ACM | Chapter 3.4

Today too, hyung seemed to have no intention of using it and just spilled semen all inside my back passage. Since I wanted to avoid his semen pooling inside me and leaking out onto the blanket or mattress, I curled up my body in an absurd posture and muttered.

“I-it feels like it’s leaking out. Let’s go to the bathroom…”

“I’ll go with you. I’ll take it out for you.”

Even after doing it twice earlier, hyung, who was sleep deprived, did not seem tired at all as he carried me into the bathroom. After immediately turning on the shower and washing my body once, hyung put me facing the wall with my hands braced against it, saying he would get the semen out for me.

As soon as his fingers invaded the slit between my buttocks and moved deeply as if scooping something out, the squishy feeling of semen pooled inside came through. Soon, a tingling pleasure climbed up my spine. Once again low moans began leaking from my mouth, and when I looked at the mirror on the wall beside me, hyung’s cock was standing hard behind me too.

“Shit… I’m completely gay now? Just looking at a flat guy’s body and getting horny nonstop like this.”

“P-please… go slower, hnngh!”

The moment hyung pulled his fingers out, he hurriedly shoved his fully erect, hard cock inside my back passage. Since he had just scraped everything out with his fingers and then washed away the gel and fluids with water once, the hole was tighter than ever. Pain followed to the point I wondered whether it had torn, but I could not bring myself to kill the mood and make him stop while he was so aroused.

“Ugh. Hngh! This is fucking tight. You!”

“Hngh! Ngh!”

Squeak, squeak, squeak-.

Like a deflated doll, I was shaken this way and that by hyung’s rough hands while obediently giving him my hole. My lower body was starting to ache, but pleasure was creeping in too, so I could manage to endure it. After a long time of keeping our lower halves pressed together and panting, hyung’s cock once again shot semen inside me.

This time too, at the final moment of releasing, hyung clamped me hard from behind and bit down hard on my jaw and the back of my neck while his body shuddered. It always feels thrilling and good, like a beast is marking its territory on me.

“It hurt a little.”

“Oh. It would have. You were bleeding.”

“Huh?”

So he had shoved it in so violently after wiping away the lube too… Even after seeing that my hole was bleeding, hyung had kept thrusting without caring. It was impossible not to feel a little disappointed. I had seen blood during our encounters more times than I could count.

After showering and coming out, I wiped off the water and tapped between my buttocks with the towel. From the way I had seen red blood mixed with pale semen flowing down the drain earlier, the amount of bleeding seemed fairly large, but now when I wiped it with the towel, only a tiny amount came off, like a red dot. Still, since it had not completely stopped bleeding yet, I briefly thought about whether I should put something over my underwear.

“Ta-da-.”

Plop-.

Whether he knew or did not know about my annoying worry that the hole had been torn, Jinhoo hyung threw something onto the mattress where I was sitting in a playful tone. Even though it was on a thick, soft topper, he seemed to have thrown it like it was no big deal, thinking it would be fine even if it rolled away.

So I picked up the square case, about the size of a ping-pong ball, without much thought, but when I opened the lid, there was something unexpected inside. It was a neat-looking ring that seemed to be silver.

“Wow, what is this? Is it a silver ring?”

“Try it on your hand. I engraved the date inside too. May 3.”

May 3 was the day hyung and I first had sex. It was the unforgettable day hyung had even named as each other’s first experience. I hesitated over where to put something that looked quite luxurious for something tossed around so casually, then carefully slid it onto my right ring finger.

For some reason, I thought it would be closer to a woman’s finger size, and as expected, it just barely fit, though it was a little tight. I often realized from little things like this how much hyung’s image of me was feminized.

When I forced the ring on and spread my fingers to look at it, my heart still stirred. It was the first time I had ever received a romantic gift from someone. Then hyung took my right hand, laced his fingers with mine, and lifted it up to bring it in front of my eyes. On the ring finger of hyung’s right hand, which was intertwined with mine, the same design of ring was shining.

“This is a couple ring. And it’s not silver, it’s platinum, so you don’t have to worry about rust.”

“Hyu… hyung, you matched it too? Platinum must be even more expensive.”

“I’ve never done something like a couple ring with anyone I was dating before. In a lot of ways, you are my first for many things.”

“…Thank you.”

