LM 28

He had no inkling of how they managed to arrive at the hotel. He only remembered the suffocating silence in the car and the ride up the elevator. Kwon Siyul stared intently at the rapidly ascending floor numbers. He didn’t even dare glance at Woo Hyunse. Fixing his eyes on the floor indicator, he was gripped by an unfounded fear that making eye contact might lead to strangulation.

Before stepping off the elevator, Woo Hyunse, seemingly uncomfortable, unbuttoned one more button at his neck. When the doors opened, he walked ahead with purposeful steps, showing not even a trace of hesitation. Seeing Kwon Siyul lingering behind, he glanced back once and grabbed hold of his wrist. His grip was so firm that it might leave behind red marks. It really seemed like Woo Hyunse was afraid Kwon Siyul might try to escape before anything happened.

At the door, Kwon Siyul felt a moment of regret for what he was about to do. He slightly resented his own mouth for spinning lies as if they were truths. Perhaps he should make a confession while they still had time. Once they went inside, it would be too late to turn back.

On the other hand, he couldn’t back out now after coming this far. This was the result of days of racking his brain. He had received counseling, done research by watching videos, and even met someone at a bar in order to experiment.

Had he ever been so intensely focused on anything in his life? If he gave up and turned away now, such an opportunity might never arise again. Woo Hyunse might also lose interest in him, growing tired of his frequent indecisiveness.

As he was steeling his wavering resolve like a reed in the wind, the door clicked open. His wrist was still held tight. The door closed with a thud, completely cutting off any retreat, yet Woo Hyunse still didn’t release Kwon Siyul. The grip remained firm even as they crossed the narrow passage until they reached the bed.

“Ugh…!”

Woo Hyunse threw Kwon Siyul onto the bed. Before Kwon Siyul could adjust his posture, Woo Hyunse was already on top of him. Kwon Siyul had thought Woo Hyunse was bigger than the average man when he first saw him, but looking up at him now, the imposing presence was truly something he couldn’t dismiss.

The hands pressing down on his shoulders felt like they could tear his arms off if they wanted to. Every time Kwon Siyul flinched, the sharp gaze that followed made him feel as though Woo Hyunse would sink his teeth into his neck at any moment. This experience felt less like being pinned under a person and more like being trapped beneath a massive, predatory beast.

Kwon Siyul swallowed hard past his dry throat. He was scared. Terrified. His chest was tight with fear and anxiety. His heart pounded so loudly it drowned out every other sound, making him  tremble from head to toe. Even his fingertips tingle slightly.

“I’ve never done this with another man before, so I might be a bit clumsy.”

The darkness sharpened Kwon Siyul’s hearing, leaving his ears on high alert.

“Please be patient.”

“…”

Despite this space being far larger than the elevator, the air felt much thinner here. Kwon Siyul parted his lips as if trying to draw in more air. One of Woo Hyunse’s hands moved from his shoulder to his jaw and cheek, gripping him firmly there. Kwon Siyul’s soft cheeks dented under the pressure of his fingers. It stung, but Kwon Siyul didn’t say anything.

His eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he had to shut them. Woo Hyunse’s lips pressed against Kwon Siyul’s slightly parted ones, easily invading further. Their tongues collided and intertwined like that of supple, boneless creatures.

This was, technically, his first kiss. The exaggerated descriptions of fireworks exploding in his mind’s eye didn’t feel so far-fetched. His legs gave out beneath him. His head became hazy as if someone had struck the back of it. All from just lips meeting and tongues grazing—yet his lower half throbbed with pleasure, and his entire body felt like it was submerged in boiling water.

He didn’t know what he was doing. He simply followed the rhythm of the warm mass invading his mouth. If it tangled, he tangled back—if it pressed forward, he mirrored the exact same movement. When Woo Hyunse nibbled on his lower lip, Kwon Siyul licked and sucked on his upper lip in return.

Even as his face turned beet red from lack of oxygen, Woo Hyunse refused to release him. Kwon Siyul weakly tapped Woo Hyunse’s arm with his fist, and only then did Hyunse retreat briefly, only to dive back in without giving him a chance to take a full breath.

When their lips finally parted, a soft moan escaped Woo Siyul, turning his nasal breaths into quiet whimpers. Woo Hyunse’s lips moved to his neck, pressing against it as if to savor the flesh. It felt as though he was biting into ripe fruit. Goosebumps raced down Kwon Siyul’s spine, making the fine hairs on his body stand on end and his toes curl inward.

A hand suddenly slipped into the waistband of Kwon Siyul’s pants. He flinched hard, grabbing Woo Hyunse’s shoulder. Woo Hyunse paused momentarily before curling his palm as if in the middle of confirming something. After a moment of silence, he pulled Kwon Siyul’s pants down in one swift motion. Kwon Siyul’s face grew hot as he covered his eyes with his forearm.

“You…”

It was a smooth, hairless surface. The skin had a pinkish hue. The flesh, though it hadn’t been stimulated much, was already standing firm. Its shape, like its color, was flawless—neither bent nor rough, perfectly smooth, and of a reasonable size.

