Chapter 48: A Reckless Encounter

“Fumbling with it? I simply touched it because the sensation was novel. You always handle people as you please, after all.”

“I wasn’t blaming you. It’s just…”

Han Do-hoon moved the hand that had been halfway unbuttoning his shirt to grasp Sa-yoon’s arms. He then guided them back to his firm lower abdomen. A warmth radiated beneath his still taut, smooth stomach.

Han Do-hoon led Sa-yoon’s hands even lower. Unlike before, Sa-yoon bit his lip at the high body temperature and rigid form he encountered.

“Because it ended up like this.”

“Isn’t this a sickness? Just from touching your lower abdomen…”

‘He’s not even a teenager. Does it make sense for him to get hard from just this much stimulation?’ Moreover, as Sa-yoon’s hand lingered, its form gradually swelled.

When he lowered his underwear, a hard erection swayed before his eyes. Han Do-hoon held Sa-yoon’s hand, gripping his own member with it.

“It feels better than I expected, with you touching me, Sa-yoon.”

Disgusted by his words, Sa-yoon tightened his grip.

“I might just make it burst.”

“That would be quite problematic. You said we wouldn’t question what happens during our encounters, so I couldn’t even complain…”

Han Do-hoon placed his own hand over Sa-yoon’s, then sat up and pulled out Sa-yoon’s as well. Sa-yoon’s member was also half-erect, lifting its head.

They held both erections, moving them gently up and down. Their breaths gradually grew ragged.

“Hmph…”

At the smooth, reciprocating motion, Han Do-hoon furrowed his brow. Sa-yoon scrutinized his face. With their encounters always a frantic, intense entanglement, this was the first time he had truly observed Han Do-hoon like this.

The corners of Han Do-hoon’s eyes, usually loose, were now curved. While he tended to be expressionless, his satisfaction was undeniably evident.

Licking Sa-yoon’s nipples, which were now stiff and erect, Han Do-hoon moved their hands faster. Their fiery members rubbed against each other, slick with the precum that had emerged from their glans.

He felt on the verge of climax. Sa-yoon squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face. Just as hot hands gripped his member, driving hard toward the finish, Han Do-hoon lifted Sa-yoon.

Before Sa-yoon could gasp, his body spun around. He found himself in a position where Han Do-hoon’s member was before his face as Han Do-hoon lay prone, and Han Do-hoon’s member was before Sa-yoon’s.

“You don’t have to do anything.”

Han Do-hoon bit down on Sa-yoon’s without hesitation.

Sa-yoon’s hips trembled from the pleasure surging from below as he stared at Han Do-hoon’s ferocious member. He couldn’t bring himself to bite it, instead gripping it with both hands and stroking it. Seeing the bulging veins, he was struck anew by the thought that this had been inside him.

Han Do-hoon, having swallowed Sa-yoon’s member to the root, spread Sa-yoon’s legs and rubbed his perineum. His fingers toyed with the opening further down, twisting them provocatively.

“Ugh…”

His body, which had almost climaxed once, quickly flared up again. Sa-yoon trembled with arousal, then bravely brought his tongue to Han Do-hoon’s member. Han Do-hoon’s body, which had been teasing Sa-yoon, stiffened.

Han Do-hoon, who had been sucking on Sa-yoon’s, released him. There was no hint of displeasure. Sa-yoon bravely opened his mouth, taking Han Do-hoon’s member inside and swallowing it deeper.

“Damn it.”

Uttering a curse, Han Do-hoon pressed down on Sa-yoon’s legs and thrust his finger into the opened hole. Sa-yoon’s already slick lower region yielded deeply without resistance.

“Hmph… Oh…”

With Han Do-hoon’s member still in his mouth, Sa-yoon moaned indistinctly. Though he was suffocating, the thought of pulling away didn’t cross his mind. He had never known this, always tumbling wildly with Han Do-hoon.

This responsive Han Do-hoon, reacting to his every touch, was both unfamiliar and exhilarating. Tears welled in Sa-yoon’s eyes as Han Do-hoon’s member swelled in his mouth, yet he lifted his head, determined to take it all.

He felt a greedy urge to torment Han Do-hoon a little longer, to make him climax. As he opened his throat, Han Do-hoon pulled him away.

“Cough, cough.”

Han Do-hoon chuckled, wiping the tears from Sa-yoon’s eyes. He smiled brightly, showing his teeth, and kissed Sa-yoon’s cheek.

“I feel much better.”

“So, you were in a bad mood at first, weren’t you?”

“A little, yes.”

Though he had claimed to be fine, Han Do-hoon had been in a foul mood when he first sought out Sa-yoon. Sa-yoon had wondered if it was just his imagination because Han Do-hoon acted so nonchalantly, but it seemed it was true.

Han Do-hoon laid Sa-yoon down, pulling him into a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together. Han Do-hoon loved being close to Sa-yoon. To satisfy his desires, he could have simply thrust and moved, but he always preferred to press his entire body against Sa-yoon until he felt him melt, savoring the sensation.

Sa-yoon gasped as Han Do-hoon’s member slowly slid inside. It felt even more brutally massive than usual. He squeezed his eyes shut in regret, wondering if he had foolishly gotten carried away by the mood and taken it into his mouth, then clung to Han Do-hoon.

