FETCH 74

“Whew… Ah, ah. Wait, just a second…”

Not content with just bursting a nosebleed, Han Kang, who had claimed his dick was going to explode, now had Jaechan flipped over and was rubbing himself between his buttocks.

The fluid dripping onto his back—he couldn’t tell if it was sweat or blood from the nosebleed. With his chin buried in the pillow and clutching the pillowcase with all his might, Jaechan let out feverish breaths, feeling the dick rubbing against him from behind.

It wasn’t their first time sleeping together, but he didn’t know why his body was burning up so much today. Was it simply because he saw Han Kang lusting after him? To say that, it had been the same during their first insertion guiding.

Perhaps it was because it was his first time seeing Han Kang pounce on him with such intensity that he even bled from his nose.

He had worried for a moment that the nosebleed was because Han Kang was unwell, but fortunately, that wasn’t the case. The guiding levels were rising steadily. His body was merely boiling with heat from desire; the slight fever from a cold he’d had before was nowhere to be seen.

It was a huge relief that the guiding was working properly even without the medicine.

“Hey, hey! You’re not putting it in right away, are you, huh?”

“Ah, honey. I’m really… hhh, fuck…”

“No, it’s been a while since we did insertion, hey…”

“Call me honey, Jaechan. Say ‘honey’—try saying it.”

Simultaneously with the absurd request, a thick dick split the space between his buttocks and entered. His jaw clamped shut at the discomfort of it pushing in firmly. Never mind saying “honey,” Jaechan’s back arched in a circle in a state where he couldn’t even let out a groan.

“Hhh, ugh…”

As he swallowed his bursting moans, the dick that had been playing near his buttocks was suddenly thrust deep inside. Haaa! A mangled groan burst out loudly. Snapping his head back, Jaechan clutched the pillowcase with all his strength.

Putting his weight behind it and pushing his member in as far as it would go, Han Kang pressed his lower abdomen against Jaechan’s buttocks and rotated his waist slowly, layering stimulation everywhere.

Thanks to that, it felt as if his breath was being cut off. Jaechan shook his head at the stimulation that was exceptionally intense today. No matter how much he tried to endure by tensing up, he couldn’t stop the tremors racking his body. He was merely feeling the strokes of the dick coming and going, but his body was sensitively on edge, starting to accept every pleasure more intensely than usual.

Grasping Jaechan’s waist, Han Kang thrust his hips upward violently. Between the tender inner flesh that bit down on his dick and wouldn’t let go, and the massive guiding wavelength dominating his entire body, it felt like he was going to lose his mind.

It felt like his entire body was being purified anew. Perhaps that was why. There was no room for reason to intervene in this act.

“Huuugh, ah! Haaa, ugh, ugh…!”

“Haa, ah…”

“Ah, ah. Please. Ahhh, just a little, slow, ly…!”

Jaechan, with his face completely buried in the pillow, shook his head wildly, but there was no mercy in Han Kang’s hip movements. It was just when he was twisting his body because the act of reckless stabbing was too much to bear.

“Haaagh…!”

A loud groan burst out. His body was flipped around, and one of his legs came to rest on Han Kang’s shoulder. Han Kang, who caught Jaechan’s leg, kept his burning gaze fixed on him as he continued his rough hip movements.

Thud, thud. His crotch collided with the lower abdomen that was pressing down strongly, providing a thrilling sensation. Jaechan’s body, as he clutched the sheets tight and vomited the moans boiling in his throat, was soon drenched in sweat.

Han Kang’s appearance, seen through the gaps of his vision that kept closing and opening, was a sight to behold. The nosebleed seemed to have stopped, but between the whites of his eyes, which were a chaotic mess of red capillaries, and his black pupils, which were dazed as if he had completely lost his mind yet flashing intensely, it was to the point of being eerie.

His jaw, where the masseter muscles stood out from clenching his teeth, or his forehead, where thick veins had risen. Nothing was normal. Everything was just consumed by heat, boiling over in its place.

It was the same for Jaechan. It was overwhelming to handle the inflowing pleasure. Jaechan, who curled his body and tensed up, clutched the sheet very strongly as if he were about to tear it to shreds.

The hot heat slowly gathering in his lower abdomen soon spread throughout his body, making his entire frame burn feverishly. He felt chills, yet it also felt like he was being cooked in the middle of a desert.

“Haaa, ugh… Nng! Ah, haanng!”

“Ah, fuck…”

Han Kang gripped Jaechan’s leg tightly and spurred his hip movements even further. Every time he thrust in and then pulled back, the sight of the inner flesh that wouldn’t let go and was even being pulled out made it feel as if his vision was going blank.

He felt like a greenhorn for whom sex was a first. The sensation wrapping around his dick and every stimulation Jeon Jaechan provided felt like they were opening his eyes to a new world.

