BW C132(NSFW)

Chapter 132(NSFW)

It was swollen hard, scorching hot — like a stake fresh from the fire. The sensation made Hoeun’s spine go stiff.

“Then spread your legs.”

Taemuk’s voice was rough, thick with breath and heat.

“…”

Hoeun hesitated, then slowly opened his legs. The movement was sluggish, almost timid — but Taemuk neither hurried nor scolded him. When Hoeun had parted his thighs enough to take him—

“Good.”

A brief kiss touched Hoeun’s cheek, feather-light. His tense brows, drawn tight from nerves, slackened just a little.

Taemuk positioned his tip against the softened, yielding entrance — stretched loose and parted from earlier. Hoeun flinched; its size alone stirred memories.

He bit down on his lower lip, steadying himself.

“…”

He would be fine. Today, Taemuk was gentle. Warm. It would not hurt — and even if it did, he could bear it. He was Taemuk’s iin, and this was his duty.

But his heart would not settle. So he simply shut his eyes tight.

Then—

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

The low command allowed no refusal. Hoeun’s eyes snapped open, wide and frightened. Taemuk stared down at him with those deep black irises — dark, profound, yet not cold. No — they simmered quietly.

“Yes. Keep looking. Don’t look away.”

He swept Hoeun’s hair gently aside.

“…Yes.”

Hoeun nodded faintly and fixed his gaze on Taemuk.

And the penetration began. The firm, smooth head pushed in, prying him open. Despite his fears, Hoeun’s entrance received it readily — welcoming him.

But that welcome extended only to the tip. The moment it slipped past, his inner walls clamped tight, resisting as though closing a gate.

“Hh….”

Hoeun’s eyes pinched at the corners. His belly already felt full, painfully stretched — as if he would tear. He looked up, eyes wet — and Taemuk kissed the corner of his eye before pushing deeper.

“Kkh…”

Hoeun clenched his teeth, determined to endure. He was good at enduring. But Taemuk was so much larger than memory — longer, thicker, heavier. When a third of it was in, Hoeun’s breath stuttered.

He finally reached out, trembling fingers bracing on Taemuk’s chest.

“J-just… wait… a moment…”

He didn’t want to stop — merely needed time to adjust. But Taemuk drew back instead. Then—

“Hhk!”

He thrust halfway in again. Then out. Then in. With each movement, Hoeun’s throat tightened and released in helpless rhythm.

“Ah… nn, ngh…”

Though slick from Taemuk’s saliva, the entrance clung with tight, elastic resistance — making crude, wet sounds as the rounded head slid in and out. Chup, chop, slrp, pop. Vulgar noises, but Hoeun hardly heard them — fear made his ears ring.

After several gliding motions, the pain ebbed — replaced by something else. Not like the tongue — different. Sparks tingled down his limbs, heat sweeping his body.

This… this level of penetration… I can handle this, he began to think—

And then—

—shlck.

While he relaxed, the shaft surged deep, filling him suddenly to his core. Something inside was struck — sharply, perfectly — and white flashed before his eyes.

“Hhn!”

Hoeun’s head snapped back, hair fluttering. His once-spent sex twitched — slowly rising again.

Taemuk’s eyes gleamed at the change. He withdrew slowly — and his inner walls clung, refusing to let go.

“Ha…”

A quiet laugh escaped Taemuk. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the sensation, while Hoeun panted painfully, chest rising and falling.

Taemuk pulled back to just below the head — then pressed in again, deliberately grazing that same spot.

“A-ahhn!”

Hoeun’s shoulders curled, nails raking Taemuk’s arm, trying to stop him.

“G-General, w-wait, it—”

He couldn’t finish. Taemuk pressed that spot again — again — teasing, prodding, scraping lightly as he sank deeper, inch by inch.

“Nn, ngh, ha… mnn…”

Each thrust drew a new shiver — flickering, jolting, trembling differently every time.

Taemuk watched all of it. Watched every twitch, every breath, every tear-wet lash.

Cute. No — adorable. Precious.

Hoeun’s whole body shouted that this was his first time feeling these sensations. His quivering movements, his wavering eyes, lashes wet and heavy, the bottom lip he kept biting.

Taemuk thrust deeper, carefully, reverently. Hoeun’s entrance clung tight around him — that heavenly hold nearly made him lose control. He gritted his teeth. He could not finish yet. He wanted to reach Hoeun’s very end. There, he was certain, waited rapture beyond anything yet known.

So he pressed on — melting him, stretching him, coaxing him open — until at last, the entire length was inside him.

“Haa…”

Taemuk lifted his torso, head thrown back as he exhaled. His Adam’s apple jutted sharply, chest swelling like something might burst through.

“Hh…”

Hoeun, by contrast, looked terrified, pale as frost. Even without looking down, he knew he was filled completely — coarse hair brushed his damp entrance.

“Ah…”

Hoeun pressed a trembling hand to his abdomen, fearing he might feel himself torn open. It wasn’t pain — not truly — but the sheer fullness frightened him. His stomach bulged slightly, intact but stretched. Yet fear lingered — it felt as if the thing reached his throat. Breathing was hard — ragged, catching, breaking. His vision flickered, spine alternating cold and heat.

As he struggled, Taemuk lowered his weight further.

“No— no, no. I’ll tear, I’ll tear—”

Panicked, Hoeun pushed at his chest. His thin wrists shook violently, as though they’d snap. Taemuk caught his hand, kissed his palm.

“Does it hurt?”

Hoeun hesitated. Did it? Not exactly. Not ripping, not splitting pain — just overwhelming pressure.

Sweat beaded at his temples and brow. He shook his head. Taemuk brushed stray hair from his cheek.

“Then what?”

Hoeun fell silent, unable to speak. He looked away — and Taemuk withdrew slightly, only to grind in again.

“Hnn!”

Hoeun gasped, startled, staring at him.

“Tell me. I won’t know unless you say it.”

His voice was gentle. Hoeun murmured haltingly:

“Just… it’s… strange. Strange.”

It was clumsy phrasing — but true. No other word fit.

Taemuk chuckled. Hoeun looked up — and Taemuk bit his lower lip lightly before letting go.

“Me too.”

“…You too?”

“Ever since I met you, everything feels that way.”

Hoeun blinked. He didn’t understand. Was that good or bad? But then Taemuk clarified, rare certainty in his voice:

“Of course, this moment is the best of all.”

Hoeun’s brows rose slightly. And only then did he truly see Taemuk.

Sweat beaded across his brow. His black hair clung wet to his face. A thick vein pulsed at his temple. His breath was uneven. His body burned where it touched Hoeun’s.

He was aroused.

Because of me.

Because of me.

This powerful, overwhelming man—

Hoeun stared at him, eyes trembling — then suddenly wrapped his arms around Taemuk, hugging him tight, as if embracing a mountain.

He didn’t know why. He simply… wanted to.