Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 45

For a moment, he thought he’d been struck by lightning.

Heeheon trembled and flailed violently, like someone who had been electrocuted. On top of the pain, the pressure was so intense that his entire body froze solid. He couldn’t even breathe. It was incomparable to mere fingers, and it was hard to even utter the words to ask him to pull out.

“Hahk, ugh, heu…”

All he could do was gasp and endure, his face flushed bright red. Cha Moogyul lifted Heeheon’s arms and repositioned them to wrap around his neck, but Heeheon’s hands were so weak he couldn’t hold on. His hands fumbled, only managing to scratch his shoulder.

“Kugh, so tight.”

Cha Moogyul, too, seemed to be struggling, his brow deeply furrowed. He seemed to pause with a contorted expression, but then suddenly, he pushed inside again. As the club-like, weapon-like cock pried open his clenched insides and forced its way in, Heeheon sobbed. He shook his head, his whole body trembling as if in a seizure.

He couldn’t take it. He really couldn’t. It was physically impossible. Just as he thought he was going to die… Cha Moogyul kissed him and placed a hand on his chest. As if feeling the core reacting tumultuously beneath his chest, he caressed it with his palm, scratching and fondling the protruding nipple. It was a familiar touch, and it brought a sense of calm. The lower part of his body was hard to bear, but the upper part was relatively better. The act of repeatedly stroking his waist and gently, circularly pinching his nipple even felt quite tender.

Heeheon, who had been only gasping as if impaled on a spear, managed to hang on by putting his arms around Cha Moogyul’s neck. As they kissed, he adapted a little, and with time, his tense muscles relaxed slightly. The inside that had been clenching as if to bite him off eased a little. Heeheon, barely managing to open his eyes, asked with moist eyes.

“Di… did it, tear?”

Cha Moogyul answered with a frown.

“No.”

“Ngh, are you sure…?”

It hurts too much for that to be true…

“Are you trying to be cute now?”

Cha Moogyul hooked Heeheon’s knees over his elbows and slowly thrust his hips. The massive cock advanced a little further inside. Heeheon urgently tried to stop him.

“It hurts, it hur, keuah… Slowly, just, a little!”

“What do you want me to do. I am going slowly, damn it.”

“No, ahhh… I don’t think I can… Nngh.”

“This much, just, bear with it.”

“I can’t… Ugh, stop…”

But he offered no more leeway. He ignored Heeheon’s cries of pain and leisurely thrust his hips up. The ridiculously fucking huge thing dug inside, stubbornly and determinedly filled his belly, and reached the very end, making Heeheon’s lower abdomen swell slightly. Even after confirming it wouldn’t go in any further, Cha Moogyul, as if disappointed, thrusted his hips a few more times in short, sharp motions, then clicked his tongue sharply and pulled back.

At some point, they had both become drenched in sweat. The sweat beaded on his forehead trickled down his cheek. His handsome face was covered in fervent lust. Pulling out the entire shaft, leaving only the thick head, he then, in one motion, plunged deep inside Heeheon. At the sheer volume scraping his mucous membrane and ramming into him, Heeheon, nearly fainting from the strain, let out a shrill scream.

“Heo-eok!”

The hot, slick inner walls clung tightly, holding him. It wasn’t an exaggeration, it really felt like his stomach would be pierced. Holding onto the pained Heeheon, Cha Moogyul gradually and quickly picked up the pace. The already menacingly large cock tore through his insides, filling every crevice and fold. As it stimulated the spots that felt pleasure, Heeheon, too, felt a rush of sensation. It was considerably painful, but he was feeling it too.

“Hahk! Uah, ngh! Ugh, uungh!”

As he was shaken about wantonly, embarrassing moans burst out.

Heeheon clenched his lips, trying to hold back the sounds. As he whimpered and endured, hoping Cha Moogyul wouldn’t hear, Cha Moogyul viciously pinched the nipple he had so far not hurt, with his fingernail.

“…Heek!”

“Haah… What are you doing.”

“Wh-what…?”

“You said you couldn’t stand being fucked… but now you’re holding back your sounds?”

Cha Moogyul deliberately tormented the bright red, swollen nipple.

“Pick one. Just one.”

He pressed his lips against Heeheon’s face, not caring if it was his chin or cheek. He focused on biting and kissing his white, soft cheek.

“Ah! Ugh…, heouh!”

Heeheon’s mind was a complete blank.

He had desired Cha Moogyul, but he had never pictured in detail what it would be like to actually have sex with him. It was because he had consciously chided and restrained himself from doing so.

His first experience with his first love was… harder, rougher, and more chaotic than he had imagined. A sharp pleasure mixed with pain seemed to stab and gouge at him. Heeheon desperately, and pitifully, clung to him and moaned. Lights flashed in his whitened mind. They flickered on and off, showing him alternating black and white sights, and then, all his nerves focused solely on Cha Moogyul.

