ITDW 51

Water trickled from Jungyoon’s black hair and dripped onto the wooden sofa. Drip. He swept his hair back. Jaeri stared blankly at that, and then his eyes met his. Why didn’t they keep the sauna brightly lit? There were only a few yellowish lights on the ceiling, not a single fluorescent one. He could not see the look in his eyes.

“Why don’t I have… veins on the back of my hand?”

“It’s probably because you only hold a pen.”

“…Yes.”

Hyung seems to only hold a pen too. Or is he not? He also holds a golf club, and a tennis racket, and plays basketball, and does weight training…. Jaeri continued to list them.

This winter was exceptionally harsh. The sauna, which retained a warmth like an ondol room, was cozy. His thoughts slowed down, and his heart seemed to beat slowly. So he held onto a completely useless thought to the very end for a long time.

He holds a syringe… and, sometimes he spanks my butt, ah, he also puts his fingers inside my butt, and….

Jaeri’s toes wiggled.

“Are you really asking because you’re curious about the veins in your hand?”

“…Yes.”

Jaeri’s reply was also slow and drawn out.

“I don’t think so.”

Jungyoon’s hand entered the space between Jaeri’s thighs without any hesitation. Jaeri grabbed his arm. There was a slapping sound, but his hand did not stop.

“Ah, …hngh.”

His long index finger lifted Jaeri’s penis from below with its tip and flicked it up. Flick.

“Ah-eut…. Hyung.”

“If Jaeri gets hard too.”

Jungyoon placed Jaeri’s penis on his palm and rubbed the tip in circles with his thumb. Jaeri tried to close his legs, but it was useless as he had already surrendered his penis to his hand.

“Ha, hngh, don’t….”

“Don’t?”

Jungyoon’s fingernail scraped past his urethral opening.

“Hah-eut, haah…. Hyung, here, hng.”

Jaeri’s voice was filled with moisture. The hot breath coming from between his slightly parted lips reached Jungyoon’s shoulder. Only the sound of water droplets falling to the floor, from where he did not know, was regular. Jaeri thought that sound was like his own heartbeat. Jungyoon spoke as he slowly stroked Jaeri’s penis.

“Your voice is lewd.”

“Here, hngh, don’t touch, hng.”

“Alright.”

Jungyoon’s hand cleanly pulled away. It was as if what he had been doing until now was just a touch on the level of stroking his head, nonchalant. Jaeri closed his mouth and looked at Jungyoon. A hint of bewilderment was on his flushed face.

“Hyung….”

“What.”

“…You can… touch me. I was, just… surprised… Of course, this isn’t home… but still….”

Jaeri went over what he had said and listed the things that bothered him. But what Jungyoon pointed out was not the content of his words.

“I can touch you? Is that the attitude of someone making a request?”

It was a matter of attitude. A sense of unfairness filled Jaeri’s eyes. There was no trace of playfulness in Jungyoon’s eyes as he looked down at him. In fact, he even looked stern.

“How did I tell you to ask.”

“…Touch, me, please…. Here.”

“Where.”

“…Here.”

Jaeri pointed below with his finger. His ears turned bright red, starting from the nape of his neck.

Jungyoon wrapped an arm around the waist of Jaeri, who was sitting next to him, and made him bend his upper body over his lap. Jaeri, though bewildered, moved his body as he was led. Hyung is going to spank my butt here because I did something wrong. Jaeri lifted his legs onto the sofa, and wiggled his body up to lie face down with his butt on his lap.

Since his skin was wet, it would hurt a lot if he was hit. Not because it was hot, but because of the tension, sweat trickled down his back.

Jungyoon caressed Jaeri’s butt. Before spanking him, he would pat or caress his butt and then suddenly hit him.

As Jaeri lay face down with his hands crushed against his chest, he could feel his heart thumping against the back of his hands. Thump-thump. It seemed to make him more nervous, so he pulled his hands out and placed them in front of him.

The patting hand was removed. Jaeri tensed his shoulders and squeezed his eyes shut.

“G, hng, eu-eung.”

A long finger leisurely dug into the crack of his butt. Jungyoon inserted his finger between the flesh and moved it left and right, shaking both butt cheeks.

“You asked me to touch you here.”

He pressed down firmly on top of the hole.

“Hah-eut, eu, I didn’t… say that…. Ha-euh.”

“Then you should have said it properly.”

The finger that had been fiddling around the hole pushed its way inside. About one knuckle’s length went in and out repeatedly.

Now, only the sound of water droplets and a squelching sound echoed regularly in the space. Jaeri’s heartbeat was no longer regular.

Jaeri squeezed his legs tightly together. His ankles crossed. But his finger was already embedded between his buttocks, so he did not know what to do. He uncrossed his ankles, and crossed them again with the top and bottom switched. In the meantime, his finger continued to enter and exit his hole regularly, one knuckle deep.

Jungyoon pressed down on Jaeri’s back with a sense of pressure.

“Ha, euh.”

“Jaeri, hyung. Is not planning on finishing until Jaeri can speak properly.”

