My Bloody Valentine - 59

Taeshin licked Han’s body from the perineum that he had chewed on up to the area where the anal cleft began, while pressing down firmly on the back of Han’s head with his hand. Han’s face, lying on top of Taeshin’s body, was crushed against the massive penis.

It seemed that even if all the humiliating things that had happened up until now were combined, it wouldn’t be as bad as this moment. Han put strength into his two hands gripping the mattress and tried to turn his body around to look back.

“You…freak? Ah……Stop…Stop it!”

He tried with all his might to raise his hips to get out of the shockingly unthought-of position, but Taeshin’s hand wrapped around one of his thighs made it impossible for him to move at all. The recoil from his efforts only resulted in him sinking down further, pressing his face even harder against Taeshin’s groin.

However, Taeshin did not seem to care at all about Han’s weight sitting on his face. Rather, he looked quite willing.

Feeling an urgent desire to plunge into something immediately, Taeshin reached out with both hands desperately. With one hand grasping his penis and the other grabbing Han’s hair, he rubbed and ground the glans against Han’s lips.

“Suck it.”

“No, ugh, no…!”

Before Han could even finish saying no, Taeshin suddenly bit down hard on the soft, tender flesh of his perineum.

“Aaah!”

As Han’s mouth opened wide to scream, Taeshin’s penis thrust itself fully inside.

Taeshin slid Han’s hips down a bit further, then jabbed his pointy, upright tongue into the tightly clenched opening.

“Ungh…”

A strangled moan immediately burst out from Han.

Taeshin gripped Han tightly to hold him in place as he ravenously sucked on his underside. Meanwhile, he bucked his hips upward, driving his penis in and out of Han’s mouth.

Each time Taeshin moved his tongue to lick the inner walls, his lower teeth and jaw prodded and pressed against Han’s perineum and scrotum. Han’s spine shuddered from the overwhelming stimulation.

Before long, Han’s own penis had become fully erect, and each time he convulsed, it slapped against Taeshin’s chest, the sheer pleasure making Han feel delirious. He wanted to cry out but his mouth was completely stuffed full of Taeshin’s huge cock.

“Mmmngh…hunh, unghh…”

It wasn’t until sobs started mixing in with Han’s muffled moans that Taeshin finally released his grip on Han’s hair. Soon after, the sopping wet penis slid out of Han’s mouth.

Still straddling Taeshin’s face, Han coughed and sputtered, his hole and surrounding areas getting rubbed and pressed against Taeshin’s upturned nose, lips and jaw with each convulsion.

“Hah…stop, stop it…”

The area that had been sucked, bitten and invaded deeply by Taeshin’s tongue felt scorchingly hot, like it might melt.

When Taeshin released his grip on Han’s thigh, Han sluggishly crawled to the edge of the mattress and collapsed limply. Even though the main act hadn’t even started yet, he was already completely drained.

However, it wasn’t long before Han’s sprawled, damp body was forcefully dragged back by Taeshin’s firm hands.

Leaning back against the headboard, Taeshin pulled Han onto his lap facing him. Grasping the shaft of his penis to keep it upright, Taeshin aimed the swollen glans at Han’s reddened, dripping entrance between his ass cheeks. He then slowly guided Han’s hips down.

“Ah, aahh…”

Han’s body began sinking down, taking Taeshin inside inch by inch.

Han pushed against Taeshin’s shoulders with both hands, trying to keep his body slightly raised to make the penetration shallower. But Taeshin wouldn’t allow it, tightly embracing Han’s waist and sharply thrusting his hips upward. This caused his cock to plunge in to the root with a lewd squelching sound.

“Aaauugghh!”

The sudden impaling of his deepest spot combined with the swollen glans head made Han’s eyes roll back.

“Now move yourself.”

“Hah, can’t, can’t…don’t want to…”

As punishment for Han’s refusal, Taeshin forcefully thrust his hips upward again. Han’s body was lifted high before sinking back down.

“Hieek, huuh…hnghh…”

Shedding involuntary tears, Han looked at Taeshin with resentful eyes. Then, as if grasping at straws, he asked with a desperate voice:

“Me, hunh, not…tired of me yet…?”

“No.”

Unlike Han, who could barely ask the trembling question, Taeshin’s breathing remained completely steady.

“When, ahh, about…will you get tired?”

“How many times are left now?”

“Ah, nine times…”

“Try your best. So I can get tired of you by then.”

When would he finally get tired of Han? Taeshin had asked himself that same question countless times but never got a proper answer.

Releasing his grip on Han’s waist, Taeshin leaned back, supporting the back of his head with both hands as if observing. Han was left awkwardly straddling Taeshin’s cock alone.

Somehow he had to make Taeshin climax so he could get one step closer to freedom. Seeming to steel his resolve, Han planted his palms firmly on Taeshin’s well-defined abs. Then he began slowly rocking his hips back and forth.

“Nnhh…hunh…”

But no matter how hard he tried to avoid it, Taeshin’s size made it impossible not to graze against Han’s deepest spot. Each time that pleasure point was pressed, Han’s inner walls would spasm tightly around Taeshin’s cock despite his tentative, shallow motions.

“Is this supposed to make me get tired of you? You need to loosen up more. Squeezing me like this is doing the opposite.”

“Nngh, haahh…”

“Huh? You need to act cheaper if you want me to get tired of you, Han.”

“Aahh, nnh, hunh…”

“You’re gripping my dick so tightly and writhing around, it’s driving me crazy.”

Han wanted to prove Taeshin wrong by moving more shamelessly, but his body simply wouldn’t cooperate. Plus his dry throat was constricting from labored breathing, causing him to break into fits of ragged coughing.

