FETCH 44

The place Han Kang headed while holding Jaechan was indeed the bed. As if he had no intention of ending things there in the first place, he laid Jaechan down carefully on the bed and immediately stripped off his shirt.

As his solid upper body was revealed, the buckle of his pants was undone. With the “zip” sound of the zipper sliding down, his soaking wet drawers were visible. His already angry penis was poking its head out from below his thigh. Having held back for a long time, the glans was glistening, covered in pre-ejaculate.

Jaechan swallowed hard. Even though he had already ejaculated, anticipation swelled for the even greater stimulation that lay in wait. It seemed Han Kang had also sobered up, as his gaze was sharp; he immediately climbed on top of Jaechan’s body, scowling as he rubbed his penis against Jaechan’s now-flaccid one.

“You… you know who I am while doing this, right? You’re not going to forget later or anything, right?”

Jaechan asked cautiously.

If Han Kang were to rush in and have a relationship first, then wake up the next day and take a completely different attitude, Jaechan felt he would be upset. It was a kind of defense mechanism, but Han Kang cocked an eyebrow and looked at Jaechan.

“How could I forget this?”

“You’re the one who rushed in first.”

“I know.”

“You’re not just doing this randomly because you’re drunk.”

“I’m not, honey.”

Jaechan wanted to ask what he was thinking, but Han Kang pressed his body closer as if telling him not to talk anymore. A deep exclamation, “Ah,” escaped his lips as he pressed his waist down and rubbed his cock.

As if it were hard to endure, the upward pressure was quite stimulating, so a faint change in expression began to cloud Jaechan’s face as well.

Jaechan, clutching the sheets, was soon squirming his hips beneath him in turn. The sensation of the hard cock being rubbed with only a thin layer of cloth between them was crazily good. Thrills rushed in one after another, making him breathless. His body, which was already as sensitive as could be because he had just ejaculated, was accepting every stimulus without filter.

His cock became erect again in an instant. Pre-ejaculate was leaking bit by bit from the cock, where even the veins were bulging. Then Han Kang pulled his cock out and gripped it. A wet, erotic noise came from his grip as he shook the glistening cock a few times.

“I… I don’t think you should put it in right away…”

Jaechan stopped Han Kang’s hand as he brought the glans between his buttocks. Though the space between his buttocks was already twitching and his body was as relaxed as it could be, it was overwhelming to take in something so large and thick all at once.

Han Kang clicked his tongue, “Tsk.” He swept his hair back once as if it were a nuisance, then began to diligently massage around Jaechan’s buttocks. It was an act completely different from the attitude he had shown until now, and because of that, Jaechan felt like his body was melting away.

“Heuu, ah… Eut, ugh…”

“You’re fucking wriggling.”

“Ah, don’t say it out loud.”

“What does it matter?”

“…It’s because I’m embarrassed.”

To be precise, it was awkward, but anyway.

Jaechan glared once at Han Kang, who insisted on narrating the movements in words, and then flopped his head back against the pillow.

The fingers that pushed inside pressed and expanded the inner flesh. He could vividly feel the fingers contracting and then opening inside as if they were breaking him in. Jaechan let out a trembling breath, “Heuu,” and his body shuddered.

As he gripped the sheets even tighter because the incoming stimulation was overwhelming, Han Kang lowered his body and kissed Jaechan’s cheek. He kissed his chin and buried his face in the nape of his neck.

Chills ran down his spine at the eerie sensation of the tongue sticking out and scouring up his neckline. As Jaechan trembled in starts, a breath laced with laughter returned.

“Cute.”

His heart felt like it dropped, “thump,” at the low-echoing words.

Jaechan was scared of his chest, which had begun to beat rapidly. Fearing that Han Kang might feel it, he even held his breath with a sharp “hup.”

At that, Han Kang placed a hand on his chest and patted him soothingly.

“I’m putting it in now.”

With those short words, his fingers slid out. A sense of emptiness hit as the fingers that had been filling him disappeared.

“Heuu, ah, gently, okay? Do it gently.”

Fearing that he might push hard like last time, Jaechan spoke while pushing him away slightly, and Han Kang gave a thick grin and nodded his head.

“Yeah, gently.”

Along with Han Kang’s steady voice repeating the words like a parrot, his cock pushed in steadily. A tight pleasure filled the space between his buttocks as they were pried open roughly. The cock pushing deep inside was so overwhelming that it couldn’t even be compared to a few fingers.

“Heuk.”

Jaechan groaned, “Heuk,” at the feeling of their insides completely interlocking. A rough “thud” sound echoed.

“Ha-ugh…!”

“Ah, fuck…”

Han Kang’s expression crumpled into pieces as he immediately drove it in to the root.

