PHUW 87

For a body that looked so thin, this development was impressive enough to make him marvel inside. The pillar was quite solid in both thickness and length, even if veins did not bulge as his own did. The glans, as red as lips, was smooth without any roughness, and the urethral opening was small, not gaping.

Could he even piss properly through such a tiny hole? With such a narrow urethra, if he ever needed a catheter, it would be hell. This little brat got hurt and sick more often than expected. Maybe it would not be bad to practice in advance before that happened. But not now.

Even his cock was cute, so Jeong Mok pressed thumb and forefinger together and stroked from the root up under the glans a couple of times. He was about to try touching the balls, which seemed to carry a sharp sting like the nipples.

“Hhh… uhh!”

Haeri, head bent back and chest heaving, suddenly tensed his whole body and trembled. At the same time, the cock, shaped like a king oyster mushroom with its cap tightly folded just before harvest, spurted hot fluid.

The amount running down his hand was considerable, and it was so concentrated it looked clouded white, as if mixed with mist. Lifting his hand to see it move, he was suddenly snapped at.

“I told you not to touch it like that. Tissues, do you have tissues?”

The burning sweet potato fumbled in panic, looking around the bed.

“There aren’t any.”

He really only collapsed to sleep in this bedroom, so there were no basic supplies.

“Then a rag at least.”

Of course there was no such thing here either.

“Then wash it off with water.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? It’s dirty, so wash it.”

Ahn Haeri looked horrified at his wet hand. But Jeong Mok did not think it was dirty.

“It’s not dirty.”

Broken legs aside, the lively reproductive function of this healthy little brat was admirable. He rubbed the fluid between thumb and middle finger, felt its texture, then smelled and even licked it. Slightly fishy, but not disgusting.

The burning sweet potato turned to charcoal in shock.

“Why, why would you eat that! Are you crazy? Uaaaah!”

He rubbed his face with both hands and thrashed. Even if his surgery had gone well and his bones were mending, flailing like that would only delay recovery. Jeong Mok pressed his whole body down on the one writhing like a goby fish leaping from water.

“Hhhk.”

With their chests stuck flush, he felt the heart bouncing against him. He touched lips to the flushed cheek close enough to breathe on. Then he pried apart the flailing legs with his waist and pinned them firmly. Sliding his forearm under the bandaged knee to lift it, the cock that had just climaxed sprang back up.

“You are full of energy.”

It was praise. Ahn Haeri covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Really… really… you pervert.”

Jeong Mok laughed. He called him a pervert when they had not even started yet.

“I warned you again and again. You ignored it and came at me.”

“I said I wanted to kiss and sleep with you, not that you could eat that.”

His reply was clearer now, a bit calmed, though resentful. Lifting his hand, he even shot a red-eyed glare this way. It looked like he could take a little more.

Jeong Mok shifted Haeri onto his side so the bandaged leg would be on top. Then he pressed his chest to Haeri’s back, and this time took off the bath towel around his waist. The plump crest of Haeri’s ass pressed to his lower abdomen, the soft underside settling naturally over his groin.

“Nh.”

He had not touched his nipples, nor stroked his cock, yet the body in his arms trembled. Dimples sank into the plump flesh of his ass. The difference in size and firmness between Haeri’s and his cock was what made the contact so stark.

“Do you want to touch it too?”

He whispered into his flushed ear. Haeri flinched.

“……”

“You don’t want to?”

A weak murmur came back. Even being this close, he could not make it out. Jeong Mok held him tighter, as if binding him.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“…It’s already touching.”

From the back of his head brushing Jeong Mok’s nose and mouth, faint heat rose.

“You don’t dislike it?”

“…Do you really have to ask that out loud?”

“If you hate it, I don’t want to.”

As he spoke, Jeong Mok stroked his waist.

“Even if I say I hate it, it’s not like you’ll really stop.”

“I really will.”

Jeong Mok caressed his warm belly. He could have lived his whole life just holding him like this.

“You lie so well… You’ll do whatever you want even if I say I hate it.”

“Do you really not want me to?”

If that was truly the case, he intended to stop. To be sure, he lifted his head to check Haeri’s expression. The burning sweet potato glared resentfully at him.

“I don’t like pain, at least.”

