AAGULT Ch 47(18+)

Chapter 47

He realized while having sex with him that the act itself was far filthier, hotter, and stickier than he’d imagined. It was never an innocent or fresh experience.

Rubbing a cock, already soaked with precum, between the crevice of one’s buttocks while pants hung halfway down might feel good for the one doing it, but for the one on the receiving end, it was nothing short of embarrassing and filthy. The squelching, wet noises were accompanied by a fishy odor.

“Mm, uh…”

What made it worse was the constant anxiety that someone might walk in at any moment. The door was locked, but given the violent battle raging outside that made the entire building tremble, there was no telling when someone might break it down and come in.

At the same time, he also knew the man wouldn’t stop unless something interrupted him. If he didn’t want to die from being fucked into oblivion, he had to make sure to get him off once before anything went in.

He moved the hand resting against the wall to press down on Aiden’s shoulder. Then, reaching his other hand behind him, he fumbled until he grasped the cock rubbing between his buttocks. It would’ve been easier to use both hands, but the position made that impossible.

Since Aiden was thrusting up from beneath him, his body swayed lightly up and down as if they were already having sex, making it difficult to maintain a firm grip. He focused and squeezed properly, moving his hand. With his thumb, he rubbed the shallow groove along the urethral opening, pretending to caress him, but in truth, he was trying to push away the sticky, overly intimate cock that kept pressing against his buttocks. It tickled and embarrassed him.

“Jaeha…”

“Y-Yes…”

“I want to put it in…”

“…No, no. You can’t.”

This wasn’t about preserving some fragile sense of masculine pride anymore. It was a matter of survival. They weren’t in a proper bed like last time with ample prep and plenty of lube, nor was he just being serviced orally.

Even back then, with all the prep, they hadn’t managed to go all the way in. There was no way it would work now. Whispering with a voice laced in panic, he tried to plead for mercy, pumping Aiden’s cock more desperately with his hand. The man, who had been panting against Jaeha’s nape, let out a soft laugh.

He lowered his head. Trying to take off his worn, faded black t-shirt had failed due to the harness tangled around him, so instead, he sucked over the fabric.

“Ugh, ugh… Can you not do that there?”

“Don’t wanna.”

“At least… at least take it off…”

“You pervert.”

“……”

He’d had his first kiss with this man. Naturally, he was also the first to suck his chest. Every time his unexpectedly sensitive nipples brushed against the damp fabric of his shirt, a strange sensation twisted in his lower abdomen, tensing his entire body.

“Ah, ngh…”

Slurp, slurp. He made exaggerated sucking noises as he fussed over him. With his teeth, he lightly grazed him. The pressure of that broad, flat tongue grinding over his chest through the rough cloth made all the hairs on his body stand on end. He instinctively tightened his grip on the cock in his hand. He was sure it would be red and swollen once the clothes came off.

[He really just wants me in the harness, doesn’t he…]

While Jaeha debated whether to push him away, their eyes met. Aiden had buried his face in Jaeha’s chest, rolling his eyes upward to look at him.

He read his thoughts. And Jaeha saw it—himself, wearing only the harness, bawling and trying to cover the marks Aiden left on him.

…Why did his imagined self always end up crying in Aiden’s fantasies? Did the man have a thing for tears?

[Even if I beg, he’ll still say no, won’t he?]

Of course he would…

Jaeha turned his eyes away in resignation. Just then, Aiden’s hand, which had been firmly gripping his hips and grinding against him, slid down to his ass. Forcing his hand beneath the half-covering cloth, he greedily kneaded the soft flesh.

“Ugh…”

Aiden was the one in heat, so why was he the one suffering? He really hoped his half-hard cock hadn’t been noticed—but of course, Aiden picked up on it right away and smiled like he was squinting at something bright.

“I haven’t even spanked you yet and you’re already hard. You like that, don’t you, Jaeha?”

“D-Don’t! Don’t hit me… The sound, people might hear…”

“It’s loud outside. I’m sure it’s fine…”

Smack! Despite Jaeha’s feeble protest, Aiden raised his fair hand and struck him.

“Ack!”

The sound was so sharp and crisp it startled him into a breath. His gaze instinctively darted to the door. It was still noisy outside, so the risk of being discovered was low, but if they were discovered, it’d be a disaster—for him.

