IH Ch 88(Mild NSFW)

Chapter 88(Mild NSFW)

He felt a hot mass inside his chest grow larger, its presence swelling within him. Jae-i, who now felt far more nauseous than before, sat up. The sudden movement made the mattress creak, but all of Jae-i’s attention was focused solely on Dohwa.

Staring at Dohwa lying beneath him, Jae-i cupped his face with both hands. He gently caressed the small face that seemed like it could fit in one hand, pressing and then releasing the soft cheek with his thumb, before he couldn’t hold back anymore and leaned in. He placed several pecking kisses, and each time, his heart pounded harder in a strange rhythm. The loud thudding in his ears made his head spin. Then, Dohwa parted his lips and stuck out his tongue.

“……”

Jae-i, his back stiff with tension, drew his neck in. Reacting to his startled response, Dohwa extended his tongue further. He raised his small tongue to press against Jae-i’s lips, then slowly licked them sideways. Jae-i’s head instinctively began to pull back. But before he could retreat completely, Dohwa wrapped his arms tightly around his neck and gently sank his teeth into Jae-i’s lower lip. As he bit down softly, Jae-i’s lips parted, and Dohwa’s tongue slipped inside.

As the tongue pushed between his parted lips, mixing with his breath, Jae-i tightly shut his eyes. Then, grasping Dohwa’s face again, he pressed his lips back onto Dohwa’s.

He didn’t know how to do it, but once shown just a little, instincts took over. At first, Jae-i licked only around the lips like Dohwa had done, but then he slipped his tongue into the narrow opening. The moment his tongue touched the moist, warm inner flesh, a tightness formed in his solar plexus. His heart beat even faster than before, threatening to burst.

Enveloped in overwhelming excitement that refused to settle, Jae-i entangled and pulled Dohwa’s tongue with his own, sucking on it, swallowing the pooled saliva without hesitation. Their touching lips grew wetter, and their breaths mingled roughly. His rising body heat made sweat form on his forehead.

It was hot and suffocating. Still pressing his lips to Dohwa’s, Jae-i reached for his shirt. As he tried to lift it over his head, he realized their lips would separate—and he didn’t want that—so he simply tore it apart. At the sound of ripping fabric, Dohwa placed a hand on Jae-i’s waist.

Wherever Dohwa’s hand touched felt as if it was seared. Jae-i took Dohwa’s lips into his mouth and gently mouthed them. Unable to contain his excitement, he sucked on the small lips harder without realizing, causing Dohwa’s body to flinch. Sensing that tiny reaction, Jae-i finally pulled away.

Haa, haa, hak.

Breaths tangled in the air, too indistinct to tell whose was whose. Out of breath, only panting, his vision blurred. Shaking his head, sweat trickled down his cheek. Jae-i tried to check Dohwa’s condition. Just as he thought to ask if he was alright, Dohwa began unbuttoning his pajama top. Though gasping as much as he was, Dohwa undid each button, one by one—and Jae-i could only stare blankly.

“……”

Jae-i reached into the opening of the pajamas. Dohwa, who had been undoing the lower buttons, paused and looked up at him. When he saw the gaze Jae-i directed down at him, he shrank his shoulders. Jae-i’s long fingers slipped into the gap in the clothes.

Soft, yielding skin. It felt so thin and fragile that he feared even the slightest pressure might harm it. Yet, Jae-i couldn’t pull his hand away, continuing to explore until he hesitated.

He had found a small nub under his fingers. Hesitating briefly, he moved further. Pressing and releasing the soft, small lump with his middle finger, he felt Dohwa clench the hand that had been unbuttoning. After a few more prods, Jae-i gripped it gently between two fingers. Feeling it compress under his touch, he then used the back of his hand to push the clothes aside. Gazing down at the exposed chest, Jae-i lowered a hand to one side and whispered in a subdued voice.

“…Can I go further?”

In the darkness, Dohwa slowly nodded. His reaction was slower than before. Though Jae-i sensed the hesitation, he knew that at this point, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

Jae-i continued to fondle Dohwa’s flat chest. It was a smooth, featureless chest, but still, he couldn’t remove his hands. As he kept gently playing with it, he flicked the now firm nub with his thumb, prompting a small sound from Dohwa.

“Ah…”

At the sound, a tingle ran through Jae-i’s ears. Drawn as if by an invisible thread, he lowered his head.

He slid his arms under Dohwa’s slender waist. Propped up on his knees, he hugged Dohwa’s waist and pressed his face into the slightly lifted chest. Extending his tongue, he licked the chest. Again and again, he lapped at it until the now dampened nub was enveloped by his lips and rolled with his tongue. Letting the pooling saliva spill, he opened his mouth wide and sucked hard on the nub and flesh all at once.

“Mm, hhng!”

Dohwa, who had been gasping the entire time Jae-i sucked his chest, could no longer endure it and moaned helplessly. Even that sound felt stimulating. Jae-i, whose head was flushed with heat and dizziness, continued to fervently suck Dohwa’s chest while kneading the other side.

There was almost nothing to grasp, but the soft flesh that met his fingers and palms felt pleasant. The more he gathered it, the better it filled his hand in small mounds, making it impossible for him to stop.