“Hng, eu, hng…. Haaht! Ha-eung… eu.”

“Ah, is this good enough for you?”

Jaeri, lying face down, shook his head.

“Hng, that’s….”

He thrust his finger in deep all at once.

“Keu-heut.”

“I came here to relax the muscles, but this one is relaxed too. Aren’t you going to clench?”

“Eut, haah….”

Jaeri clenched his butt as he was told. His buttock muscles bulged. Jungyoon’s hand was also pushed out a little by the contracted buttock flesh.

When he lowered one of Jaeri’s legs below the wooden sofa, the strength in his butt momentarily drained.

Smack—.

“Aghk…!”

The punishment was immediate. Whether it was his hand or Jaeri’s butt, the wetness made the slap quite stinging.

From his fully exposed lower half, he could see his hole contracting with a twitch. A red mark was immediately left on his butt. Without delay, his index finger was buried all the way into the hole.

“H-heut!”

“Clench.”

Jaeri clenched with all his might. His finger did not move, as if waiting for Jaeri to clench tighter. As Jaeri continued to clench hard, his index finger moved as if shaking out the inside. The index finger, standing straight, forcefully stirred the tightly clenched area.

“Ha, heut, eu-eung. Hyung, hng.”

“As I thought, you like ‘here’ more.”

Every time he flicked his finger, it felt like the entire buttock cheek it was touching was moving. Since his legs were spread wide, the contact area was large and the impact was great.

“H-euh, hng….”

Jaeri, out of embarrassment, was about to say no, but he could not refute it, so he kept his mouth shut. He felt like he would get spanked on his butt again if he lied.

The index finger pulled all the way out, then went in with the middle finger. The deeply embedded middle finger rummaged inside a little, then tensed its tip.

“Ah, kkeu-euh, hng.”

And he slowly rubbed a button-like spot that protruded, the size of a small coin. It was a subtle touch.

“Eut, ah, ah, eut, heut!”

Jaeri’s butt tried to jerk away, but because he was in an uncomfortable position with one leg lowered, he could not move easily. His waist was still being pressed down hard.

“Still, I plan to teach you one thing about how to speak today.”

As his fingertip drew a circle and gently rubbed his prostate, he felt a lightning bolt strike the back of his head. His entire legs tensed up rigidly.

“Ha-euh, hyu-ung, heuk, h-eut.”

Jaeri made a crying sound, but he did not even know what sound he was making. He moved his butt slightly up and down, trying to make his subtle fingertip touch somewhere more. In the midst of it all, he did not forget to clench and hold his asshole. His spread-apart thighs trembled slightly.

It feels like he’s watching me, he thought.

“I can stay still and Jaeri can move. Is that right?”

A cold, neat voice descended on the nape of his neck.

“Ah, haah, no… it’s not…. I was… heuk… wrong…. Hyung, heut.”

Jaeri apologized and bit his lip hard to keep his moving butt still. But then his fingertips moved rhythmically, bouncing. With each of those gestures, the pleasure intensified, and all his nerves rushed to his lower hole.

“Heut, haah, hah-eut! Hng.”

“The way to speak when making a request.”

He said, pressing down on the bulging flesh inside. Squeeze.

“H-euh, h-eung, eu-eut.”

“Now, first, it has to be a polite attitude, right?”

As if giving Jaeri a moment to collect himself, he briefly removed his middle finger from the spot he was touching and forcefully spread the index and middle fingers that were already inside.

“Ah-geu, eut, yes….”

Jungyoon spread and closed his fingers a couple more times. When the two fingers spread to their maximum inside, the sensation of the inner flesh clinging tenaciously was vivid, and at the end of the tight pain, a faint sense of bliss seeped in. When he closed his fingers, he clenched his hole and inner flesh. Even while tightly biting hyung’s fingers, he felt little spurts of pleasure.

Jaeri was the type to learn well whatever he taught him. Even without being told every little thing, he knew instinctively what to do and understood it as he felt it with his body.

Jaeri gasped for breath.

The two deeply inserted fingers began to move back and forth. They were pulled out almost to the edge of the hole, and then thrust back in again. Swoosh. This was repeated.

“You have to say, exactly, what you’re requesting, so that the person listening, doesn’t misunderstand, right?”

Each time he spoke in clipped phrases, his fingers were buried to the end. His hand slapped against his butt cheeks, making slapping sounds, and his spread-apart butt cheeks quivered.

Jaeri was now almost crying, scratching the wooden sofa with his fingertips.

“Yes, heuk, hyung… wrong, hng… wrong, …I was…. Heuk… wrong, ha-euh.”

He did not know how to respond to the pleasure. In a place that was not home, not even a hotel, a private place but one that the family used together. It felt even stranger because it was dark and a place for sweating. It was unfamiliar and secretive, yet somehow not stable. Something was not right.

The excessive pleasure felt like pain, and on the other hand, it also felt like a sin. Is it okay to feel this way? Especially at the touch of his hyung rummaging through his rear.