My Bloody Valentine - 94

Taeshin gently wiped the transparent liquid that had soaked Han’s body with his hand, and then lightly patted it, making a soft tapping sound. He looked delighted, like a child who had found a new toy.

“Ah… Ah…”

The exhausted Han no longer had the energy to feel ashamed. He still felt as if he was floating in the air, barely managing to catch his breath.

Their s3x was always brutally violent, but today was different. He had experienced the primal pleasure of regressing into a pure animal, beyond the realm of humanity. The pounding of his heart was so loud that his ears felt numb.

Han looked at Taeshin with blurry eyes. Taeshin’s pupils were still glimmering with excitement.

Even after climaxing, Taeshin did not withdraw his p3nis. Instead, he kept pushing his hips forward, trying to go deeper.

Taeshin suddenly had a silly thought that he wished a huge satellite would crash down from somewhere. If the world were to end at this moment when he was connected to Han, he would be overjoyed.

Han looked up at the man who was desperately trying to push his flesh deeper, even though there was no more room. The man’s face showed that he was still unsatisfied, like a hungry demon that could never be full.

Taeshin’s eyes looked desperate and yearning. Words that didn’t suit him at all – anxiety and urgency.

Taeshin’s every gaze and action were constantly conveying the same message to Han: “I want you.”

Han suddenly realized that he, too, wanted Taeshin.

At some point, he had willingly become Taeshin’s hostage, and he wanted to remain by his side.

Han closed his eyes, feeling too weak to even move a finger, like a toy running out of battery.

After Taeshin slowly withdrew his hips, his p3nis slid out, dripping with semen. The chilling sensation made Han shiver.

Han’s limp lower body was placed on the bed sheet. But before he could catch his breath, his hips were grabbed again, and his body was flipped over.

Taeshin manipulated Han’s limbs like a limp doll, and soon Han was on all fours. Taeshin knelt behind him, spreading Han’s pale, soft buttocks with his hands.

Thick cream-like semen was oozing from the still-gaping red hole. Taeshin’s engorged glans pressed into it, sealing it off.

“Ugh!”

Han was shaken by another round of s3x, feeling like he could die from it.

Taeshin, still deeply inserted, slowly moved, covering Han’s lower abdomen with his palm and pressing down.

“Ah… It feels so good.”

Han could feel the outline of Taeshin’s p3nis cutting through his belly. Taeshin was deeply absorbed in confirming their oneness.

That was Han’s last memory. Taeshin started to lose control again, and at some point, Han lost consciousness.

Han lay flat on the bed, limp. Taeshin sat on Han’s thighs, spreading his buttocks apart and forcefully pushing his p3nis back in.

“No… Ugh… Get up.”

Taeshin, desperate to go deeper, lay on top of Han, moving his hips.

“I need more. Get up. Ah…”

The sticky liquid squelched as they moved.

“I’m not done yet. Look at me.”

After climaxing deeply inside Han again, Taeshin flipped him over and continued in the missionary position.

Han’s insides were too small to contain all of Taeshin’s ejaculation, and the excess spilled out like beer foam.

Taeshin kissed Han’s unconscious lips frantically, sucking his unmoving tongue and desperately tapping his palate.

Meanwhile, Taeshin’s p3nis became hard again. He had lost count of how many times he had climaxed.

“Han… My Han… Han…”

Taeshin called out Han’s name endlessly, indulging his desires. Their final night was blanketed in white.

❖ ❖ ❖

The s3x that began late at night ended as dawn broke.

Taeshin lay on his side behind Han, still with his p3nis inside him.

He buried his nose in Han’s hair, taking a deep breath. Even after indulging himself, he felt a lingering hunger, as if something was still not satisfied.

Taeshin loved everything about Han – his slightly higher body temperature, his comforting scent, and his soft voice.

When Han’s hand caressed his shoulder, when he let out a gentle moan beneath him, when he looked at Taeshin with trembling eyes, and when he lovingly called Taeshin’s name, the feelings Taeshin experienced were of a kind that was difficult to describe.

