Chapter 58: A Morning on the Sofa

We spent the hours together on the sofa, never once succumbing to sleep until the first hint of dawn.

Though the sofa we had so eagerly acquired was certainly spacious, it proved a touch too narrow for two adult men to recline in true comfort.

The bedroom, with its expansive bed, lay only a few steps away, yet we chose to remain nestled tightly within the confined space of the sofa, holding each other close.

When our eyes met, we would lean in for a kiss without a moment’s hesitation, neither of us waiting for the other. As our breaths grew short, we would pull back slightly, gaze into each other’s eyes, and share a quiet smile.

It was a profoundly peaceful interlude. All the torment and solitude that had come before seemed to vanish, as if they had been nothing more than a cruel deception.

“How did you manage while we couldn’t see each other?”

“Just… lived a normal life.”

“It wasn’t difficult at all?”

He pouted, a hint of disappointment coloring his expression. Then, he began to murmur a stream of complaints, claiming he’d felt as though he were going mad during our separation. Yet, for some reason, he looked utterly adorable as he did so.

“Honestly, it was incredibly hard.”

Following my bashful confession, I leaned in and kissed him first. He paused for only a fleeting moment before tilting his head, allowing our brief kiss to deepen, as if by natural progression.

He gently lowered me onto the sofa, then climbed atop me, his hand slipping beneath my loose clothing. His warm touch lingered over the left side of my chest, where my heart pounded, before timidly caressing the slightly prominent peak.

“Hnn.”

My toes curled involuntarily at the sudden, unexpected sensation. Though surprised, I was even more acutely aware of the warmth slowly beginning to simmer deep within my core.

“Do you… need time to prepare today, too?”

He asked, his voice strained as he clung to the last vestiges of his self-control. I wondered if he truly possessed the resolve to stop if I asked him to. With a soft chuckle, I whispered my reply: “I think today will be alright.”

The moment those words left my lips, his hand, which had been idly caressing my modest chest, descended further. It brushed past my sensitive flank, then slipped beneath my sweatpants, gently enclosing the swollen mound between my legs.

“Hnnngh.”

I was already teetering on the precipice of my limit, and the mere touch of his hand sent me over, causing me to release. He withdrew his slick, glistening hand, observing my precum with a look of genuine curiosity.

“Whew, I’ll grab some tissues.”

I attempted to find something to clean his hand, but he wouldn’t budge, thwarting my efforts. Left with no other option, I tried to use my clothes, but he simply raised his hand higher, evading my reach.

“There’s no need to wipe it.”

The words barely left his lips before he swiftly pulled off my pants. My underwear, which had been precariously clinging to my mid-thighs, then dropped to the floor with a soft thud.

“It’s a shame, but this is all we have for now.”

He murmured the words to himself, then inserted his hand even deeper than before. His slick, wet fingers gently tapped against the tightly sealed entrance.

Only then did the realization dawn on me: he intended to use my own precum, still glistening on his fingers, as a lubricant.

“Just relax.”

The words were simple enough, yet my body, rigid with tension, refused to yield easily. Furthermore, as this was my first experience, I had no notion of how to relax as he instructed.

“You need to breathe.”

He gently patted my rigid back with his other hand. As I released the breath I had been holding, just as he’d instructed, the tension in my body gradually began to dissipate.

Seizing the opportunity, he traced each fold with his finger, spreading the slick precum before pushing his digit deep inside. The foreign sensation, utterly new to me, was intensely uncomfortable.

‘If a single finger feels like this, how could I possibly take all of *that*?’

I slowly opened my tightly shut eyes and glanced down. Unlike me, who lay completely exposed between my legs, he remained dressed, though the outline visible through his pants was as distinct as ever.

At a mere glance, it appeared as thick as a man’s forearm; if he attempted to force that into my narrow opening, I felt certain I would break. Yet, I had no desire to halt our intimate encounter, so I resolved to find a compromise.

“What if… I did it instead?”

“Did what?”

“I think it would be better if… I were the one to insert it. You’re… you’re just too big. If you were to put something like that in, I might actually die.”

Stunned by my unforeseen suggestion, he widened his eyes considerably. In that brief window, I moved with swift precision. First, I carefully withdrew his finger from within me, then swiftly shifted positions, climbing atop him.

He retreated docilely, seemingly content to observe my next move. A fleeting annoyance pricked at me, seeing him appear so utterly accustomed to this, a stark contrast to my own continuous state of bewilderment. However, the feeling quickly subsided.