Each time Han coughed, his whole body shuddered, making his inner muscles clench tightly around the entire shaft of Taeshin’s cock. Feeling a pleasure so intense he could climax any second, Taeshin narrowed his brows and stretched his arm out to the bedside table.

While Han continued bracing himself with his hands on his own lower abdomen, coughing intermittently, Taeshin opened a bottle of water and handed it to him. Han took the bottle gingerly and began sipping, his insides still completely filled with Taeshin.

Unable to wait for Han to finish drinking, Taeshin thrust his hips upward, causing water to spill from Han’s lips.

“Hunh, wait, cough…let me, cough…drink…”

“Take it slow.”

But despite his words, Taeshin continued undulating his hips in gentle motions. Eventually the bottle slipped from Han’s lips again and a clear stream of water trickled down his chin and neck.

“Hunh…let me, let me drink some water, haaahh…”

“Haaah…I said drink it.”

Taeshin sat up and tightly embraced Han’s waist, pulling their bodies flush together.

The water pooled between their joined bodies made lewd splattering noises as it sprayed about. The addition of those obscene sounds made the room’s temperature seem to rise even further.

Pressed tightly together as they moved, Han’s penis rubbed against Taeshin’s abs, causing him to ejaculate several times. When Taeshin drove himself in deeply, another dribble of Han’s release seeped out.

Watching the semi-transparent fluid soak thickly onto his abdominals, Taeshin chuckled in amusement.

“Squirting out little spurts like that, you’re just like a rabbit.”

“Haah, nnhh, huaahh…no more, I can’t anymore…”

Long after Taeshin had finished climaxing, the water bottle lay empty and rolling on the floor. And Han, who had been begging for it to stop, was slumped over with his forehead resting on Taeshin’s shoulder, completely spent.

❖ ❖ ❖

Kwagwang-

Han woke up from the sudden thunderclap.

The spring rain this year was exceptionally accompanied by thunder and lightning. The sound of raindrops hitting the window faintly came through the thick glass and curtains.

Han slowly opened his eyes. Right away, he saw Taeshin sleeping beside him. Since it was usually Han who was passed out or asleep, this was the first time he’d seen Taeshin in slumber.

It was the first time Taeshin had been satisfied with just one round. Of course, during that time Han had been forcefully brought to climax over and over without rest.

Han shook his head, realizing the words “Jang Taeshin” and “consideration” didn’t really belong in the same sentence, after briefly wondering if Taeshin had taken it easy on his still recovering body.

Then, a low pained groan came from beside him.

Han quickly squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. He was afraid if Taeshin realized he was awake, he’d demand they finish what they didn’t get to earlier.

The sounds of Taeshin getting up and walking somewhere could be heard. At the noise of a drawer opening, Han cracked his eyes open slightly to see Taeshin taking something out of the dresser.

It was a white pill bottle. After shaking out four or five pills, Taeshin dry swallowed them without any water. He then picked up another bottle. In this manner, he took three different kinds of medication in one go.

Could it be drugs? Han didn’t know what kind of pills they were, but it seemed like enough to fill his stomach just by taking them.

As Taeshin turned around closing the drawer, Han quickly shut his eyes again. Taeshin came back and laid down next to Han.

Outside, the rain continued pouring while Taeshin intermittently let out low groans. Pretending to shift in his sleep, Han naturally rolled onto his back and opened his eyes a crack to look at Taeshin.

Deep creases furrowed Taeshin’s brow, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and the bridge of his nose.

What he had taken didn’t seem to be drugs. No one would intentionally ingest something to suffer like this. Only after a long while did the creases in his forehead finally relax as he appeared to fall into a deep sleep.

Han slowly sat up, but Taeshin showed no signs of waking. He didn’t even stir when Han waved his hand in front of his closed eyes.

After getting out of bed and hastily dressing, Han tiptoed over like when planting the bugging device and opened the drawer Taeshin took the pills from. Peering into the bottles, he was about to look up the English names on the stickers when another deafening thunderclap shook the ground.

Flinching violently as if an axe had dropped at his feet, Han whipped around in fright. Luckily, Taeshin seemed to be in an extremely deep sleep.

From searching online, it appeared Taeshin had taken a painkiller, a muscle relaxant, and a sleeping pill. Han couldn’t even fathom what combination he was taking. All he could deduce was that Taeshin must be in tremendous pain somewhere.

Han gazed at the sleeping Taeshin’s face from up close.

The Taeshin before him now most resembled his appearance from the past out of any time since their reunion as adults.

His peaceful face, reminiscent of when they used to share a worn-out blanket, held none of the cruel rage or sardonic sneers it usually did.

What did you go through in all the time I couldn’t see you?

Without realizing it, Han kept studying Taeshin’s face. Though his features had grown thicker and sharper, glimpses of his younger self still peeked through here and there.

Especially the tiny mole visible only when his eyes were closed – discovering that made Han’s heart ache.

“I really…must be a fool…”

No matter what, he still couldn’t let go of the Taeshin from back then.

Despite how much he hated the current Taeshin.

❖ ❖ ❖

The next day, sitting across from Woo-sin under a parasol, Han took out a small plastic item from his pocket and set it on the table in front of them.

It was the bugging device that Woo-sin had given him.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it…I was too scared.”

“……”

Woo-sin quietly accepted what Han handed over. There was no admonishment or demand for an excuse. He simply seemed to be reflecting on the report he had received earlier.

‘Remember how I asked you to look into that orphanage? It was difficult to investigate since it’s closed down, but I found something surprising. Jang Taeshin was there.’