Who would believe that this angelic man had seduced him into this situation? A hundred out of a hundred would assume Jaeha had forced him down…

“Man, if I’d gone in, we’d really be fucked. Look at this dent between your cheeks. Why are you clenching so hard?”

“Y-You hit me so hard…”

Aiden teased him openly, gently rubbing the reddened flesh where his handprint had formed. Jaeha, overcome with frustration and injustice, complained in a teary voice, which only made Aiden laugh.

He had seemed pitiful earlier, barely able to stay coherent, but now he looked almost relaxed. It was annoying.

With guiding energy slowly building between them and his mind fogging with heat, Jaeha might’ve been seeing things…

Aiden struck him again. Then, he cupped his ass with both hands, kneaded it, and pulled the cheeks apart. The area, already drenched with precum from all the grinding, was suddenly exposed to the cool air and felt strange—cold and tingly. And then…

“Aiden, Aiden-hyung. I… I think I’m a pervert…”

He was hard.

That meant he liked it.

Jaeha murmured in horror, blaming himself. As someone still relatively new to all this, he couldn’t believe he was getting off on something this deviant.

Especially not here, of all places—outside, at a mission cleanup site, without even a bed. And yet… he was hard. He felt like crying.

Aiden, as if confirming the most obvious thing in the world, replied,

“You didn’t know?”

“Ugh…”

“You’re a pervert, Jaeha.”

Smack! The already reddened skin was struck again. Jaeha dropped the cock he was holding. Slap. The fully erect shaft slapped against his ass. A strange, shameful moan escaped him—a sound he could hardly believe had come from himself.

Aiden casually curved his finger and scratched around the red, aroused entrance. Jaeha gave up, wrapping his arms around Aiden’s neck and burying his face into his shoulder. His heart pounded furiously.

Maybe the blood was rushing faster, but breathing felt difficult.

“Aiden, Aiden-hyung… Aiden-ssi…”

“Yes. It’s okay. You remember, right? The little sting.”

“Damn you…”

“Haha.”

Comfortably positioned now, Aiden slid in his middle finger, helped by the slippery precum. He only inserted the first joint, wiggling it slightly. The hard, hot tip of his cock bumped repeatedly against Jaeha’s buttocks.

It was long enough to reach his waist, though the plushness of Jaeha’s ass compressed it. Unsurprisingly, Aiden was ecstatic.

“Haa…”

With Jaeha’s face buried in his shoulder, there was no need to keep up appearances. His grin stretched across his face like a sly little fox.

Tilting his flushed face, he pressed his cheek against Jaeha’s head, rubbing gently.

His expression was filthy, but his handsome features lent him the air of a merciful priest hearing a confession. He whispered sweetly,

“Ugh…”

“You know something, Jaeha?”

“W-What…?”

Thrust, thrust, thrust. His middle finger plunged in and out, scratching the soft inner walls. Just one finger was enough to make Jaeha’s vision spin.

As Aiden spoke, Jaeha struggled to keep his focus while his core muscles twitched involuntarily.

“Usually, the Guide is on the bottom. Haven’t you ever wanted to fuck me instead?”

Even though he hadn’t even fully inserted one finger yet, he was already beginning to work in his ring finger as well.

There was no lube. It was a near-forced insertion.

And this was the same guy who’d only taken half his cock in. Why was using his fingers suddenly no big deal?

Ignoring how Jaeha’s body was resisting him, Aiden shoved them in with force.

“Nngh… I-I don’t know. Ngh.”

Jaeha’s vision exploded with sparks. Gulping down his breath, Aiden’s question swirled in his head—had he never wanted to fuck him?

He didn’t know.

At first, he’d just desperately wanted Aiden’s guiding.

Any kind of contact with him felt good—even violence. That alone said everything.

So he never really cared about who topped whom.

After being taken the first time and suffering for days after, he had thought maybe it was a good thing he was the one on the bottom, not the delicate and pretty Aiden.

And after that… it had already happened.

He never thought too hard about it.

He just liked Aiden. Aiden’s hands, Aiden’s everything. So he’d simply nodded along like a fool to whatever he wanted.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you, you know.”

“Who… who exactly…”

Aiden spoke in a humming, almost singsong tone.

The thrill and excitement in his voice were unmistakable.

No matter how smitten Jaeha might be, he couldn’t hear it as anything but twisted.

Chills raced down his spine, coiling in his lower belly with a surreal intensity.