YCHW Ch 52

“Ahk…!”

No matter how hard it got, he had inwardly sworn that he would never bite or hit Hwi, but Yoonso sank his teeth into Hwi’s shoulder, leaving a mark. Hwi, as if it didn’t even hurt, patted Yoonso’s backside and finished thrusting his hips.

“That’s it, that’s it.”

From inside him, now filled with seed, came a sound like a wet wooden frame creaking. His belly felt so full of Hwi’s traces that he almost felt sated.

Hwi was the one who told him to bite, but it was Yoonso whose white skin was blooming with red and purple marks. Yoonso had thrown up both his hands and feet in surrender to Hwi’s persistence and tenacity, entrusting himself to him as he was rocked.

Finally, after Hwi had poured out his seed, he collapsed on top of Yoonso. Even though he braced himself with his arms on the bed so as not to put his full weight on him, a heavy heat pressed down on his entire body. Rather than feeling burdened, a sense of stability washed over him, as if he had entered a private space to rest. Yoonso leaned his head on Hwi’s shoulder and panted like someone exhausted from the midsummer heat.

Hwi buried his lips in the nape of Yoonso’s neck and sucked on it tenaciously. By now, every part of his body had become sensitive, and even the smallest stimulus returned sharply. As he shifted, letting out a whimper-like moan, Hwi stroked his waist and then raised his body.

The thick, long phallus scraped along his inner walls for a long while as it pulled out. Once the thing that had been plugging his lower parts was gone, he felt empty, as if he had a hole down there. The hidden entrance gaped open and closed against his will. Soon, something gushed out from between his legs, and Yoonso clamped them shut.

“No matter how much I pour into you, you only spit it out. How unrewarding.”

Hwi clicked his tongue lowly and then licked up the seed that was flowing between Yoonso’s legs. Yoonso, realizing what was leaking from inside him, furrowed his brow but had no strength to reply, and simply let his limbs go limp.

As he lay there, just breathing, like a person who knew nothing but how to respire, he felt a gaze slowly travel over him from head to toe. Hwi, looking as if he were finally a bit full, his eyes filled with satiety, scanned Yoonso, who was covered in red marks and trickling his seed between his legs.

But as if still feeling a little wanting, Hwi toyed with Yoonso’s toes, then lifted his foot and bit his big toe. Yoonso, startled, curled his toes.

“What are you doing…”

“It would have been nice if I could swallow it.”

At his genuinely regretful tone, Yoonso shot him a glare, and Hwi laughed leisurely and got up from the bed. After draping only a robe that had fallen to the floor over his naked body, Hwi strode out of the room, and Yoonso weakly followed him with his eyes.

The door closed, and only then was Yoonso able to look around the room. The sun had set at some point, and the world outside the window was completely dark. From the burnt-down wedding candles, long drips of wax had flowed. Just how long had he and Hwi been sharing their conjugal affections? He had never dreamed that the act of union between a husband and wife could be so long and happen so many times.

The wetness between his legs was sticky, but he couldn’t lift a single finger. Just as he was wondering where Hwi had gone, as if on cue, Hwi came in holding a towel.

“You must be tired. You can’t even open your eyes properly.”

“I have never… experienced such an arduous task in my entire life.”

It was by no means an exaggeration, but Hwi laughed as if he found it amusing and brought the towel to Yoonso’s groin. When the damp cloth—it seemed to have been soaked in water—touched him, Yoonso flinched and closed his legs. In response, Hwi pressed down on Yoonso’s thighs and meticulously wiped his soiled lower parts clean.

His cooling cheeks flushed again. This time, it was from embarrassment. He knew he should stop him and say he would do it himself, but not only could he not bring himself to move, but Hwi’s face, as he took it upon himself to care for him, looked so peaceful and satisfied that he didn’t want to interfere.

It should have been shameful for a grown man to entrust such a task to another, but they had decided not to consider such decorum, at least not in this bed.

A married couple must be a relationship where they cast off all pretense and dignity and show each other their most private places.

