YCHW Ch 50

Hwi’s lips touched the smooth, hairless groin. As his throat tightened, clenching hard around Yoonso’s member, Yoonso squeezed his eyes shut and curled his body inward.

It felt as if a cool rain were pouring down inside his head. Like flower buds that had been ambiguously half-open suddenly bursting into full bloom, a first-time ecstasy drenched his entire body. As his tense, hunched body slowly sank onto the bed, Hwi patted Yoonso’s waist and slowly pulled back.

Trembling at the sensation of lips brushing against the shaft, Yoonso opened his eyes and froze solid upon seeing the corners of Hwi’s mouth, where a whitish string stretched out and then snapped.

“You…!”

Gulp. Hwi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Yoonso’s eyes, filled with horror, trembled. In disbelief, Yoonso’s lips parted and closed, and then he pressed down on Hwi’s chin. Hwi obediently opened his mouth, but inside, only a faint trace of the seed-water remained.

“Why… why, why… why did you drink that…”

“I could not carelessly discard what is yours.”

“Why would you swallow that!”

A dizzying shame washed over him, dazing him, and Yoonso, on the verge of tears, pushed repeatedly at Hwi’s shoulders. Hwi caught Yoonso’s hands without difficulty and rinsed his mouth with the bedside water.

“There, is that better?”

He nonchalantly tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear and immediately grabbed Yoonso’s legs, spreading them and bringing his lips between his buttocks. The moment his red tongue darted out and licked his underside, Yoonso struggled and ended up kicking Hwi in the head with the tip of his foot.

Hwi’s head snapped to the side, and the hair pin that had been holding his hair in place fell out with a thud, his hair tumbling down. Yoonso could not hide his bewildered expression and flinched, but he soon clenched his fists and hardened his face.

“Y-You, My Lord, may have experienced all worldly affairs and think nothing of this, but I—I am not like that!”

It was incomprehensible how dissolute and promiscuous one’s love life had to be to be able to put one’s mouth on another man’s underside. Of course, he must have shared the pleasures of love with countless women, but was such an act even conceivable between ordinary lovers?

It was only natural that a man he desired would be desired by others, so he had no intention of questioning whom Hwi had shared affection with before meeting him. But he did not want to tolerate such frivolous conduct.

Meeting Yoonso’s eyes, which were shimmering with sorrow, Hwi’s lips curled up in a subtle smile. Just as Yoonso’s lips parted, thinking Hwi was about to tease him and move on, Hwi picked up the fallen hair pin.

“You may not believe it, but this is a first for me, too.”

At the truly unbelievable declaration, Yoonso froze. In that moment, Hwi held the pin in his mouth, roughly twisted his hair up, and then decisively pushed the pin in. It was not a neat style, but perhaps because he was unclothed, it suited his roughly chiseled body all the more.

“You mustn’t t-tell lies to soothe me.”

He could not believe that Hwi had preserved his purity until now. But Hwi was a man who never broke his word, and as the feeling that his words were the truth grew into conviction, an ineffable bliss spread as a blush across Yoonso’s cheeks.

Hwi let out a small laugh, then his fingers slyly traced the area between Yoonso’s buttocks, the only fleshy part on him.

“So, will you let me suck you deep inside?”

“Why on earth… w-why there…”

“What is the problem? We are a couple who has already exchanged saliva.”

It was astounding how he could describe a kiss that way. Did this man have no shame? Meanwhile, Hwi did not take his eyes off Yoonso’s underside, as if looking at something desirable, and just then, the closed crevice twitched, parting and then closing again.

Hwi’s smiling eyes turned fierce. As this was also a bodily reaction he was experiencing for the first time, Yoonso bit his lip. Hwi narrowed his eyes as their gazes met, and though he said nothing, Yoonso stiffened like someone who had received an irresistible command.

He ought to refuse. No matter how he thought about it, he did not want to do something so vulgar, yet he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

Only one thing was certain: the fact that Hwi would not do anything strange to him. Besides, what was the problem when he was the one taking Hwi’s purity?

With his cheeks dyed a faint red, Yoonso gave a slight nod. Not missing that small reaction, Hwi immediately buried his lips in the plump flesh of the perineum below the testicles.

“Aah…”

It was a part of him where there was supposedly nothing, yet astonishingly, a thrill shot through him. Hwi’s hair, roughly tied and sticking out, swayed gently between his thighs. From below, a crude sound devoid of all dignity echoed, and unable to handle all the stimulation, Yoonso gripped the bedding tightly.

Hwi’s tongue moved down and licked the tightly shut secret gate. Like an animal grooming its fur, he took his time wetting it, and at some point, his hole began to quiver every time the tip of Hwi’s tongue touched it.

