My Bloody Valentine - 72

Although it was said that nothing happened, there was definitely something.

From the moment Han began unbuttoning his shirt without any resistance, Taeshin had a feeling. Despite the innocent desire to believe that Han had started liking him, his rational mind coldly assessed the situation.

It seemed that Han had something to confess that might require some persuasion. If he was willing to undress a man he found repulsive, then what could he possibly want?

But it didn’t matter. Keeping Han close was simple. All he needed to do was dangle what Han wanted right in front of him. He could find another weakness and use it as a bargaining chip. First, it was debt, then Yujung’s hospital bills.

Some people are particularly sensitive to the suffering of others. Even when they’re worried about their own survival, they’ll donate to a TV charity for the less fortunate.

Han was like that. Even if he were threatened with death by a stranger he’d barely met a few times, he’d stay by their side. With his overly tender heart, Han could never be someone who hurt others.

And Taeshin even liked that about Han. So, whatever Han asked for as he undressed him, no matter how much he wanted, it was worth the deal to Taeshin. After a brief consideration, Taeshin swept his hair back with a satisfied expression.

As the sun set, the light streaming through the window cast a mysterious hue on Taeshin’s broad shoulders. Han’s gaze remained fixed on the round burn marks near Taeshin’s shoulder.

“Hm…”

A suppressed sob escaped. It felt as though his own shoulder was burning.

When was it? The conversation he had with the orphanage director replayed in his mind as if it were a saved voice recording.

“Ah, you foolish child. That place was originally yours.”

“…What?”

“That sponsor wanted to take you in. But Taeshin snatched it away, saying he was stronger and asked to be taken instead of you!”

Judging by what Jina had said, Taeshin must have known about the place Han was supposed to be adopted into. Then, leaving only a note behind, Taeshin took the train ticket with the name “Lee Han” on it and boarded that train to hell in his place.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll definitely come to find you.”

Remembering Taeshin’s handwriting on the letter he had burned, Han grimaced and started crying again.

“Huu, Tae… Taeshin…”

Han reached out towards the man who was looking down at him with half-closed eyes, like a child asking to be held.

“I don’t know what you’re up to.”

Taeshin hastily stripped Han of his pants and underwear. His jaw tightened as if holding something back.

“But I don’t mind.”

He then lowered his face towards Han’s chest, which was exposed on the desk. The cold air had made Han’s nipples stiff, and they were soon enveloped in the warmth of Taeshin’s mouth. Taeshin bit down on the entire areola, sucking with enough pressure to deepen the indent on his cheek as he swirled his tongue.

“Hngh…”

When Han bit his lip, Taeshin somehow noticed and reached up to release his lip. He didn’t like the idea of someone else hurting what he considered his own.

As Taeshin’s pointed tongue pressed and poked at Han’s nipple, Han gasped for air like someone who had just been released from a chokehold.

While watching Taeshin’s eyelashes, lowered as he focused on teasing his chest, Han carefully embraced Taeshin’s head. With his other hand, he gripped Taeshin’s scarred shoulder. Under Han’s fingers, he felt the smooth skin and the rough scars.

He wished his touch could magically heal the injuries. Han gently traced Taeshin’s scars. Taeshin’s broad back tensed up momentarily at the careful touch, then relaxed.

Taeshin sucked hard on Han’s nipple as if expecting something to come out. And Han, like someone who wanted to give everything, pushed his chest forward so that Taeshin could bite deeper. There was a palpable sense of desperation and urgency between them.

“So sweet…”

Han’s body was warm. Not just his chest, but his whole body felt sweet to the touch.

As Taeshin continued sucking on Han’s nipple with a rough, loud noise, he rubbed Han’s entire scrotum and penis with his palm. He cupped the small, tight scrotum in his hand and stroked it up to the tip of his penis repeatedly.

“Hngh, ngh…”

The rough texture of Taeshin’s hand made Han moan involuntarily. However, unlike his usual response, where he would quickly become aroused despite protesting, Han’s penis remained still this time.

With a loud pop, Taeshin pulled his lips away from Han’s nipple and straightened up. The center of Han’s chest, where Taeshin had sucked so hard, now had red circles as if his areolas had enlarged.

Taeshin looked down at Han’s emaciated body, caressing the flat chest and ribcage that cast shadows.

