JKA 46

“……”

“I hope you’re he-here because you want to be.”

Jiwoon answered, mustering all his strength. That was what he truly felt. If there was such a thing as a starting point, he thought this was it. Neither Zeo nor he had yet reached that starting point. Jiwoon could be sure of that one fact.

Instead of answering Jiwoon’s words, Zeo set him down from his arms and reached out, pushing the faucet handle to the side. At that, warm water began to pour from the showerhead that had only been spouting cold water. His chilled body, soaked in the cold water, slowly regained its warmth as it was hit by the stream of hot water.

At the same time, Zeo’s always-cold body also began to warm up. The same went for the cold tile floor. Feeling the warm water that flowed over the soles of his feet, he let out a long breath. Zeo, who felt that breath in its entirety, reached out and cupped Jiwoon’s cheek. Jiwoon unconsciously leaned his face into Zeo’s warmed touch.

“I am here because I want to be.”

He had no intention of returning to the Memory Crystal Repository. He didn’t remember it well, but he also had no regrets about having his wings cut off. Despite 17’s advice, he was here. Even after noticing the abnormality in his body, Zeo had remained by Jiwoon’s side. But since he hadn’t mentioned it bit by bit, Jiwoon didn’t know.

“……That’s all there is for now.”

At Zeo’s answer, Jiwoon kissed him. It was a clumsy and awkward kiss. But Zeo, as if responding to it, wrapped his hand around the back of Jiwoon’s head, pulled him in, and slid his hand between their drenched, clinging t-shirts. Jiwoon’s slender back could be felt completely.

It was a body he had touched countless times. The sensation on his palm, the spine beneath the deep groove that his fingertips bumped against as they passed over it—all of it was so new it felt unfamiliar. As he kissed Jiwoon, Zeo meticulously traced over everything he could touch, as if savoring it.

At this, Jiwoon’s lips parted as if to let out a moan. Zeo did not miss the opening and inhaled every breath Jiwoon exhaled, as if plundering it. Everything his hand touched was warm, and the very fact that Jiwoon was breathing was intensely gratifying. At the same time, because all of it was something he did not possess, he acted as if he were trying to steal it.

Zeo’s touch was gentle and persistent. In contrast, the movement of his tongue as it pushed between their tightly sealed lips was rough. It felt as though everything was being taken from him, so Jiwoon truly felt as if he had surrendered everything. The wet t-shirt gradually rolled up into a ball with Zeo’s movements, and when his hand reached the area near his protruding shoulder blades, Zeo pulled his lips away and stared at the panting Jiwoon.

With his hair and the shirt he was wearing soaked, revealing the full contours of his body, Zeo pushed his knee between the legs of Jiwoon, who was barely standing as if he would collapse. Then, with his strange and chilling eyes filled with Jiwoon’s reflection, he moved his hand to the front and pushed the t-shirt all the way up. Jiwoon’s nipples, which had hardened from the cold water that had just poured down, were clearly revealed.

“Hk……”

He tried to avoid it by standing on his tiptoes, but he could not escape Zeo’s movements as he pressed firmly between his legs. The sensation of not only his groin, but also his scrotum and penis being rubbed together, made Jiwoon’s vision swim. Whether it was because of the water or the heat rising from his lower body, Jiwoon faced Zeo with a slack, melted expression.

Zeo reached out toward such a Jiwoon. He did not soothe the limply swaying Jiwoon or stop stimulating his lower parts; instead, he placed his hand over his erect nipples. And with both hands, he lightly pinched and pulled them. At that, Jiwoon gasped and curled his body inward.

When he cupped the flat chest with his palm, he could feel the nipples jutting out from beneath. His hand moved smoothly over the water-soaked skin. The irregular pulse, the trembling skin. Even Jiwoon’s voice, which cried out more pitifully the more he was touched—everything was gratifying. He was alive, beneath his hands.

Zeo focused on Jiwoon’s chest. He would press down on the nipples his hand caught with his thumb, or use his fingertips to scratch down their length. At the same time, he watched Jiwoon’s face, who was at a loss, clutching tightly onto his shoulders. There wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t interesting. It felt so special that all the acts of having sex with Jiwoon until now felt meaningless.

