JKA 92

Then, one of the shining stars looked as if it were sliding and falling from the night sky. The star’s tail was exceedingly long. Then, behind the star that was plummeting somewhere, another star fell from above his head. Jiwoon stared blankly at that star.

Somehow, the light that grew stronger and stronger was strange. Jiwoon put down the beer can he was holding and stood up from his spot. Then he gazed at the light that was falling toward him. The shooting star, which seemed to be slowly approaching, was colored with all sorts of light, making it look like a firework someone had launched.

The slow descent grew faster and faster as it got closer. Jiwoon’s eyes, watching this, widened. When the diverse colors spread like paint across his black eyes that resembled the night sky, Jiwoon unknowingly reached both hands toward the light and approached it.

Even in the blindingly intense light, Jiwoon did not run away. Soon, the shape that had been hidden by the light came into clear focus. It was the image of Zeo that he had only drawn in his mind. He spread his arms and ran toward him, but he had no choice but to stop short. It was because the rooftop railing was blocking his way.

Jiwoon climbed over the railing wall without hesitation. Zeo was falling. The loudly scattering light was the sight of his wings burning away. The feathers of his one and only wing fell off from the tips, then scattered, shining briefly like star fragments before disappearing.

The moment he had climbed onto the railing of the overpass flashed through his mind. But his body was not as light as it was then. Jiwoon stood on the railing with his two heavy legs. His body was no longer precarious. He spread his arms toward Zeo, who was falling endlessly down, down.

“Mr. Izeo!”

As if he had heard the desperate cry, he could see his blue eyes, which flashed open through the intense light. The moment those eyes met Jiwowoon’s, Zeo’s large body came into his arms. Jiwoon held that body tightly.

A heavy weight was transmitted through his entire body, as if to say that everything was real. Just as Jiwoon’s body, which had been standing on the railing, was about to fall onto the rooftop, Zeo spun his body around. Finally, when Jiwoon opened his eyes, he was lying on the floor, looking up at him and frowning.

“…Ah, that hurt like hell.”

“…”

“It hurts, so don’t fall. Got it?”

Tears welled up in Jiwoon’s eyes as he looked down at Zeo. The tears that dropped onto his face were so hot that Zeo burst out laughing without realizing it and pulled Jiwoon into an embrace. Hearing Jiwoon’s sorrowful cries, Zeo realized. A heart was beating below the left side of his chest, where there had been nothing.

Episode 62

He knew he was a being he could never meet again. In an era where you could see each other face-to-face even if you were on opposite sides of the globe, he, who was somewhere unreachable by phone or message, was like some kind of fantasy.

An unlikable face would come to mind so clearly that it could not be forgotten even if he tried, disturbing his heart from time to time, but the face he wanted to see always shimmered in the distance like an afterimage. The more he tried to recall it, the more it wore down like the sole of an old shoe.

Jiwoon cupped Zeo’s cheeks with both hands. Then he looked into his eyes for a very long time. As his tears stopped, the face of him in his memory, which had been fading away little by little on its own, became clear as if coming into focus.

He had even regretted that if he had resented him for leaving without even a proper goodbye, he might have been able to remember the fading memories and face for longer. It was because he knew they would never be able to meet.

That fantasy was in front of him. Zeo leaned his head against the hand stroking his cheek. Jiwoon, who had been feeling relieved by the moderate weight and the feel of his soft skin, suddenly widened his eyes. At that, Zeo smiled as if to say, ‘You finally realized?’

“W-warm.”

His cheek, touching his palm, was warm. Zeo grabbed Jiwoon’s hand, which was fumbling with his face as if he could not believe it. Then he immediately brought it to his left chest. Thump, thump, thump, thump. His heart was beating very loudly. It was as if it was asking him to recognize it, as if it were shouting that it was here.

Jiwoon closed his eyes with his hand on the firm chest. Zeo was there. He, who had seemed not to be there even when they were together, was exceedingly distinct. It felt as if he were holding all of him in one hand. Just then, Zeo pulled Jiwoon’s face and kissed him.

