DOGC Ch 24 – END.

A small landscape painting, a still life painted in watercolor, the fish market left in his memory, and even a painting of his mother from a hazy recollection. They were all things he had painted.

Very slowly, he took one step, then another, forward, lifting his gaze towards the stairs. Along that path, too, artworks were attached in sequence. As he continued forward, he met the colors he had applied every time he turned his head.

He did not even realize his fingertips were trembling. It felt as if someone had taken his heart out whole and hung it up. The secret and shy feelings that he never knew where in the world he could display.

Seorim stopped in the middle of the stairs. With a hand that trembled faintly, he caressed the edge of a painting hanging on the wall.

Something hot seemed to well up from the depths of his throat. The moments he held and caressed the brush overlaid the painting and came to mind. It felt as if the words and scenes hidden in his head had become paintings and were hanging proudly on the wall.

How long had he been standing there like that? He turned his head at the presence he suddenly felt beside him.

Yeonho stood quietly next to Seorim. The distance between the two was only about a handspan. As Seorim did not move, his gaze fixed on the painting, Yeonho also shifted his gaze to where he was looking.

“This, when did you hang all of these up?”

“Since I sent them.”

“It’s like an exhibition.”

Even after going up to the second floor, the same scenery unfolded. The paintings, hung affectionately on every wall, looked as if they had been there for a long time.

“It is an exhibition. A Baek Seorim solo exhibition.”

“……”

“Although the audience is only me for now.”

At the end of the corridor, in front of the balcony where the moonlight cast a dim glow. He could see the last painting hanging on the wall next to a small glass window.

Clumsy, but with a touch that was unusually endearing. The marbling technique painting he had completed for the very first time after coming up to Seoul. He had thought that the water and oil, which did not mix but created a single artwork, resembled him and Ryu Yeonho.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Suddenly, the warm body heat of another person was transmitted through his palm. Seorim took his eyes off the painting and looked down at his hand, which was held by Yeonho.

“Let’s stay together, from now on too. I’ll open an exhibition for you someday, in a place where everyone can see.”

A light shone from his left ring finger. It did not take long to realize that it was a ring. Seorim took a short breath.

“From now on, live doing everything you want to do. By my side.”

The moonlight settled on the balcony. The ring, bathed in the blue light, sparkled gracefully on his finger.

“Yes.”

Seorim clenched his fingers and then opened them again. It was just a ring, but the meaning contained within it was so great and joyful that his chest felt tight.

The paintings drawn with this hand, the exhibition for just one person, and the ring received from that person. The scenery of this moment was so perfect that he wished time would just stop.

🦅

The sound of crackling flames spread from the fireplace lit on the annex wall.

Seorim let out a hot breath and passionately hugged Yeonho’s nape. As they fumbled with each other’s lips, both of them had become naked at some point. Of course, he did not feel cold at all.

Conversation was unnecessary. Short breaths filled the void, and the exchange of saliva was enough for communion. Yeonho, who had been kissing him in front of the fireplace, lightly lifted Seorim up.

After setting Seorim down on a high table nearby, Yeonho bit his lower lip. Even as they walked, their lips did not part. As if so thirsty, the two tongues clung together desperately.

“Eup, oo, heuah…….”

A long string of saliva stretched. Seorim looked up at Yeonho with dazed, unfocused eyes.

Soon, wet lips descended all over his nape. In every place they passed, reddish bruises bloomed like flowers, adorning the pure white skin.

Since it had been a long time since they had mixed their bodies, his skin grew sensitively hot even with small movements. Perhaps he was drunk on the atmosphere. It did not matter. He just wanted to drink in the pleasure before his eyes to his heart’s content.

As if touching a well-crafted sculpture, Yeonho’s hands meticulously traced every corner of Seorim’s body. The round shoulder line, and going down below it, the prominent sternum, the hollowed navel. After sweeping down his torso once, he kissed him.

“Eung.”

After tracing the slightly raised mounds on his chest with his lips, he sucks the convex nipple at the tip in one go. Seorim let out a cry of pleasure and threw his head back.

The tongue that came out gently rolled the tip of the bud. Seorim’s cheeks flushed red with the pleasure that surged precariously, as if it would grow bigger but not quite. Moans leaked out one after another from his parted lips.

“You don’t produce milk anymore?”

Yeonho whispered lowly, with the nipple still in his mouth. When Seorim shook his head, he sucks on the fruit as if disappointed. He also nibbled on it with his tongue, sending a thrilling sensation through him.

Tightening his lips on the sensitive area, licking it with his tongue, and sucking it up, Yeonho persistently tormented the nipple. Seorim, not knowing what to do, stuck his fingers between his hair. Nevertheless, the ravenous biting did not stop.

The hairless penis was erect to the point of sticking to his stomach. Below it, the fluid from the secret hole was already so copious that it soaked the entire space between his buttocks.

