GBH 140
by EmerlynConfronting Se-kyung’s provocation, Song Yi-heon twisted his lips. His lips curved leisurely, even though he was overwhelmed and flushed red all over. Suddenly, Song Yi-heon’s heel rounded Se-kyung’s iliac bone.
Making eye contact as if to show off, his sole, which had been caressing his iliac crest, slowly moved upward. It traced his sculpted abdomen and reached his chest. The arch of his smooth foot meshed seamlessly with his firm pectoral muscles and stopped. The area where his feverish sole met his frantically pumping heart seethed.
Song Yi-heon smiled, even creasing his eyes. His thin skin, through which veins were visible, flushed, and his sharp eyes softened as if melting. The youthful aspects remaining in his features stood out, and his seductive smile was that of a femme fatale.
“Depends on how you do?”
“…!”
The moment Se-kyung was captivated by that smile, Song Yi-heon’s leg went over Se-kyung’s shoulder and wrapped around his back. Hooking his hamstring over Se-kyung’s shoulder, his calf, which had gone behind his back, pressed firmly against his broad back. Caught off guard, Se-kyung was pulled forward, and his cock, which had been resting at the entrance, dug inside.
“Ugh…!”
Before he could even adjust to the sensation of his wrinkles parting, his narrow inner walls split open, and Song Yi-heon threw back his head at the pain of his body tearing.
Even though he had loosened him up with care, it was difficult to insert a cock the size of a child’s forearm into his narrow hole. As Se-kyung forced his cock in and pushed deeper, his back trembled from the unfamiliar sensation of his pelvis widening.
To prevent Song Yi-heon, who was trembling without even being able to make a sound, from getting hurt, Se-kyung carefully widened his inner walls. Even if Song Yi-heon had initiated the penetration, it was Se-kyung’s responsibility to fuck him all the way. It was a long and arduous task. Thick beads of sweat trickled down his skin, which was slick with cold sweat, and gathered on his chin. Like a summer shower soaking the asphalt, droplets of sweat fell in dots.
Song Yi-heon, who had been enduring the pain with his head turned to the side, sensed that the cock digging inside him wasn’t moving. Something rough touched the entrance. As he slyly opened his eyes, Se-kyung, who had been propping up his small head with his forearm as if he had been waiting, pressed his wet forehead against his.
“It’s all the way in.”
He usually spoke cheesy words so well, but at times like this, he was innocent and radiant like a young boy. His untainted smile was as white and refreshing as white laundry fluttering under the summer sun, and it was overwhelming.
He was so lovable that Yi-heon couldn’t help but love him.
“…Yeah, it’s all the way in.”
Song Yi-heon ran his hand through Se-kyung’s hair, combing back his wet hairs like a comb. His thick hair was soaked with sweat and smelled of grass. The dense, verdant scent, like that of freshly cut grass, exuded the raw freshness of his body.
Unable to express his overwhelming feelings, Song Yi-heon hugged his sweat-soaked head. Their overlapping lips changed angles from moment to moment as they gently rubbed against each other’s tongues.
He felt like he would melt from the gentle kiss, and the melted gel flowed out from below where they were joined. As the excessively poured gel melted in the high temperature, the hole became slick as if it had secreted fluids.
A tight, wet hole. Hot sticky fluid enveloping his cock. Pleasure existed in the escalating process of the simple act of thrusting and shaking, parting the mucous membranes. Song Yi-heon knew that pleasure well, and he wanted Se-kyung to know it too. He urged him in a low, husky voice.
“Move, quickly.”
Even though he wanted to move on his own, the cock he had accepted for the first time filled him up to an uncomfortable extent, causing a sense of rejection. The feeling of his internal organs being crushed was similar to the pressure of his throat being constricted, and just enduring it was a chore. What made it bearable was his feelings for Choi Se-kyung and a strange excitement that frayed his nerves.
“Haa…”
After catching his breath, Se-kyung slowly pulled his cock out. Red flesh followed, and Song Yi-heon’s thighs spasmed.
“Slowly, it hurts, slowly…”
The way he cautiously probed inside, like a young beast’s clumsy hip movements, was awkward. His cock, like a fiery club, haphazardly brushed against his inner walls, and the moment he was sure that Song Yi-heon wouldn’t get hurt even if he thrust with all his might, his clumsy fucking became fierce.
“…!”
Se-kyung’s ribcage pressed down on Song Yi-heon, and in the chaotic entanglement below, his cock pounded into his hole. The thrusting cock parted Yi-heon’s insides, striking deep within.
