Chapter 198: Dissolve: His Last Choice

“Haah, ha… haah.”

Even after his fingers left, Song Hyunsoo couldn’t close his mouth for a moment, gasping for breath.

“S-senior.”

Song Hyunsoo slid his hands under his hips, using his middle and index fingers to spread himself open.

“I love you. So please, hurry up and drive me crazy here.”

Damn it.

Yoon Jooho muttered a curse, then quickly came at him, breathing heavily.

“Mm, uh. Hng, mmph.”

The glans, slicked with plenty of gel, finally rubbed against his entrance.

His member struggled, inch by inch, to push into Hyunsoo’s body, which had grown hot and pliant from the painstaking foreplay.

“I-it feels… like I’m going to burst down there.”

Song Hyunsoo ran his feet and legs wildly along his hips and lower back.

He scratched and gripped his thick shoulders, chest, bulging deltoids, and biceps.

“Spread your legs wider.”

Yoon Jooho looked down at where they were joined and spoke through gritted teeth.

“Is it… not going in well?”

“It feels like it’s about to get cut off.”

“It’s been a while for us.”

“It’s only been a few months. Have you forgotten your Nampyeon’s shape?”

“N-no, my Nampyeon is—mmm, mmph…”

He still silenced him with a kiss.

He pulled back his hips, pushed in even deeper than before, then slowly retreated to give a brief chance to breathe, only to force his way back in, splitting open what was tightly shut…

Yoon Jooho kept at it, determined and patient.

And finally, their bodies locked so closely that Yoon Jooho’s pubic hair rubbed right at Hyunsoo’s entrance.

As Song Hyunsoo stroked his own lower belly, he asked,

“I, hng, I’ve always wondered something.”

“Did you have to ask right now?”

Nod.

Yoon Jooho looked displeased at being stopped when he was eager to move his hips.

Even so, he slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and smoothed his expression.

“What is it?”

You’ve calmed down a lot, our Prince.

“Did you know, this is the first time we’ve done it in missionary position?”

“……”

Judging by the slight furrow in his brow, he seemed to know.

“Why didn’t we ever do it this way until now?”

“I thought you’d get angry.”

“I promise I won’t.”

He seemed to hesitate, glancing away. Then he let out a long sigh, resigning himself.

“I’ve never done missionary with a man before.”

“……”

“So I never even thought about it.”

“Even after we started dating?”

“That’s why I said you’d get angry.”

“I’m not angry.”

“You’re not?”

He looked surprised, as if he’d braced himself to be kicked off at any moment.

Song Hyunsoo stroked his sweat-damp face, evidence of his patience and restraint.

“I’m not. We’re doing it now, aren’t we?”

He slipped his arms under Yoon Jooho’s armpits, pulling his thick, broad back into a tight embrace.

Deep inside, fully joined, holding each other close—it felt like there wasn’t a single gap left between them.

Kneeling and lowering his hips, Yoon Jooho thrust even deeper into Hyunsoo. Hyunsoo’s hips rose, both calves lifting off the bed.

Song Hyunsoo pressed his lips to Jooho’s shoulder, waiting for the pleasure to come.

“Nngh, ah. Nnh. Haah!”

Yoon Jooho’s thrusts began in earnest.

As his hips, lifted high, dropped back down, it pressed deep into his insides.

The tight walls, which had only tried to push him out at first, slowly grew more elastic with each thrust, eventually swallowing him in, sucking him deeper.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

Yoon Jooho’s precum and the lube mixed inside Song Hyunsoo, oozing out along the shaft with every thrust.

“Haah, ha. S-senior…”

Song Hyunsoo clung even tighter to his back and shoulders.

He could feel a greedy pouch deep inside, a part of himself he never even noticed in daily life, swelling up.

Every time the hard, thick shaft and glans grazed that spot, his hips jolted, toes curled and stretched, and the penis pressed between their bellies trembled.

Yoon Jooho gazed down at Song Hyunsoo, sweeping sweat-soaked hair from his face.

Then, as if in love, he nuzzled his nose, then pressed their lips together, so deep that Hyunsoo’s lower lip turned outwards.

“Mm, hmm, mm.”

From the tips of his toes that Jooho had sucked, up the backs of his thighs, his groin, sides and lower belly, chest and armpits, the arms and fingers holding him, lips and tongue, the nose breathing in his scent, the eyes gazing at him, down to each strand of hair that Jooho brushed aside—

He knew this man loved his whole being. He felt it with every part of himself.

He couldn’t help but feel it.

I’m not just having sex right now. I’m being loved by this man.

Chest pressed to chest, bellies pressed together, tongues tangled—neither beautiful nor refined—they climaxed almost at the same time, no gap between them.

Even as he continued to come for quite a while, Yoon Jooho didn’t stop or slow his movements.

Only after spilling everything did he wrap Song Hyunsoo tightly in his arms, slowly rolling his hips as he gasped for breath.

Yoon Jooho’s semen seeped between his shaft and Hyunsoo’s inner walls, as if melting away the barrier between them.

It felt like all boundaries vanished, blending them sticky and close as one…

“Ah, hng. Why.”

“Why?”

“Why do they call this ‘sticking together’… I think I know now.”

Sss, Yoon Jooho made a soft sound, as if scolding a child.

“Is there anything this Rookie Actor won’t say?”

Even after climax, Yoon Jooho’s shaft twitched inside him again.

Maybe he’d said something he shouldn’t have.

But it didn’t matter.

The night was long, and there was no reason to rush anymore.

We were both worthy of receiving the prize that is each other.