HPV 71

Gradually, it felt like he was pressing his body against the wooden barrel. A shadow fell over me. His soapy, slippery hands gently stroked my solar plexus and waist.

My nape, collarbones, chest, and the area around my belly button — every visible part of me was flushed from the result of intercourse. If he saw my reddened, bare body, I should have been embarrassed.

But it was best not to reveal the parts submerged in the water.

I wondered where Banwes was looking right now. Was it my crown, my shoulders, my nape? Or maybe he was looking at some random spot altogether.

The man’s hand that had been washing me slowed and then completely stopped. He was holding me from behind, his arms dropped to his sides, as if embracing me.

Was he looking at my penis standing in the water?

No, I was sure of it. My body trembled uncontrollably. A faint vibration spread across the small, round surface of the water. The shame of being caught in an excited state shifted into a sensation I couldn’t even recognize.

Finally, the blood-filled penis emerged from the water.

Plop, a droplet fell onto the surface. It fell next to me, and since it didn’t seem like a tear, it must have been sweat.
If it wasn’t me, there was only one person left.

Gulp, saliva went down my throat. The sound echoed clearly in the steam-filled bathroom.

I was still, but I heard the sound of saliva being swallowed again. A much heavier sound than mine. The sound of a thick Adam’s apple gulping.

I was overwhelmed by a strong impulse. After slightly lowering my head, I quietly turned around.

Since our eye level was different, instead of the man’s face as I had wanted, I saw his abdomen covered by his clothes. I leaned my head a little further out of the barrel. It was to see below.

The man on his knees was erect.
Once again, I swallowed. I froze as if paralyzed, but with no other choice, I slowly lifted my head.

Rather than our eyes meeting, his lips came crashing down first. A short moan escaped my lips, swallowed by his hungry kiss.

I don’t know what state of mind I was in while wiping off the foam. I hurriedly splashed water to rinse it off and quickly wrapped myself with a towel before coming out. Banwes threw me onto the bed and then tossed off all his clothes that were slightly wet from the water.

Thud, thud—the sound of clothes dropping came later than his body pressing against mine. Completely naked, our two bare bodies met in the most primal form.

***

On the bed, still warm from their previous passion, he quickly inserted himself into the smooth, white body.

“Ugh…!”

A heavy groan escaped. The inner wall eagerly swallowed the penis and sucked it deep inside. Veins bulged all over his body. Banwes was engulfed in a pleasure that felt like his penis was melting in fire.

“Ahh, yes, slowly, mmm…!”

Labored breath escaped as if being forced out. Banwes tried to slow down his waist movements, but it only brought him agony, and nothing actually lessened.

The soft and slimy membrane clung to his penis with a blissful warmth. The hairless perineum glowed enticingly, inviting him in. That grotesque, dark red, monster-like object with veins protruding hideously.

“Ugh…, uh, ugh, haah…!”

Without delay, he plunged his manhood deep inside, thrusting vigorously into the spot that made him shudder with pleasure. Riarun, cradling his manhood within his belly, looked up at him, sobbing. The man’s back muscles and thighs twitched as if enraged.

A little more, he wanted to bury himself to the root, but he felt like this fragile being would break. The man, unable to hide his regret, completely pressed his body against Riarun’s. His heart pounded violently, sending shockwaves through his chest to Riarun.

“Ugh, huff…”

Not stopping there, Banwes caressed every reachable part thoroughly. He savored the concave spine with his hands, kneaded hid fleshy buttocks, and Banwes’ senses became even more heightened. He stroked every hidden, regardless of whether it was sunken or protruding.

When Banwes first saw Riarun, he was skin and bones, but now he eats well and walks regularly, and his flesh has become plump and rosy.

If he rubbed it a little harder, it will surely crush. Even while continuing their lewd acts, what dominated Banwes’ mind was fear.

Riarun’s limbs are too thin. They could be easily damaged. Unable to fully indulge, ecstasy and pain coexisted.
When he thrust his hips, the shape of his glans bulged out over the thin belly skin.

Clear drops of fluid dripped from Riarun’s genitals. Banwes gripped his beautiful, glistening penis and scratched the sensitive skin with his thumb causing a strong reaction.

“Ah, ah… hick, ha!”

Riarun convulsed violently. The tight hole contracted even tighter. He tried to grab Banwes’ forearm as if to cling on, but the slippery skin coated with sweat and pre-cum made it impossible to even get a grip. The pleasure made it hard to keep his body steady.

