JKA 47

It felt as if something that had stood tall before me like a giant wall had crumbled in an instant, and I had been crushed beneath it. How many times had he come? Jiwoon couldn’t even remember clearly. Perhaps that was why his mind went completely blank, to the point that he couldn’t even let out a moan at the moment of insertion. Jiwoon forgot to even breathe properly and clenched his hands tightly.

As Jiwoon’s body went limp as if it would collapse, Zeo trapped him with both arms, holding him as if to completely put him in his embrace. At that, the tips of Jiwoon’s feet, which had been on tiptoe, rose slightly, barely touching the floor. With nowhere to lean but Zeo’s body, Jiwoon hastily grabbed Zeo’s arms, which were wrapped around his chest and waist.

The insertion was excessively deep. The large penis spread his narrow inner walls to their limit, filling him up and pushing hard against the sensitized, tender flesh inside. Jiwoon’s penis, having climaxed without ejaculating, hung limp, trickling a clear fluid. Jiwoon couldn’t even open his eyes properly at the feeling of his stomach being so full that his lower abdomen bulged.

Finally, Jiwoon slowly opened his eyes and met the eyes of Zeo, who was pressed tightly behind him. At that, Zeo cupped Jiwoon’s cheek and pulled him toward himself. Jiwoon turned his head as far to the right as he could and kissed Zeo. Zeo explored the inside of Jiwoon’s wet mouth and moved the hand wrapped around his waist down to press firmly on his lower abdomen.

Zeo slowly began to move his penis, which he had thrust in all at once. At that, Zeo’s glans, which had already been forced deep into the narrow passage, moved up and down, rubbing against Jiwoon’s G-spot and the deepest parts simultaneously. Every time it did, Jiwoon’s insides, thoroughly soaked with gel, squirmed and spasmed.

“Ha, ah!”

As soon as their lips parted, Jiwoon burst out with the moan and breath he had been holding in all at once. The sound echoed as it hit the bathroom walls. Even the sensation of the water droplets that had formed on his body and were now rolling down felt like a stimulus. Zeo’s body half-crushed his ass, which trembled pitifully.

Water was dripping, plip, plip, from the showerhead hanging on the wall. Even though the hot water was no longer pouring out, his heated body showed no signs of cooling down. Zeo’s body, which had always been merely lukewarm, was also burning up. Even while knowing that it wasn’t due to arousal, the fact that Zeo’s touch, which wrapped around and pressed on his belly, was hot, felt so good it was mind-numbing.

As if he sensed this about Jiwoon, Zeo put a great deal of strength into the hand on his belly. Even though he was moving slowly, as if to tease him, the penis lodged inside like a wedge moved, and the thick tip of the glans scraped his insides, making him feel breathless and dizzy. The thread of his reason was wavering precariously and distantly, as if he would faint at any moment.

“Tense your legs.”

Zeo, who had been kissing Jiwoon’s nape and shoulder, removed his hand from his belly, pressed down on his waist, and whispered in his ear. Then, he firmly gripped Jiwoon’s pelvis and pulled. Jiwoon’s hands, which had been fumbling along the wall with nothing proper to grab onto, slid down. Now in a position with only his ass stuck out, Jiwoon tensed his legs with all his might, just as Zeo had told him to.

“Ugh, hngh!”

Zeo gripped Jiwoon’s pelvis hard enough to hurt and pulled out his cock, which had felt tightly wedged. When he pulled it out just enough so that only the very tip of the glans was barely inside, the inner walls convulsed and contracted as if not to let it go. Zeo, as if responding in kind, roughly slammed his cock back in, all the way to the root.

At the large penis that had forcibly parted his tightly contracted inner walls, Jiwoon’s mouth fell open and he squeezed his eyes shut. The wet sounds of friction mixing with his rough breaths were profoundly obscene. His ass, on which water droplets had formed and were flowing, trembled every time it collided with Zeo, turning bright red with a sound like a slap.

The junction, spread to its limit, was bloodshot and gaping, and Jiwoon put all his strength into the tips of his toes, trying his best to brace himself against the wall with his constantly slipping hands. Water droplets also fell and trickled from his shaking hair. His vision was hazy and blurred, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of tears or the water running down his face.

