LM 58

Kwon Siyul gasped for breath, desperately clinging to Woo Hyunse. The shaft withdrew and then forcefully pushed back in, its swollen rim stretching him. When it couldn’t penetrate a deeper curve, it thrust in as if in the process of breaking down a door.

“Ah! No, more, ugh, it’s too deep, deep…!”

Even as Kwon Siyul pushed at Woo Hyunse’s shoulders and struggled, he couldn’t get away. The cobra-head-shaped tip pressed against the spot where semen and fluids leaked, digging deeper to pound the curved area. It felt like a giant hammer striking a dead end.

Kwon Siyul’s feet turned pale, his toes curling inward. His throat worked until his head finally fell back. His taut neckline emphasized his Adam’s apple, and the whites of his wide-open eyes were soaking wet. Tears fell incessantly. His bitten, swollen lips quivered, and tears beaded on his eyelashes like ripe grapes.

“Huk, ugh, hng…”

Kwon Siyul’s member, rubbing against Woo Hyunse’s abdomen, was erect and dripping fluid as if it had never softened. The color was so diluted it looked more like water than semen.

“No, don’t…Ah!”

Kwon Siyul was unable to finish his protest. He curled up like an insect, burying his face in Woo Hyunse’s arm. After all that pounding, it finally broke through the curved, unopened area. A lightning-like thrill shattered his spine.

His nerves, overwhelmed by excessive pleasure, seemed to burn black. Behind his tightly shut eyes, instead of darkness, fireworks of red, yellow, and white exploded. Even as his empty testicles ached, his shaft remained fully erect. It quivered but produced no fluid.

Woo Hyunse, suppressing a short groan, embraced Kwon Siyul tightly. As if forgetting his own weight of over 100 kg, he nearly crushed Kwon Siyul. The inner flesh clenched around the shaft as if to burst it. The soft mucous membrane clung tightly, wetting the tip as if sucking it in. He couldn’t resist ejaculating.

“Hah…”

Kwon Siyul buried his forehead in Woo Hyunse’s nape. Warm fluid filled the wet inner flesh. It gushed out, leaving his mark in the fluid-filled membrane. Not satisfied with once, he pulled out halfway and re-entered, releasing an amount no less than the first. He spread his semen over the wet membrane, moving in and out leisurely.

“…Your scent.”

Woo Hyunse spoke, burying his nose in Kwon Siyul’s nape and inhaling deeply. His eyes were hazy, as they had been since walking into the house. With those clearly affected eyes, he scrutinized Kwon Siyul’s features. Even after such vigorous movement, he showed no signs of fatigue.

In contrast, Kwon Siyul lay in a daze as if about to be sucked into the bed. He shivered like someone with chills from the residual heat of pleasure.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Kwon Siyul heard the voice but couldn’t understand the words the voice was saying. Woo Hyunse changed positions, and gathered up the sprawled Kwon Siyul. He lay on the bed, placing Kwon Siyul on top of him, and lifted his drooping head to steal a kiss. When Kwon Siyul flinched, the shaft still inside him stirred the flesh again.

The rut was just beginning. This fact wouldn’t change even if Kwon Siyul lost consciousness.

His throat was parched. It felt as if all the moisture in his body had evaporated into thin air. Even drought-stricken land might be more moist than his throat right then. He whispered “water,” but his voice seemed to have vanished with the moisture, leaving only his lips to move silently.

As if his desperation was understood, someone pressed their lips to his and let water flow. It was sweeter than nectar. He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and drank like a bird. One sip wasn’t enough—he extended his tongue, chasing after more water.

Only after drinking two or three times could he finally manage to lift his eyelids. Even then, his vision didn’t immediately focus. After squinting to steady his blurry sight, he could make out a hazy figure. It was Woo Hyunse.

As if waking from a very long dream, Kwon Siyul finally returned to reality. Woo Hyunse was lying face-to-face with him. Beyond him, an empty water bottle was visible.

“Did I, ahem, pass out?”

No matter how much water he drank, it was still hard to force his voice out. Kwon Siyul barely managed to complete the sentence and was plagued by a coughing fit. Woo Hyunse responded with a low “yes” and brushed Kwon Siyul’s damp hair back. His eyes seemed to have regained more clarity than before.

“For how long?”

“Quite a while.”

