GP | Chapter 2.5

He was in the middle of frantic kissing and guiding when, suddenly.

Clatter, thud!

“Ugh!”

His body could not withstand the force pressing him down and collapsed, falling off the chair. Taejoon, apparently annoyed that the chair had toppled sideways, flung it somewhere and climbed on top of Seoh, who had fallen to the floor.

But of all things, the floor was covered with crushed stone. Seoh lay on those jagged, hard pebbles, pinned beneath Taejoon’s weight and writhing.

“Ngh, just… ah, it hurts, ugh!”

His whole back, his butt, all of it cried out in pain from the sharp stone. He tried to get up somehow, but Taejoon’s weight only made the pain worse.

“Ah, ahh… Song, Tae… mph!”

He tapped at Taejoon’s back and called to him in an attempt to calm him down. But maybe because he had turned his head slightly to speak and Taejoon had taken that as rejection, Taejoon bit down on his lip and pressed his whole body harder on top of him.

Tears that had stopped from the pain began to gather again. He kept beating at Taejoon’s back, begging him to look at him, to ease up, but Taejoon would not budge.

Seoh swallowed his sobs and wrapped himself tightly around him. He even lifted his legs and hooked them around Taejoon’s waist. It was his last struggle to avoid the crushed stone digging into his back. Only then did Taejoon’s rough kissing begin to lose some force, and the strength pinning him down softened a little.

“Hngh, uh… uhn, hoo…”

Seoh drew in a deep breath, feeling the ache in his back. His lips were still blocked by Taejoon, so he could not breathe properly, but the fact that the pain had lessened brought some relief. Even so, he did not relax his arms around Taejoon at all. He did not want to feel the stones biting into his back anymore.

“Ah… hm?”

Apparently pleased by the Guide clinging to him, Taejoon wrapped an arm around Seoh’s waist and sat up. He set Seoh on his thigh, then hurriedly stripped off his own shirt and pulled off Seoh’s too.

When Seoh shivered in the cold air, Taejoon hugged him tightly and resumed kissing him.

The guiding that flowed in through their contact was intoxicating, almost stimulating. He liked the soft, warm energy that unraveled the tangled knots. The more he liked it, the more he wanted, the more he wanted it. He knew more was coming in than usual, but there was a way to receive it in a thicker concentration. Taejoon’s hands started moving on instinct.

“Mm… ugh, ngh!”

Seoh was startled when a large hand suddenly grabbed his butt and flew open his eyes. Tears that had been pooling there fell in a rush. The moisture dripping from Taejoon’s chest trailed downward in long streaks.

In the meantime, both cheeks were being kneaded without restraint. The hands were unruly, as though they were trying to shape him however they pleased.

“Hngh, mm-hm.”

Then one hand slipped into his pants. A finger slid into the cleft between his buttocks and began rubbing at the private place there. His hole clenched reflexively.

Feeling a dry finger invading inside, Seoh hunched his shoulders. It went in stiffly, and pain came with it. Gel was usually provided to Guides for this kind of thing, but before he had come to the mansion, it had already become unusable. Of course, even if he had brought it, he would not have been able to go back to the room right now.

“Uh, nghh.”

Trying to endure the pain from the finger that had forced its way in, he loosened his body as much as possible. Even so, the inner wall was repeatedly rubbed and pressed roughly.

Even with a little moisture on the lining, it dried quickly. The finger stirring his insides also seemed to feel discomfort as the inner wall clung to it stiffly.

Maybe because it was so impatient, a second finger intruded.

The sharp pain kept stacking, becoming more and more agonizing. The inner wall showed no sign of loosening and instead began drying hard. It felt like he might draw blood. He kept trying to relax his body, but contrary to his efforts, the tense body only grew stiffer.

Then the long kiss finally stopped, and Taejoon lifted his lips away.

“Gah… cough, cough! Hngh.”

He was gasping, barely able to draw breath, when the hand kneading his butt lifted him up. Forced to kneel, Seoh found Taejoon’s face lowering toward him. Before he could even worry about what might happen next, his swollen nipple was sucked into the wet lining of Taejoon’s mouth.

“Hah, ngh!”

He began to lick and crush the stiff little nub with the tip of his tongue, soaking it thoroughly and violating it. The sucking force was considerable too, though it was more the kind of pressure that increased pleasure than pain.

Since he could neither pull away nor cling to him, Seoh could only grasp Taejoon’s shoulders and let out muffled moans. As the strange stimulation mixed with pain continued for a long time, a thin thread of pleasure ran down his spine.

But the movement of the fingers inside him dulled the rising sensation again.

His stiff, dried-up insides showed no sign of loosening. Part of it was fear, making his body tense up hard. Seoh rested his forehead against Taejoon’s head, which was still sucking on his chest, and asked in a trembling voice,

“Gel… you don’t have gel? Ugh, this is too… hard like this… ah.”

But Taejoon, gone to reason, did not hear him. The fingers still kept jabbing forward, and now they were biting at his areola too, chewing roughly.

