BW C95(NSFW)

Chapter 95(NSFW)

 

“Hngh, mmph…”

Hoeun clutched tightly at Taemuk’s arm, lips sucked raw beneath his. Whether it was to push him away or to endure him, even he didn’t know.

But it was not a wise move—or rather, it was good for Taemuk, but hardly for Hoeun. The more he touched Taemuk, the more vigor surged through him. Lust came as an aftertaste. Clinging to him like this was the same as throwing fuel on a burning fire.

Even as they kissed, Taemuk never let his gaze leave Hoeun’s face. A dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes, and he thrust his tongue deeper. He sucked at the plump little lips whole, slurping them, drawing nearer and nearer. Unable to resist his strength, Hoeun’s head was forced back, bowing beneath him.

“Huuh, mm, nngh…”

Hoeun pressed against his chest in desperation. Taemuk exhaled sharply through his nose like a beast, then slid his free hand into the water. He shoved aside the sodden under-robe floating there and seized the soft swell of his backside in a firm grip.

“Ahh!”

Hoeun’s eyes flew open, shocked. Before he could react, his knees buckled beneath Taemuk’s pull, his body sinking lower. Water rose up to his chest, and between his buttocks he felt the thick heat of Taemuk’s sex. A cold shiver raked his spine.

“Mmph—hngh—mmphhh…”

He shook his head furiously, thrashing. Kisses—he could endure a dozen, a hundred. But not this. Not being taken from behind.

He could not avoid it forever, but not now. Not yet. He still remembered too well how much it hurt, how degrading it felt. At least, let the memory fade first—only then could he bear it again.

Hoeun twisted with all his might to escape, but the more he struggled, the tighter Taemuk’s grip on his nape and his ass became. His buttocks felt as if they would burst in his grasp. Shaking his head wildly, Hoeun finally forced his tongue free and cried out.

“General—General! Please, wait—just a moment—”

“Haa… come here.”

Taemuk’s dark eyes were clouded, half-dazed. He tugged at Hoeun’s head again, aiming for his lips, but Hoeun shook his head desperately, body flailing, splashing water in frantic waves.

“N-no… no! I don’t want this! Not this… General…”

Tears welled thick in Hoeun’s eyes. His fingers curled like claws, scratching at Taemuk’s chest. But though Hoeun’s fingertips reddened and stung, Taemuk’s flesh bore not a single mark.

More than strange, it was terrifying. No matter what he did, he could not escape Taemuk’s hold.

Then suddenly, Taemuk yanked him close, crushing him against his chest. His hand clamped Hoeun’s nape, forcing their eyes to lock. In those black pupils, Hoeun’s terror was laid bare.

“G-General…”

Hoeun’s breath came broken, choking, as if he were about to collapse into a fit. Taemuk, holding his gaze, spoke low.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“….”

Hoeun froze. He looked up at him in stunned silence. A tear slid down his cheek. Taemuk wiped it away with his thumb and repeated,

“I said—I won’t hurt you.”

“….”

“So just… stay still.”

He did not promise to stop. He did not promise to end it. Such promises were impossible. Just as this day had been relentless for Hoeun, so it was for Taemuk. He had spent too much strength. Not sinking his teeth into Hoeun at this very moment was already a struggle.

“….”

Hoeun gave no answer. His eyes remained wide, full of fear. Taemuk’s broad hand slid down to grasp both his chin and throat at once, steady, and he leaned forward slowly—so slowly Hoeun had no excuse not to prepare.

Their lips brushed. Taemuk sucked lightly once, then released. Again, on the upper lip. Then the lower. Then he took both lips fully into his mouth, held, and finally tilted his head to kiss him deep.

“….”

Hoeun obeyed, still and unmoving. Yet his shoulders remained raised, tense; the fingertips braced against Taemuk’s chest dug in hard. His collarbone trembled so sharply it seemed it might snap.