Without so much as blinking, Zeo filled his vision with the sight of Jiwoon, who was shaking wildly with his movements. He didn’t get any particular pleasure from the tightly clenching inner walls. But Zeo felt a strange sense of fulfillment as he took in the sight of Jiwoon, who was collapsing mercilessly with his every touch.

He continuously kissed Jiwoon’s shoulder and nape, leaving marks. He liked those red lip prints. Soaked in the pleasure blooming from his lower body, Jiwoon seemed not to have even noticed that Zeo had left lewd marks on his body. Zeo didn’t care either way. He derived greater satisfaction from the fact that there were marks he had left on Jiwoon’s body, and that he could crudely violate and invade his most private place.

Zeo grabbed Jiwoon’s ass and spread it, watching the spectacle of the hole, which had struggled to accept even a single finger, devouring his monstrously large penis. The movements of pulling his penis out until it was on the verge of slipping out completely, then pushing it in to fill the inside so there was no more room, gradually quickened.

Even while thinking it was a meaningless act, he couldn’t stop the motion. The intervals between Jiwoon’s moans, which burst out in time with his movements, also narrowed. Jiwoon’s panting, crying voice was becoming hoarse. He wanted to hear more of that sound.

“D-Deep…… Nngh, ah, ah!”

In the end, Jiwoon, unable to even open his eyes properly, reached a hand back and frantically grabbed Zeo’s hand, which was clutching his ass. Even at the sight of Jiwoon bursting into tears, saying he felt like he was dying, Zeo, far from stopping, pulled on Jiwoon’s wrist that he had reached back. He grabbed both of Jiwoon’s wrists together and held them like reins, and his upper body, completely drained of strength, slumped downward.

It was now difficult for Jiwoon to even stand properly, and his knees kept buckling. It was just that the rigidly erect penis was lodged in his ass, and his wrists were held behind his back. His shoulders ached as if they would pop out of their sockets, and his lower body was numb. Still, Zeo did not stop.

“St-Stop…… Hah, stop! Ahhng!”

Jiwoon shook his head and cried out at the insertion that just kept pushing him without any regard for his sensitive body’s circumstances. As he forced himself to stand on his legs, it felt like his calves were about to cramp. With his head dropped low, a lot of blood rushed to it. Even in that state, the thrusting didn’t stop, and the wet sound of his insides being churned, squish, squish, was distinct.

“Hah, ah! I’m, I’m coming…… Again……”

Jiwoon’s penis just hung there, limp and swaying as if exhausted from several ejections. But a different kind of pleasure surged in his lower body, rushing to the top of his head in an instant. Jiwoon let out a shrill moan and his whole body shuddered. As Jiwoon’s body trembled uncontrollably and crumpled like someone thrown out naked in the middle of winter, Zeo wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up.

Held in Zeo’s firm arms, Jiwoon’s mouth was half-open as he gasped for air. Zeo hugged Jiwoon tightly, who was completely leaning against his chest as if he would pass out, and pushed his cock in deep. At that, Jiwoon couldn’t even scream and, with his eyes squeezed shut, lost consciousness right then and there.

Jiwoon, who had fallen asleep as if he had fainted, showed no movement at all as his body was washed, taken out of the bathroom, and even his hair was dried. Zeo laid such a Jiwoon on the bed and then lay down right beside him. Gazing at Jiwoon’s profile as he breathed evenly, Zeo reached out and gently brushed Jiwoon’s bangs aside.

The bed was too narrow for two people to lie on, so their bodies were pressed tightly together without the slightest gap. Zeo felt the heat transferred from Jiwoon’s body gradually warming his own. It wasn’t that he felt any sexual stimulation from contact with Jiwoon. He could only distinguish between warm and cold sensations. So even if Jiwoon’s body felt hot, it didn’t lead to any sort of pleasure.

But at the warmth he felt where his chest touched Jiwoon’s, which was rising and falling with even breaths, he felt something stir within him. It was a very strange feeling. He couldn’t understand himself, like watching someone who suddenly embraces optimistic hope in the midst of being tossed about in a storm.

Just then, as if tickled by Zeo’s hand that kept brushing against his face, Jiwoon furrowed his brow slightly and turned over. Seeing Jiwoon turn his back to him, Zeo felt a strange displeasure and pulled him into his arms, holding him as if to trap him.