“You even shaved yourself.”

“That’s not it…”

“I didn’t expect you to go this far with preparation.”

It was a misunderstanding, but there was no chance to correct it. A firm grip surrounded it, pulling downward without hesitation. Kwon Siyul flinched, reflexively trying to close his thighs, but Woo Hyunse slid his knee between them, preventing the movement from happening.

Kwon Siyul shook his head frantically, grabbing Woo Hyunse’s sleeve. He pleaded with all his might for Woo Hyunse to stop, but the other man’s hand only continued to play with him. He rubbed the head, pulled the skin all the way up and down, and when glistening droplets appeared, he rubbed the tip of his penis as if crushing it with his thumb.

Kwon Siyul groaned madly. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t escape from under those hands and his body. His head felt dizzy, and every time Woo Hyunse’s wrist moved, his buttocks gained strength and his d1ck hardened. Even as he pushed the sheets with his feet and sobbed pitifully, begging him to stop, Woo Hyunse looked down at him like a person possessed, his hand moving ceaselessly.

Finally, unable to hold back, Kwon Siyul’s breath hitched, and his body tensed as an overwhelming sensation surged through him. His vision blurred as the release came abruptly, leaving his chest heaving and his mind spinning. It was mortifying, yet there was no way he could deny the aftermath of his body’s reaction.

It was completely different from masturbating. The grip on his flesh was hot and forceful, inflicting pain one moment and then digging into the center of his penis with a finger the next, causing a jolt of pleasure that shot up from his testicles directly to his tailbone.

“Ah, really, ah…!”

Kwon Siyul’s back arched, creating a gap between his body and the bed. A gasp escaped his lips as a milky white fluid spurted out like a water gun from the tip of his penis, which had swelled to fill Woo Hyunse’s hand. A spasm rippled through his pelvis. The white fluid found its way across his navel and doughy belly.

He reached his climax much sooner than usual. It was intense and long-lasting. Kwon Siyul squeezed his eyes shut and twisted his head to one side. His ears and collarbone were flushed red. He gasped for breath, like someone who had just ran a marathon.

He was too embarrassed to live. If there was sand, he would bury himself like he was one of the dead, but there was nowhere to hide his body on this bare bed. Instead, Kwon Siyul covered his eyes with his forearm.

“…”

The silence in the room was unsettling, so he slowly lowered his arm. Woo Hyunse was standing on his knees, staring intently at his palm. Semen was so abundant that it dripped thickly between his fingers like honey. In the dark room, only the stream of semen dripping onto Kwon Siyul’s thigh shone strangely bright.

As if sensing his gaze, Woo Hyunse looked up. His expression was obscured by the darkness, but Kwon Siyul had a feeling he was looking right at him.

Woo Hyunse unfastened his own buckle. As he pulled down his underwear, a half-erect penis was revealed. Kwon Siyul’s eyes widened, convinced that he must be seeing things, alternating his gaze between Woo Hyunse’s face and his lower body.

Even though it wasn’t fully erect, it was large, befitting his physique. The vaguely visible outline strongly resembled Woo Hyunse’s nose. Just like his slightly curved nose bridge, the middle of the shaft was particularly thick.

Suddenly, the videos he had watched flashed before his eyes. Where did he put that…?

He wondered if retreating now and escaping was the best way to ensure his safety, but Woo Hyunse lowered his semen-covered hand right then. The sight of him enveloping his penis with his wet hand was incredibly erotic, far beyond anything he had watched online.  Heat surged to the top of his head.

As if sensing his internal conflict, Woo Hyunse grabbed hold of Kwon Siyul’s ankle with his other hand. It was like a noose tightening around an animal’s leg, a strong wire that would never loosen, pulling Kwon Siyul toward him. Kwon Siyul was helplessly being dragged away.

Every time a finger stirred inside, there was a squelching sound. Thanks to the gel he had bought at the convenience store, his swollen scrotum and plump penis, as well as the inside of his reddened thighs, were all soaking wet. When a finger withdrew, the clear gel followed, dripping down the groove.

It was a painful, difficult, and exhausting experience. His whole body had been red for a long time. His ankle was bitten, the prominent bone encircled by neat rows of teeth marks. His long calf and knee were also sucked, leaving red marks that were like mosquito bites.

He could tolerate one finger. Two was difficult, but he endured. With the third finger, Kwon Siyul bit his wrist and sobbed. The finger entered, roughly raking and rubbing his mucous membrane, thrusting deeply into his entrance and pressing on a certain spot deep inside, causing his lower body, which had already climaxed once, to tense up again.

Despite the unfamiliar, painful, and aching sensation, his penis moved differently. Every time the finger buried in his flesh bent, his penis twitched toward his navel. He kept his head turned away, unable to bear the sight of it.

“J-Just fuck me.”

He could barely hold himself together. He wanted to cry, and tears were indeed welling up, already wetting his thick eyelashes.