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What thrilled and aroused Yeonho the most was watching Siwoo, always upright and composed, slowly break down under the weight of his own primal desire. Especially because that desire stemmed from Joo Yeonho himself, because this was a side of Siwoo that no one else had ever seen. It gave Yeonho an intoxicating sense of accomplishment.

He intended to cut the last thread of rationality now. He was going to completely shatter the control of a man who rarely, if ever, lost it.

Despite his brazen act, Yeonho spoke in a cautious tone, his face innocent and shy like a child’s.

“This has to stay a secret, okay? You can’t tell anyone I showed you this. Do you understand?”

Siwoo let out a quiet laugh at Yeonho’s words. He was experiencing the most intense stimulation of his life, and the ache in his groin felt like it was being wrung out. Yeonho’s hole was the same color as his nipples, a soft pink hue against flawless white skin, free of blemishes or hair, its tightly sealed folds almost twitching.

Just like with Yeonho’s lips, he wanted to kiss it, suck on it, push his way inside and explore. But relying solely on instinct felt too barbaric, so he clung to the last thread of restraint.

Gripping Yeonho’s slender ankles tightly so he couldn’t close his legs, Siwoo took in the view Yeonho was offering. He could feel his pulse pounding through his ankle, he was trembling.

“Why would I tell anyone you spread your legs for me? What good would that do?”

Letting go of one ankle, Siwoo began tracing his fingers around the entrance. He felt each delicate fold like he would lips, taking his time to memorize the texture. It was likely he’d never see it this tightly shut again once it opened, so he made sure to commit the sensation to memory.

If he moved like a beast driven only by instinct, he might end up tearing at Yeonho’s flesh and devouring him whole. So he fought down the urge and gently laid Yeonho back. Lifting his thighs, Siwoo nestled between them and buried his face into the cleft, moving his head as though kissing him there. Yeonho’s hole twitched inside his mouth as if they truly were kissing.

After staying there for a while, Siwoo sat back up and kissed Yeonho’s fluttering eyelids. He coated his fingers with lube, kissing Yeonho’s ears and nape as he slowly pressed a finger against the entrance. He placed Yeonho’s hands on his shoulders, letting him dig in if it hurt.

“If it hurts, then hurt me just as much.”

Yeonho didn’t resist. He planted his nails into Siwoo’s skin, as if saying, feel the same pain I do. And with a trembling voice, he whispered,

“Even if all your other scars disappear, don’t erase the ones I made.”

“I won’t. I’ll carry yours forever, so scratch until I bleed.”

Smiling with closed eyes, Siwoo kissed the bridge of Yeonho’s nose. He pinned Yeonho’s trembling thighs down with his own legs and pushed a single finger inside. He took his time, feeling just how much space Yeonho had allowed him and how warm and soft it was inside.

“Ahh… ah, ngh…”

As the finger pushed deeper, Yeonho’s short nails dug into Siwoo’s back. It was just one finger, yet Yeonho gasped for breath, eyes wet with tears.

“Why’s your hole so tight… Yeonho…”

He forced the small entrance open and moved inside. It was even narrower than he’d expected. Each movement of his finger made the soft inner walls shudder and clamp around his knuckle. Siwoo, touching a part of Yeonho that even his closest family had never dared, felt a twinge of guilt for forcing it open like this.

Tears welled at the corners of Yeonho’s eyes as he panted.

“Hyung, it hurts… and it feels weird…”

When Siwoo slowly pulled his finger out, Yeonho collapsed, gasping and folding his legs. He had thought he could handle it, boldly spreading his legs. But from the very start, it was overwhelming. He gave a wry smile.

“What do I do…? I’m breaking into a cold sweat.”

“I’ll lick it all up for you.”

Siwoo chuckled and kissed the plump spot under Yeonho’s eye, then pulled down his pants and drawers. To the still-unsure Yeonho, he revealed what his body would soon need to take in.

“Ah… hyung…”

Seeing Siwoo’s bare member for the first time, Yeonho reflexively curled in on himself and laughed in disbelief. He pressed his legs together and covered his chest with both hands.

“I was too reckless… I thought I could handle it. I must’ve been crazy.”