“Mm……”

Jiwoon, seeming uncomfortable, shifted a few times and made a small sound. But he did not wake from his sleep. Zeo rested his cheek on top of Jiwoon’s head, pulled him in a little tighter, and moved the hand that had been wrapped around his waist up to place it on his chest. At that, he could feel the thumping, thumping, rhythmic beat of his heart.

He hadn’t been dressed before being put to bed, so Jiwoon’s body was completely naked, and the same was true for Zeo. Zeo smelled the scent of shampoo from Jiwoon’s hair and closed and opened his eyes. When he had first come to this house, the only thing in the bathroom was a single bar of soap. So all the smells coming from Jiwoon’s body now, including the shampoo scent, were ones that Zeo had chosen.

And was it just the scent? Of all the processes of Jiwoon eating, wearing, and using things, there wasn’t a single one he hadn’t meddled in. He ate the food I cooked, lived in the house I cleaned, and used the things I chose and decided on. Previously, Jiwoon had brought up the idea of going to buy clothes and asked about my preferences, and at that time, Zeo had said he didn’t have anything that could be called a preference.

But did he really not have any? If he were asked that question again, Zeo was not confident he could say so as firmly as before. It was Zeo, himself, who had chopped off the curtain-like hair that Jiwoon had insisted on. Jiwoon had now become a collection of his preferences. The one who had made him that way was none other than himself.

Zeo lifted the blanket slightly and took Jiwoon’s limp arm. Then he placed his hand over Jiwoon’s and slid his fingers between his to hold it. At that, a faint smile appeared on Zeo’s lips. It was a ridiculous and absurd thing, but from the warmth he felt from Jiwoon’s back pressed against his chest to their clasped hands, there wasn’t a single thing he didn’t like.

He could not lose all of this. He didn’t want to give it to anyone else. Myeong Jiwoon was his. Thanks to whom was he able to get this far? The current Jiwoon was all his own creation. To think that he had to docilely hand over this precious thing to someone and disappear—that was something that could not happen.

If he had such a thing as a preference, if he had to possess just one thing, it had to be Jiwoon and nothing else. If he couldn’t, he felt like he would die from the sheer waste of it. From then on, the one who would make a scene, saying he would die, wouldn’t be Jiwoon, but himself.

“Ha, haha.”

Zeo burst out laughing without realizing it. It was absurd. Things that couldn’t be understood were simply things that couldn’t be understood, and thus he couldn’t accept them. But he was accepting everything very easily. It didn’t matter, even if he couldn’t understand.

And Zeo wanted to touch Jiwoon more. So he slowly let go of Jiwoon’s hand and kissed the bruise he had imprinted near Jiwoon’s shoulder and nape. Finally, he slowly moved his hand down, pushed up the leg of the side-lying Jiwoon, and fumbled between his buttocks.

The back that he had filled until just a moment ago was slightly swollen and warm. Even while thinking that Jiwoon might wake up from the pain, he couldn’t stop his hand. Then, even though Jiwoon hadn’t wanted it, his own lower parts stealthily swelled and its head reared up firmly.

Zeo slowly took his penis in his hand and pushed it into Jiwoon. The insertion was easier than he thought. This large penis had been created by Jiwoon’s wish, and so it seemed to perfectly resemble the shape of Jiwoon’s insides. As he slowly aligned the glans with the hole, Jiwoon’s inner walls squirmed and swallowed Zeo’s member.

He could feel the hot, wet inner walls. His penis, sucked in as if made to fit, settled into place inside Jiwoon. Only then did Zeo let out a long breath, as if he had found his rightful place. At the sudden insertion, Jiwoon’s body tensed for a moment before slowly relaxing, and the rise and fall of his chest became slightly faster.

The red lips of the sleeping Jiwoon parted slightly. Zeo pulled Jiwoon’s body even closer. Only after completely trapping Jiwoon in his arms and burying himself inside him did everything become clear. This was his. It had to be his alone. The heat that transferred and stuck to him, the slight squirming movements—everything felt like a banquet prepared for him.

Exhausted and collapsed, Jiwoon said nothing. He was wandering through a dream, not even knowing what was happening. He would only occasionally groan and let out a hot breath. Zeo simply felt all that warmth, and at the same time, felt his own body heat up the more he plundered it.