Han Kang, spitting out a curse, gripped Jaechan’s waist tightly. Perhaps because he couldn’t control the strength of his grip, a strong pressure settled on his waist. The feeling of the cock being pushed in, “ssu-ook,” was vivid. At the same time, his thighs convulsed in anticipation of the cock that would “thud” and drive in next.

Jaechan, who unconsciously pointed his toes and lifted his heels, felt the muscles in his calves bunch up tightly but could not bring himself to relax his body. Heat began to gather in ripples again at the power that pressed everywhere and stabbed upward.

Han Kang began to put full force into his hip thrusts. With shallow upward thrusts—thud, thud, thud—the shape of his cock’s head could be seen poking up against Jaechan’s stomach.

When he pushed in deep, “pook,” and ground his hips slowly, a long groan, “Heaaa,” burst out. Tears gathered in the corners of Jaechan’s eyes. What surged out from the ecstatic and hard-to-handle pleasure flowed down without any viscosity.

Jaechan, clutching the pillowcase strongly, melted into the stimulation helplessly. He felt like he was going crazy from the welcome sensation of his organs being crushed.

“Heut, ah! Ugh, ah, aaa… It’s good, ah…!”

As if he had already mastered the exact spots to feel, Han Kang obsessively stabbed upward at one place. He pushed his hips in deep enough to make a “slap,” an embarrassing sound.

“Uuu, heu! Ah, eut…! Haaa, ha-uuu…!”

Jaechan’s body bent as if it were bouncing up, “tung.” As he twisted his body because the pleasure enveloping his entire frame was too much, strength poured into the grip on his waist. As Han Kang’s hip movements grew rougher, the bed creaked in protest. Even though he had bought a fairly expensive frame, it seemed there was no way for it to withstand his strength, and the “creak-creak” echoing sound was incredibly embarrassing.

When Jaechan stopped his breath with a “heuk” because it was so overwhelming he felt like he would stop breathing, Han Kang suddenly swallowed his lips. A hot breath pushed in as if opening an airway. As he swallowed him, their tongues tangled this time. Along with the squelching sound, violent friction noises—thud, thud—arose from below.

He felt like he was going crazy with the pleasure that felt like his insides were being torn open, combined with the pain that felt like his thighs and buttocks were being struck at the same time. His eyes spun and his head tingled.

From the penis that had already ejaculated once, semen was leaking steadily due to the pushing force. The thing that was bobbing and bouncing danced and struck his lower belly, seemingly without a shred of shame.

Thick semen dotted his stomach heavily, pooled in his navel, and then flowed down along his abdominal muscles. Goosebumps broke out at the chill that hit as the heat of the hot semen vanished. Every time Jaechan trembled, his insides contracted and gripped Han Kang’s cock tightly.

Each time, Han Kang narrowed his brows and gritted his teeth. The process of pleasure soaking into his handsome face was visible. He was also starting to feel the urge to ejaculate, his eyelids trembling and the bridge of his nose scrunching.

With a strong upward thrust, “puck,” both of Jaechan’s legs shot toward the ceiling. Soon, his toes curled tightly. Once again, his cock “thumped” and spat out thin semen. The semen that poured out in spurts splashed all the way up to his chest.

“Heuu, heu… Ah, haaa…”

Jaechan felt a thick liquid soaking into his own insides. Whether he had ejaculated at the same time, Han Kang’s chest was also rising and falling busily. Jaechan, who had stroked him with a weak hand, had no strength left to hold onto his fading vision.

All his energy had been snatched away. His entire body was covered in sweat from the rough acts, and his upper body was completely covered in semen. Nevertheless, Han Kang, who held Jaechan without hesitation, still kept his cock pushed inside.

Han Kang, who had been sucking on his neckline with “mwah-mwah” sounds, finally bit down hard on his trapezius muscle. A groan, “eut,” burst out at the stinging sensation. A tooth mark must have been left, but he couldn’t even push him away.

The act of kissing the same spot and slowly licking it up with his tongue only made a vivid chill weigh down on him.

“Honey, dear.”

The touch of the hand softly petting his hair and gently stroking his face was so tender. Even at Han Kang’s call, Jaechan only let out sharp, wheezing breaths.

As his vision drifted far away, Jaechan groaned, “Heuu,” and slowly closed his eyes. He felt a few more thrusts afterward, but he could no longer let out any groans.

“Jaechan, I won’t forget. I won’t forget that I was the one who did it first.”

The tender voice seeped through his blacking-out consciousness. Without even having the chance to reply “yes,” Jaechan fell fast asleep.

Strength returned to the grip on his waist, and the “thud-thud” hip thrusts began again, but even so, Jaechan could no longer make any reaction.