A tongue pushed its way between their gently touching lips. A kiss so hot that the word ‘warm’ was not enough to describe it continued. Jiwoon’s body, which had gone limp with deep relief, burrowed into Zeo’s embrace. When he reached out his hands to hug him and pressed their chests tightly together, their heartbeats tangled together rapidly.

The tender and soft kiss gradually became more urgent. Zeo plundered every breath Jiwoon exhaled, as if he were devouring him like someone suffering from extreme thirst. He wanted to see and feel all of Jiwoon, which was unfamiliar as if everything were for the first time, yet also familiar.

Their bodies had overlapped countless times. A kiss was nothing special. But to Zeo, everything was special now. What he had known until now was not really knowing at all. He had not known anything. He had only just now come to realize the ticklish heat that bloomed on their touching lips, the dizzying pleasure that came when their wet tongues intertwined.

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As soon as he stepped inside the front door, he kissed Jiwoon, who was clinging to him like a whining child. Jiwoon pressed their lower bodies tightly together as if he had lost his reason, and Zeo, as if to soothe him, pushed his thigh between Jiwoon’s legs. At that, his penis, which had risen abruptly beneath his pants, flinched as it rubbed against him.

“Q-quickly…”

As his lower half was lightly pressed, Jiwoon, whose body was trembling, pleaded in a tear-filled voice. At this, Zeo frowned at the pain he felt in his lower body. He, too, was in a state of being so hard that his groin ached. Zeo felt the same way, wanting to enter Jiwoon right away.

“No.”

Zeo gently pushed away Jiwoon, who was rubbing his cock against his thigh as if masturbating.

“Why, why…”

“You’ll get hurt.”

“…”

“I can’t do it like before. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Zeo was no longer an angel, but a human. He was not in a position to be able to just stick to him, cum once, and use it as lube. He could not shove his uncontrollable groin in and thrust, nor could he shoot everything that came out inside of Jiwoon.

Whether Jiwoon accepted it or not was not important. He did not want to hurt him. Zeo, too, was only half in his right mind right now. He was dazed, like someone who had heatstroke. He himself was barely holding back the desperate desire to pounce without thinking about the consequences.

His whole body felt like a piece of iron heated in a fire. The more he became entangled with Jiwoon, the more he burned up instead of the heat subsiding, and he did not know how he was supposed to explain this sensation of feeling like he would die if he did not do it. He wanted to make a mess of Jiwoon.

It felt like he would only be satisfied if he absolutely had to see him shaking, unable to even open his eyes properly, with his face and neck flushed bright red. He wanted to hear the voice he would make when he forcefully held open his ass, which was a mess with all sorts of saliva, and rammed into him so much that his hole would not even close properly.

An unspeakable sadistic urge welled up, and he could not bear it. It felt like this fire would die down if he just chewed him up from head to toe and swallowed him into his stomach. The words ‘I missed you’ and ‘I longed for you’ could not explain it all. He wanted Myeong Jiwoon. He was dying of frustration that he could not just lock him up inside himself so he could not escape.

Veins standing out on his neck, Zeo pulled Jiwoon’s hand. He tried to step inside, but Jiwoon stood his ground, putting strength into his whole body. At that sight, not knowing how urgent he was to the point that anger suddenly flared up, Jiwoon pulled on his wrist in return, as if starting a fire.

“I, I understand. B-but there’s n-nothing a-anyway.”

“…”

“L-lube and c-condoms, there’s, there’s nothing…”

Jiwoon said that and came closer, placing his hand on top of Zeo’s savagely swollen crotch. The moment Jiwoon’s touch reached him, Zeo crumpled his face mercilessly and let out a low moan. It was because, with just that one touch, his lower body whined and he had ejaculated right then and there.

At that moment, Zeo grabbed Jiwoon’s head and kissed him. His body tilted from the rough and fierce kiss, and they became entangled right there at the entryway, without even taking off their shoes properly.

Jiwoon, who had fallen onto the wooden floor, wrapped his arms around the neck of Zeo, who had settled between his legs and was pressing their lower bodies together. Zeo moved his hips like a dog in heat, rubbing his cock against Jiwoon’s crotch.

