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Dan Yuseong found himself pressed down against the cool grass beneath him, his left arm pinned behind his back while his right was being grasped by the person directly above him. Each thrust into his body was quick and forceful into his anus, forcing the air out of his lungs no matter how hard he tried to hold it in. He bit his lip, tried to stay quiet, but it was useless. This is so damn embarrassing!
How did he end up in this situation again?
One particularly strong thrust, compared to the previous ones, forced a sound out of him that was dangerously close to a moan out of Yuseong. He couldn't easily keep any of his thoughts coherent if this bastard Bukli Gyeonghon kept thrusting into him like some animal in heat!
And it wasn’t like this felt that good either. He was still hard, but he didn’t really feel it—not enough—and he couldn’t deny a hint of disappointment. Maybe they're doing something wrong? Or maybe it's just him?, because he could feel how hard Bukli was in his ass, the way the other man kept moving clearly meant he was probably feeling good.
Just as he was thinking maybe this just wasn’t for him then—
A thrust landed differently.
Deeper.
Sharper.
Right against a place Yuseong didn’t even know existed.
Oh SHIT—that feeling—
“Hah—”
Did he just—FUCK.
He just fuckING moaned?!
Gyeonghon paused slightly, just for a fraction of a second when his partner made the first proper sound in the entire time they'd been doing this. Honestly, he didn’t even know what they were doing half the time—he’d just been copying motions and figuring things out as he went.
To be fair, he wasn’t exactly in his right mind.
He'd made a stupid mix-up between his tobacco and another kind, and now everything around him felt a little surreal.
One thing led to another, and now he was here—fucking a boy. A younger man he admittedly had some kind of interest in, though he wasn’t sure in what way.
It was strange. Unfamiliar.
Don't get him wrong—The tightness, the heat the younger man's ass gives his dick—He liked it. A lot. But his partner, though, was the lack of response. Just a few gasps, nothing more…
Until now.
“Oh, I think I’ve found someone’s spot?”
He raised his eyebrows, there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he tested it again. This time, the reaction was immediate—sharper, louder. Ah, so that’s how this works.
Something about the way Yong Choarang lay beneath him not much resistance—tense, trembling—drew him in, the way he moaned as he began to figure out where to thrust to get the reaction he wanted to hear and see. The way Yong shuddered and trembled more and more intensely as Gyeonghon shifted his angle just right—hit that spot again and again.
“You bastard—”
Yuseong couldn’t finish his words as Bukli thrust into him again and cut him off, this time angled slightly higher—but that only made the sensation more intense.
His breathing grew uneven and shallow with each subsequent thrust, each exhale slipping out before he could stop it. His body betrayed him with every reaction. He unable to force himself to keep his mouth shut.
How he had agreed to try this in the first place was a mystery even to himself. Probably had something to do with the fact that he’d just gotten his head hit quite hard not long ago and the bleeding had only recently stopped.
Duck walking after the Dragon & Phoenix Exam, somehow, for some reason, he ended up running into this guy near a cliff—but now here he was, on top of a mountain, under Bukli, making sounds he didn’t even know he was capable of. Since when could his voice get that high?
“Ughh- hah!”
The sensation was making his head go blank. Every thought slipping away.
The sensations kept building, wave after wave, too much, too fast. He couldn't bear it, even though his physical strength far surpassed that of his previous life. He kicked back instinctively, but it did not change anything. How was this happening? Why did his body feel so exhausted?
“Ah— fuck— aghh!”
“You’re a screamer, huh—” Gyeonghon murmured, almost amused. He didn’t even bother to finish his sentence as he grabbed Yong’s legs and pulled the shorter man closer, thrusting his dick as deep as he could. He was getting harder, even though he’d been hard before, he’d never been this hard, and his body was reacting this way because of Yong Choarang.
“You seem to be enjoying it too, huh? I’m relieved.”
He emphasized his words with an especially deep thrust, thrilled at how the smaller body trembled more violently and slightly writhed away from him as he repeatedly thrust his hips forward.
The tremble.
The response.
He liked the reaction so much that he leaned down, pressed himself against Yong just to feel the way his body was shaking intensely. He felt reminded of someone from his past, the only person he longed to receive the touches and reactions from.
Mother.