Perhaps that was why. The act became increasingly violent. He knew he should slowly relax his waist and take care so that Jeon Jaechan could accept it comfortably, but his instinct could not keep up with his reason.

He felt like a dirty Esper dominated by sexual desire once again. Even though he could have brushed it off as a feeling he didn’t just experience for a day or two, it was still shitty.

Han Kang felt something tightening firmly around his nose again. It seemed like a nosebleed was going to start once more, so he quickly grabbed his nose, and Jaechan’s trembling hand gripped his thigh.

“Please, ah… Fuck, honey, please.”

Jaechan called Han Kang “honey” as if pleading. It was because he felt that was the only way he could stop his rampage.

“Ah, you called me honey.”

Han Kang twisted the corners of his mouth into a soft smile and brushed his hair back. At the same time, tilting his head to the side, he licked his dry lips with his tongue and smiled very significantly.

“Honey, huh.”

“Haa, you, told me, to do it, ah…! Ah!”

Jaechan sobbed, burying his face in his arms. This crazy guy—he acted as if he’d go easy on him if he called him honey, but the moment he did, his hip movements became even more violent. Rather than calming him down, it felt as if he had pushed a button that was suppressing him.

Tears were now streaming down from the dick that kept hammering in as if it would break his insides. It wasn’t because he hated it or found it uncomfortable, but because the impending stimulation was so great that it was truly overwhelming.

Semen was being sprayed incessantly from his tensely swollen dick. Even though it was a new bed and new sheets, the semen leaking out quickly soaked them through.

“Try it one more time, honey. Hmm? Honey, please call me honey. Haa, ah… honey, try it. Jaechan. Whew.”

The sound of him thrusting while holding his legs tight grew increasingly intense. At the same time, Han Kang’s voice as he whispered “honey” as if forcing it also melted in thickly.

Slap, slap. The lewd noises filled the room. Was that all? Because body fluids had already begun to be secreted, a squelching, embarrassing noise also came from the point of contact.

Jaechan finally covered his face completely with his forearm and only let out heavy moans. Not to mention the tears flowing down his temples, it felt as if all the moisture in his body was being drained out by the semen that was spurting out in bursts.

“Huuu, ugh… Ah, nng! Haaa…”

Jaechan twisted the rest of his body with all his might, except for the leg held by Han Kang, and buried his head back in the sheet. As he sobbed and breathed in gasps, only then did Han Kang realize the seriousness of it, and he stopped his hip movements to stare blankly down at him.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s not, that it hurts. I’m dying, I feel like I’m really going to die.”

He didn’t know what was happening, but from the guiding wavelength that was draining away to Han Kang pouncing on him like a madman, he was so exhausted that his vision was spinning.

The Han Kang who pushed him as if every relationship they’d had until now was nothing was unfamiliar. While he was still glad to be desired, the pleasure piling up so tightly that his soles were completely cramped made him feel as if his body wasn’t his own.

Han Kang slowly lowered his body and kissed him over and over. Even though the skin soaked in tears would be salty, Han Kang, who didn’t care about that, asked tenderly as if he had finally regained his senses.

“Should I go slowly? Like this, a little slower?”

Han Kang asked as he pulled his waist back very slowly and then pushed it up. But the only answer Jaechan could give was a shake of his head.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know how to make it better. Still, he knew that Han Kang also had to ejaculate once for things to improve, so he couldn’t bring himself to tell him to stop.

As he just wiped away his tears while keeping his mouth shut, Han Kang slowly leaned down and hugged Jaechan softly.

“Sorry, sorry. Ah…”

Han Kang, who suddenly snapped out of it late, closed his eyes tight. With his dick still pushed inside Jaechan and their chests touching, he slowly put weight on his arms and lifted Jaechan up.

Then, he incessantly rubbed the corners of Jaechan’s eyes, which had turned bright red. The sound of his sniffing was pitiful. At the same time, he felt so shitty about himself for pouncing on him like he’d lost his mind.

As he gritted his teeth, Jaechan, who had calmed down at least a little, looked down slowly at Han Kang. It was a face heavily layered with guilt. It wasn’t particularly pleasant to see that, so Jaechan stroked Han Kang’s sweat-drenched face in return.

“I’ll move, just. You stay still.”

Han Kang nodded his head obediently with a “Yes.” After gently caressing the nose that had been pouring blood and kissing his cheek, Jaechan slowly moved his waist.

Then, Han Kang, who seemed to have been calm for a moment, distorted his expression sharply and threw his head back.

“Ah… It’s not strange that I’m going crazy.”

Han Kang frowned deeply as if in great agony. Even so, as if he were going to try and endure, his hands placed behind his waist clutched the sheets tightly. Blue veins blossomed chaotically over his handsome hands.