“Really, haah…, you really think it’ll feel good?”
“Yeah…, put it in, Rose. Hurry…”
The member that had been pressing against his perineum suddenly pushed forward. The wrinkled opening stretched taut, struggling to take in the round, swollen tip of the glans.
“Hup.”
While trying somehow to relax his lower half that was tensing involuntarily, Elijah grabbed his member and pushed it inside himself. The pressure felt incomparable to when he’d taken three fingers—on an entirely different level.
“Ngh…, I don’t think this will work, Elijah. It’s too…”
“No.”
Elijah wrapped his legs around Rose, who was trying to pull back, and forcibly stuffed his member in.
“If we somehow push it in, it’ll go in…”
Before they knew it, deep darkness had settled in the room. Moonlight faintly seeping through the palm-sized window beautifully illuminated Rose’s silhouette.
“Ah, ah, huk…”
The moment of first entry was, naturally, painful.
* * *
Moonlight seeping through the square window, the entirely dark and damp stone walls. A small space where cold moisture clung inside his nose with every breath.
Elijah loved everything about this special moment he could only share with Rose. Of course, his lower half holding his member stung as if torn, his stomach felt taut as if about to burst, and his breath rose to his chin making it hard to endure.
But even so, he was happy and it felt good.
“Does it hurt?”
Rose tilted his head, bracing his arms on either side of Elijah’s head, and asked quietly while meeting his gaze. Sweat flowing from the ends of his hair dripped onto Elijah’s forehead.
“…No.”
He wanted to answer at more length, but if he made even the slightest mistake it felt like his stomach would really burst, so he couldn’t manage even simple words.
“Then?”
The tip of the thumb caressing around his eyes was tender. Rose’s hand, which had already absorbed Elijah’s body heat deeply, wasn’t as cold as usual.
“I want to know how you feel…, Elijah.”
The voice that wavered fragilely without confidence was too low and wet, like a sound being dragged up from the basement of a monastery.
“You tell me first, Rose. I want to know too.”
Right now, with part of your body stuffed inside me, how do you feel…
Elijah was more genuinely curious than ever before.
“I…”
Rose’s eyes crinkled. His forehead, faintly illuminated by moonlight, furrowed shallowly in pain.
“Feel like I’m going to die.”
He couldn’t tell if it meant dying from pleasure or dying from pain. But seeing Rose’s expression similar to when he usually reached climax, it was probably the former.
Wet hair fell around Elijah’s neck. A sharp pain grazed where Rose’s lips touched, but Elijah, with all sensation concentrated between his legs, didn’t pay it mind.
“Mmh…”
A wet moan flowed down the nape of his neck.
“It’s much tighter than when using my hand. Feels like it’ll… burst.”
Contrary to his words, Rose thrust his hips upward as if wanting to stuff more of himself inside.
“Ah, hnngh.”
The member that had barely gotten halfway in gradually carved a path through the inner walls. Though he’d known Rose’s size well, the thickness felt different between holding it in his hand and directly embracing it inside his stomach.
At the pain of a heated club seeming to scrape his inner walls, Elijah froze without even breathing. He thought he could now somewhat understand Rose’s words about being scared of breaking him.
However, satisfaction was greater than fear. From the fact that what was piercing his body wasn’t a harpoon or club but part of Rose’s body, everything was fine with him.
“Ahh…”
Only after stuffing his whole body inside Elijah did Rose finally lower his eyes as if finding a sanctuary. His face held more relief than pleasure. Elijah stroked the finely trembling eyelashes with his fingertips and licked his lips.
The two remained frozen like that without moving for several minutes. Not knowing what to do next, Elijah simply bit and sucked Rose’s lips while adapting to the pressure filling his stomach.
The thick, long shaft and the veins bulging here and there, even the cute peach-shaped round glans—he could vividly feel the shape of the member he’d touched countless times with his hands now pulsing inside his organs.
“Haah…, Elijah.”
Eyes that held precarious desire, gleaming wetly, looked at Elijah.
“…I can’t move.”
Large hands slowly brushed away the disheveled hair on Elijah’s forehead. The touch that traced down his forehead, temples, and around his eyes grazed his cheek and lingered firmly on his lips.
“What if you get hurt.”
“I won’t get hurt, Rose. If I didn’t get hurt even after putting it all in like this, …I won’t get hurt no matter what we do.”
Elijah rubbed his member, pressed against Rose’s lower abdomen, up and down slightly. As the joined area moved because of that, Rose let out a moan through his teeth and frowned.
“Hurry and make me feel good, Rose. I don’t know what to do…”
Elijah could do nothing but clumsily move his hips and rub to create friction between his member and Rose’s flesh. Wanting somehow to turn this pain into pleasure but not knowing the method, only his frustrated inner walls twitched in spasms.
