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Cloudless Sky Side Story 5. A Midsummer Night's Letter (2) Main Text: The Island of Runaway Lovers (7)
🕑 Added 2024-10-21 11:25:48 +0000 UTCSide Story 5. A Midsummer Night's Letter (2) Main Text: The Island of Runaway Lovers (7)
"Ungh..."
No matter how carefully Tae-un loosened him up, from the body's perspective, stuffing this inside was clearly abuse. But after long practice, he now felt most of the sensations of penetrative sex as pleasure.
Sometimes when they were in a position where he could see below, Soram would look at his hole stretched to match Tae-un's member and wonder if this was really his body. Now, with his cheek resting on Tae-un's shoulder, he couldn't see it, but he could imagine how tightly stretched it must be.
As the shaft slowly pushed its way in, when it was blocked by the inner walls, Tae-un thrust his hips upward. Both their bodies were wet, making a squelching friction sound.
"Kuk!"
The member forcibly pried open the narrowed space and pierced deep inside.
"Ah, huu... Haaugh!"
The loud moan he let out echoed off the damp walls. Startled by the sound of his own voice, his shoulders jerked.
His knees tingled. Pushed by Tae-un's upward thrust, his heels lifted and his toes barely trembled against the floor for support. Water pooled between their pressed bodies, making sloshing sounds with each friction.
"Ah, Han Tae-un, hu, ugh, ah..."
His body tensed up due to the unstable posture of standing on the slippery floor. Perhaps because he was clenched inside, Tae-un's upward thrusts became even stronger. It felt like his waist was rattling just from colliding with Tae-un's thighs from below.
During sex, Tae-un's upper body was gentle, caressing or firmly embracing, but his lower body was rough as if it belonged to a different person. Thud, thud. The sound of him pounding inside echoed directly in Soram's head.
"I, it's hard to stand, uh. Hoo. I feel like, I'm going to, fall."
Since Tae-un, who was taller than him, was thrusting upward, even the one leg barely touching the floor was gradually lifting at the heel. The wet floor contributed to this as well. As his posture became more unstable, not only his arms clinging to Tae-un but also his legs wrapped around Tae-un's waist tensed up. A drumming-like resonance transmitted from the large chest pressed against him.
"Haah. Soram-ah. Lean completely forward."
"Huh? Ah...!"
A sudden feeling of buoyancy overwhelmed him. The one foot that had been barely on tiptoe left the floor.
"Huuk!"
Tae-un placed Soram's legs on his arms and supported his waist with both hands, completely lifting him up. Surprised, Soram reflexively hugged him tightly. No matter how steadily Tae-un held him, it couldn't help but feel dizzying to be completely suspended, relying on someone else.
"Hey, what, what, what are you do... hup!"
In the midst of his struggling, the member scraped against his hole. Both feet suspended in the air curved into an arch.
"Ha, huu... Wait... Ah, no, it's weird, ah!"
Tae-un showed no mercy to Soram's situation and lifted his buttocks up, then pulled them down. With a brief feeling of floating, the member dug deep inside.
"Kuk! ...Ah, ah, huah...!"
When Tae-un flexed his arms, the member pulled out, and when he slightly relaxed, Soram's body dropped, and the member plunged in. The only resistance Soram could offer was clinging to his neck, but it didn't help even a tiny bit.
The two legs that had been flailing eventually chose to wrap tightly around Tae-un. Every time his legs twitched from the pleasure transmitted to his toes, they rubbed against Tae-un's waist, moist with water.
After shaking Soram for a while, Tae-un stopped moving with his member pushed all the way in. With his insides completely filled, all Soram could do was tremble while clinging to Tae-un. Tae-un smiled with satisfaction.
"This is the first time in this position, I can't believe I've lived without knowing how good this feels."
"Ah, ne-next time, absolutely, not... Ho..."
"Why? Doesn't it feel good? You've already come once."
"..."
Between their tightly pressed bodies, invisible to the eye, Soram's member had left traces of semen. He had thought Tae-un hadn't noticed, but frustratingly, he had known.
Tae-un lightly grazed his teeth against Soram's ear, who was breathing heavily with his face buried in Tae-un's shoulder, then pulled away.
"Make noise. This isn't, the dormitory, you know."
In the dormitory bathroom at headquarters, they occasionally engaged in some handjob play, but never went as far as penetration. After sex that started with things heating up and then hurriedly moving to the bedroom, Tae-un would search more fervently for a house to move into.
Soram found everything unfamiliar, as having the member this deep inside usually happened in bed. Both their wet bodies pressed together, and the moans echoing off the walls.
Tae-un seemed to want to hear sobbing voices in the bathroom for once, but this wasn't a matter of holding back for fear of voices leaking out.