Yeonho, who had meticulously licked the nipple as if rolling a candy, lowered his body. Leaving wet marks on the protruding ribs and solar plexus, he took the flushed penis into his mouth.

“Heueu, eung……!”

He stuck his tongue into the urethral meatus at the tip of the glans, and also sucked up the flowing precum. Seorim’s buttocks squirmed with the extreme pleasure. Yeonho held him firmly and pulled him as he was about to fall over. Because of that, the glans was pushed all the way to his throat.

“Eup, heu, ahh!”

Without even coughing, Yeonho tightened his throat and wrapped around Seorim’s shaft. He seemed like a person who knew another’s body better than its owner. Seorim was on the verge of tears, repeatedly curling and uncurling his toes.

Only after melting and eating the penis for some time did Yeonho pull his lips away and slide further down. His breath touched the space between his buttocks, which was wet and damp from the constantly seeping love juice.

“Heu, a-euh! There, eut, it’s dirty.”

He tickles the wrinkled entrance with the tip of his tongue. The area, as sensitive as it could be, could not withstand the stimulation and convulsed. His lower abdomen tensed, and the hole once again spewed out fluid.

“You like it the most when I suck here, don’t you.”

“Heueu, ah, eut, it tickles.”

“If it tickles, why are you squirming. Like you’re asking for more.”

Yeonho’s hands strongly gripped and spread his weak thighs. The tongue that had only been fumbling with the entrance advanced with a smooth movement. As the tip of his tongue pressed down on the nerve-concentrated inner wall, Seorim’s pelvis jumped.

“Ah, heueu, eu! Please, pleeease.”

Not even knowing what he wanted him to do, Seorim pleaded blindly. As if responding, Yeonho put strength into his lips and sucked the hole. The sound of him swallowing the love juice with his throat was clear.

He felt like he would die of shame, yet it felt good. The conflicting desires of wanting him to stop and wanting him to do more made his head spin.

Even while Seorim was fighting with what little reason he had left, Yeonho continued to tickle the hole. He would roughly dig inside with his tongue, then soothe it by licking, and also give it light kisses.

At this rate, the entrance felt like it would swell up and burst. The melted inner walls wanted a bigger stimulation. Not playing around with a tongue, but to be stabbed by the thick thing it had now become accustomed to.

Too shy to say it in words, Seorim pushed his broad shoulders with his feet. Yeonho, glancing at his curled toes, gave a faint smile.

“You want me to scratch inside?”

“Eu, eung.”

“With what, my fingers?”

He’s doing it on purpose, knowing it’s not. Before he could shake his head, two fingers entered at once. Since it was an unexpected moment, Seorim’s shoulders trembled.

Because his sexual sensitivity was on high alert, he could feel each joint and callus clearly. Yeonho gently dug inside with his long fingers and pressed down. It felt as if every place he touched had become an erogenous zone.

“Hi, euk, haah, eung.”

Words would not come out properly. The fingers alone were pleasant enough, but his body remembered a greater pleasure. While floating buoyantly in a sea of ecstasy, he wanted to go to a deeper place.

“This isn’t it? Seorim-ah.”

And Ryu Yeonho was truly a bastard who sat at the very top of his head. Yeonho let out a sweet breath and pulled out his fingers. The brief moment was so regrettable that the inner walls puckered.

However, the emptiness was not long. Beyond his vision, blurred with spreading tears, he could see Yeonho holding his bobbing penis. The anticipation of being able to embrace that soon welled up, and his nape flushed.

From a while ago, he felt his lungs being crushed by the pheromones that wrapped around his entire body. Now it was time to receive another weight.

“Heu, ah-euk!”

Seorim let out a single scream. No matter how ready he was to accept it, it was a size that he felt resistance to. He could feel the entrance, spread to its limit, pulling painfully.

The penis pushing in widened the inner walls without a gap. The sensation of a foreign object rubbing against all his inner flesh at once took his breath away. Seorim could not say anything and clung to Yeonho, lying on the table.

“You have to relax. It’s been a while for me too, so it’s, hard to go easy on you.”

“Ah, heueu…….”

“I can’t compromise, so find your own way to survive.”

At the same time as those words, the penis pulled out forcefully, then entered again, stabbing the end of the inner wall. Accordingly, his buttocks naturally rose and fell.

With Seorim’s legs wrapped around his waist, Yeonho began to move his hips. The speed was not fast, but a correspondingly deep union continued. Literally being pounded by him, Seorim could not come to his senses.

Thump, with each movement, an object on the table fell. A toothbrush, cosmetics, and the like clattered down and rolled on the floor. Of course, such things were not important.

Burying his glans deep, Yeonho lowered his posture. Their lips met, and the two willingly breathed in each other’s breath. With their tongues firmly intertwined, the penis repeatedly entered and exited.