The heat showed no signs of cooling. Zeo buried his nose in the nape of Jiwoon’s neck and panted for breath. His cock, having cum once, had remained erect ever since. His underwear and pants, sticking to him wetly, felt suffocating.

Kissing without the presence of mind to take off their clothes, they frantically rubbed their lower bodies against each other’s, then Zeo reached out and pulled off Jiwoon’s pants and underwear. At that, Jiwoon’s lower half was revealed, which, just like his, had already ejaculated repeatedly from just the kisses.

His penis, smeared with semen, was rigidly erect. Zeo stared intently at the panting Jiwoon, whose face was flushed bright red, and without even taking off all his pants, he just let his ferocious groin hang out. Then he grabbed Jiwoon’s thighs and roughly pushed them up.

“Hold your legs.”

At the command, so low it gave him goosebumps, Jiwoon gripped the back of his knees with trembling hands. There was no shame or anything else. The bed was just a step away, and he was the one who had grabbed onto Zeo, not having the leeway to get there. As he pulled his legs up, his hole was clearly exposed below his erect penis.

Zeo buried his face between his buttocks without hesitation. Then he stiffened his tongue and poked between the hole, licking and wetting his underside. At that, a moan burst from between Jiwoon’s lips.

“Ah…!”

Through his wide-open legs, he could see Zeo’s eyes. His blue eyes were glinting like a wild beast’s, and he was looking at him like that. Jiwoon panted for breath, biting his lower lip as he forced apart his legs, which kept trying to close.

While licking and probing Jiwoon’s rear with his tongue, Zeo simultaneously grabbed and stroked his own cock. Gripping it tightly as if to pull it right off, he masturbated roughly, and at some point, he completely covered the head and let out a hot breath.

It was already his second time cumming. Semen drenched his palm, and Jiwoon groaned at the feeling of Zeo’s hot breath on his rear. It was because the slippery, wet tongue biting and sucking his rear was not enough.

The heat pooled in his lower body was like a time bomb. As anticipation built up, his untouched cock twitched on its own, dribbling clear fluid. Twitch, twitch. His hole, which was gaping so pitifully, was the same.

“Q-quickly… Please, Mr. Zeo.”

In the end, unable to bear it, Jiwoon reached his hand out toward Zeo. At this, as Zeo approached as if mesmerized and kissed him, Jiwoon pulled him in tightly with his legs around his waist. He wanted to have Zeo right away. Then, he felt like he would be able to believe that all of this was not a dream or a fantasy, but really reality.

He wanted a heat hotter and clearer than the warmth he had felt the moment he touched his cheek. He needed a moment where they were not alone, but gasping in the heat together.

“J-just p-put it in… Okay?”

“…Jiwoon-ah.”

“…”

“You brought this on yourself. Huh?”

Don’t expect me to go easy on you if you cry and beg later, for real. Zeo rubbed his penis with his wet palm. Then he pushed his penis, which was a mess with the milky white fluid, straight into Jiwoon’s wet hole.

“Ugh, hah…!”

Even though he had become human, everything was just as Jiwoon had made it. Therefore, Zeo’s monstrous groin was also unchanged. It might have even been swollen larger than before as it forcibly pushed its way in, stretching every single wrinkle of the narrow hole to its limit.

Gasp. A dull ache so heavy he had to hold his breath washed over him. His rear tightened to the extreme due to the first insertion in a long time, and Zeo gripped Jiwoon’s buttocks, pulling them apart, and shoved the head of his cock in without going easy on him.

“Heugh, ugh… Ah, heup!”

Tears formed in the eyes of Jiwoon, who was scraping up Zeo’s back with his fingertips tensed. Zeo paused for a moment, frowning deeply at the pressure that felt like it would bite off his groin, but in the end, he did not go easy and rammed his thing in deep, up to the root.

At this, Jiwoon’s legs that were wrapped around his waist spread wide and hung limp. At the same time, Jiwoon’s penis was crushed against Zeo’s stomach, and spurt, spurt, spurt, he ejaculated semen.

“…Hah. Fuck, this.”

“…”

“This, really…”