YCHW Ch 49

It was a coaxing tone toward the child, but Hwi could not endure that interval and lowered his lips to various places on Yoonso’s face before burrowing into his nape. The sensation of licking up the skin made his entire body tremble in ecstatic delight. As a breath that had lost all composure, utterly devoid of even a speck of leisure unlike usual, spread out, it became vividly clear just how much this man desired him, and a novel ecstasy writhed in his belly.

He desired him just as much himself. It was not that he felt no fear toward the unfamiliar reactions of his own body, things close to the unknown, but at this point, he could not stop. Yoonso nodded his head resolutely and then stroked Hwi’s hair.

Hwi bit Yoonso’s nape gently, without pain, and then raised his head. His hand reached toward Yoonso’s collar. As he parted the collar, untied the knotted strings, and removed the blue ceremonial robe, the rustling sound stimulated his ears. Seeing Hwi’s face, devoid of even a hint of amusement, a tension coiled tautly.

When the outer garment was dropped beneath the bed platform, only the white undergarment remained. As Hwi placed his hand on the upper garment, his breath trembled finely. When even that which covered his upper body was stripped away, bare skin was revealed. It was the first time showing his naked body to him, so his face grew hot and flushed.

Hwi’s gaze wandered hotly over his bare body here and there, as if leaving brands. Yoonso, not knowing what to do, finally parted his lips.

“I as well…”

As his hand stretched toward Hwi’s collar, he drew back to allow it. Yoonso slightly raised his body and, with clumsy movements, removed his clothes. Hwi’s gaze followed without missing a thing, tightening the tension so much that he fumbled several times, but Hwi said nothing particular and persistently waited.

The moment the remaining upper garment was finally dropped, Yoonso had to swallow his admiration. The man’s body, firm as if delicately carved from rock, exuded an inviolable vitality. The valley crossing from the center of his chest to his abdomen was sharp, and the line descending from his shoulders to his forearms swelled as if inflamed.

His nape stiffened, and saliva pooled beneath his tongue. Without realizing it, Yoonso raised his hand and placed it on Hwi’s chest before startling himself and biting his fingertips. At that, Hwi split the corner of his mouth fiercely.

“You know how to have the eyes of a proper man, it seems.”

Yoonso looked at Hwi with shaking eyes, steeped in a desire he had not yet realized. At that moment, Hwi meshed their lips and toppled him backward.

A large hand kneaded his chest softly. Soon, as the fingertips pressed down on the raised protrusion, Yoonso’s tongue flicked out. As Hwi soothed him by gently stroking his teeth, he pinched and tormented the nipple.

A heat he had never experienced in his life rose from the places where Hwi’s fingertips touched. His legs twisted and coiled, his body writhed, and something heavy seemed to swirl in his belly. A thick pleasure rode atop a faint fear and lightly seized his entire body.

As their lips parted and he could barely catch his breath, Hwi lowered his head and took the ripely red seed into his mouth. As the nipple was sucked into his lips, his waist bucked toward Hwi and his body leaped upward. Hwi, who had been nibbling and licking it quite slickly to awaken the sense of flesh, soon sucked at the breast greedily.

“Ah, ah…! Ha, ugh, my lord!”

From the tip of the erect and bobbing penis, the sensation of something slowly leaking out was distinct. Yoonso pushed at the bedding with his toes, struggling against the unbearable pleasure. As he stroked Hwi’s nape desperately and sobbed, Hwi firmly bit the swollen nipple and then released it before raising his head.

His lips, glistening slickly, had turned red as if imbued with flower water, and a lascivious air, utterly devoid of any dignity, spread such that he could not face it calmly. Wondering if his own face was the same, Yoonso tucked his lips inward.

“How long do you intend to call me that?”

Hwi asked in a slightly husky voice, circling the breast with his thumb as if somewhat regretful. Yoonso’s shoulders twitched at the tingling that subtly bloomed.

“Then…”

“I gave you a name to call, didn’t I?”

He knew his name well but had never once uttered it. However, now that they had formed the bond of marriage, as he pointed out, he could not keep calling him “my lord” forever. Yoonso hesitated and then tentatively rolled his tongue.

“Mr. Hwi…”

Hwi blinked indifferently, as if hearing a name that was not quite his own, and then soon melted the corners of his eyes downward. Taking courage from that, Yoonso called him once more.

“Hwi.”

“Yes, Yun-ah.”

His lips alighted lightly on Yoonso’s lips and then parted. At the kiss brimming with affection, his mouth corners tickled, and Yoonso ended up laughing. Hwi gazed down at that sight with bear-like warmth and then lowered his head again.