What finally snapped Jae-i out of his frenzy was the hand threading through his hair. As the fingers gently swept his hair and reached his scalp, he finally let go of what he had been sucking. With a pop, the spit-covered flesh gleamed wetly. The erect nub now looked nearly one and a half times swollen from all the sucking.

It must hurt. The thought crossed his mind, and Jae-i hurriedly raised his head.

“Are you alri—…”

His voice, trying to ask the question, cracked. Surprised by the unfamiliar sound of his own voice, he fell silent. Trying to steady his breathing, he took a deep breath and slowly lowered his gaze—only to see Dohwa’s hand gripping something over his pants.

“……”

At first, he only noticed Dohwa’s hand. But soon, he saw his own arousal straining against the fabric, held tightly in Dohwa’s grasp. He had been so lost in the heat clouding his head that he hadn’t even realized how hard he was. But more pressing than that…

Jae-i didn’t know what to do about Dohwa’s hand gripping him over the bulging pants. While still catching his breath, Jae-i noticed something else. Dohwa’s own front was also tented. The moment he saw it, his hand moved on its own. As he pulled down Dohwa’s pants, Dohwa, seemingly startled, tried to close his legs. But it wasn’t as though the underwear lifting up could be hidden.

Fearing Dohwa might change positions, Jae-i quickly slid his hand down to his thigh. What he grasped there was already wet. Whether it was from ejaculation or not, the area around the underwear was soaked, and somehow that made it feel even less of a barrier.

“Ah, wait…!”

Panting, Dohwa gripped Jae-i’s arousal even tighter.

“……!”

Jae-i flinched, curling his back and lowering his head. A tug in his lower abdomen made his body tremble.

His vision briefly turned white. Drenched in the intensity of the sensation, Jae-i blinked blankly. As sweat trickled down from his brow, he rapidly blinked and raised his head.

“……”

In the dark, his gaze met Dohwa’s. Seeing the eyes quietly fixed on him, Jae-i swallowed hard and once again lunged for Dohwa’s lips.

Hot. From head to toe, he felt as if something boiling wrapped around him. That something was Dohwa. He knew Dohwa was much smaller than him, but whenever Dohwa clung to him or wrapped his arms around his head, it truly felt like being enveloped completely. So hot it was hard to breathe—his vision spun.

He frantically clung to Dohwa. It was called clinging, but at times it felt like he was hugging or holding him too tightly, making him flinch and raise his head. Each time, though breathless, Dohwa would embrace Jae-i’s head, kiss his forehead or cheek, and whisper, “It’s okay,” as if he understood exactly what Jae-i was afraid of.

He worried about hurting Dohwa from getting overly excited. There were times when he rubbed his arousal against Dohwa’s while taking it out, but if he felt he was going too far, he’d grab himself tightly. Each time, Dohwa would guide his hand, gently stroking the tip or teasing it softly with his fingers. That alone was enough to make him lose control again.

Jae-i kept going between Dohwa’s neck, shoulders, and chest—kissing, sucking, breathing in deeply. As he kissed, he licked up all the spilled saliva. Throughout, one of Jae-i’s hands remained firmly wrapped around his own arousal.

He’d hardly ever masturbated before. There hadn’t been situations that aroused him, and when he did feel something, he’d exhaust his body through sweat-inducing labor instead. But this time was different. He smelled Dohwa’s scent over and over, and with Dohwa clinging to his head, he continued to rub himself.

He didn’t even remember how many times he climaxed. He did it so much he thought his skin might peel off, and when Dohwa pressed his arousal between his thighs again, he froze like a machine that had broken down.

Dohwa rubbed his arousal between the soft flesh of his inner thighs or used his hand to stimulate the upper part. When he pressed his thumb under the tip or gently prodded the opening, Jae-i came repeatedly, unable to resist. He blankly accepted the pleasure Dohwa gave until he eventually leaned back against the bed and pulled Dohwa onto his lap. Every time Dohwa rocked his hips with his arms around Jae-i’s neck, Jae-i’s arousal, pinned between Dohwa’s parted buttocks, was rubbed and pressed. Gasping with his eyes closed, Jae-i buried his nose so deeply into Dohwa’s arm that it flattened against the skin—and fell asleep just like that.

When he opened his eyes, thankfully, it was still before dawn. He couldn’t be sure. Maybe a whole day had passed. But if that had happened, Ahn Yuna wouldn’t have stayed quiet. She’d either show up herself or blow up his phone, demanding to know what he was doing.

Hwang Jae-i looked over at Dohwa, who was limp and sprawled across his body. As soon as he saw Dohwa’s face, he flinched. White, dried stains were all over Dohwa’s face—there was no need to even guess what they were. They were also on his hair and shoulders. Jae-i tried to brush them off but soon gave up. When he saw Dohwa’s swollen eyelids, bruised lips, and blotchy skin, he swallowed the breath that rose to his throat.

“……”

His expression turned grave as memories of what had happened with Dohwa flooded back. None of it seemed possible to recall with a sound mind. Even in his daze, Jae-i felt tension tighten in his lower abdomen, and he muttered softly, “Stop,” before immediately getting up.