’s abs, shivers ran down his neck as if electricity was sparking. Song Yi-heon wrapped his legs around Se-kyung’s waist. The hip movements that had been trying to escape turned into thrusting. With strength tightly applied, his small buttocks, deeply indented at both ends, shook up and down, chasing after his hand.

“Ah…!”

The moment thick, milky fluid shot from his crushed cock, he wrapped his arms and legs around Se-kyung and hugged him tight. His thighs, trembling from the aftereffects of the pleasure, twitched spasmodically. Se-kyung seemed to caress the inside of his thighs soothingly, then spread them wide. He gently reasoned with him, preventing his thighs from closing.

“You have to spread them. So I can see it well.”

“…”

Song Yi-heon, breathing roughly with clouded eyes, soon grabbed his hamstrings and spread them as Se-kyung wanted. Following his knees, which were pulled up towards his shoulders, his back arched flexibly and his hips lifted. His cock flipped over on his belly, which was free of fat and only had thin wrinkles.

The gap between his spread buttocks was exposed and twitched. The soft-colored hole, which had been stimulated once already after coming to the hotel room first to prepare, was moist with moisture, and it gaped incessantly as if expecting something.

Like his cock, which Se-kyung thought had pink flower water at the tip because its pigment was light, the closed hole was light in color. But a huge desire was hidden in that small, tightly closed spot. The black pupils staring at the hole sank endlessly with obsession.

Just as strength was slowly entering his cock because of the persistent gaze, a moist lump of flesh covered the hole and licked it. Song Yi-heon was surprised and lost his grip on his hamstrings as he resisted.

“Haa, don’t do it…!”

He had cleaned himself thoroughly while preparing to receive Se-kyung, but the common belief that it was a dirty place caused revulsion, and Song Yi-heon twisted his body to try to get Se-kyung off. The more he did, the more Se-kyung pressed down on his hamstrings, which he was holding forcefully. His flexible body effortlessly passed his long legs over his shoulders. His back was half-lifted, and his buttocks floated in the air.

“Hey…!”

Hot breath touched the skin between his buttocks and formed a shallow moisture. The mass of the soft lump licked the hole and perineum in one go. The spot where his tongue passed became sticky and sensitive.

Se-kyung could feel Song Yi-heon trembling with excessive tension, unable to even breathe, but he didn’t care and sharpened his tongue. When his tongue parted the hole and entered the wrinkles, the hamstrings he was holding down trembled noticeably. Se-kyung stroked Song Yi-heon’s thighs and carefully rummaged inside the hole. His slippery tongue stirred the entrance like a snake, melting the hole into a thick goo.

Only when Song Yi-heon’s face and chest were flushed red did Se-kyung pull out his tongue and lower his back. But before Song Yi-heon could even feel relieved, before his legs even touched the bed, a finger soaked in lube dug into his hole. The hole, softened by saliva, readily accepted two fingers.

Inside, his fingers widened the inner walls as they stirred through the red flesh.

“Heuuup….”

When he pressed the bulging prostate, the sobbing moan that came out when he touched his waistline flowed out.

“Se-kyung-ah….”

His voice, wet with excessive sensation, was tearful. It was a sound that couldn’t be heard outside the bed. When Song Yi-heon, who he had only known to be strong and relaxed, called his name while crying, Se-kyung felt like he was going to cum and hurriedly widened the inside. He persistently rubbed the entrance, widened the inside, and looked for a condom.

The sound of Se-kyung’s rough breathing, which had been going on all along, subsided, and the sound of tearing open a condom wrapper rang out. The room was quiet for a while, then Song Yi-heon laughed. Se-kyung, who had been carefully putting on the condom, twitched the end of his eyebrow. In fact, Se-kyung had practiced putting on condoms by himself before. He had been working hard so that he wouldn’t look like a child fumbling around, unable to even put on a condom in front of Song Yi-heon, so a question mark rose sensitively.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I was just thinking I don’t need to teach you how to put on a condom.”

His thinned voice trembled, making him seem pathetic, yet Song Yi-heon teased Se-kyung. Se-kyung pulled Song Yi-heon’s pelvis and rubbed his cock against the end of the hole, not giving in.

“And you were going to teach me how to fuck?”

The rubber-covered glans poked at the bulging perineum. As if not wanting to just be on the receiving end, Se-kyung pressed down on the hole and pulled out just before entering.