Free Web NovelLee Hyunmook lowered himself, catching Yohan’s hardened nipples between his lips and tongue, rolling them wetly before sucking hard enough to sting. Yohan had never imagined being touched like this by someone else, and the strange sensation made him curl his legs. Hyunmook pulled them apart again, sliding his /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ hips between them. The blatant intent made Yohan’s face flush bright red.
“Haa....”
A sharp breath escaped Yohan’s lips. Hyunmook had spent patient care licking, sucking, and caressing until his stiff, tense lover finally loosened. By the time Yohan was squirming with need, Hyunmook’s head reached his thighs. He pressed a kiss to Yohan’s trembling length, drawing a gasp.
“Hy-hyunmook hyung... please....”
When lips closed warmly around the tip, shivers raced down Yohan’s spine. His hands flailed helplessly, his hips lifting off the bed.
“Mm...!”
Clutching at the sheets, Yohan bit his lip. Hyunmook lapped up the fluid that leaked sweetly, then sat up to reach for something. Yohan blinked in confusion at the condom and lubricant in his hand—clearly new, not something bought years ago. As he tore the wrapper, Hyunmook smiled.
“I picked them up earlier when I went to buy dinner, thinking I’d spend tonight alone with my lover.”
Realizing he wasn’t the only one who had been waiting for this, Yohan let go of his doubts.
Lubed fingers teased and circled his entrance, then pressed in slowly. There was no pain—only heat rushing to Yohan’s cheeks. Without the others around, control slipped, and faint light glittered from him. Hyunmook’s dark eyes reflected it with rare brilliance.
One finger became two, then three, then four, each move so deliberate it drove Yohan to impatience. Only when Hyunmook deemed him ready did he finally shed his robe. Yohan stared wide-eyed at the sight.
“Uh....”
“If you want to stop, just say it, Yohan.”
Yohan’s gaze wavered. Should they stop? He had thought it was big when he touched it earlier, but seeing it bare was overwhelming. Could it even be possible? Fear and awe warred in him, but his longing for Hyunmook and curiosity for what it meant to be lovers won out. He nodded.
“Please... keep going.”
When Hyunmook hesitated, Yohan pleaded, “Hyung....” The kiss that followed was so tender, Yohan forgot that those same lips had just been on him. As their tongues slid sweetly together, something heavy pressed against him. Yohan froze.
Hyunmook rubbed his slick head against Yohan, pushing as though to enter but never quite, moving his hips in obscene rhythm. Yohan’s face burned. After long minutes of teasing, he finally pushed inside.
Thanks to his care, pain was bearable, but even swallowing only the tip left Yohan straining, moaning with unease. He reminded himself he was a high-tier Awakener—his regeneration alone would keep him safe.
“...Good boy.”
Hyunmook coaxed gently, lapping at the sweat on Yohan’s brow. Only half entered, he asked,
“Should I pull out?”
“Uhh—no....”
Yohan’s breath was ragged, his body conflicted, but the sense of connection outweighed his fear. Clinging to him, Yohan pressed his hot cheek against him and begged,
“Move... please, quickly....”
Hyunmook slid the pillow from beneath Yohan’s head and tucked it against the bedframe, then pressed deeper. Yohan’s eyes went wide. Only half was inside? He looked down, seeing just how much remained, and his mouth fell open. Smiling at the expression, Hyunmook kissed his lower lip, then moved.
“...Ah, ah!”
Embarrassed noises slipped from Yohan’s mouth. His insides ached from being filled, yet he could only cling to Hyunmook like a lifeline. Soon, something strange began to stir deep in his belly.
“Mnn, uh....”
At first it felt like he might wet himself. Then a sharp moan escaped. Realization struck—this was pleasure. Hyunmook noticed instantly: Yohan’s flushed body, his feverish little whimpers, the beads of sweat. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
“It... it feels weird....”
“Not only weird... right?”
Hyunmook angled his hips, pressing against a firmer spot inside. Yohan’s body jolted at the stimulation.
“...Ah!”
He curled up, legs squeezing reflexively around Hyunmook’s waist. Embarrassed, he tried to move, but Hyunmook only pushed deeper, holding him tight.
Yohan panted, overwhelmed, but the sharp pleasure soon drowned every trace of discomfort. Tears spilled with light, shimmering as they fell. Hyunmook kissed him and whispered,
“As much as you want, Yohan.”
Driving deeper, he drew a short cry as Yohan clutched at him. His stomach dampened with Yohan’s arousal.
“My soft, sweet Yangyang....”
Confirming Yohan’s cries weren’t from pain, Hyunmook smiled, kissing him again as he sank further.
“N-no, it’s not...!”
Yohan protested weakly, misunderstanding his words, but Hyunmook only laughed, eyes soft.
“Not soft? Then... my hard Yangyang.”
Yohan gasped, his insides pressed so firmly his lower belly bulged. Hyunmook pinned his legs and moved again. Each thrust made his abdomen rise and fall.
“Ah—ngh...!”
Yohan’s breath hitched, his face flushed, the pleasure crawling to his fingertips. Wet sounds filled the air.
“My Yohan.”
Hyunmook’s voice was tender, lips brushing everywhere his skin burned. His whispers blurred into inaudible murmurs, only his lips moving: my Yangyang...
“...Ah, ah! Aah!”
Yohan’s body clenched tight, his head snapping back. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes as Hyunmook pulled out, then drove back in hard enough to make him cry out.
“Ahhh...!”
The pace grew merciless, the wet slaps loud. Yohan writhed, at once pushing him away and pulling him closer. Fluid seeped from where they joined.
In Hyunmook’s narrowed eyes glimmered a red light. Shadows pooled thickly beneath Yohan, spreading... until his body overflowed with light. It spilled dazzlingly, washing the darkness beneath them into shimmering stars.
Wrapped in the strange comfort of Hyunmook’s bed, Yohan clung to him, drowning helplessly in the fierce, sweet pleasure.