“It won’t hurt, probably.”

“Don’t lie. Do you think I’m stupid?”

Haeri pointed with his eyes at what was below Jeong Mok.

“With that so big, how could it not hurt?”

“What does being big have to do with hurting?”

He furrowed his brow, not understanding.

“No, I mean, taking something that big and long and hard and shoving it into my… between my thighs and ass, how could that not hurt?”

As Haeri rattled off words, he swallowed once in the middle of saying a certain phrase. This time it was Jeong Mok who was at a loss for words.

“You dirty brat… it’s your first time, just how far were you planning to go?”

Exasperated sighs spilled out of him.

“Eh?”

“You can’t recklessly shove it in.”

When Jeong Mok corrected him, Ahn Haeri looked all the more blank.

“Isn’t that how it’s done? Everyone does it.”

“Everyone, who? You don’t have friends with your memory gone. Did you watch some weird videos when I wasn’t around?”

At the word “video” he flinched, closed his mouth, then after a beat muttered sullenly.

“I could have experience. I just don’t remember.”

“From your reactions it’s obvious you don’t. You’re so shameless.”

He lightly pinched his plump earlobe as he scolded him.

“Then I suppose hyung has a ton of experience?”

“No. I’m a first timer too.”

This time Haeri stared as if he could not believe it.

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because it feels like you’ve had a hundred lovers.”

“A hundred? Not even one. Well, except Song-i.”

Thinking he was being teased, Haeri pouted.

“I’m not some elementary kid who thinks babies come from kissing and rubbing belly buttons. Even if I’ve never done it, I know how it works.”

“You don’t need penetration to do it.”

This time he pinched his soft cheek. Haeri snapped back irritably.

“I don’t know anything about that.”

“You clung to me and bounced around plenty, so how could you not?”

He pressed his lips against his sulking cheek, rubbed against the warm skin, then slowly covered his lips. The red face tilted back obediently. He nibbled the soft lips, then sucked on the tongue that only picked dirty words to say despite being so naive. Kissing Ahn Haeri was so sweet it was like being wrapped in honey. He worried he might melt away completely. He should savor it slowly so it would not be used up, but holding back each time was hard.

After the long kiss, Haeri panted and asked,

“What’s bouncing around supposed to mean?”

Maybe because he was still new to having a puppy, he seemed clueless about a word and concept anyone raising a dog would know.

“This.”

Jeong Mok lifted Haeri’s upper leg over the outside of his thigh. Then he pushed his cock between Haeri’s spread thighs. The swollen tip slid forward under his ass cleft.

“Nh.”

The body in his arms flinched. To keep him from being too startled, Jeong Mok kissed his cheek and ear in small pecks while moving.

Before long the thick glans, wet with precum, parted the soft flesh of his ass and scraped his perineum, then pressed against Haeri’s plump scrotum. As the hard tip tapped against the taut balls beneath skin soft as a baby’s, the modest mushroom that had been drooping (its cap still tight and shy) sprang up firm.

“Hhh… uhh… ng.”

Unlike the mushroom standing strong, its owner’s voice grew smaller. As if a knife pressed at his throat, the stifled sounds came out broken. Again, his hands and feet would not stay still.

The arms that had been folded neatly against his chest since being turned over shifted, elbows brushing against Jeong Mok’s solid torso behind him. Ten fingers clenched and released air, and the white legs draped over his thick thighs twitched like insect legs shocked with stimulation.

Haeri had said his nipples were sensitive. But in truth, his whole body was sensitive. Cock and balls were common erogenous zones, but not everyone reacted this way from a slight touch. Others might, but not himself.

Unlike him, Ahn Haeri reacted keenly to every small touch from head to toe. Especially when the tip of his cock pressed against Haeri’s smaller shaft while his glans advanced over Haeri’s balls, his shoulders tensed and shook.

“Hhh… uh…”

His thick shaft, veins bulging, pushed up Haeri’s pale shaft as it advanced. His dense, coarse pubic hair covered Haeri’s plump ass, and his soft balls rested over Jeong Mok’s thick root. Because of the difference in length, even though his cock started farther back, their tips lined up roughly the same. That made it easy to hold both together.

With his thumb he grasped the pale pink shaft, and with his palm and other fingers he wrapped his own.