Chapter 225(NSFW)

“……”

Hoeun squeezed his eyes shut.

He was bracing himself for the pain he expected to come.

He could feel the large, firm tip of Taemuk’s cock pressing against his entrance. Terrified, he tightly clenched the blanket in both hands.

Then Taemuk pulled away.

Pressed close again.

Pulled away once more.

Sometimes he slowly rubbed the swollen tip against Hoeun’s folds. Other times he teased with small, shallow motions. And every now and then, he would press down firmly as if he were about to thrust in, making Hoeun tense all over.

“Ah… mmh… ah….”

Hoeun curled his toes inward.

The more Taemuk rubbed against him, the stickier the semen used as lubricant became. The wet sounds coming from below—slick, sticky, embarrassingly lewd—made his face burn.

His sensitive entrance softened quickly.

Even without much force, whenever Taemuk’s tip rubbed against it, the tight opening would cave inward and seem to accept him on instinct.

The folds twitched repeatedly, clinging lightly to the tip before releasing.

Feeling all of that, Hoeun hurriedly gathered the blanket and buried his face in it.

He knew insertion was about to begin.

But then Taemuk leaned over him, casting a shadow across his body, and whispered in a low voice,

“I want to see your face too, Hoeun.”

At those words, Hoeun slowly lowered the blanket and looked up at him with wet eyes.

His cheeks were flushed red from heat, his eyes hazy with pleasure, and sweat gave his face a soft sheen that made him look heartbreakingly beautiful.

Without thinking, Taemuk pressed down slightly.

“Ah….”

The heavy tip pushed into him.

Hoeun’s eyes squeezed shut.

He could clearly feel himself being stretched open.

Taemuk pressed a kiss to his cheek and murmured,

“Does it hurt?”

“I’m… okay.”

“Not that.”

“Just a little… uncomfortable… but… I can endure it.”

“Good. Endure just a little longer.”

Kissing his cheek once more, Taemuk slowly pushed the tip in, then withdrew.

In again.

Out again.

He repeated the motion with only the tip, not going any deeper.

Ten times.

Twenty times.

Eventually the semen coating Hoeun’s entrance turned thick and sticky.

Soft wet sounds filled the room.

“Ah… mm… ngh….”

By then, Hoeun’s knees had begun drawing inward slightly.

His brow was still furrowed, but no longer from pain.

Taemuk noticed immediately.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed deeper.

After several more passes, half of his shaft had entered Hoeun.

“Haa… ngh… mm….”

Hoeun panted heavily.

But he still didn’t look pained.

Seeing that, Taemuk smiled with satisfaction.

He had become quite skilled at taming Hoeun’s narrow, stubborn body.

Or perhaps Hoeun—who learned everything quickly—had simply adapted to him.

Either way, Taemuk was pleased.

Pausing briefly to feel the tight warmth around him, Taemuk exhaled deeply and pulled Hoeun’s slender waist closer.

Then he drew back—

and thrust in.

At the same time, he deliberately pressed against the spot Hoeun liked most.

“Ah—!”

Hoeun gasped, throwing his head back.

His smooth throat arched beautifully, Adam’s apple sharp and visible.

Taemuk watched him obsessively as he kept pressing against that same place.

Again.

And again.

Gradually, the tight tension in Hoeun’s body melted into softness.

Then—

“Hhk….”

Hoeun’s eyes glistened with tears as he opened both arms toward Taemuk.

Naturally, Taemuk lowered himself into that narrow embrace.

Hoeun wrapped both arms tightly around him.

Taemuk held him just as firmly.

With their mismatched bodies pressed chest to chest, they continued moving together.

Taemuk worked into him slowly, unhurriedly.

Each movement made Hoeun tremble and call for him in broken breaths.

“General….”

“Mm.”

“General….”

“I’m here.”

Wet sounds filled the room, layered with soft voices calling for one another.

Wrapped tightly together, they could feel everything—each breath, each moan, even each heartbeat.

“Haa… ah… mm….”

Taemuk moved slowly and sweetly.

Because this wasn’t for him.

This was for Hoeun.

That allowed Hoeun to fully feel every movement inside him.

The heavy, piercing pleasure sent tremors racing down his spine.

Overwhelmed by emotion and sensation alike, Hoeun hugged Taemuk even tighter.

Taemuk’s broad body couldn’t possibly fit fully in his arms, but still he held him tighter and tighter.

“Ah… mm… ngh….”

“Haa….”

Moving slowly, Taemuk kissed him over and over.