“Eut…”

A finger slipped inside and scraped out the seed, making his inner walls spasm lightly. Yoonso let out a sound without realizing it and glanced at Hwi, but Hwi, as if it were nothing, simply continued to remove what was inside with a delicate touch. However, through the open collar of his robe, his still-formidable dragon’s head was visible, and Yoonso was now truly at the point of marveling at it.

Hwi wiped all of Yoonso’s arms and legs and even brought him a glass of water to keep by his bedside. As the water moistened his lips, a forgotten thirst arose, and only after emptying the entire vessel could he catch his breath.

He was weary, but it didn’t feel like sleep would come quickly. Yoonso watched without taking his eyes off his lover as he tidied up their surroundings. Affection filled his heart, leaving not even the slightest empty space. As he embraced this feeling of fullness, he felt he had nothing to envy in the world.

It was fine even without the recognition and blessings of others. He felt he wouldn’t be afraid even if he had to leave with him as a penniless man with only the clothes on his back. For some reason, he felt like he was about to cry, so Yoonso buried his face in the pillow.

When Hwi returned to the bed, Yoonso stretched both arms out toward him. A refreshing smile spread across Hwi’s lips as he removed his robe, lay down beside Yoonso, and pulled him into an embrace.

Lying like this, under one blanket, he felt as if this were paradise. Hwi gently stroked Yoonso’s hair. Yoonso, pleasantly receiving his touch, slowly opened his mouth.

“You know. Actually, when you gave me the topknot pin as a gift. That was the day I was born.”

Hwi’s affectionate gaze shone down on Yoonso. Yoonso dreamily recalled the tranquil scenery of sky lanterns soaring into the sky from all around.

“So you see, you were the one who put my hair up, and you were also the one who let it down.”

After he finished speaking, he felt a bit shy for some reason and fiddled with the bed cover, and then he felt lips touch his forehead. A crescent-moon smile was playing on Hwi’s lips.

“What an honor.”

“It’s not quite an honor…”

“For me, there could be no greater honor than this, could there?”

At his feigned serious tone, Yoonso giggled like a child and buried his face in Hwi’s chest. Leaning against his firm, warm chest, courage and hope that he could do anything from now on sprang forth.

“But Mr. Hwi, how did you… keep your chastity?”

“Is that what you’re curious about?”

The question, tinged with amusement, made him feel awkward, but he was genuinely curious and didn’t want to take the question back. Yoonso gently placed a hand on Hwi’s chest and caressed his skin, as if scratching it with his fingertips.

“People around you wouldn’t have just left you alone.”

“It seems you see me as a weak-willed playboy who would be swayed just because they wouldn’t leave me alone?”

“That’s not it…! You know what I mean.”

It felt like he was deliberately changing the subject, so Yoonso grumbled, and Hwi let out a small laugh and gently tickled his hair.

“Well. Let’s just say I was saving it for this day.”

Not that he was so busy he didn’t even have time for such things, but that he had saved his virginity for the lover he would one day be bound to. It was a romanticism and fidelity that one couldn’t easily associate with Hwi. But that must be the kind of man he was. A romantic man who would give his first time to the one he would come to truly love.

So, we had given each other our firsts.

A pleasant laugh felt like it was about to burst out of him indecorously, so Yoonso cleared his throat for no reason and savored the feeling of Hwi’s heartbeat under his fingertips. The slow, heavy pulse traveled up his skin, wrapping his body in an even more comfortable and cozy embrace.

A sigh was about to escape him at the thought of the passing night. If only he could preserve this night somehow. But perhaps it was because it flowed away that it was all the more precious and brilliant. Yoonso let out a breath filled with emotion and looked at Hwi.

In his black eyes, an attachment that might have been there for who knows how long was sparkling brightly. Being held by Hwi, who let his affection flow without hiding or hesitation, he felt a desire to one day confess all his truths.

The day we leave this country, let’s tell him everything then. Without hiding anything, so that he can know every part of me.

“Mr. Hwi.”

“Yes.”

“My wish, can I tell you now?”

He could finally decide on the wish he had won from the tile game. His heart pounded as if it were sparkling. Hwi gestured with his eyes as if to say, “Go on,” and Yoonso immediately stated his wish.

“No matter what kind of person I am… please love me.”