“Heuah, ah, I think I’m, going to die, eung.”

“You can’t die. What am I supposed to do.”

Yeonho pulled Seorim’s hand and kissed the ring on his ring finger. Not stopping there, he wrapped his tongue around the finger joint like a snake that had caught its prey.

“Hmm? Are you planning to make me a widower?”

“Haah, that, I can’t.”

“We have to live together for a long time and make Haenam a younger sibling too.”

He really wouldn’t know if he got pregnant with another child if they kept doing this. How long has it been since he gave birth. As Seorim shook his head back and forth, Yeonho let out a low laugh in the midst of his shortness of breath.

“That’s right, our Seorim-ie went through a lot giving birth to a baby.”

“Euk, ha, eung, of course. I, can’t do it again.”

“But it’s also a turn-on when you’re pregnant with my baby, your belly all full. The way you waddle is cute.”

The penis entered all the way to the cervix. In that moment, pain and stimulation rushed in fiercely, and Seorim shed a tear.

“Everywhere else is skinny, but only your belly is bulging. Haah, it’s so obvious that I made you pregnant and that’s how it happened.”

He was truly the ultimate pervert. What was even more absurd was that he had come after hearing those words. It was not just tears that he shed. White semen dripped down from the penis pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.

“You came first without saying anything.”

“Heuah, eung, what is there to sayy.”

“It’s sticky, isn’t it. Seorim-ah.”

Without removing the inserted penis, Yeonho picked Seorim up. The glans, which had already entered deeply, went even further inside. Seorim sobbed and hugged Yeonho’s head.

“Heuk, ah! Eung, take it out, and go, eut.”

“It’s a waste.”

Yeonho took a step. As if repeating a piston motion, the glans stabbed the inner walls with every step.

The place they arrived at was the bathroom. Carrying Seorim as he was, Yeonho strode to the shower booth. At the feeling of the cold tiles on his back, Seorim let out a shallow moan.

With Seorim’s back leaning against the wall, Yeonho began to insert again. He nonchalantly reached out his arm and turned on the shower. Soon, warm water poured down on both of their heads.

“Heueut, ah, eung, eu.”

The semen was washed away. Of course, from beginning to end, Seorim did not pay any attention to such things.

The inside of the bathroom was instantly filled with warm steam. The vapor rising from the floor blurred the glass walls of the shower booth.

Yeonho, taking the full force of the water stream, slowly exhaled. Between the sound of the water, the messy sound of skin slapping against skin and the two people’s panting breaths came and went.

Seorim dug his nails into Yeonho’s back to keep from slipping. It must have been painful for his skin to be dug into, but Yeonho was preoccupied with digging inside like a beast.

As he got closer to cumming, Yeonho turned Seorim around to face the wall.

“Heu, ah, ahh!”

His body was crushed between the wall and Yeonho. The insertion from behind was accompanied by a pleasure that was almost violent. His hardened nipples were pressed against the tiles, causing another ticklish stimulation.

Yeonho reached out and grabbed Seorim’s penis, which had already come. While rummaging through the inner walls, he simultaneously shook it up and down to induce another climax. He was a ruthless person.

“Heup, ah, euk! Ahh! Stop, heueu, stooop.”

Seorim had to beg and plead. The excessive pleasure was close to torture. But unfortunately, Ryu Yeonho was not someone you could reason with.

In a situation where only the desire to devour each other remained, conversation was a luxury, and it soon disappeared. Yeonho, too, seemed close to cumming, as the speed of him thrusting his penis quickened.

In one moment, Yeonho drove his glans deep into the cervix and then immediately pulled it out. Soon, he felt a hot, slippery liquid splash onto his buttocks.

Seorim collapsed without a word, listening to the hot breaths pouring into his ear. The regular breathing heard from nearby gradually calmed his excited heart.

He thought that this moment was like clear water drunk after enduring thirst for a very long time. The feeling of something being filled. An indescribable sense of fulfillment spread fully within him.

“I wonder if Haenam knows. That his parents’ relationship is this good.”

The words Yeonho uttered scattered with the steam on the bathroom ceiling. Seorim, panting for breath, let out a small laugh.

How could he not know when they kissed like that.

The ring on his left ring finger shone in the bathroom light. As he was looking at the scene, Yeonho covered the back of his hand with his own. Following that, a firm arm wrapped around his waist again.

How much better is our relationship going to get.

Seorim, looking back at his spouse’s flushed face, smiled, drunk on ecstasy.

After a long hesitation and wounds, Baek Seorim finally arrived in this embrace. A stop came to a life that had been endlessly falling. The warmth of one person seeped into the days that had crumbled like breath.

A place where he no longer had to run away. It was the salvation he had finally reached after a long season.