Chapter 45: A Love That Couldn’t Erase the Past

Doyoon’s hips drew back.

At last, overwhelmed by the approaching climax, he was just about to pull out his flushed, dark-red erection.

After twitching helplessly several times, Haesoo reached out and grabbed Doyoon desperately, like someone clinging to another just to survive.

It seemed to be a habit of his.

With both his arms and legs wrapped around Doyoon, their chests pressed tightly together.

Even amid everything else, Doyoon could feel Haesoo’s heart pounding violently.

As they became closer than they already were, connected more intimately than ever, he could hear Haesoo’s faint, ragged breathing beside his ear.

Those uneven, fragile breaths stirred something deep within Doyoon.

He wanted to take the incoherent words Haesoo kept murmuring hostage and finish inside him.

“Ha… haa…”

“Ngh…!”

At the very end, the flesh buried deep inside Haesoo suddenly lost all sensation.

The throat that had been releasing uneven breaths closed on its own, and his waist froze as though time itself had stopped.

A pulse ran through the tip of his cock before semen burst free.

Unable to pull out in time, every drop spilled inside Haesoo.

The thick warmth splashed softly against their skin.

The liquid that Haesoo’s body accepted without resistance slowly overflowed from the small opening, dividing into several streams as it trickled down.

The sensation of something striking his inner walls and filling him from within was unfamiliar.

Holding Haesoo tightly, Doyoon tilted his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the lingering pleasure of his climax.

A shallow sigh escaped his lips.

Haesoo stared blankly at him.

His strong neck stretched upward.

Thin trails of sweat rolled down before dripping onto Haesoo’s shoulder.

“Hng… mm…”

“Hah… haa… ngh…”

The explosive release continued filling Haesoo’s stomach, leaving behind a strange ticklish sensation.

It was warm.

Strange.

He found himself irrationally afraid that the sloshing feeling inside him might somehow rise all the way to his throat.

He knew it was impossible.

But immediately after s*x, his thoughts had become impulsive and impossible to control.

He remembered that semen tasted awful.

He didn’t want to taste it again.

If it reached his throat and spilled onto his tongue, he would.

Even while struggling to catch his breath, he braced one arm against the bed and pushed himself upright.

As Haesoo moved, the thick shaft that had remained lodged deep inside his soaked body slowly slipped free.

The moment it left, the translucent fluid that had been trapped inside began to flow out.

Doyoon’s cock lightly brushed against Haesoo’s thighs as it emerged.

“Doyoon… it’s all wet.”

“I want to wipe it off.”

Still covering Haesoo completely, Doyoon’s sturdy shoulders trembled as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to wash over him.

His cock twitched once more, squeezing out the last remaining drops before scattering them across Haesoo’s stomach.

Haesoo had thought everything had already come out.

There was still more left.

Do big men always produce this much?

Even in the middle of everything, that random thought crossed his mind.

His entire body looked as though a storm had swept through it.

That wasn’t entirely wrong.

Yet the very person responsible gently brushed the hair beside Haesoo’s face back with surprising tenderness.

“Did it hurt a lot?”

“I’m cold…”

Haesoo hunched his shoulders as a chill spread through him after climax.

Shivering, he reached around aimlessly in search of the blanket.

Watching his clumsy movements, Doyoon let out a quiet laugh.

Haesoo stared blankly at the blanket lying on the floor for a long moment before finally turning back to look at Doyoon.

“Do you want me to hold you?”

“…No.”

“Just give me the blanket.”

His dazed expression, even while lying there completely exhausted, looked unbelievably endearing.

The lingering pleasure still softened every feature of his face.

His dazed expression, even while lying there completely exhausted, looked unbelievably endearing.

The lingering pleasure still softened every feature of his face.

Unaware of the expression he was wearing, Haesoo gently rubbed his stomach.

Doyoon’s release mixed together with his own beneath his small hand.

He slowly spread the mixture across his abdomen.

The once pale, spotless skin gradually became smeared.

Watching him, Doyoon smiled, though the smile was tinged with pain.

Is he doing this on purpose?

Just to tempt me?

He knew that couldn’t be the case.

Even so, the sight was unbearably seductive.

A shiver ran through his entire body.

His fingertips tingled until he could no longer endure it.

That overwhelming tremor made his erection stir once more, as though urging him to take Haesoo again.

Doyoon effortlessly lifted Haesoo into his arms and settled him on top of his thigh.

Haesoo struggled for only a moment.

Once he realized how firmly Doyoon was holding him, he quickly relaxed.

Still cradling him, Doyoon carefully adjusted his posture, making sure the legs that had been spread for so long wouldn’t become numb.

“…Doyoon?”

Haesoo, who had done nothing but blink blankly until then, slowly came back to himself as he realized what Doyoon intended to do.

Doyoon rubbed his newly hardened cock against Haesoo’s backside.

The part of him that had only just been inside slipped back through the narrow entrance with ease, opening it once again.

A second wave of pleasure crashed over Haesoo.

His toes curled tightly.

A sharp shiver raced through his spine.

“Ah…!”

“W-wait… ah…!”

Even after climaxing, Doyoon’s erection hadn’t softened.

It relentlessly pushed deeper, grinding against Haesoo’s inner walls.

Getting hard a second time wasn’t difficult whenever it was Haesoo.

Again and again, he thrust into the narrow, burning warmth surrounding him.

“Hah… ngh… pull it out… mm!”

“Ha… Haesoo… ngh!”

Haesoo’s trembling body twisted desperately as he tried to pull away.

But he couldn’t escape the firm hands and strong arms holding him in place.

Every rise and fall of his body came entirely from Doyoon’s relentless thrusts.

Only his head remained free enough to tilt backward.

Unable to move anything else, Haesoo shook it frantically.

The strength kept draining from his limbs.

If he went completely limp, Doyoon would only go even deeper.

It felt as though he would break.

Yet he couldn’t gather enough strength to resist.

All he could do was endure each forceful thrust and cry out helplessly.

“Ngh… mm… it feels… ah!”

“You like it?”

“I wanted to ask you earlier.”

“Haesoo… do you really like it?”

“No…”

“N-no…!”

“Ah…!”

What if this feeling never ends?

Wouldn’t I really become an idiot then?

Whenever someone entered him, filled him, and drove relentlessly into him, it became impossible to think about anything else.

He had forgotten just how overwhelming it could be.

Doyoon’s size allowed him to reach every place inside, no matter how desperately Haesoo writhed.

The relentless pleasure stripped away every coherent thought.

Nothing remained in his mind.

Everything that had once seemed important dissolved into scattered fragments.

Whenever meaningless thoughts tried to take their place, another deep thrust shattered them apart before they could fully form.

Doyoon never gave him the chance to calm down.

Was that what Doyoon wanted?

If his goal had been to empty Haesoo’s mind…

…he was pouring far too much of himself into it.

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