FETCH 45

“Ughhh.”

I can’t tell if the cracked voice I just heard was my own or someone else’s. Jaechan opened his eyes, feeling a pain as if someone were hammering a chisel against his temples.

He had no memory of how the company dinner ended. What did he do? Jaechan squeezed his eyes shut. The moaning sound just now was likely his own. Taking a quick look around, he saw he was home; seeing as the plush mattress felt familiar, the place he was lying was most likely his own bed.

And after coming home…

“Gasp.”

Jaechan, who had been carefully recalling last night, hurriedly covered his mouth. He had wondered why his waist felt so stiff and sore, and it turned out they had actually had sex. With Han Kang.

He tried to sit up in shock but clutched his waist, crying out, “Ow, ow, ow.” Jaechan slowly rolled his eyes to look beside him. There, as if to prove the events of last night, Han Kang was lying right there, fast asleep.

His startled attempt to get up lasted only a moment. Jaechan collapsed back down with a sob and bit his lower lip repeatedly.

How did they end up having sex? He clearly remembered Han Kang carrying him home on his back, but the fragmented memories after that wouldn’t connect smoothly.

Closing his eyes tight, Jaechan tried to force his brain to recall yesterday’s situation. Judging by how sore his lower half was, it seemed they hadn’t just done it once or twice, but all that came to mind was Han Kang’s clear voice.

‘Honey, dear.’

To add to that, there were the tangled moans and ragged breaths.

Then, the late-emerging memory was Han Kang’s vow that he wouldn’t forget. Won’t forget what…? After pondering for a moment, Jaechan suddenly cried out, “Aaargh!” and buried his face in his pillow.

In the midst of all that intensity, he had actually made Han Kang confirm, ‘Don’t forget everything and blame me later.’ He thought he had sobered up a bit at the time, but he had been completely intoxicated. Feeling like he would die of embarrassment, he banged his head against the pillow a few more times, which caused a rustling sound next to him.

Han Kang let out a low “Mmm,” vibrating his vocal cords as he frowned. Turning onto his side, he opened his eyes blearily and looked at him.

“Honey, why are you like this so early in the morning…”

With his voice completely raspy, Han Kang was naked.

As the edge of the blanket slid down and revealed his upper body, Jaechan hurriedly covered him back up with the duvet. Since it was morning, his cock was already standing tall, and seeing Han Kang’s body might have provided even more stimulation.

“About yesterday, yesterday, you know.”

Jaechan, who had pulled the other side of the blanket over to hide his own penis, tentatively broached the subject with Han Kang. Han Kang nodded without a word.

“Do you remember everything?”

“Yeah, I told you I wouldn’t forget.”

“…I thought you said you hated guiding.”

“I do.”

“Then why?”

He asked the question half-expecting that Han Kang finally recognized him as his guide, and half-suspicious that he might be acting on a whim only to say something different later.

“…”

Han Kang shut his mouth tight again.

Then, he planted a “mwah” kiss on him. Jaechan was flustered by the lips that touched and then pulled away so suddenly. His eyes widened, but only for a second. Pressing his body tightly against him, Han Kang began to slide his waist up and down, adding stimulation to their genitals.

His cock was already holding its head up stiffly. Furthermore, since it was rock hard, Jaechan felt the blood rush to his own member as it pushed up against him. The moment Jaechan let out a groan, “Hng,” Han Kang slid a finger deep between Jaechan’s buttocks.

With their cocks pressed together and his buttocks captured, a panicked Jaechan tried to push him away. However, the difference in their strength was so immense that he didn’t budge at all. Besides, with all the energy drained from his body, how much could he really push?

In the midst of that, the guiding waves were being pulled out rapidly. He had surely given plenty of guiding yesterday, so why was so much leaving him again?

Jaechan let out a trembling breath, “Heeuuu,” at the waves exiting him so intensely it made his head feel cold. Regardless, Han Kang kept sucking on Jaechan’s body. He kissed his neck, took his collarbone into his mouth, and then licked his chest.

Earnestly, for a long time, and sensually—as if he were sucking on a delicious candy.

This side of Han Kang made him feel like he was going crazy with unfamiliarity. Jaechan groaned helplessly at the fingers that were thrusting hard between his buttocks while Han Kang simultaneously pressed his waist upward.

“Hng, ugh! Ah…! No, hng, mmph…!”

“Ha, hng… Fuck, seriously…”

Han Kang, who had spat out a rough curse, finally scowled and swept his hair back. Pulling his hand out, Han Kang gripped his firmly swollen cock and pushed it into Jaechan’s inside in one go.

“Aaargh!”

A piercing scream rang out. Even though they had been joined all night, it seemed Jaechan still wasn’t used to it as his legs shot up toward the sky. Despite having slammed his waist in so hard it made a loud “thud” of friction, Han Kang belatedly checked Jaechan’s complexion.