As if everything I did with hyung was my first experience… For hyung, this was the first time he had assigned and remembered an anniversary besides his own birthday, the first time he had given someone accessories made of gold or similar, the first time he had matched couple items, the first time he had waited all night in front of someone’s house because he could not reach them. It was also the first time he had a second person because he did not want to lose someone else, even though he already had a lover he was dating properly.

The resentment I should have felt toward him for having sex with Chorong noona in front of me, or for prioritizing his own release even if my back passage got injured, naturally had no choice but to disappear. The uplifting feeling of becoming the most special person in the world to hyung made it possible to forgive anything.

* * *

Hyung lied to Chorong noona that he was going down to his hometown and spent the entire weekend with me. Except when he was smoking or going to the mart with me, he did not step outside my studio even once.

We mostly ordered delivery for meals, and we also made curry using ingredients we had bought at the mart. While cooking together, we were excited the whole time, like a newlywed couple. Chorong noona probably never got dates like this either.

We also spent time watching movies together on the laptop or reading our own books, but as expected, the thing we did most while the two of us were alone in the studio was sex. From my perspective I was worn out to the point my body was falling apart, but hyung kept whispering how well our sexual compatibility matched, how I was a mǔjīng, and kept showing his satisfaction. Since hyung liked being with me this much, there was no way I could refuse his requests for more just because I was getting tired.

Hyung wore the largest clothes I had until Sunday. So I really felt like hyung had become mine, and my excitement never had a chance to settle. And only on Monday morning, after waiting for the clothes I had washed in the washer over the weekend to dry, did he finally put them on and go to school. There were no classes we were taking together today, but when he said he would contact me later and let’s eat dinner together, I reflexively answered okay.

Even though we had been together all weekend, he had not gotten sick of me and wanted to see me again today. My heart pounded so hard at that fact that it felt like it was being squeezed. I spent the entire time in my major class waiting for the evening to come as quickly as possible.

When the long-awaited evening finally came and I got in touch with hyung, the place he took me to was a newly opened boutique hotel near school. We bought hamburger sets for dinner and went up to the room, where we quickly finished them off. For hyung, what came after dinner seemed far more important than the meal itself.

I was still chewing on fries, but hyung, who seemed to be in such a hurry, grabbed my top and pulled it upward to take it off. He nodded for me to finish taking everything off and go to the bed, and I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth and obediently followed what he wanted.

As I lay naked on the bed, hyung’s broad shoulders and wide chest cast a huge shadow, filling my view beneath him. Looking again, I saw something in hyung’s right hand. It was the ribbon used to tie back the hotel room curtains.

He held the fabric with both hands and spread it out, bringing it close to my eyes. Then he asked in a slightly excited voice.

“Doyun, do you want to try doing it blindfolded this time?”

“Blindfolded…? Just me?”

“Yeah, it’ll be different.”

When I did not say anything, hyung took that as agreement and wrapped the blackout curtain fabric around my eyes. As my vision became completely dark, I began to feel nervous on my own.

“Hyu… hyung… I want to see hyung’s face though.”

“Really? I wanted to try a play like this once. This is my first time too.”

“Ah…”

“Should I take it off? Do you want to stop?”

So this experience with me was first for hyung too… Hyung must have known exactly how powerful the words ‘first experience’ were on me when he said them. Once again, with just that one line from hyung, I involuntarily changed my mind and boldly answered that I would do the blindfold play. Hyung’s excited voice, saying, “Really? You’ll do it?” came right from in front of me.

While that was happening, I slowly got used to the situation of not being able to see. Hyung, looking delighted, said it would be fun and took off the rest of my underwear too. The sound of him excitedly stripping off his own clothes in a hurry followed, and soon the mattress of the bed I was lying on shifted, swaying. It was the weight and sound of hyung climbing on top of me.

And so the sex continued with only my eyes covered. Since the blackout curtain fabric blocked out all the light, it felt as if I were trapped in a pitch-dark night. While hyung was using his lips and tongue to caress different places on my body, I also reached out and started touching his solid body.

His abs, packed with six-pack muscles, and the stone-hard muscles of his thighs fit perfectly in my hand today for some reason. Maybe because my sight was blocked and other senses like touch became more alive, hyung’s body felt different too.

Hyung, having sex with a partner whose eyes were covered, and me, having sex without being able to see… At first I thought this might be a play only interesting to hyung, but my side, with my vision blocked, had unexpected fun too. For some reason I seemed more excited than usual.