Chapter 107

"Han Tae-un, don't...!"

As soon as he tried to sit up in surprise, the strength left his waist. The ten toes hanging in the air curled inward tightly. Tae-un stuck out his tongue and pushed it into the tightened crevice between the wrinkles.

"Heuk, ugh, ah."

Perhaps the feeling of being licked was unfamiliar, as Soram's buttocks twitched. The dimples on his buttocks trembled.

"Ah, Han Tae-un, heu..."

The hand that had been gripping his hair while scolding him moved like a robot, breaking off abruptly. When he pressed his teeth firmly, the surprised waist jumped up. Around the time the tightened crevice had softened a bit, a sobbing voice was heard, asking why he was doing such a thing.

"You can't call me a psycho, really, heu."

Listening to that voice, the hands gripping his thighs pressed the skin a bit more heavily. Just by letting out a little bit of his desire for Soram, his penis had become completely stiff.

'...This is why I tried not to do it.'

It had been over half a month since they had last met. Moreover, just when he was conceited enough to think they had become somewhat close, he had slipped away like mist, not leaving a single grain of powder in his palm. Tae-un was just as impatient as Soram. 

However, unlike Soram, his reason was only desire. Right now, he wanted to hug him so tightly that it would suffocate him and crumple him up.

Tae-un took his mouth off and tried pushing his finger into the wet entrance.

"Heuk."

The entrance that had been caressed for a long time was at least somewhat loosened. The inside was hot and soft, but it was clenched shut.

"Ha..."

The more he touched Soram, the more the reason he had been trying to maintain was cut off strand by strand. His mind urgently sought the sensation of entering the white body and the reaction of the other person when he inserted it. The thirst that had accumulated over the time he had been staring at the pitch-black room next to the dormitory rose rapidly.

"The inside hasn't opened up. I'll go slowly."

For now, I think I need to confirm that you in front of my eyes are Jin Soram.

"It seems loosened enough, so just do it quickly..."

Seeing you say such things, it seems you are indeed Jin Soram. Tae-un clenched his teeth tightly.

The tip of the glans dug into the inside. From the beginning, it squeezed the end tightly, but eventually, it had no choice but to open up a gap. Without a condom, flesh rubbed directly against flesh.

"Heuk, ugh..., ah, haa."

After a few jolts of his body, the hole opened wide and swallowed the glans. He was worried, but Soram's face didn't contort too much.

"Soram-ah, does it hurt?"

"No..., it hurts, heu, just enough to, ah, feel good. I think, haa, my condition is good today, even if my luck isn't..."

"Hoo, that's a relief."

"Ah...!"

Indeed, Soram seemed to be in less pain than usual. His nipples, which had become lighter in color than before, and his penis were standing upright without wilting. Tae-un leaned over and bit his lips on the nape of his neck. The skin should have had no taste, but it was like a sweet drink poured on an empty stomach.

"Heuk."

He moved his hips slowly while biting the nape of his neck. For now, he stopped the insertion without going deeper. The glans moved back and forth in a small range inside. With the large thing caught at the entrance, when Tae-un pulled his body back, the spread wrinkles bulged out, and when he thrust it in, they clenched again.

"Ha... ah, heuk."

"It's stiff, but still, sensitive."

"Heu!"

"You feel it well."

Feeling the blunt stimulation, Soram threw his head back. His brown hair spread out on the white hotel sheets. Below that, his heated neckline continued smoothly.

The stiff interior squeezed his penis to the point of pain. However, instead of being able to move easily, the movement of the inner walls holding and wriggling his penis was felt more clearly. Soram, who was trying hard to hold back his moans and pretend to be fine, probably didn't know how much his insides were panting.

"Inside, ugh, more..."

Tae-un pushed his hips in a little more. Soram moaned and gripped the rustling blanket.

"Do more. Haa, it's weird if you only do the front like that... Rather, just mess it up. Like you used to. More."

For Soram, sex where pressure, pleasure, and a bit of pain coexisted by being pushed rather than something gentle was familiar.

He reached out his arms and hugged Tae-un's back, pulling him closer. And he moved his buttocks, which were biting his penis, on his own. The moment Soram wrapped his thighs around his waist, Tae-un clenched his jaw with veins popping.

"Tell me if it hurts."

That damn 'tell me if it hurts' would be engraved in his ears. Even with his flushed face, Soram made an expression with that meaning.

"You know by now. Even if it hurts, I like it. Han Tae-un-ssi too, haa. You like it when I come while crying."

The two hands gripping his buttocks tightened firmly. It seemed like he had unconsciously suppressed it before the excitement burst out, but on the contrary, Soram had to moan as the crevice stretched taut and the hole was pulled.

"Heuk...!"

Tae-un's penis inside him swelled. Even with his mouth tightly closed, it was felt that he had been hit in the right spot and had become even more excited.

Gazes mixed with desire were exchanged. When their eyes met like this, with all other emotions excluded, it felt like they had become a completely different relationship than the one they knew. Soram raised his trembling lips.

"That's enough. Haa, your eyes have rolled back."

"It's because of you."

"Then do it harder, ah...!"