“Ah, heuk…!”
“Ugh, ah…”
Se-kyung grabbed Yi-heon’s hips as he tried to escape upward and pulled him down. His thick cock changed angles and poked at his prostate. Yi-heon’s waist, twisted like a live fish, trembled, and even though he hadn’t touched it, Song Yi-heon’s cock became erect, the pale tip twitching and leaking fluid.
“Se-kyung, ah…!”
He had intended to teach Se-kyung about pleasure, but experiencing it himself wasn’t part of the plan. Song Yi-heon twisted his body, unfamiliar with the sensation that washed over him, spreading out like fine thorns and making his fingertips tingle.
His healthy body, which had been running around on the playground under the hot sun, trembled naked and white on the bed. His body, which had been moving dynamically and exuding vitality, whimpered, unable to bear the pleasure each time Se-kyung thrust his cock in.
That fact excited Se-kyung even more. His black eyes were pitch black, but his simmering obsession was clear. He gripped Song Yi-heon’s waist to hold him in place and pounded his cock in as if he were hitting him. It was the concave point where his waist, which narrowed from his ribs, widened above his pelvis, which he could see when his school uniform shirt fluttered.
His elastic and flexible body bent as Se-kyung wanted. His legs, spread wide open, shook in the air, receiving the cock that was pounding into his hole.
Wet pubic hair rubbed against his hole, and his cock pierced his prostate and thrust deep inside. A pleasure that could not be called simple dominated his entire body in the simple act. Se-kyung shook off the beads of sweat that had gathered on his chin and coveted Song Yi-heon.
“Ugh-.”
When his cock was thrust in as deeply as it could go, Song Yi-heon hugged Se-kyung’s neck. Their chests and abdomens, slick with sweat, rubbed together as if they were one, and white fluid burst from Song Yi-heon’s cock, which was caught between them, and the cock that was embedded in his inner walls expanded at one point.
“Haa, haa…”
The two men, breathing heavily, made eye contact without a word. They kissed each other without either of them initiating. They sank into a comfortable sense of satisfaction, as if they could melt away and disappear as they were, as if they were sinking into a black sea.
* * *
Morning sunlight began to fill the hotel room, where the curtains had not been drawn. As the sunlight was projected, his lightly pigmented eyelashes appeared white. As his long eyelashes fluttered, light seemed to ripen and gather between his eyelashes.
Song Yi-heon woke up because of the pain in his throat, which felt as cracked as drought-stricken fields. His throat, which had been filled with moans and cries as Se-kyung’s cock went in and out, complained of an undeniable pain. Feeling like his throat would tear if he didn’t moisten it immediately, Song Yi-heon crawled across the bed without even opening his eyes.
“Ugh, my throat…”
As he reached out and groped around the edge of the bedside table, he grabbed a bottle of water that he had brought to the hotel yesterday and left unfinished. He emptied the half-full bottle of water in one go and lay face down, and his mind slowly returned. Song Yi-heon raised his upper body with his eyes still half-closed.
He didn’t even remember when he had fallen asleep, but the state of the room was a sight to behold. Under the bed were discarded clothes, a crumpled gown, and several condoms with their ends tied. He counted the number of condoms Se-kyung had used and muttered awkwardly.
“He’s healthy.”
His whole body ached as if he had been beaten, especially the hole between his waist and buttocks, which had borne Se-kyung’s weight, burned terribly.
It was the first time for both of them. While one soul had experienced relationships before, it was the first time for this body, and especially the first time for that soul to reach climax from receiving a cock from behind. It was Se-kyung’s first time too, and thanks to that, Yi-heon had several new experiences last night.
He had hoped that he would be honest, at least in bed, but he hated the way Se-kyung habitually held back. So, provoking him suited Song Yi-heon’s tastes quite well. He seemed to have gotten carried away and excited, but it wasn’t a problem since they were both satisfied.
However, when he recalled the sensation that had struck his spine when his cock pressed against his prostate and relentlessly stirred his inner walls, Song Yi-heon was embarrassed and pretended not to notice. He thought it was probably a sensation he could accept after trying it a few more times.
“Umm.”
The sound of rustling could be heard, and then an arm wrapped around Song Yi-heon’s pelvis from behind. Se-kyung, who was rubbing his nose against the flesh of his buttocks, hadn’t woken up yet. Rather than being tired, it was a languor of satisfaction from having slept soundly for the first time in a long time.