From the very beginning, Han had stood out to him in an uncanny way, and at some point, Taeshin found himself unable to take his eyes off Han’s every little gaze, expression, and gesture.

This was not something Taeshin was familiar with. It was beyond his control, something he couldn’t prepare for or even realize was too late. That was the situation he was in now.

Taeshin brushed the sweat-soaked black strands of hair off his forehead. The room, once filled with panting breaths and anguished moans, was now silent, like the depths of the ocean.

The sun was rising outside. The emerging light cast a reddish glow into the room, pushing back the darkness of night.

The new day Taeshin had hoped would never come was beginning.

Taeshin pressed Han’s hips even closer to his groin, and his embrace around Han’s torso was possessive. Taeshin’s p3nis inside Han showed signs of arousal, but he didn’t move. He just wanted to stay connected like this.

If only they could have been born this way, forever intertwined. If only Han could become a part of him. If Han knew Taeshin was thinking these thoughts, he would likely be horrified and disgusted.

Taeshin gently placed his hand on Han’s neck.

If he applied more force, Han would not be able to open his eyes and would die. Should he kill him? Then he wouldn’t have to worry about these troubling thoughts.

It wouldn’t be bad for Han to die with Taeshin’s genitals still inside him. The more Taeshin thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. Taeshin tightened his grip on Han’s long, slender neck.

He had wanted Han from the beginning. He wished Han’s faint smiles and glances would all be directed only at him. But he also knew that obsession breeds more obsession.

If he kept Han by his side, he might end up truly killing him, like a child accidentally suffocating a bird caught in their hand.

Realizing this, the strength in Taeshin’s fingers gradually faded.

For some reason, with Han now looking at him so meekly, this might be the perfect opportunity. He should end this relationship, this transaction masquerading as something more. Before the hatred returns to Han’s eyes.

Though determined to end it, Taeshin lingered, caressing Han’s body with his lips and hands for quite some time.

He then gently took Han’s limp hand, interlocking their fingers, kissing each finger, and lightly biting them.

Only after a while did Taeshin pull away. Han’s genitals, returned to their original size and shape, slipped out of Han’s body. The area between his legs was messy with thick semen.

Taeshin quietly got up, wiped Han’s body with a damp cloth, and removed the soiled bedding.

After covering Han with a fresh blanket, he sat by the bed, gently touching Han’s reddened eye corners, then lightly sucking on his lips.

Han realized that the air he had been mindlessly breathing was precious, like someone who only appreciates air after nearly drowning. Taeshin had become as precious to Han as air itself.

But now it was time to let him go.

Taeshin placed Han’s hand on the mattress, his own hand covering it, as if Han were clinging to him, like that day in the closet when he had begged Taeshin to die together.

Glancing out the window, Taeshin was startled to see a stranger’s unfamiliar, wistful smile. It was his own reflection, grinning madly at his own impossible thoughts.

When Han woke up, the first thing he saw was the white ceiling. Taeshin was gone, and through the curtains, he could see the sunset. He must have slept for a long time.

Blinking his swollen eyes, Han slowly sat up, wincing at the sharp pain in his lower body. The aftereffects of last night were immense.

Suddenly, he felt a restless yearning to hold something to his chest. Han gathered the blanket and looked up at the ceiling, his face flushing again as he recalled last night.

Taeshin had been quite different from usual. He had constantly called out Han’s name, as if to confirm his identity, clinging to him desperately.

Remembering Taeshin’s large, hot hands tightly embracing him made Han’s chest tingle with soft feathers.

Something had definitely changed between them last night. Han felt he could now be a little more honest.

He carefully got out of bed and walked to the living room, but Taeshin was nowhere to be seen – not at his desk, not on the sofa, not in the dining area.

As Han stood lost in the middle of the room, the lock on the apartment door clicked, and Junho entered.

“I’ve come to see you, Han,” Junho said, gesturing to the sofa.

Junho took an envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table. “This is to help you get settled.”

Han’s eyes widened as he recognized the purpose of the envelope – it was similar to the support he had received when leaving the orphanage.