Pook, that sound was heard near Soram's ear. Just like that sound, the inside was deeply pierced.

"Hauk, ah... ugh, heu, ah, aah..."

The crying sound Tae-un knew began to form beyond Soram's neck.

The deeper he went up and down, the more the inside gradually accepted his penis. The body of a 1st-grade hunter not only had good recovery power but also had outstanding learning ability to not forget what it had learned once. The body quickly remembered that what would come after this was not just pain.

"Jin Soram, you, haa, never say that anywhere else."

Before Soram could ask what he shouldn't say, his mouth was completely covered so that he couldn't even utter a word. The heavy weight of the large upper body pressing down on Soram came down. The tongue moved as if enveloping every corner of his mouth. On the other hand, the penis pushed up the intestines as if it were being hammered into the inside. This was the way Soram knew Tae-un.

Tae-un's penis, which had about a span left, was reduced from half a span to about two finger widths. Soram mixed an absurd sigh into his moans. The inside of his buttocks was spread without any gaps, and his intestines were so full that it felt like his lower abdomen would have a seizure, but his buttocks still hadn't completely touched his thighs.

"Haa, ah."

Every time Tae-un's body approached, his legs spread wider. A straight line of muscles was drawn taut deep inside his thighs. The spot rubbed against Tae-un's pants was slightly reddened.

"Heu, mmm, more, ah, it's hot inside, haa."

A fluid, whether it was Tae-un's or Soram's, flowed out and wet the place that had been rubbed dozens of times. When the surface of the penis and the inner wall were tightly interlocked and rubbed, a sticky sensation different from gel followed.

When the area near the prostate was pressed against the bulging veins of the penis, Soram bit his teeth and moaned through the gaps. The thrusting gained even more speed, and the intensity of penetrating the inside increased. The sex became more and more intense as their breaths grew hotter.

After penetrating Soram's inside for a while, Tae-un brushed his sweat-soaked bangs and stopped his movements for a moment. Before he could even wonder, his calves were grabbed and pulled down with a jerk.

"What, heek!"

A slapping sound came from between his thighs and buttocks. As much as his thighs were pressed down, the flesh of his buttocks rolled up.

Tae-un placed Soram's buttocks on the edge of the bed and stood on the floor, moving his hips. Aha... It was only then that he thought of the bed that he couldn't secretly replace with his own money.

Fuck, being a 1st-grade, it's hard to even have sex once. He didn't know if he had that thought only in his mind or if he had blurted it out while being shaken.

Once everything is resolved, let's go out to a quiet detached house and find a place to live.

Ah, judging by the answer he heard, it seemed he had unknowingly let it out of his mouth.

"Yeah, heu, that would, be better."

"Haa, ...what?"

"Finding a place to live... ah!"

"Intuition?"

"No, heu, just now, you, ah."

"I, what."

Kik, kik.

The conversation filled with breathing sounds was abruptly cut off by an ominous sound. The bed made a strained sound from the screws even as Tae-un pushed Soram from outside the bed. Tae-un gritted his teeth with an annoyed expression.

"―, being a 1st-grade, even having sex once is..."

Huh?

Before he could even tilt his head at the sense of deja vu those words gave, Soram had to cry out in surprise. Tae-un swiftly pulled Soram's back and hugged him. And he threw the blanket on the bed to the floor. He laid Soram down on it and knelt, pulling Soram's buttocks close.

"The floor, won't collapse."

The penis, which had come out leaving only the glans due to the movement, was thrust into the inside with a thud.

"Ah!"

Tae-un, who had bent his waist, penetrated the inside so hard that his waist felt sore. In an instant, the root of his penis completely entered Soram's inside. Soram's thighs trembled as if having a seizure as he held his breath. Soram's waist swayed, half resting on Tae-un's thighs and half hanging in the air.

The impact delivered to each of their bodies soon turned into exhilaration. Exchanging rough breaths, their bodies rocked intensely. The thoughts they had been having had all evaporated at some point.

It was the same for Tae-un.

"Haa..., ha, ugh, hoo...! Haa."

"Ah, haat! Heu, Han Tae, un, haa, ah, ah...!"

The flames that had subsided for a moment spread even larger as if they had met a dry grass field. Now there was nothing to be mindful of, and their genitals were tightly interlocked. The two on the floor, who had already been excited to the fullest on the bed, simply moved instinctively.

The genitals of the two men wriggled. Tae-un's penis was inside Soram, and Soram's penis was in Tae-un's grip. The hot palm temperature also heightened the sensation of the penis. Tears formed by the excited breaths and pleasure flowed down. It was an expression that couldn't be seen from Soram, who always hid his inner self, if not now.

Tae-un felt a drug-like euphoria at the fact that he was the only one who had driven the usually leisurely Jin Soram like this.

With a smacking sound, every time he thrust in, all the muscles between the shoulders and buttocks wriggled. Soram, who had been making crying sounds with his mouth open, began to heave his chest intermittently.

"I, think, I'm going to, heu, come. Heuk."

White liquid spurted out first from Soram's penis, which had tightened his buttocks in time with being pounded.