He couldn’t remember when he had lost consciousness. Kwon Siyul slowly tried to recollect everything that had happened. Acts far beyond comparison to the videos he had watched for study surfaced one by one. After Woo Hyunse’s first ejaculation, he remembered being rocked from above, thrust into from below, riding atop crossed legs, and even being taken to the sofa while clinging to the other’s upper body like a baby animal to its mother.

He vaguely recalled thinking it might be easier to just pass out, but even that had been impossible due to the spore-like scent Woo Hyunse was constantly emitting. His body had only shut down after surpassing its limits.

Even during brief moments of consciousness, he had been in Woo Hyunse’s embrace. What would have been bearable if it were pain felt like death because it was pleasure. Blackout after blackout. Only after their intertwined bodies separated was there a moment of rest.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

A hand touched his stomach. The last time he had seen his body, it had been soaked with bodily fluids from an unknown source, but now it was dry. Woo Hyunse must have cleaned him while he was still passed out.

The warm body temperature melted his aching insides. At the same time, his insides felt sticky like ice cream left at room temperature. Even when he tensed his buttocks, a mixture of fluids leaked out, wetting his entrance.

Despite such intense physical intimacy, surprisingly, he didn’t feel hungry at all. He had no appetite. He just wanted to lie in bed, completely drained of energy. Sleep wouldn’t come, though. The scent and heat emanating from Woo Hyunse hadn’t cooled yet.

Belatedly shaking his head, he looked around. They seemed to have entered when it was dark, but now the yellow light of late afternoon was seeping through the curtains. The clock showed a number that made him question why the hour hand was there. Kwon Siyul blinked slowly three times before realizing what time it was. A whole day had already passed.

“We should eat something.”

This time, the hand stroked down his side. Then his flat pelvis, the handprints, and his thighs, which were marked with greenish bruises. It moved to the inside of his thighs and down to his knees. As if tracing the path of leaked semen. Kwon Siyul didn’t have the strength to avoid that hand. He let Woo Hyunse touch him as he pleased. The fingers meticulously traced over his skin, more like retracing the marks left behind than an act of lust.

“How long…does a rut usually last?”

“Three to four days.”

Only one day had passed. The future seemed daunting. The suppressor springes he had tried to discard came to mind, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

The palm that had been freely kneading the inside of his thigh slid past his shrunken scrotum and further down. Kwon Siyul looked up in surprise. Woo Hyunse wore his usual harmless smile. Only his eyes betrayed his need to continue.

“Are we doing it again? Surely not…?”

“Spread your legs. We need to get the semen out.”

“The semen…”

Kwon Siyul repeated Woo Hyunse’s words like an idiot. His mind was blank. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the pheromones or if he had simply run out of energy to think. Despite feeling a sense of danger, Kwon Siyul obediently spread his legs. As he bent his knees and placed his feet on the sheet, he heard a gentle praise come out, “Good boy.”

His entrance was swollen like a ring. However, he felt almost none of the pain or discomfort that usually followed intimacy. While wondering if this too was a case usually with sex between two men, thick fingers gently pressed against his tightly closed entrance and entered.

“Ungh,” Kwon Siyul bit down on his bottom lip. His insides, like his entrance, were swollen, making even one finger feel tight. The finger forcefully parted the resistant inner flesh. One became two, and as the joints bent to probe deeper, a pale fluid trickled out of the twitching hole. The mixture of semen and bodily fluids was murky.

“Hnngh…”

Kwon Siyul covered his mouth with his forearm. As the flat fingers rubbed against his mucous membrane, his body automatically produced more slick fluid. Even as semen leaked out, his insides remained wet with his own fluids. His previously limp member began to show signs of life, perhaps indicating some form of recovery after sleep.

Each time the fingers withdrew and entered deep inside, there was an unmistakable squelching sound. As if there was no ill intent, as if meticulously working to remove semen that might have pooled in the folds, Woo Hyunse stirred his insides with his fingers. Sometimes he would press against the most sensitive spot, or twist his palm from facing the ceiling to the opposite direction, twisting the mucous membrane.

“Ah!”

If he didn’t get hard from this stimulation, he might as well be impotent. His member was now fully erect. Looking at his lower half, which was aroused again despite having released so much earlier, Kwon Siyul wondered if he, not Woo Hyunse, was the beast.

Kwon Siyul bit his forearm to get the other man’s attention. A blush spread across his previously pale cheeks. Fearing he might ejaculate the water he had just drunk if this continued, he grabbed Woo Hyunse’s wrist positioned between his widely spread legs.

“You said…you’d only…remove the semen.”

“I didn’t say I would ‘only’ remove the semen.”