The kiss went on—thick, languid, yet strangely tender. It was like being melted into chocolate, Taemuk slowly tasting him away. With each touch of his lips, tongue, and heat, Hoeun’s taut body unwound little by little.

By the time calm returned to him, Taemuk’s cock pressed again between his buttocks.

“Ahh…”

Hoeun stiffened all over, undoing every scrap of composure he’d gained. His wide eyes shivered with panic. Terrified. Wanting it to stop. Wanting to flee. Those thoughts crowded every corner of his mind. But through them, Taemuk’s words reverberated—

I won’t hurt you.

I said—I won’t hurt you.

He had to believe. No—he had no choice but to. Escape was impossible. Hope could only cling to those words.

Taemuk shifted him, sliding his cock firmly into the cleft of his rear. Not inside—just between the cheeks. His sex was too thick, too large to sink fully, but the tender flesh gave all the sensation he craved.

He exhaled hotly, then began to rock Hoeun up and down. The heavy shaft rubbed between him, sliding along the cleft.

“Ahh…”

Hoeun hunched at the unfamiliar friction. It didn’t hurt, but it terrified him still. The thought of Taemuk’s cock slipping into his hole, tearing him open, hollowing him out—it twisted his lungs in dread.

Yet each time fear crested, Taemuk’s tongue licked softly along his palate or pressed warmly against his tongue, as if to say: Don’t worry. It won’t happen.

But still—he couldn’t believe it. The cock kept grinding, thick, hard, veined, scraping back and forth between his cheeks.

Each thrust of Taemuk’s hips, each shake of Hoeun’s body, sent the water sloshing high. Rising halfway to Hoeun’s chest, the waves tickled at his nipples.

It was then that a strange new sensation pricked through him.

“Hngh—hah—nngh…”

He felt it sharply the moment the blunt, smooth head of Taemuk’s cock struck squarely against the wrinkled rim of his entrance. A misplaced thrust, forceful enough to press the folds deep, though not to breach.

Hoeun’s shoulders shot up. Gooseflesh rippled down his arms.

“Mmnn…”

His moans shifted in tone—nasal, edged with something unfamiliar. Taemuk’s brows twitched, catching it.

From then on, he targeted the rim. The round, swollen head rubbed insistently. It scraped upward over the pleated ring, then dragged down again.

“Nngh, mmh, ahh…”

The tingling sensation spread, sharp and uncanny. It wasn’t wholly foreign. He had felt something like it before—yes, when Taemuk had once smeared ointment on his torn hole, his thumb smoothing the wrinkled skin.

But this—this was tenfold sharper.

Taemuk kept thrusting upward, grinding against the ring. Each time his stone-like thighs locked between Hoeun’s, his soft buttocks quivered like waves. At times, his strength misjudged, the head jabbed directly at the rim, and Hoeun cried out, high and tremulous. Beneath the rippling water, his cock stirred, half-erect, gleaming faintly.

At that, Taemuk ceased rocking him. Instead, he seized his cock beneath the water, pressed the head to the tiny hole, and began to rub in small, steady circles.

Glans and rim locked flush, grinding, pressing, spreading the folds. Hoeun’s body shook in shivers, spasms rattling through him.

“Mmmh, ahh, nngh…”

Hoeun shook his head, no, no. He didn’t want it. The sensation was too strange, too dangerous. If he kept feeling it, something dreadful would happen. It wasn’t like when Taemuk forced him to climax—it was a new fear altogether.

But Taemuk didn’t stop. Couldn’t. The more he rubbed, the softer the rim grew. And the softer it grew, the more it twitched, the more it clung, gently nipping at the head with each press. The maddening tease of it made his eyes darken like ink.

“Ahnn, mmph…”

Hoeun clawed at Taemuk’s chest, body heating. A heat unlike his familiar fevers. His body burned, and Taemuk’s cock burned hotter, grinding deeper, and the boiling bath engulfed them both. The edges of his vision swam, white and hazy.