‘First, I need to get his clothes off.’

Unlike me, clad in comfortable, elastic-waisted loungewear, he was wearing jeans, which proved far more challenging to remove. As I unbuckled them and pulled down the zipper, a pair of dark briefs, already slick and damp, came into view.

Swallowing a dry gulp at the now even more pronounced bulge, I carefully eased his pants down. He even obligingly lifted his legs, making the task simpler for me.

Next came his underwear… I found myself wondering how to proceed. Perhaps my fumbling hesitation proved too much for him, as he impatiently pulled down his own briefs in one swift motion.

‘…Insane.’

Though I had anticipated its size, seeing it firsthand with my own eyes was a revelation; his member was truly immense. It appeared at least three times longer and thicker than my own. Undoubtedly, my decision to be the one to penetrate him was the correct one.

‘I refuse to die during s*x.’

While I lacked practical experience, I wasn’t entirely devoid of theoretical knowledge. I had a general understanding of how men engaged in such acts, so I resolved to recall what I knew and move cautiously.

“Senior, may I ask a small favor?”

“Hmm?”

“It’s a little embarrassing for only me to be exposed…”

His cheeks flushed with a shy blush as he gently clasped my wrist. Though I was unsure of his intention, I followed his unspoken lead. By the time a sense of unease began to stir within me, my buttocks were already pressed against his face.

“What in the…?”

“This way, it’ll be easier for us to go down on each other.”

My face burned fiercely at his unvarnished words. I attempted to pull away from him, yet my body froze, utterly unable to move, as he took my vulnerable, exposed member into his mouth in one swift motion.

“Ugh.”

The sensation, utterly unprecedented in my life, left me reeling, unable to gather my thoughts. He gently stroked my trembling head, then guided my face towards his fully erect member.

I cautiously grasped the intimidatingly bobbing shaft, attempting to take it into my mouth as he had done. Yet, even just the glans alone filled my mouth completely, proving overwhelming.

“What are you… H-hick.”

I was about to protest that I couldn’t possibly do it, when he suddenly released my member and buried his face between my widely splayed buttocks. His moist tongue traced the quivering folds before delving deep into my gasping opening.

I desperately wanted to tell him to stop, to call it dirty, but only embarrassing moans managed to escape my lips. In that vulnerable moment, my hips, which had been trying to resist, finally gave way, bringing my face into contact with his member, which was now freely dripping precum.

My vision repeatedly blurred and cleared, overwhelmed by the continuous caresses that seemed to melt every inch of my body. Once he confirmed that my lower regions were thoroughly prepared, he sat up, then carefully eased my collapsed form onto the bed.

Positioning himself between my widely splayed legs, he aligned his already engorged member with my entrance. Then, he began to slowly, cautiously, press inward.

“Ugh.”

“Shhh, it’s alright.”

Despite being thoroughly prepared, my passage still felt incredibly tight, almost too constricted to accommodate him. He gently patted my pale, pain-stricken face, his hands moving over various parts of my body, urging me to relax.

“I… I can’t do this… *hiccup*.”

“It’s almost all the way in.”

Trusting his words, I attempted to glance down, but he gently covered my eyes with his hand. It was then that I realized he was lying, and I narrowed my gaze, glaring fiercely at him.

“I won’t push any further. I’ll just stay like this.”

I nodded, finding the offer not unappealing. In response, he kissed my sweat-dampened forehead and whispered, “I love you.” My heart pounded at his candid confession.

I yearned to tell him the same, to express how deeply I loved him. Yet, in that moment, my lips merely parted foolishly, unable to utter a single word.

Fortunately, he seemed to sense my unspoken feelings. He smiled tenderly, pressing soft kisses across my face. Each brush of his lips sent a flush of warmth through me.

“I’m going to move.”

Just as I felt the tightness in my core begin to ease, he started to move his hips, slowly at first. Each time his fullness brushed against my membranes as he withdrew and then pressed back in, a soft moan escaped my lips.

The pain persisted, yet, strangely, a growing heat began to ignite within me. Clinging to him, I found myself instinctively arching my hips, responding to a sensation that was no longer entirely unwelcome.

“Ha, seriously. This is driving me insane.”

Noticing the change in me, a shift even I hadn’t fully recognized, he ground his teeth. Then, grasping my pelvis, he slowly withdrew his member, only to thrust it back in with a single, decisive motion.

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