He’d had some idea, sitting on Siwoo’s thigh or hugging him, but seeing it fully exposed was entirely different. The reality far surpassed his imagination. If he’d seen it beforehand, he would never have imagined fitting that inside himself.

If his body had been just a bit smaller, it might not have gone in at all. Maybe it was a good thing he was tall and broad.

Siwoo didn’t answer. He simply pulled Yeonho’s face closer and blinked. With that silent gesture, Yeonho couldn’t help but mutter in awe.

“… you’re beautiful.”

“Yeonho, can’t you love me even more?”

“Yeah. Let’s keep going…”

Overwhelmed by Siwoo’s beauty, Yeonho steeled himself again, determined: No one else will ever have this man. I won’t let it happen. He grabbed Siwoo’s cock with both hands, gauging its length and girth. He’d expected it to be pretty, just like its owner. But it was brutally imposing. Contrary to his face, it felt like a weapon.

Tasting the clear fluid at the tip with his tongue, Yeonho opened his mouth as wide as he could and began to swallow from the head down. He thought if he twisted his jaw just right, it might fit, but his mouth felt like it might tear. Could his lower hole really open this much?

Supporting Yeonho’s head with his palm, Siwoo began slowly rocking his hips. He had no intention of stopping now.

Yeonho also resolved to see this through. Once given, he wouldn’t take it back. His pride wouldn’t allow it. But with only one finger so far, he worried, could he really take it all in tonight?

Seeing Yeonho so dejected after gauging him by mouth, Siwoo pulled him into an embrace. He warmed Yeonho’s body by sucking gently on his hardened nipples, easing his tension.

Squirming in his arms, rubbing his own lower belly, Yeonho offered a suggestion.

“Hyung, I’ll use my mouth. Should I keep something inside while I do it? You’re struggling too, right?”

Siwoo, unable to handle Yeonho’s naughty mouth anymore, pulled him tight and laid him flat. With Yeonho on top of him, he kneaded his butt and said,

“Don’t put anything else inside you. Not even your fingers.”

Before he finished speaking, three fingers plunged into Yeonho’s hole all at once. Jumping from one to three made Yeonho scream and arch his back, only to collapse into Siwoo’s chest again. He clawed at Siwoo’s arm, leaving red welts.

Hurting Siwoo like this was Yeonho’s twisted way of loving him. Returning pain was a way of making Siwoo feel how deeply he was loved.

After changing positions again, Siwoo laid Yeonho down, his entire body soft and warm, and whispered while stroking his flat stomach:

“I want to be inside you. Now.”

He warmed Yeonho’s body with his own heat, loosening every muscle. Just like when his mother comforted him as a child, Yeonho covered his own eyes with his palms to relax. His legs no longer curled inward. He spread them wide, now able to handle the fingers stirring inside his wet hole.

Siwoo, carefully creating space with three fingers on his right hand, added his left thumb.

“Ahh…”

When the fingers were finally withdrawn, Yeonho’s hole was fully loosened, almost as if it were waiting for something to fill it. Siwoo tested it with his index finger once more, it went in and out easily now.

He was feeling guilty, guilty that he was ruining something beautiful. But he had no plans to stop. Gazing down at the body prepared to receive him, Siwoo slipped on a condom.

Pressing the tip to the entrance, he thrust in quickly, knowing a slower pace might hurt more.

“Nngh…!”

Yeonho let out a cry, his body twitching like a trapped animal. Siwoo, fully inside, stilled and bit down on Yeonho’s neck, sharing the feeling of entering him for the first time.

“Why’s your body so small…? You haven’t finished growing, have you?”

Rubbing his lips against Yeonho’s cheek, Siwoo chuckled. Yeonho’s frame matched his height, but compared to Siwoo, he was much smaller. His knees, his ankles, all of it. Siwoo’s hands were big enough to wrap around his jaw, to encircle his entire shoulder, even grip most of his neck.

Feeling oddly wronged, Yeonho pouted and said,

“I’m an adult now, aren’t I…? How can you treat me like a kid after putting it in…”

“Then I’ll have to keep raising you. Wash your face, feed you…”

Siwoo pulled back and gently thrust again. Yeonho screamed, reached down to feel Siwoo moving inside his belly, and declared firmly,

“No. From now on, I’m the one giving birth to you. Got it?”

“…”

“You were reborn today, hyung.”