The slow, deliberate invasion, as if feeling every crease, was agonizing, making Sa-yoon’s hips writhe. He wished Han Do-hoon would just thrust wildly and quickly to the desired depth. His insides throbbed, having been tormented at the entrance without climaxing earlier.

“Hmph…”

Han Do-hoon stroked Sa-yoon’s back at his twitching movements. ‘Just thrust harder instead of stroking!’ Sa-yoon bit his lip and endured.

“Your insides are twitching.”

“Damn it… you, knowing… ugh.”

The slow movements were more tormenting. He didn’t want to climax alone, thrashing about. To urge the damned Han Do-hoon on, Sa-yoon hugged his back and caressed him. He stroked his defined back muscles and traced his spine.

As Sa-yoon wrapped his legs around Han Do-hoon’s waist, pressing him, Han Do-hoon’s eyes turned fierce. Han Do-hoon placed a hand on Sa-yoon’s head, fixing it in place, then firmly wrapped Sa-yoon’s legs around his waist, lifting his lower body into the air.

“Breathe.”

With the warning, the long-desired impact enveloped Sa-yoon. His member penetrated to the deepest parts, which had not yet opened. Sa-yoon cried out wildly from the hot body temperature and the pleasure of his insides stretching.

“Good… Hah… Han, Do-hoon…”

Groans escaped him involuntarily. Words he would never normally utter spilled from his lips. Han Do-hoon, his head buried in Sa-yoon’s neck, also let out ragged breaths. His glans pulled out as if to tear free, then plunged back in as if to pierce his lower abdomen.

The squelching sounds and their combined cries filled the room. Sa-yoon’s head slammed against the headboard, moving up and down, and Han Do-hoon, gripping Sa-yoon’s head, lifted him again and slammed him down onto his body.

“Ah…! Hmph… Cough… Hah…”

Excessive air entered his widened throat, causing him to cough. Water seeped out from the front. Semen, when he had climaxed he didn’t even know when, gushed out like water with each thrust.

Han Do-hoon also moved desperately, on the verge of climax. The warm, soft body, the flesh that endured no matter how much he crushed it. Drunk on the vibrant struggle of climax, he devoured Sa-yoon.

With powerful thrusts that felt like they would pierce his lower abdomen, Sa-yoon dug his nails into Han Do-hoon’s back. For a moment, he regained some clarity, thinking ‘I shouldn’t do this,’ but then, seeing it as revenge for always being left with marks and suffering alone, he pressed harder.

“……”

The perverted Han Do-hoon chuckled, his shoulders shaking despite his back being scratched. He even wore a more satisfied smile, pulling Sa-yoon into a fierce embrace as if to devour him.

Both of them stiffened simultaneously. The moment Sa-yoon spread his toes and his thighs trembled, a hot liquid spread inside him.

“Haa…”

They gasped for the oxygen they had lacked. For a long time, their bodies remained intertwined, only exhaling ragged breaths.

Sa-yoon rubbed his throbbing lower abdomen and pushed away Han Do-hoon, who was still clinging to him. As they created some distance, he saw Han Do-hoon’s back, adorned with red nail marks from his shoulders down.

“Hmm, doesn’t it hurt?”

Han Do-hoon looked at Sa-yoon with a slightly bewildered expression. Indeed, he was in no position to talk. Sa-yoon’s entire body was even more covered in red marks. Moreover, his lower region was sore and painful, despite only having s*x once.

“You’re welcome to scratch me up even more. We agreed not to question what happens during our encounters.”

“If you try any more of your tricks next time, I’ll have to break your arm or something.”

Han Do-hoon smiled, replying that it didn’t matter. Surely he didn’t enjoy pain. No, a thought crossed Sa-yoon’s mind: ‘With Han Do-hoon, that might actually be the case.’

After clinging on with all his might for a long time, all the strength drained from Sa-yoon’s body. He stretched out his limbs and lay flat. When this happened, Han Do-hoon would usually take Sa-yoon to wash him, dry him, and lay him in bed.

Expecting the same today, he stretched his entire body defenselessly. Han Do-hoon, with a hot towel, expertly wiped Sa-yoon down.

“We’re going to shower anyway, so do you really have to wipe me down first?”

Han Do-hoon smiled without a word. As a lewd grin lingered on his face, Sa-yoon clicked his tongue. He certainly loved to touch and fondle. Han Do-hoon always kneaded Sa-yoon’s hard body, even though he wasn’t a woman with soft skin.

A shallow breath involuntarily escaped him at the gentle massage on his calves.

“You’re a real pervert.”

“Do you dislike it?”

“Press harder, though. On the other side too.”

At Sa-yoon’s request, Han Do-hoon placed the calf he was holding onto his own shoulder. He pleasantly loosened the muscles from the ankle, sweeping up to behind the knee.

Then, as Han Do-hoon’s hand naturally moved to touch the muscles behind his thigh, Sa-yoon’s shoulder twitched. ‘This touch is… different from usual.’

“……”

Han Do-hoon’s hand, which had been gently stimulating from the thigh muscles down to the bottom of the buttocks, subtly brushed between Sa-yoon’s buttock cleavage. It was an explicit contact. With one leg lifted high, Han Do-hoon only needed to lower his head slightly for Sa-yoon’s swollen opening to be starkly visible.