Zeo wanted to indulge in everything about Jiwoon. So, as if observing, he did not miss a single one of Jiwoon’s detailed movements, capturing them with his eyes. When he scraped at the nipples with the tips of his fingers as if flicking them upward, Jiwoon squeezed his legs tightly together and trembled, as if he couldn’t take it anymore.

Jiwoon’s fully erect penis was swollen as if it would stick to his lower abdomen. The moment his eyes met Jiwoon’s watery ones, which had lifted his head slightly, Zeo swiftly turned Jiwoon’s body and made him lean against the wall. When his cheek touched the tile wall and he was in a posture as if only his ass was pushed back, Jiwoon hastily propped his hands against the wall.

The pouring stream of water beat against Jiwoon’s sensitized bare skin and flowed down. Tracing the path the water droplets took with his hand from Jiwoon’s shoulder to his lower back, Zeo, with his hand now hot from the transferred body heat, fumbled between his buttocks. At the touch that stroked each of the tightly sealed creases, Jiwoon’s hands, braced against the tile wall, wavered.

“Hah, hah……”

Steam filled the bathroom. Perhaps because of it, Jiwoon was short of breath. Every time he panted, his thin chest rose and fell rapidly, and a thrilling sensation arose from his lingeringly sensitive nipples. That sensation, which had pooled in his chest, followed Zeo’s touch toward his lower body. Then, it settled in his lower abdomen, coalescing with the pleasure from his erection.

The foreplay was excruciatingly long. The large hand passed over Jiwoon’s lower abdomen and waist, reaching his pelvis, and Zeo squeezed Jiwoon’s buttocks, prying them apart before letting go and digging between his legs toward the area further below. He forcibly parted the tightly clenched thighs, which kept tensing up as he didn’t know what to do with his heated body, and touched his perineum and scrotum.

“Hah!”

Jiwoon let out a hot breath and lowered his head. He could see water droplets dripping from his soaked hair. It felt like his body was going to melt. It was too hot, too suffocating. It wasn’t just because of the heat pooled inside the bathroom. Everywhere Zeo’s hand passed had become overly sensitive. It was as if he had suffered a burn.

He was going mad from the touch that stimulated only the surrounding areas, without touching the place he desperately wanted. At this, Jiwoon finally couldn’t hold back and turned his upper body slightly to grab Zeo’s wrist.

“Why.”

Jiwoon’s hand holding Zeo’s wrist was already so drained of strength that it was feeble, as if it would slip on the wetness at any moment. With such a hand, he wasn’t pushing Zeo away, but rather pulling him closer. It was an incredibly weak force, but the implication of the movement was extremely clear. Although he knew it all, Zeo pretended not to know and asked. At this, Jiwoon lightly bit his red lips.

Zeo quietly watched Jiwoon’s lips, which kept parting without being able to speak properly. He didn’t rush him, nor did he pretend not to know. He knew that the feeble strength holding his wrist was the best Jiwoon could do. But Zeo wanted to hear more than that. He wanted him to say that he wanted it.

“I-Inside……”

His patience had long since hit rock bottom. His consciousness kept fading in and out, and his legs were on the verge of giving out and collapsing at any moment. And what about his own heated lower body? Jiwoon’s penis had already gone past its limit, dribbling a thin fluid on its own as it bobbed up and down.

Jiwoon squeezed his eyes shut. Since it wasn’t his first time having sex with Zeo, it wasn’t a difficult thing to present his own ass to him, spread it, and beg him to put it in. But in this moment, Jiwoon felt extremely ashamed. Being naked in front of him, his body reacting so faithfully under Zeo’s hands—everything felt dizzying.

But he couldn’t endure it any longer. His body, which had reached its limit, wanted a familiar stimulation. It had only been a few weeks. It wasn’t like they had enjoyed this kind of relationship for a long time. But in that time, Jiwoon realized he had been completely tamed by Zeo, by Zeo’s touch. If I don’t say I want it, he’ll stop like this again. I don’t want that.