The speed of his thrusts in and out of Yong lower body increased simply because of that realization, and he could hardly help but thrust harder, each thrust aimed at that spot to elicit the most sounds and reactions.
"Yong Choarang, you certainly know how to excite others—"
“OH— Fuck!! Ah—Gah!!”
Yuseong clawed at the ground beneath him with both hands, screaming as he was pinned down, no longer able to fully process what Bukli had just said to him, he couldn’t even think properly and the older man’s hot breath fanned against his ear and neck sent a shiver down his spine.
His back arched with each thrust that increased in force and speed with each passing second, he didn’t think he could control himself anymore.
“Don’t breathe into my ear like that—!”, he didn’t mean to yell, but now he wasn’t even lucid enough to control his own volume. His legs kicked helplessly as the man pinning him down squeeze the most embarrassing sounds possible out of him.
Everything was slipping.
Control, composure—
All of it.
And worse—he feel coming.
How did he forget about this???
Somehow, amidst all this, he had forgotten what they were heading towards. But he never imagined that this could be so intense, so different from any of his previous sexual encounters, it was building up fast, far more intense than anything he’d experienced before—even compared to his past life. And feel so much better? Was this the feeling of being the submissive one, or was it just now that he was realizing a part of himself?
To think that he actually prefers doing this with men. To think that he actually prefers men as much as women.
“Gahhg—are you getting harder—??”, he could feel it in his butt.
Gyeonghon barely caught what Yong had just said, and didn't try to either, he willingly let the fog of what they were doing and the drug cloud his mind as he sped up. He was losing control, but for the first time in his life, he also felt like he was in control more than ever before.
“Let going down—”
He himself was also becoming breathless with each thrust. He buried his face in the back of the other's neck and felt how the younger man's body twisted and trembled against his own, his body was just as hot as his own.
He was about to cum. And he wanted them to cum at the same time.
Reaching down, he grasped Yong's neglected dick while his other hand tightened its grip on the boy's hip. “Together”
Together, he hadn’t wanted that with anyone else in a very long time, but right now, that feeling flared up again after more than a decade of dormancy. He didn’t think he’d ever want it with anyone else again.
“Wait what—”, had Yuseong heard correctly? This bastard didn’t even seem to realize what he’d just said.
His body jolted as Bukli grabbed his untouched penis, the sensation from both front and back was indescribable, and he was being pinned down on top of that.
“OHH!!- FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! AHH-!!”
Yuseong’s mind went completely blank after just a few jerks from Bukli.
His body tensed as the sensation washed over him, it was intense, fast, and more animalistic than anything he’d ever experienced, not even with any women in his previous life.
But that feeling only lasted a few seconds before it gave way to an unbearable, overwhelming sensation, “to much-!! pleasepleasepleaseplease-!!”
He couldn't believe he'd screamed so loudly while doing this, and even more embarrassingly, he was begging the man on top of him, but he really couldn't take it anymore. It was too much.
Was there anything strange about Gyeonghon finding that reaction rather endearing? Yong was both subtly reminding him of his mother and completely different.
He'd heard about this a few times or so, but never really understood it.
Was it love? Or was what he was feeling is lust?
Love or lust. Did it matter which it was? Both were strange to him, one he'd forgotten what it felt like, the other he'd never even considered.
"Heh-"
He released his hands from the boy's hips and instead held his head as he pressed his mouth against the other's in a clumsy, inexperienced kiss. The speed of his jerks on Yong's penis only increased as he increased the speed of his thrusts as well.
Not giving the other a second to breath.
He was okay even if it wasn't either. It was still the fact that he felt something. For Yong Choarang.
“UHhhh-!!!” Yuseong squirmed, trembling.
The feeling of Bukli Gyeonghon’s tongue in his mouth was indescribable, he didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t know what to think. This was as new to him as much as to the person pressing his mouth against his.
Scratching at the arm holding his head back was useless. And he was too stubborn to be completely completely submissive.
Responding to the kiss, he tried to take the lead. This was his first time kissing like this, but after a while he roughly understood what he was doing. But even though he was leading the kiss, the feeling was still too much and too intense.
He felt like he was about to explode, the most exhausted he had ever felt. Cum again.
He quickly realized he was about to cum again.
Too much!!! This is just too much!-
Dan Yuseong couldn't really remember the rest of what happened, it was a jumble of screams, mostly his own, and a sensation so intense he could still feel it inside his body. He could still feel something in his butt, it was… sticky and gooey.