Seoh panted and let tears fall one by one. The back of him felt so hot it seemed like it might tear open at any moment. If Taejoon could not hold back and forced his way in like this, he might end up being done for all night and die from hemorrhaging.

So he fumbled for Taejoon’s other hand, the one holding his butt, and pulled it up. It seemed to resist at first, but when he threaded their fingers together and lifted, it came obediently. Holding that raised hand tightly, he took two fingers into his mouth.

“Mm.”

Even with his mouth opened as wide as possible, it felt full. The fingers were so long he could not even take them to the end. Still, he sucked on them as carefully and diligently as he could. Thankfully, they were soon slick with moisture. Just as he deliberately coated them with plenty of saliva and opened his mouth to pull them out again…

“Mmph! Ngh, ugh!”

The hand he had been trying to take out pushed into his mouth.

The fingers entering all the way to his throat sent nausea rushing up in a wave. He forcibly tensed his throat and tried to pull the hand out, but Taejoon’s fingers continued forward as though they did not care.

Even though it was his own body, places he had never truly known before became vividly clear as Taejoon’s hand rubbed and swept over them. His tongue root was here, his uvula there, his tonsils here. It felt completely different from when Taejoon’s tongue had gone in and rubbed against him.

He could not bear it and kept gagging and retching. If Taejoon pressed any harder, he felt like he would throw up right there.

But thankfully, having fully examined the inside, the fingers withdrew. They lingered there, pressing his tongue down and toying with it before pulling out all at once.

“Hah, haah, hngh… uh.”

Seoh caught Taejoon’s soaking wet hand and tried to steady his breathing for a moment before looking up at the gaze he felt on him. Blue eyes shone there, wavering. Unlike before, when they had been dazed and loose, those eyes were filled with heat now. Taejoon did not seem fully lucid yet, but what he wanted was clear.

Seoh let out a small sigh and slowly lowered the wet hand. Over the fingers of the other hand that had stopped, he rubbed the ring of flesh, and it gradually grew slick. He had only helped at first, but once Taejoon instinctively understood his intent, he started moving his own fingers.

The entrance that had been bone dry began to moisten and slowly open, and one finger slipped inside. As the saliva-coated finger moved around inside, the stiff inner wall became damp. Only then did the inside, which had been aching with a raw sting, calm down a little. But the moment another finger entered, Seoh gripped Taejoon’s shoulder hard.

“Ah…”

There was an urgency in the way he widened him without even giving him time to adjust. Wet, sniffly sounds and sticky, sloshing sounds spilled out in all directions. The sound of four fingers wildly stirring him from within was painfully explicit. It was not a movement meant to seek pleasure, only to open him up, so Seoh had no choice but to forcibly relax his body.

After a while, the fingers that had been thrusting inside him all pulled out at once.

“Ngh!”

Thinking he was ready now, Taejoon yanked Seoh’s pants down. A huge shaft sprang out. It was hard to fully grasp with one hand, and prominent veins stood up along it, slick with precum. If there was any mercy in the dark night, it was that Seoh could not see it clearly.

But the instant he felt the head press at the entrance of his hole, Seoh jolted.

“…Huh?”

He wanted to ask him to stop for a moment, but Taejoon was already gripping his waist and pushing down, and the hole opened helplessly.

The place that had taken in four fingers should have been used to stretching that far, but for some reason it felt overwhelming. The opening kept widening endlessly. The head had not even gone in all the way, and the ring was already stretched taut.

“Ah, wai, just…”

Seoh broke into a cold sweat and grabbed Taejoon’s shoulders, trying to lift his hips. The size seemed anything but ordinary. But there was no way Taejoon would let him escape. When Taejoon used his strength to pull him down, Seoh trembled.

“S- Song Taejoon, Esper. Just a moment, just a moment…!”

Just as the hole, stretched to the very edge of the head, seemed on the verge of tearing, Taejoon gave his waist a sharp lift, and the head slipped neatly inside the opening and took its place.

“Hahk!”

The immense pressure stole his breath. Seoh tightened his waist muscles, refusing to sit down. It was too large to bear. There was no way something this big could go inside.

But the guiding energy pouring out of the shaft Taejoon had already inserted was enormous. Greedy for it, he pulled Seoh’s body lower and lower, forcing him down.

“Ah! No, d-don’t. Just, a moment! Hah… ah!”

The hard column advanced little by little, parting his inner wall. The gaping hole swallowed the shaft incredibly well. Just as Seoh’s waist gave out and he could no longer hold on…

Song Taejoon slammed Seoh’s body down and jerked his waist upward.

“…!”

In an instant, the inner wall stretched open and a huge mass of flesh filled it. Seoh could not even scream, only stood there with his mouth open and eyes wide. His body took the shock directly and started to twitch in small spasms.

Taejoon, on the other hand, held the trembling body close and felt the torrent of guiding pouring into him with his whole body. It was a different kind of shock from Seoh’s.

It felt like lying in a bath so warm his body was fully submerged, letting peace wash over him, or sometimes like unfurling wings that had never once been free and soaring leisurely through the sky.