He pressed his mouth to Yoonso’s flat chest and lifted his eyes. The sight of him extending his red tongue to lick the skin was explicit and truly embarrassing, but he could not turn his gaze away from him. That a man who had always been upright and pure could don such colors—it was nothing short of astonishing.

As Hwi moved gradually downward, stroking Yoonso’s waist and thrusting his tongue into his navel, the unfamiliar sensation jolted him, making him flinch, and he patted Yoonso’s lower abdomen as if to soothe him.

The moment Hwi’s hand caught on his trouser waistband, a premonition that what was to come had arrived made strength enter his back. Hwi glanced at Yoonso’s tense face and then slowly removed his trousers and undergarment.

The plumply swollen and swaying member sprang out with a pop. As Yoonso bit his lip, unable to overcome his embarrassment, Hwi burst into laughter.

“Shaggy, was it?”

Remembering too late the lie he had once uttered, his face truly blazed. Yoonso whipped his head away and cried out.

“You should pretend not to know about things like that!”

In his frozen state from their first union, he had not even worried about the fact that his lower region was smooth without a single hair. If he had known it would be like this, he would have endured and endured until it was dark to carry it out! He was so angry and ashamed that tears nearly welled up, but Hwi grasped Yoonso’s cheeks and turned them, pressing his lips with such affectionate gentleness that it tickled.

“Isn’t it because I find you so adorable that I say such things? Hm?”

“…Isn’t it strange to look at?”

“What’s strange about it? It’s as pretty as you, after all.”

That his lower region resembled him—it was ambiguous whether to take that as a compliment. However, as Hwi kept pressing kisses to his cheeks to soothe him, his mood softened, and Yoonso spoke in a voice that crept inward.

“Everyone else has them, but I don’t, so it hurt my feelings.”

“With such a straightforward temperament, it only makes me like you more, doesn’t it?”

Hwi looked at the male member, overall pale with just the tip slightly reddish, and smiled deeply before gently stroking up from the root. The moment his touch reached it, his tailbone tingled sharply, and Yoonso sharply inhaled.

Hwi observed Yoonso’s reactions with interest as he softly rubbed the pillar up and down. His ignorant body, which had only ever known the mild ache of nocturnal emissions in sleep and had never once experienced penetration, heated sensitively, and Yoonso could do nothing but breathe raggedly.

“Not a single hair, yet it’s grown so well.”

Unable to overcome the shame, Yoonso covered his face with both hands. At that, Hwi’s hand pressed the pillar, and an uncontrollable moan burst forth.

“You have to show your face. You can’t develop bad habits.”

“My lord, no, Mr. Hwi, how is it that you, ah, ngh, aren’t bothered at all…?”

As the pressure continued, he finally lowered his hands, and Hwi squinted his eyes in laughter.

“I’m dying to hold you right now, yet you think I look unbothered—guess I’m keeping my composure well. That’s fortunate.”

“Your composure, hng, was gone from the start…!”

As the thumb stimulated the redly swollen tip, his toes curled, and his buttocks bounced up and down. Embarrassing sounds kept leaking from between his lips, yet he could not stop them. A mild blaze rose fiercely in his belly and surged up to his fingertips and toes.

“Shall I tell you one merit of your hairlessness.”

Hwi suddenly made an indecent sound and dropped his head to take the tip into his mouth. Yoonso, dazed, kicked at the air with his feet and shook his head.

“Wh-what are you, ngh, doing…!”

His lips parted with a loud smack. Hwi swept his lower lip with the tip of his tongue and replied.

“Doing something to make it pretty.”

The moment he finished speaking, he immediately took Yoonso’s member even deeper into his mouth. The moistly wet cavern clung stickily, stimulating the member like a living creature.

He had learned of such acts from the academy and knew of them, but even then, he had inwardly thought it so bizarre, so bizarre, and now experiencing it directly felt like sparks flew in his head. As the tongue body slickly licked up the pillar and his lips sucked at the skin, Yoonso groaned and clutched at the bedding.

“Ah, my lord, ah, Hwi, Mr. Hwi, please…”

He did not know what exactly he was pleading for, and the words did not come out. As Yoonso flailed his feet and then clamped his legs together, Hwi’s head became trapped between his knees. With Yoonso’s member in his mouth, Hwi narrowed his eyes alluringly and sucked even more strongly while rolling the scrotum with his fingertips.

The stimulations intertwined and tangled, making it impossible to collect his wits. His lower region burned hot while his belly clenched in knots, feeling as if something would come out, but whether it was urine or semen, he could not even be sure, so Yoonso hurriedly tried to push Hwi away. However, cruelly, Hwi seized Yoonso’s ankles and pressed his lower body close, swallowing the male member down to the root.