“Ah, My Lord…”

The inside of him was so ticklish he could not bear it. Yoonso twisted his hips, wanting Hwi both to stop and to do something more.

In that instant, a soft piece of flesh parted the entrance and came inside.

The sensation of the tongue pushing its way through the narrow passage was vivid. Once again, his member swelled up tautly, leaking a clear fluid. Hwi gripped Yoonso’s thighs firmly, nuzzling the tip of his nose against his perineum and letting out an ecstatic breath.

“Th-This is strange, hngh, this…”

As Yoonso’s hand, unable to either clench or open, fumbled for Hwi’s head, Hwi looked up. On Hwi’s thoroughly wet face, satiety and hunger mingled before spreading into sensuality.

Could carnal desire also be contagious? Yoonso, who had just caught his breath, felt a sense of emptiness seeing Hwi like that. A desire to be filled up quickly, a desire to be piled high with what was Hwi’s, anywhere…

Hwi nonchalantly wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then gently rubbed the wet, twitching secret gate before parting the opening and inserting a finger. The sensation of the hard finger piercing the narrow path and entering deep was so overly distinct that Yoonso trembled minutely.

“It’s tight.”

“…”

“How will you be able to receive my cock like this? Hm?”

Yoonso’s lower lip fell open. He doubted his ears, but Hwi’s pronunciation had been so clear it was impossible to mistake, so he could not even deny it.

“H-How can you use such vulgar words?”

“What is there to hide between a married couple?”

Hwi’s eyes, looking down at the dumbfounded Yoonso, narrowed with laughter. Soon, his finger slid out slightly before thrusting deep inside, pushing him so he could not think of anything else.

Something was strange, and then strange again. It did not hurt, but it did not feel good either. He had no other words for it except “strange.”

“As I thought, you are small, so kissing will be difficult.”

Hwi muttered something unintelligible, then picked up a pouch that had fallen with the clothes below the bed. A small bottle emerged from inside. He opened it and wet his finger with its contents.

“What is that?”

“Scented oil.”

As a faint, fragrant scent brushed the tip of his nose, the wet index and middle fingers parted his hole and entered. As his underside stretched tautly, Yoonso sucked in a breath.

“You must relax.”

Hwi coaxed him, stroking his stomach in a circle. The moment he relaxed at the touch, the fingers pushed deep, poking his inner walls. As Hwi’s fingertips stimulated him from the inside, a strange sensation began to bloom from that spot.

He lowered his lips and began to nip at Yoonso’s nape. The kisses were ticklish, but his insides, filled with the fingers, felt as if something were about to surge up, and Yoonso gripped Hwi’s shoulders, his breath catching like hiccups.

“Mr. Hwi… s-something’s strange. My body, heugh, it’s strange.”

“That’s what’s called feeling good. Your body is preparing to accept what is mine.”

A gentle voice soothed his ear. Hwi sucked on one of Yoonso’s not-yet-swollen nipples and inserted another finger. Fear that he would be torn apart made his grip on Hwi’s shoulders tighten, but Hwi’s fingers, as if mocking such a thought, spread apart and came together, slowly stretching the inner walls.

Whenever his touch brushed and prodded a certain spot, the secret gate would contract, squeezing his fingers tightly. Along with that, his body felt as if it were sinking and also standing on edge with sensitivity, and a series of whimpering moans constantly flowed from between Yoonso’s lips.

Hwi licked his areola as if pressing down on it and finally pushed one more finger into the open hole. As he twisted and stirred his hand, which was trapped as if it would be crushed in the narrow passage, a wet, splashing sound, like stepping in a puddle, escaped.

“Haht, ah, I, hng, don’t want to, no, heuugh…!”

“You should say you like it. Hm? Yoon-ah.”

Hwi’s voice grew rough, as if scraping his throat.

As he bit a nipple painfully, as if punishing him, his body shot up with a jolt, and he could not collect his thoughts. It felt as though his body was not his own. In the waves of unfamiliar and overwhelming pleasure that bloomed like a heat rash and consumed his whole body, Yoonso, at a loss, sobbed.

He called out Hwi’s name desperately, and Hwi, while biting and sucking all over Yoonso’s skin, quickened the pace of the hand rummaging inside his walls. By now, his hole was wantonly quivering and swallowing the fingers, and the moment his fingertips struck one spot, an intense pleasure like a bolt of lightning struck his spine.

“Ah…!”

Even a single moan could not fully escape and collapsed. Yoonso, mouth agape, trembled like a person who could do nothing at all. Hwi slipped his tongue into Yoonso’s mouth and took the pooled saliva as if sucking on a sweet candy.

Thick seed-water splattered onto the pale stomach. While Yoonso was lost in the distant afterglow of his climax, Hwi licked up even that, cleaning it all away.