Even so, as if he couldn’t hold back, he began to thrust his waist—thump, thump, thump. With thick veins standing out on his forehead as if possessed and biting his lower lip hard, he scowled deeply and put full force into his hip movements.

“Ah! Heuk, hng…! Ah, just a little, just a little… Han Kang…!”

“Heeuu, ah… It won’t… go the way I want it to, so what do you want me to do.”

Is he really saying that right now?

Jaechan looked up at him with a look of horror, but at the sheer roughness that was rummaging through his insides like crazy, he could only let tears stream down his face.

He knew well enough by now that these weren’t tears shed simply from pain or dislike. The overflowing pleasure had been crashing over him without moderation since last night. It choked his breath, let it go, and then pushed him to his limit until his head spun.

It felt as if his guiding were being extorted. Jaechan took labored, wheezing breaths and gripped Han Kang’s thick forearms. Even then, the waist that was thrusting powerfully—thud, thud—did not slow down in the slightest.

Then, Han Kang leaned his body down low, buried his cock to the very root, and ground his waist slowly, crushing every part of the tender inner walls. Simultaneously, his mouth made erotic, wet noises of saliva as he explored Jaechan’s body without restraint.

“Gasp, ha-ugh, hng…!”

“Ah, ah! Han Kang, Han Kang…! Ah, heuk, ah… Why are you being like this, ah…!”

It was as if all his reason had evaporated. As if he had lost both the need and the method to hold back, Han Kang mindlessly joined their bodies and licked every corner of Jaechan.

Everywhere his soft tongue passed felt so tingly it was driving him mad. While his legs flailed awkwardly in the air, the tips of Jaechan’s toes, which felt the blatant stimulation, were curled tight.

He felt like he was going to die. Jaechan struck Han Kang’s shoulders repeatedly, gasping for breath as if he were about to pass out. It wouldn’t have been strange if he had fainted right then and there.

That was how rough it was, how ferocious, and simultaneously, how good.

How could he even express this?

The waves exiting his body while scouring his entire frame from the stimulation that made his head spin brought on a chilling sensation, eventually causing his limbs to shake and convulse.

He had only just woken up, yet his vision was fading again. Jaechan tilted his head back, ejecting semen as the feeling of climax boiled over and peaked.

“Ha-ugh, ugh…! Ah, hng…”

“Ha, haaa…”

Han Kang’s exceptionally rough breathing wet Jaechan’s ear. That wasn’t all. He felt like he would truly lose his mind at the movements—sucking hard on his skin, licking up his nipples, and thrusting violently as if he would break his buttocks apart while gripping his waist tight.

Han Kang pushed Jaechan like a madman, fueled by a heat he couldn’t control at all. His head knew he shouldn’t be making it this difficult for him, but his body wouldn’t listen, leaving him in a state of personal distress.

In the midst of that, a faint regret hit him in a corner of his heart. Fuck, if I knew it was this good, I should have tried it sooner.

Watching Jaechan beneath him, intoxicated by pleasure with his eyes rolled back and scratching his own neck as he moaned, far from helping him control himself, only made his hips move faster.

It felt like he had stepped into the heart of an inescapable whirlpool. There was also a sense of helplessness, being swept away without knowing a way out.

Meanwhile, he felt resentful of the guiding waves enveloping his body. He probably wouldn’t ever be able to have sex with Jeon Jaechan again without these guiding waves. If he had known it would be like this, he should have at least mixed bodies with him once before he manifested. It would have been better than anything.

As soon as that regret hit him, he gnashed his teeth. Whether he had already lost consciousness, Jaechan’s hand that had been gripping his arm had already fallen back onto the bed, but Han Kang thrust his waist without knowing any moderation.

Then, unable to hold back the gushing semen, he poured it out in spurts. Even though he had ejaculated like that yesterday, the amount wasn’t any less today, so Jaechan’s soft inside was quickly soaked wet.

“Haaa, ha…”

By the time he came to his senses and looked, Jaechan’s white body was dotted with red marks all over. From his red joints to his eyelids swollen from crying and his flushed cheeks, there wasn’t a single part that wasn’t beautiful.

That wasn’t all. Handprints remained all over his body where Han Kang had gripped him tight. Dark red bruises bloomed where his lips had touched, making the sight even more provocative.

“Ha, fuck…”

Han Kang, who had thrust his waist violently one last time, let out a large gasp and slumped his body over Jaechan. Holding the fainted Jaechan tight, Han Kang ground his waist slowly and frowned.

“Seriously, I fucking regret it… I regret it, Jaechan.”

I should have done this sooner.

He regretted this irreversible situation so intensely—why had he saved it as if it were some big deal?