Chapter 169

He approached again and pressed his lips against Tae-un's. This time, their mouths opened and the contact deepened. Tae-un knew that Soram's words meant more intimate physical contact than what they had done in the dormitory.

"Jin Soram..."

Soram preemptively blocked Tae-un's words. His chest was pushed, and his back fell onto the bed with a thud. Soram lay on top of Tae-un, not separating their lips. Wrinkles formed on the gray blanket unsuitable for the season, centered where the two lay.

As Tae-un continued kissing, something cold dropped onto his cheeks. The brown eyelashes were wet; he was crying again. Tae-un tried to raise his body. But Soram was quicker to wrap his arms around his neck.

"It's the last time, right? You said it's the end. Is that really what you want to say at this moment?"

"..."

"Don't you want to go this far with me?"

"Of course not."

It was rather the opposite. How many times had the urge come during the past two years? But even when desperately desiring it, he had to give up with a sense of guilt. Lust, possessiveness. Was it okay to be that greedy towards Soram, who had been caught up in his emotions inadvertently?

"Are you really okay with this? If you're just going along with me..."

"Hey. This is really ridiculous. Why are you worrying about that between kissing and rubbing bodies?"

And then Soram laughed.

"From now on, you should definitely meet someone more proactive. If it's not someone who makes the first move, you won't even be able to progress."

"...Forget it. That kind of person doesn't suit me. I'm the guy who held back for two years even when the person I like said it's okay to do more than kissing and rubbing bodies."

In truth, it was because he believed they could resolve the 3rd Great Rift. He wanted to give Soram hope to live on, and get real consent after he had room to look back at himself.

He had dreamed such a vain dream.

"Han Tae-un, if you ever meet someone like that again, don't hold back, don't hesitate, just greedily take everything."

"How can I do that when I don't even know if that person likes me or not?"

"No. I'll guarantee it."

His fingertips brushed down Tae-un's hair, forehead, and stopped at the corner of his eye.

"There's no way not to love you while being loved by someone like you."

Soram smiled a white smile on his wet face.

"Of course, the same goes for me too."

At this moment, Tae-un felt a chilling thrill along with a surge of resentment.

I knew you loved me, so why is this moment the last?

He hadn't wished for movie-like passion. Couldn't it have been just a little more peaceful scene?

Perhaps interpreting Tae-un's silence in some way, Soram pulled his wrist to the messy shirt and tie.

"The clothes you've only put on me until now, try taking them off."

These were the clothes Tae-un had naturally managed at some point for the genius hunter who had not a speck of talent for housework. The tie caught in his hand was familiar too.

The blue-gray tie slipped out from the shirt collar. As he opened the buttons one by one from the top, emotions welled up again. Due to the strength in his hands, buttons flew in all directions, and scarred bare skin appeared.

"Wow, how forceful."

Even in this situation, a playful laugh was heard. Soram pulled down the shirt with its front open by himself. And to prevent Tae-un from escaping, he brought both hands directly to the belt and fastener.

"Now here."

"You. Aren't you being too aggressive?"

"This seems to be the right pace for us. I guess I'm the type whose body follows completely once my heart is in it."

Soram handed his lower garments to Tae-un and reached for Tae-un's upper clothes. Just as Tae-un had done earlier, he loosened the tie and slowly pulled the shirt open on both sides. Tae-un's chest was also exposed before Soram.

Tae-un raised his body that had been lying down and sat up. Then he pulled the belt of Soram sitting on top of him and opened the front of his pants. Soram lifted his hips. As if to make it easy to take off.

The pants and underwear passed over his buttocks together.

The moment the base of his genitals was revealed, Tae-un abruptly stopped his actions. He tried pulling down the clothes that had slightly risen in the meantime. The sight he thought might have been an illusion remained the same. Soram was white. Between his legs was only a pale-colored organ without a single pubic hair.

"Umm, it's a bit embarrassing...... You hurry and take yours off too."

Soram, squirming his legs, seemed completely unaware of the issue. Tae-un's face burned as if it might explode with Soram's naked body in front of him. It was much more obscene than he had vaguely imagined. When the pink color at the tip of the genitals additionally caught his eye, all sorts of lewd thoughts came to him, and his thighs instantly became sore.

"I'll... do it in a bit."

While Soram's genitals weren't that excited yet, his own was surely standing erect. Tae-un only put his open upper garment on the floor.

On the white body, the chest that had sometimes felt bumpy through clothes was visible. Tae-un covered it with his palm. And he pinched the small protrusion with his hand.

"Mmm..."

Soram's shoulders and waist twisted slightly. And the color of his nipples quickly deepened. As if seeing a very sour fruit, thirst rolled in his mouth.