Damn it, that bastard cums inside him?? He should have told him not to.
It was too late. Too late now. No going back.
He found himself naked, next to him lay Bukli Gyeonghon, who had his arm draped lazily over him and seemed to be sleeping soundly despite being on the ground.
Stared upward at the sky, Yuseong had a feeling this wouldn't just be a one-time thing.
A questionable agreement to try something no less questionable with someone even more questionable had led him to this point, and now they would have to face… consequences? Do this even have any consequences? He wanted to believe his hunch was wrong, there was no way Bukli would take this seriously. Right?
He didn't feel much for this guy, but that doesn't mean he felt nothing for him at all. It was a neutrality with a slight sense of attachment based on the interactions they'd had so far… he didn't want to think too deeply about it.
Especially since he had another problem, his leg, or rather, his lower body. It was completely numb and tingling, plus it hurt when he sat up.
Did they fuck that hard???
Apparently, lying wasn't the only position they'd used.
Gyeonghon opened his eyes to the feeling of the thing he was holding… wriggling? Uh, what did he do yesterday, again?
Looking at the person he have his arm draped around, he vaguely remembered what had happened yesterday. Oh right, they fuck.
His first time. Their first time. Were with mans.
“Huh, that was fun”, he really enjoyed it. Especially the one where Yong sitting on top of him and do the moving part himself, he had enjoyed it as much as Gyeonghon had.
Although it was probably the most questionable night of his life, wonder what combination of choices led to that, he didn’t really remember other than putting the wrong powder into his pipe, yeah he needed a smoke right now. He didn’t bother thinking too much about what they had done yesterday, it was a new experience, pleasant, albeit tiring.
He wondered if he would ever get to experience this again.
“Here, take this back. I don’t need to used it.”
Ignoring the lingering pain, Yuseong pulled out the pipe during the Dragon & Phoenix Exam mid-term, after all, he doesn’t needed to use it again as he hasn't failed any missions recently.
“...”
Gyeonghon looked at the pipe and put away the one he was holding.
He took the pipe offered to him and put tobacco in, this time the right kind, before lighting it and taking a puff. He didn't really need it right now, but something familiar was welcome.
“You look like you need a puff too.” He put the pipe to Yong's mouth, who looked like he was been stabbed just from sitting up. It hurt so much, huh? Probably because the pain from inside was different from the pain from the outside.
Exhaling the smoke, he found it slightly funny looking at the younger man, had he even grown a little taller?
Yuseong also took a puff, even though he didn't like smoking much, and exhaled the smoke.
Because their faces were so close, they were literally blowing smoke in each other's faces. At least the smell wasn't too bad, just a little uncomfortable. He felt a little better as the pain subsided, but his lower body was still numb.
"Let's not bring this up. Ever"
“If you insist”
Taking another puff and exhaling the smoke elsewhere, Gyeonghon looked toward the rising sun on the horizon. In a way, he felt something big had changed, but at the same time, he was acutely aware that nothing had changed.
Getting up, he brushed himself off and picked up his scattered clothes, he still had work to do and places to go.
Putting the pipe back into Yong’s mouth, he tossed the bag of tobacco he’d used earlier into the boy’s hand, he had a spare bag. “Keep the pipe. I suppose you don’t need me to show you how to use it, do you?”
“Heh. Of course I know how to use this.”
Catching the it, Yuseong was quite surprised that Bukli had given him the tobacco bag.
He exhaled another puff and sat cross-legged, but couldn’t really cross his legs as his lower body was numb. He'd need a shower after this, and also deal with the mess still in his butt, it felt weird that his butt was so sticky and gooey.
"You'll need them at some points, or maybe use them when you miss me", Gyeonghon wasn't sure why he said that, but he didn't really mean it, it just felt funny doing it.
“Do you aspire to be a eunuch?”
Yuseong give a smile full of malice. What was this bastard thinking to say something like that?
“Just kidding, don’t take it so seriously.”
“And like, I’ll miss you anyway.”
Yuseong also stood up, albeit with some difficulty, and went to pick up his clothes. He still needed to retrieve the jade of disorder. When he looked back, Bukli had already left. He didn’t expect anything else, but he couldn’t help but smile. Let’s hope what happened last night was just a one time thing.