Chapter 117: Dissolve: His Last Choice

Crunch. It sounded like something cracked beneath him.

That was how relentlessly and mercilessly Yoon Jooho drove all the way in at once.

Song Hyunsoo gripped the back of Jooho’s hand covering the back of his own. Biting his lower lip, he buried his face into the pillow.

To endure the overwhelming pressure shaking his entire lower body, this was the only way.

“Hngh, hngh. Hup.”

A sob that sounded like he was holding back tearful grief slipped repeatedly from between his lips.

If Jooho moved even slightly now, Hyunsoo was afraid his insides would rupture. Clinging to his fingers as if desperately holding on, he turned his head to look for his face.

“Not yet! S-slowly… sunbae, slowly…”

At the sweaty nape of his neck, Jooho rubbed his lips and whispered.

“I’ll take care of it. Just focus on the feeling.”

His voice was deeper and hoarser than usual, but somehow it sounded all the sweeter— like honey spread on a sharp, crispy cracker.

Jooho’s right hand, having released Hyunsoo’s, moved downward. Stroking his side, it traveled down to the front of Hyunsoo’s raised hips, toward his penis.

Wrapping around the inverted shaft, he slid his hand downward toward the glans.

“Haah, hngh, uhn.”

Hyunsoo’s waist twisted immediately.

Ugh. Jooho bit the flesh at the back of his neck, swallowing a groan as his hips squeezed the penis.

“Careful.”

“Hngh, uh… haah.”

“Are you alone right now?”

“N-no… wha—nonsense…”

“I’m inside your belly.”

“C’mon! Stop that crazy talk…!”

Right by his ear, Jooho laughed lowly. It was a laugh that seemed to taste of salty sweat. Vibrations of laughter traveled along their fully connected joining point, through the penis filling Hyunsoo’s bursting backside.

As if they had become one, Jooho’s breath, the pulse of his penis, and the faint movements of his lower abdomen were all felt.

At this point, denying that he was inside Hyunsoo’s belly felt impossible.

Sensing Hyunsoo’s tension loosening, Jooho began to slowly rotate his hips. He didn’t move back and forth. Keeping fully inserted, he drew circles with his hips, gradually widening the inside.

The base of his penis rubbed strongly against the anal entrance. The sensation at the entrance was most vivid. It felt like melting from the point of union. Hyunsoo crumbled again, groaning.

“Hngh, hngh. Hrk.”

“You get it? I’m moving inside here.”

Pressing down gently on Hyunsoo’s lower abdomen, the hand that touched his penis asked.

Breathing heavily through his cracked lips, Hyunsoo almost reflexively nodded.

The trembling of his tearful eyes, the sweat beads on the bridge of his nose, his parted lips gasping for breath— Jooho’s gaze indulged in every detail, burning hot.

Licking his earlobe with the tip of his tongue, he now tapped Hyunsoo’s glans lightly with his right index finger.

Between his fingertip and the glans, transparent strings of fluid stretched, the lewd image vivid before their eyes.

“Haah! Hrk! Kheut!”

Hyunsoo struggled and twisted his lower body, and Jooho pressed down even harder on his shoulders and chest as if subduing a captured beast.

“Don’t do that. It just turns me on more.”

Pressed by his upper body, Hyunsoo couldn’t even turn his shoulders now. With his cheek against the pillow, all the stimulation Jooho gave was received completely.

Tormenting front, back, and ears at the same time, he scattered Hyunsoo’s body and mind recklessly.

Gripping the blanket with his right hand, Hyunsoo squirmed while stroking and clutching Jooho’s hand and arm with his left. The Rolex Day-Date Ice Blue Dial hung from his fingertips.

“Hah, hrk. Hup. Hrk…”

Hyunsoo looked at it with wet eyes.

The only accessory allowed on Jooho’s naked body was that watch, worn without a stitch of clothing.

Suddenly, that fact felt unbearably precious. The watch he had taken back and put on Jooho.

Touching the warm Bracelet that had softened with Jooho’s body heat, he rubbed his nose and lips against the hand.

He felt Jooho’s gaze looking down at him steadily.

“I told you not to lose it, right? To take it back.”

Breath close to his ear, Jooho’s voice was rough.

“I tried to.”

Hyunsoo tried to turn his head to see Jooho’s face but couldn’t due to the pressure.