"Can I suck it with my mouth?"

At that, Soram rolled his wide-open eyes and bit the corner of his lip.

"Don't ask, just do whatever you want..."

He immediately brought his lips to the chest. After rolling the nipple with his tongue a few times, it quickly hardened like a small bead. Soram's body squirmed more than when touched by hand.

His hands and feet moved smoothly. Encouraged by the permission, Tae-un caressed the waist, and below that, the pelvis and buttocks. The skin was much softer than it looked. He touched Soram's body a bit more, avoiding the scars engraved here and there. And when he reached the inside of the thighs, he found the genitals that had become a bit more excited by now.

"Heuk..."

As he brushed over it, Soram let out a moan and hunched his shoulders. It felt a bit precarious with Soram, whose stamina had dropped a lot, sitting on top of him and twitching his body.

"...I think it would be better if you lay down."

"Might as well."

Soram obediently lay down on the bed. Looking down at the white body lying defenseless on the bed, blood rushed to his head even more.

"Han Tae-un, are you just going to stare?"

"Ah, no. Ahem, I'll do more."

His voice trembled properly. Soram openly laughed. Even though it was the first time for both of them... The sulky feeling made him cover Soram's lips. His mental age, which he thought had become a bit more mature in Seoul, returned to when he first met Soram upon returning to this space.

While kissing, he caressed Soram's body again. The feeling was worlds apart from touching over clothes. He could feel so well in his palm every time Soram twitched his body, perhaps ticklish.

"...Han Tae-un, you can touch more inside."

Soram opened his knees a little more to the sides. Tae-un's hand moved towards the perineum behind the genitals between the spread thighs. And his fingertips felt a small crevice.

"Eut... yeah. That's where you do it."

"I, know, too."

"..."

Soram smiled a smile similar to the one he had made earlier and raised his eyebrows. As Tae-un's fingers fumbled downwards, his legs opened a bit more to the sides. The part that had been hidden was revealed before his eyes. The crevice he had felt with his hand also showed its appearance behind the perineum.

When he slightly pushed open the wrinkles, the surroundings twitched. As he rubbed over it, Tae-un undid his pants and took out his genitals. He was still more excited than Soram, who had been touched all over while naked. At the same time, he became serious.

"...It doesn't seem like it will go in at all."

"No. It's a place that opens up anyway. They said if you loosen it a bit with your fingers......"

Soram, who had raised his head to look at the open space between Tae-un's fastener, lost his words for a moment.

"Why?"

"What?"

"I thought it would be small there since I took all of you."

Soram laughed dejectedly. Making an "umm" sound while scratching his head, he soon wrapped his arms around Tae-un's neck and pulled him close. Then he narrowed his eyes.

"Right. When you progress, I had to just pull you no matter what. It doesn't mean I don't want to do it. Give me your hand."

"Why?"

When Tae-un placed his hand on top, Soram pulled it without hesitation and put his fingers in his mouth. The fingers were enveloped in something moist and warm. His tongue licked each finger inside his mouth.

The sound that was like a puppy lapping soon intensified. His groin became very sore. Watching Soram lick his fingers, he struggled to suppress the urge to masturbate. He would surely show an unsightly appearance of ejaculating after just a few times.

Soon Soram took the fingers out of his mouth and smiled.

"I know you're embarrassed, so stop turning red."

"You're bright red too."

"I think I'll be better than you no matter what."

Soram tapped the hand wet with saliva.

"Loosen it up. Even if I have to just pull you, I can't tell you to put it in right away."

It meant to insert the wet fingers into the tightly closed inside. Not wanting to show a hesitant appearance anymore, Tae-un pretended to be nonchalant and brought his hand to the tightened wrinkles. When he pressed the crevice in the middle, the wrinkles puckered like a rabbit's mouth. Despite his resolve to stay calm, his breathing became rough.

The place that seemed like it wouldn't open parted in the middle, nibbling at his fingertip as he pushed it in. The first joint of his finger passed through the entrance. The inside was much hotter than Soram's skin.

"Uh, yeah..."

Soram let out a moan. The finger went in a little more along the tightened inside. As he moved his finger back and forth to go in deeper, short moans came out in succession. Afraid his other hand might go to his own genitals if left alone, he sent it to Soram's body, to the nipple that seemed to have become redder than before.

"Heut, uh, heuut."

Soram's shoulders rose. His spread thighs also rustled on the bed, and above all, his genitals were fully erect with the tip wet.

"I've been feeling this since earlier... you seem quite sensitive to being touched."

"Who, for two years just kissing, and only rubbing bodies, heuu, I guess I've become pent up."

Tae-un lowered his waist and took the white nape in his mouth. And he rubbed a second finger against the wrinkles.