His touch was different than before. It was distinctly different from the past, when he had moved while checking my reactions one by one. Zeo astutely recognized what I wanted, the parts I wanted, yet he didn’t touch them. He was just touching me as he pleased. Jiwoon could tell the difference.

He said he didn’t have things like sexual desire. So all he did was push me roughly every time, insert his weapon-like penis into me when my rationality was completely gone, and pound into me until Jiwoon was satisfied. From such a person’s touch, Jiwoon strangely felt affection. Unlike before, his gentle fingertips were tinged with lust. That made me even more heated.

“P-Put it in, please……”

Jiwoon honestly confessed that he wanted Zeo. Despite having clearly heard the small, faint voice that spoke as if murmuring, Zeo deliberately turned off the faucet and, in the suddenly silent bathroom, asked Jiwoon again.

“What was that?”

“P-Put it inside me, please……!”

As Jiwoon, with his eyes squeezed shut, cried out, fingers pushed inside him at the same time. The moment the fingers that had only been circling the tightly shut hole invaded inside, Jiwoon gasped and pressed his body firmly against the wall. At that, as if to catch him as he fled, Zeo’s body pressed tightly against his back.

Jiwoon’s palms, braced against the wet tile wall where steam had condensed, kept slipping. But he couldn’t collapse. Because with both his front and back blocked, there was nothing he could do but sob. The long fingers that had pushed inside stimulated Jiwoon’s inner walls, which were clenching tight, by pressing down on them. Jiwoon’s hot and slick insides contracted as if they would not let go of Zeo’s fingers that had entered.

“Ah, ah……!”

The unfamiliar sensation after a long time should have been unpleasant, but his entire body was already so pliant that he couldn’t even feel it. Jiwoon pressed his cheek against the still-cold tile and let out hot breaths along with moans. Zeo’s fingers, which had been stirring inside, pressing and scraping the spots Jiwoon felt, instantly increased to two.

As he widened the inside, he kissed Jiwoon’s nape and shoulder. With his other hand wrapped around his waist, he pressed down firmly on his lower abdomen. At the fingers moving to widen his inner walls, and his lower abdomen being stimulated, Jiwoon’s mouth fell open as he reached a light climax. The semen ejaculated from Jiwoon’s self-moving penis mixed with the steam on the tile and flowed down.

His breathing grew increasingly ragged. The panting Jiwoon’s entire body was red. Even the area around the hole, which two fingers were persistently entering and exiting, was flushed bright red. As if even the fingers rapidly moving in and out, violating every corner of the inner walls, were not enough, the walls twitched. Just then, a cold and slippery liquid flowed down between his ass cheeks.

“Hk!”

Jiwoon straightened up in surprise. It was cold gel. Zeo, who had squeezed out a generous amount of gel from who-knows-where, moved his fingers as if to push the gel, which was melting like water as it ran down the crack of his ass, into the hole. Then, the tight interior became wet, and a lewd sound was made every time the fingers moved in and out.

“Ah, ngh…… Ah!”

As the movement of the fingers stimulating the inside quickened, his palm slapped against his buttocks, making a squelching sound. Jiwoon felt as if his lower body had completely melted. The heat pooled in his lower abdomen flowed further down, and upon meeting the heat that bloomed from the stimulation inside, it shot up to the top of his head.

My own penis, which had spewed a large amount of semen, trembled, half-swollen. A certain sensation, different from the feeling of ejaculation, unclear as if through a layer of cloth, rushed toward me from far away. At this, Jiwoon unknowingly lifted one foot onto its toes and squeezed his eyes shut.

A massive pleasure shimmered before his eyes. It felt like if it came crashing down on him, he would lose his mind. The mix of that anticipation and fear stole away his reason. When Jiwoon stood on that precarious edge, Zeo abruptly pulled out his wet hand and, likewise, slightly lowered his own wet pants, which wouldn’t come off easily, and took out his cock.

As the surging pleasure came to a still stop before his eyes, Jiwoon turned his head with a look of confusion, and the moment their eyes met, Zeo mercilessly thrust his erect cock into Jiwoon’s slightly parted insides, pinning him to the wall.

“Ack!”