“But chasing doesn’t mean you can get everything back.”

“Ugh, hngh. Mm… hnk.”

Jooho’s hand sped up, squeezing and sliding along his penis.

Why did he have to say this kind of thing, and at this timing?

“The smell and shape have changed so badly it reeks… then you have to know when to stop chasing and give up.”

Hyunsoo’s heart began to race. The heat pooling in his head suddenly cooled. Reaching between his legs, he placed his hand over Jooho’s, gripping tightly as Jooho moved his penis.

He looked at Jooho askance, almost glaring.

“Did you meet that person from before today, by any chance?”

“……”

“Did you?”

Is that why he came all the way to my place, acting strange even while we’re in the middle of this?

Jooho frowned deeply.

“You have an overactive imagination.”

Ignoring Hyunsoo’s trying-to-stop hand, Jooho continued stimulating the front. The angle of his hip rotations grew sharper.

The smooth sensation of pubic hair rubbing against soft flesh made Hyunsoo’s voice tremble.

“No matter how mean sunbae is, I’m not leaving.”

Whether he was listening or not, Jooho, having completely subdued Hyunsoo’s body, only bit everywhere his lips touched— his shoulders, upper back, nape, behind the ears.

It looked like his bite marks would become tattered. He didn’t care.

“That person already lost sunbae. The one beside you now is me.”

“You’re not beside me, you’re under me. It’s the junior position.”

“Talk all you want. If you want to test me, go ahead.”

“……”

“I won’t hate you. And I won’t betray you.”

Squeeeze.

Just when he thought he was filled to the absolute limit, unbelievably, the glans pushed deeper inside.

“Aaah… hng… ugh….”

Hyunsoo grabbed Jooho’s hand, trembling. Jooho slid his pointed tongue into his ear canal and said,

“Want to sign a written pledge? I don’t trust just verbal promises.”

“Well, let’s write it then.”

He wasn’t refusing because he didn’t want to; he was afraid to take the first step. Not wanting to was a lie he told himself because he feared losing it again. How could he be pushed without consent?

Jooho’s low chuckle came through.

Whether he believed him, didn’t believe him, was satisfied or thought it was all useless—no one could tell from that laugh.

So deep, Hyunsoo wondered if Jooho’s member was piercing the bottom of his heart.

Hyunsoo’s calves struggled, his body shaking.

“No, no! Not yet!”

He stretched his right arm back, trying to flail, but it wasn’t enough to stop Jooho’s movement.

Tsk, Jooho clicked his tongue.

The half-pulled-out member slowly and then thoroughly plunged back in. The time it took was so long he wondered if it was only halfway out.

The glans hit the wall and was stopped, then retreated again, before creeping back in.

The far end of his inner wall, which seemed forced open, now mushily softened every time his penis collided. Like butter just starting to melt.

“Haah, ugh… hngh, hup.”

He felt vividly that he was being taken inside— like seeing his insides with his own eyes.

The rhythm of his hand shaking the front and the thrusts of his hips inside matched perfectly.

From back to front, it felt like he was completely penetrated. Panting wildly with his hips raised, he didn’t realize he was tightening his hole.

Thud, thud, thud. The groin and hips, thighs and thighs pressed tight. Sticky sweat seeping out mixed with other fluids made everything slick. The texture and sound heightened his sensitivity.

Each time Jooho’s member slid inside and the groin pressed flush against his hips, Hyunsoo’s body shook strongly back and forth. The pillow was pushed aside.

Jooho’s hips were wild yet perfectly calculated to stay just within Hyunsoo’s limits. Only inflicting pain that could be endured.

The vague pain gradually faded, overtaken by an intense pleasure that overwhelmed it.

Rising fiercely, covering and swallowing the pain, dyeing it with its own color. Waves of pleasure coursed through his whole body.

Rubbing his cheeks hard against the mattress, beneath Jooho, Hyunsoo spilled his seed in his hand.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! I told you! I’m coming, you crazy bastard!”

“The crazy bastard knows.”

Jooho’s hand, soaked with wetness, moved back to coat their joined place with cum as he continued thrusting.

“I came from my hand. Think I wouldn’t know?”

“If you know, then st-stop… hngh, hnk. Haah.”

The feeling penetrated his entire head.

The deep, rough insertion seemed to shatter all stored memories and emotions in his brain without mercy.