"I, ah, don't want to hear. Hu."
"Why?"
"It's embar, rassing."
"I like it though."
"That's, ah, just you. Then you too, hu, me. I like hearing your voice too."
"Hmm."
Tae-un let out a long breath and then dug inside once more. Soram was completely crushed between the wall and Tae-un's body. Just when he thought it was all the way in, with each rise and fall of Tae-un's body, his insides were invaded even deeper. Tae-un made a scratching sound in his throat.
"Huu, hu! Ah, why don't, you, make noise."
"You know I'm not, haah, usually a talkative guy."
"Hu!"
Once again, after a terrible feeling of falling, the member dug into his hole, plowing it.
"Ah, ah...! Huah, ah, down there, feels weird. Hu!"
Lifted up until only the tip remained, then slammed down as if sitting on Tae-un's pelvic bone. Tae-un handled Soram as if he barely felt his weight. It was a position only possible because Tae-un was a 1st-grade hunter, and intense enough that only Soram, being a 1st-grade himself, could endure it.
"Huuuk!"
Tears welled up in his brown eyes. His waist stiffened as if electricity had run through his entire body. Tae-un spread his hands gripping both buttocks apart. The shaft entering and exiting the entrance felt even more vivid. Both the sensation of being pulled out, and the inner flesh clinging to the member being shoved back inside.
"Ah, ah, huah, ah!"
Their wet bodies collided with squelching sounds.
Soram thrashed in Tae-un's arms. But because he was tightly embracing him, the movement didn't offer much resistance. Soram's eyes grew wet from the pleasure that was being forced upon him almost violently, and when he squeezed his eyes shut unable to bear it, tears flowed down his cheeks.
"Too, ho, too, strong, Han Tae-un...!"
"Haah, Soram-ah, ugh."
"Inside, moving, ah, huup!"
Tae-un lifted Soram up again. Surprised by the sudden thrusting that started without warning, Soram clutched Tae-un's shoulders. His fingertips, slippery with moisture, scratched the skin.
"Huut...!"
Wet hair rubbed against his shoulder. Soram, whose strength rapidly drained from the excessive pleasure, had no choice but to completely entrust his body to Tae-un.
"Soram-ah..."
If emotions could be written in voices, the voice that just whispered his name in his ear would be full of thick lust. Even amidst the affectionate call, the member didn't stop ravaging Soram's insides.
Thinking that he was being shaken as Tae-un desired, even the situation of being helplessly moved and feeling while crying became exciting. Panting with excitement, Soram tightened his backside as much as he could in maximum rebellion. Tae-un exhaled heavily through his teeth.
"Ah, aah, hu, ah...! Han Tae-un, huuk..."
"Haah, ha..."
Tae-un also tightened his arms holding Soram. He reached out and turned off the shower that had been pouring water onto the floor by itself. Now their voices and breaths could be heard even more clearly.
Unlike Soram, whose tone got higher as he became more excited, Tae-un's voice deepened. Soram learned for the first time from him that even breathing sounds had pitch. The deep sound resonating in his chest entered Soram's ears and spread out low.
Breathing like that, when excitement peaked, he let out a slightly longer voice.
"Soram-ah. Haah..., I like it, hu, Soram-ah."
Ha, it's thrilling.
His eyes welled up with the heightened excitement that had come upon him before he knew it.
The member inside twitched. Soram also felt his climax approaching its peak.
"Can I do it inside?"
Han Tae-un must have been quite excited too. For someone who usually insisted on condoms without fail to say such a thing with his own mouth.
"You're going to, hu, wash me anyway, aren't you?"
"That's right."
Tae-un lifted Soram up again and thrust precisely into the spot that made him feel good. He seemed to intend to climax together and finish.
His own pleasure and Tae-un's pleasure mixed together until he couldn't tell whose was whose. Panting, he clung to him even more.
"Soram-ah, ...!"
"Ah, aah, huup ah...!"
A short scream echoed off the wet walls. Something hotter than the heated air spread inside his belly.
Soram trembled while held in his arms. The shoulders in his arms also rose and fell greatly with rough breaths.
"Huu, hu, huah..."
Holding Soram, who was still trembling from the afterglow of climax, Tae-un turned around in large strides. The member inside rubbed wetly with each step.
Easily supporting Soram with one arm, Tae-un snatched up a large towel.
He spread the towel on the wide marble space next to the sink and set Soram down. Soram's legs spread apart as he was laid half-reclined against the mirror.
"Hu."
What Tae-un had left inside leaked out of the twitching hole. Tae-un spread Soram's legs wide open, leaving nothing to hide between them, and didn't take his eyes off that spot.
Even as he visually recalled the traces he had left in the deepest part of Soram's body, his expression was nothing short of greedy.