Rose slightly raised his upper body and gradually thrust his hips up to match his movements.
“…Really, you really don’t know?”
“Hng, ahngh…”
The member that began moving back and forth, rubbing the tightly clinging mucous membrane, started shaking up and down as if carving a path through the narrow inner walls.
“This is strange…, Elijah.”
“Ah, huk…”
“It feels like you’re making me into a fool.”
The sensation of inner walls being scraped by the movement that repeatedly pressed deep inside his stomach then pulled back brought a peculiar heat.
“Haah, ngh, Rose…”
Elijah hastily sought and bit Rose’s lips. As if they could only breathe that way, the two people undulated up and down, chasing only each other’s breath between their pressed lips.
He could feel the back muscles he’d embraced tightly rising firmly beneath his palms. Every time Rose’s member pushed in, Elijah would weakly scratch down that back with his fingertips, then startle and clench his fist tight.
“Hng, mmnh, mmph, hnngh…”
Some point that repeatedly grazed sent a tingling thrill through his stomach. Just a little more, if it stayed a little longer he felt he could know, but the frustrated inner walls kept tightening.
Elijah, who had ensnared Rose with both legs, thrust his own hips and led him to deeper places.
“Ah, mmnh, hng, keep…, keep going, Rose, just a little…, ah.”
The member that had been thrusting quickly suddenly pressed deep inside the inner walls. Rose’s arm came under the waist that had arched sharply upward into the air. As the joining deepened, the heat that had been precariously pooling spilled over.
“Hnngh, ah…!”
Elijah tilted his head back, his waist trembling as he reached climax. Pleasure that spread bright red from inside his stomach gradually permeated to his extremities. At the same time, the tightly squeezed inner walls became soaked wet.
“Haah, haah…”
The back muscles that covered Elijah without gap writhed and rose and fell steeply. The bodies of the two young men who’d reached climax simultaneously trembled finely from the pleasure binding them together.
“Mmnh, ah, I like it…, Rose. Do it more, hng, it’s so, good.”
“Ngh, Elijah…, haah, hng…”
Elijah grasped the tail end of climax and continued shaking his hips. He wished this rapture would never end. As if drawn by his movements, Rose moaned and rapidly shook his hips.
“Hng, ngh, mmnh…, good, good, hng…”
Tears leaked out from excessive pleasure and flowed down his temples. Elijah kept repeating that it felt good in case Rose might misunderstand. Rose, who’d raised his upper body, rubbed the inside of his finely trembling thighs with his thumb tip and thrust his hips up.
Elijah placed his hand on his stomach and pressed down. He could faintly feel the outline of Rose’s member moving in and out inside.
“Here, hng…, it comes all the way here. Ha, mmh…”
Rose’s exhaled breath scattered over his sensitive chest. Rose, who’d overlapped his hand on top of Elijah’s, slowly burrowed inside him and asked.
“Is it too… deep?”
“That’s why it’s good, you fool…”
Rose, who’d let out a moan briefly suppressed through his teeth, muttered something under his breath. His irritably furrowed brow almost looked displeased.
With a sigh as if reaching his limit, the member that had been shallowly pressing inside his stomach suddenly plunged deep into the inner walls in one thrust.
“Ah…!”
His waist, trembling from the intense stimulation, arched sharply upward. The member that hadn’t lost strength even after ejaculating swayed back and forth on Elijah’s stomach. Every time Rose pressed against his waist, whitish fluid spurted up from the swollen tip of the glans.
Rose, who’d supported his back to raise his upper body, embraced his body as if binding it with both arms. Elijah wrapped his arms around Rose’s neck and moved on his own, chasing pleasure.
Rose tilted his head and his lips took in the highly sensitized nipple and sucked deeply.
“Haah…, mmnh, ah.”
The slender body trapped in his arms trembled finely. Elijah, who’d released semen onto Rose’s stomach, listlessly rested his head on his shoulder.
“I love you…, Rose. I love you so much…”
Elijah didn’t know how else to express these feelings that kept welling up and overflowing.
The up and down undulating movement gradually subsided. Elijah met the dark red eyes that were looking up at him intently. Their lips, lukewarm from their mixed body heat, touched.
“I’m yours, and you’re mine, Elijah.”
“Yeah…, hng, mmnh…, I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
Tears welled up from the overflowing emotions and pleasure. Elijah moved his hips while sniffling. It felt so good, his vision grew distant.
For Elijah, it was the best night of his entire life. The most joyful, peaceful night where their body heat could mix perfectly.
It was a night where he couldn’t bear how much he loved Rose.