“You need to eat more. You’re so skinny; it’ll hurt when I push in.”

“Okay…”

Taeshin furrowed his brow at the immediate response.

“What?”

“I’ll… eat a lot. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“…”

Tears still welled in Han’s pitifully smiling eyes. Taeshin, who had been looking down at Han’s face for a while, turned his head to look out the window.

From the moment they reunited until now, it was the first time Taeshin had looked away first. His jaw clenched in apparent displeasure, and he suddenly grabbed one of Han’s thighs.

Han’s buttocks were exposed to the air. The tightly closed hole looked as if it had been drawn with a fine brush, with a pinkish hue around it.

Taeshin started rubbing the hole and its surroundings with his rough palm. From the base of the buttocks to the entrance, and even the perineum, he used his entire hand to create friction, as if generating heat.

“Hngh… Hngh…”

The stimulated hole instinctively twitched. Taeshin, who had been staring intently, lifted Han’s thighs from behind and knelt on the floor.

Taeshin, who had been staring closely at the hole, slowly moved his face closer. Feeling uneasy as if something was going wrong, Han looked down at Taeshin with his neck bent as far as it would go. Taeshin buried his face between Han’s legs and brought his tongue to his buttocks.

“Ah!”

As soon as the tip of the tongue touched, Han’s back arched off the table and bent sharply.

“Y-You don’t have to do that… Ah!”

The pointed tip of the tongue scraped from the hole to the perineum and scrotum in one long stroke. Han’s buttocks and thighs trembled violently. In response, Taeshin gently pressed the back of Han’s thighs as if to tell him to stay still.

Using his entire broad tongue, Taeshin wet the entrance before lowering his hands from Han’s thighs and forcefully spreading his buttocks. The tightly closed entrance opened wide, and Taeshin kissed Han’s hole as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Ahh!”

Han’s neck tilted back. Taeshin moved his tongue as if kissing, exploring every corner of the inner walls, pressing down with his teeth on the perineum, and shaking his head side to side, forcing the hole to open wider with his tongue.

“Ah, ugh, ah…”

Han, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, reached down with both hands, trying to push Taeshin away. But Taeshin, as if anticipating this, grabbed Han’s hands and placed them on his buttocks.

“Spread them.”

“N-No…”

The words of refusal never left Han’s lips, as if he was a machine programmed to be unable to say them.

Biting his lower lip briefly, Han turned his flushed face to the side and, with trembling hands, spread his own buttocks.

Taeshin, staring at the bulging flesh between Han’s slender fingers, buried his face between the pale cheeks. His thick tongue penetrated the now-spread hole once more.

“Spread them more.”

His tongue moved in and out, penetrating deeply as if it were a phallus, only to withdraw when it reached the entrance. The tips of Han’s fingers, holding his buttocks, whitened with effort.

Soon, a clicking sound came from below. Taeshin was undoing his belt with his now-free hands.

With one hand, Taeshin grasped his throbbing, erect member, while greedily sucking on Han’s hole. He scraped the perineum with his front teeth while his tongue remained inside, applying pressure to suck in the hole.

His tongue reached deep inside, lifting the inner walls, then withdrew.

Han’s overstimulated hole was now swollen and thickened. The muscles around the previously tense hole relaxed, the saliva-soaked entrance repeatedly opening and closing.

Taeshin’s eyes darkened as he gazed at the bright red, swollen inner flesh, now visible through the pink-hued opening.

“Ha… Ha…”

Han’s breathing was already in disarray. Taeshin stood up, licking his lips, and gently scratched the wet hole with his fingertip, inserting just the first knuckle of his index finger before pulling it out. The next time he inserted it, he went in a bit deeper.

His hands were thick-boned, the joints prominent, providing a completely different sensation compared to his boneless, flexible tongue.

“J-Just do it.”

Han reached down again, grabbing Taeshin’s wrist that was between his buttocks.

“Just do what?”

“Just… put it in quickly.”

Taeshin frowned.

“If you tear, you won’t be able to use it for days again.”

“I-It’s fine, just do it.”

Taeshin didn’t feel too bad, thinking that Han seemed desperate for him. A faint smile appeared on Taeshin’s lips as he asked,

“Why are you in such a hurry? Do you want to be in pain?”

“Yeah… So just do it… Just put it in.”

Once again, a crack appeared on Taeshin’s face.