Banwes tightened his grip on Riarun’s waist and increased his thrusting speed. With eyes reddened from excitement, he stared fiercely at him, as if he wouldn’t let him out of his sight for even a moment.

The demon has already been transferred. There was no reason to do it again. There was no reason to have sex one more time, and even less reason to kiss.

But he was doing it. There was no choice but to do it, as if not doing it wasn’t an option. The man thrust himself inside Riarun and embraced the body, letting out sweet moans.

“I want to suck you.”

Following Riarun’s light, moist breaths, the tight hole heated his cock. Sweat droplets fell from the damp black hair. He trembled, begging with a mix of lust and even stronger emotions.

“Please, I won’t tear you apart. I’ll try not to make it hurt. Can’t that be enough?”

Riarun’s eyes, clouded with pleasure, couldn’t fully comprehend the words. However, seeing the large man weaken without resistance, the red flush spreading around his eyes was so intense that, without knowing better, he allowed it.

“Ugh!”

As soon as permission was granted, Banwes buried his nose fiercely into the nape of his neck. The skin was sucked in slightly, sending a sharp, tingling sensation through Riarun.

When he filled his mouth with the soft flesh, a sticky, wet sound accompanied each thrust, sending waves of pleasure no less intense than what was happening below. Wherever he sucked, bruises bloomed like crimson petals. Unable to resist, he bit down, leaving behind teeth marks.

‘Am I doing this because I’m a beast?’

For some reason, the hip thrusts slowed down a bit. While Banwes hesitated, Riarun also lifted his head, he gasped and looked at the ceiling. The slow movements stimulated him, causing a moan to escape his lips.

How am I supposed to face him now?

After an experience like this… can I really go on living as if nothing happened?

Will Banwes be able to go on living… even when the day comes that I’m no longer here?

Then, his vision blurred. It felt only natural when Banwes lowered his head to seek his lips—their kiss seamless, unquestioned. Riarun, without finding it strange, met his mouth with his own.

The slow, relentless thrusts showed no sign of stopping. Their most intimate parts pressed together, emitting slick, obscene sounds. By now, he had no room left for shame. His bare legs tried to wrap around his waist, only to slip helplessly again and again.

“Yeah, ugh… I, haa,….”

His moans seemed to reach their peak, becoming more desperate. As Banwes let out a low rumble and thrust deeply, his head tilted back.

From his hand, Riarun’s penis erupted with a thin stream of fluid. He also released himself inside Riarun. The particularly long and intense climax lasted nearly a minute.

A long silence lingered.

When the man lifted his head again, there was a detached, almost indifferent coldness about him—as if he had already put an invisible distance between them.

Banwes let Riarun slip out from beneath him without protest. His fingers twitched faintly, but that was all.

“The demon has been transferred, right?”

Truthfully, it had already been transferred long ago. Mentioning it now only meant one thing—this ends here.

Despite having bathed earlier, Riarun’s bare skin was once again streaked with fluids. Without much thought, Banwes rose to help him again.

Riarun’s face flushed even deeper.

“No… I’ll do it alone this time. And also…”

Banwes hesitated, belatedly realizing his own awkwardness.

His concern wasn’t unfounded. He watched intently as his exhausted figure staggered unsteadily toward the bathroom, ready to catch him if she fell. He pressed his ear to the door the entire time, listening for any sound—a stumble, something dropping—anything that might mean he needed him.

When Riarun finally emerged, barely managing to dry himself, he leaned half-consciously against Banwes as they made their way back to the bed. The moment hid head touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

Banwes washed himself with cold water and returned to find his face peeking out from the blanket, already lost to dreams.

He couldn’t bring himself to leave him and return to his own room. So instead, he quietly slipped into the bed, settling his damp body beneath the covers before gently pulling him close.

“Nn…”

Riarun’s limbs, pliant with sleep, easily molded against him. His body—strangely warm and soft—fit perfectly in his arms.

He stayed awake the entire night. Desire coiled relentlessly in his gut, refusing to let him rest.

Staring at his pale face, he thought: Riarun must truly be a demon. A demon sent to corrupt me.

When they first met, he had clung to him in the midst of flames—he was his only lifeline.

And now, he held him in the fire again, as if he were the only way to quench his thirst, the only way to survive.

As if they had always been one since the dawn of time, his delicate, fluttering body disappeared beneath his—unyielding as forged iron.