On his forehead.

The corners of his eyes.

The bridge of his nose.

His cheeks.

His lips.

Hoeun smiled faintly.

The warmth of each kiss felt unbearably precious.

Then suddenly, unable to fully suppress his rising desire, Taemuk thrust deeply.

Hoeun twisted his head and moaned.

“Ah… it feels… good….”

Sharp pleasure curled through him, making his body instinctively curl inward.

His soft thighs tightened around Taemuk’s waist.

“You like it?”

Taemuk asked with a low laugh.

As he spoke, his large hand stroked down Hoeun’s thigh, then back up his waist, ribs, shoulders, and neck.

“Haa… Hoeun….”

Taemuk continued thrusting steadily, hitting the spot Hoeun loved again and again.

Each time, Hoeun clung to him more desperately.

Sometimes the stimulation overwhelmed him enough to tighten suddenly, duck his chin, or even let tears spill from his eyes.

Taemuk watched every reaction carefully.

“Haa… mm… ah….”

Hoeun felt everything.

How thick Taemuk was.

How long.

How he stretched and pressed against every fold inside him.

How deep he reached.

Sometimes when Hoeun tightened around him without meaning to, he could even feel Taemuk pulse inside him.

Then—

The thick rounded tip dragged hard over his prostate.

A violent spike of pleasure pierced straight through him.

“Ah!”

Hoeun gasped and clutched Taemuk tightly.

His cock, hard once more, rubbed helplessly against Taemuk’s abdomen.

His climax was rushing closer.

Taemuk noticed.

One hand cradled Hoeun’s head.

The other held his back.

Then he drew out slowly—

and thrust deep.

“Hhk!”

Hoeun’s eyes flew wide open.

It felt as though Taemuk had reached all the way into his throat.

His whole body froze.

Taemuk pulled out again—

then drove deep once more.

This time every inch entered him.

Root to tip.

But Taemuk still didn’t stop.

He shifted his hips, pressing even deeper.

Their bodies were flush together now, so close Hoeun’s cheeks flattened slightly against Taemuk.

The pressure on that sensitive spot became unbearable.

Then—

Taemuk stopped moving entirely.

“……”

Hoeun went rigid.

Then his body began trembling.

Small shakes.

Then stronger tremors.

“Aah….”

A thin cry escaped him as climax crashed over him.

Semen spilled in warm streams from his cock, trapped between their bodies.

At the same time, his body clenched tightly around Taemuk, squeezing him hard.

“Kh….”

Taemuk’s brows twisted.

He gave in to the overwhelming wave and came deep inside Hoeun.

Even as he finished, Taemuk moved slowly in and out.

Warm release leaked out, only to be pushed back inside with each movement.

Every time that sensitive spot was brushed again, Hoeun trembled and leaked more weakly.

“Ah….”

After climaxing several more times in trembling aftershocks, Hoeun finally went limp.

His heavy eyelids drooped.

But he forced them open.

He couldn’t sleep yet.

Taemuk couldn’t possibly be satisfied.

At least two more times, he thought.

“More….”

You can do more….

Hoeun weakly tugged at Taemuk’s arm.

But he had no strength left.

It felt more like scratching.

Taemuk chuckled softly and whispered near his ear,

“That’s enough. More than enough.”

“Liar….”

Even half-asleep, Hoeun managed to glare at him.

Taemuk laughed again.

Carefully, he withdrew.

The moment that overwhelming heat left his body, Hoeun shivered.

“Mm….”

His whole body felt strangely cold now.

“It’s not a lie. Stop worrying and sleep.”

Taemuk pulled the blanket over him and wrapped him up snugly.

Then he held him close and pressed a long kiss to his round forehead.

“……”

The familiar weight around him made Hoeun’s eyes finally close.

Taemuk’s embrace was too warm.

Too comforting.

And after climaxing twice, exhaustion dragged him under.

In the end, Hoeun let go of all worry and anxiety and sank into Taemuk’s arms.

“Sleep well, Hoeun.”

Taemuk gently patted his back until he drifted off.

But after some time—

Hoeun’s eyes fluttered open again.

“General….”

“Mm? What is it? Thirsty? Want some water?”

Taemuk gently brushed hair away from Hoeun’s eyes.

But Hoeun looked at him through sleepy eyes and whispered in a tiny voice—

“I love you.”(연모해요 yeonmohaeyo )

 

• “연모해요” → More poetic and old-fashioned than a simple “I love you.” It carries deep affection, devotion, and romantic longing.