‘Cha Moogyul…’

There were so many things he wanted to say to him.

There were so many things he wanted to ask.

The years they couldn’t spend together, and the years he had longed for him, flashed by. The toxic, extreme loneliness, sorrow, resentment, and the murky, dark emotion that was now hard to distinguish between love and hate, became a rope directed at the one person, Cha Moogyul, binding him tightly.

‘What… what do I do…’

What do I do now.

He had given everything of Baek Heeheon, not just his heart but his body as well. Now what was he really supposed to do…

Lights sparkled in his head. His brain stopped functioning from the overwhelming pleasure, taken over by a soaring, intense ecstasy.

Heeheon squeezed his eyes shut.

He didn’t want to see the future. This moment alone was fulfilling enough. He silently prayed and prayed for this moment to last forever.

“Uah, heuk… Please, ah…!”

I like this. I like this. I like this. I like this.

I don’t know about the future. I’m just going to burn my life out right now and die.

He fervently wished that he, Cha Moogyul, felt the same way as he did.

Plink, plink…

He could hear the sound of water dripping from afar. Ripples formed on the calm surface of the water.

His lost consciousness gradually returned, and he began to feel sensation in his body, starting from his toes. His languid, limp body, numb with a dull ache, was submerged in warm water.

‘Uh…’

What is this. Where am I…

Heeheon furrowed his brow slightly. His eyelashes fluttered, and his eyelids, heavy as a thousand pounds, opened a little. The bright fluorescent light reflected off the water, creating a sparkling shimmer.

A bathtub.

Heeheon was submerged in the bathtub, leaning back limply against Cha Moogyul’s chest. Cha Moogyul, who was washing Heeheon’s chest with a loofah, whispered languidly.

“Don’t wake up.”

“…Ngh.”

“Go back to sleep.”

Heeheon blinked his eyelids with difficulty. His mind was hazy, and his whisper sounded faint, like a dream. It sounded like a pleasant auditory hallucination. It continued softly like a song lyric, reassuring Heeheon.

Heeheon lay still, breathing softly. It wasn’t as if he was in any state to move his limbs enough to take any action anyway. His body, limp as a waterlogged cotton ball, felt only cumbersome. His strained back ached, and his abused rear throbbed and stung even when he did nothing.

Heeheon moved his lips to call him. A terribly raspy voice came out of his throat. Even drinking ground gravel wouldn’t sound like this.

“Cha Moo, gyul…”

“I told you to sleep.”

“…It’s you, right…”

“What is.”

“You… you’re Cha Moogyul… Right…?”

Heeheon repeatedly sought his confirmation.

Just in case it was really a delusion.

Because it could be something like a hallucination.

A dream, a fantasy, or maybe… it could really be a mental illness.

He actually went all the way with Cha Moogyul. The thought that a situation so perfectly suited to Heeheon’s tastes could happen was so unlikely that suspicion came first. He treated Heeheon’s nonsensical question like sleep-talking and replied impassively.

“Why. Are you miserable because it’s me? Do you prefer Sung Ahwon?”

“…No.”

He keeps saying no, so why does Cha Moogyul keep bringing up Captain Sung…

Heeheon, completely drained and exhausted from fatigue, had no room for deep thought, so he just mumbled whatever came to mind.

“Stop bringing up the Captain… We’re not like that, it’s rude…”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah… I keep saying so, why do you keep, my words… ugh, completely ignoring me…”

Heeheon let out short, soft breaths. He was positioned with his head resting on Cha Moogyul’s nape, so his breath made his hair flutter slightly. A drop of water fell from his wet black hair.

“…”

Heeheon pressed his lips firmly together. Cha Moogyul glanced down at him, then lowered the hand holding the loofah into the water and began to wash his stomach and waist. The movements were slow and gentle, but his stomach and waist were sore, so Heeheon flinched a little.

“Hyung.”

“…”

“Baek Heeheon.”

“…Why are you calling me.”

“Listen carefully.”

The loofah delved between his legs. Why was it? Even though the movement was meticulously washing him, he sensed an ominous feeling. Heeheon twitched his thighs, which he had no strength in, a little. Small waves rippled on the surface of the bathtub water.

He slowly scrubbed and washed the area between Heeheon’s thighs. The thighs, red and raw from the friction of their vigorous intercourse, and the buttocks, red from being spanked, were brushed.

“Since hyung seems to be both clueless and completely unable to understand words, I’ll teach you simply, as if you were a newborn baby. From now on, there’s only one thing you have to do.”

His pleasant, low voice warned him tenderly, as if placating a child.

“Give up.”