Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 53

His face deathly pale, Heeheon managed to open his trembling lips to stop him.

“Sto, ack! Stop it, I already came, I came…!”

He cried out, aggrieved.

This time, as he had been told, Heeheon hadn’t held back his moans. To be precise, he hadn’t been able to hold them back, but in any case, he had let them out as they came. So then, wasn’t he supposed to stop after just once, as promised? Then why was he continuing?

His mind melted into a stupor, Heeheon thrashed about, protesting that this wasn’t what they had agreed on, telling him to stop. Cha Moogyul let out a few chuckles, his breathing ragged.

“Yeah, you did well. Good boy. But I’m not done yet.”

He paid no mind to Heeheon’s struggles, pouncing on him and piercing him as he pleased. The inside of him was being dug into so deeply that it felt like his inner walls would bruise. What’s more, Heeheon’s member was still being shamelessly toyed with by him. Right after ejaculating, the skin of his penis was extremely sensitive, and he was scratching it slowly with his fingernails, goading the pleasure by digging into the urethral opening again. He fiddled with the raised vein on the back of the shaft, playing with Baek Heeheon with just one hand.

“Y-ahk! Ah… Don’t touch me! I came, I told you! Just now… Aeu!”

That son of a bitch.

He must not have had any intention of stopping from the very beginning.

Every corner of his body was heated with arousal, his sensitivity at its peak, and now he was being relentlessly pushed like this, so it really felt like he was going to die. He was only now learning for the first time that a person could feel pain from excessive pleasure. Heeheon went from shrieking, to sobbing, to scratching at his arm in anger.

“Stop, it, just, haeu, stop it! At least, let go with your hand, shii…!”

Of course, it was completely useless. Cha Moogyul didn’t even pretend to listen.

Even if Baek Heeheon got angry, Cha Moogyul probably wouldn’t feel threatened at all. So, left with no choice, Heeheon had to change his approach. This time, Heeheon begged him. The situation was that desperate.

“I, can’t. I can’t do it anymore… Please.”

“Hoo, you’re doing so well, why.”

“No, now, please… Please. Eu’eung…”

At some point, Heeheon, pushed to the edge of the mattress, hit his head against the headboard. Every time Cha Moogyul thrust his hips, the crown of his head bumped against the wooden headboard. Thump, thump. Cha Moogyul gripped Heeheon’s waist tightly and dragged him down, thrusting deep inside his stomach, all the way to a place he hadn’t reached before.

“Aah!”

For a moment, Heeheon’s eyes rolled back. He felt something trickling out from his front. He couldn’t tell if it was gel or if he was leaking semen again. Cha Moogyul gathered Heeheon up, adjusting his position to hold him, and kissed the nape of his neck. He left a clear bite mark as he murmured in a low voice.

“Hm, is my name Please? You keep saying please, please.”

“A, an… Eut, heuk…”

“Hah…”

He pressed down on Heeheon with his full weight and came, buried deeper than he had ever been before. His lower body muscles tensed tightly, and his statuesque body went rigid for a moment. He shot his load into Heeheon’s belly as if marking his territory and stayed still for a moment. Beads of sweat trickled down the prominent muscles of his angry forearms.

It was finally over. The movements stopped, and only their ragged breaths could be heard. Their hearts were pounding furiously. Through their joined bodies, they could feel each other’s pulse beating at a similar speed. Like how their cores connected as one when they resonated. No guiding was taking place, but right now, their hearts at least were resonating, beating in unison as if they were one.

“Haa, haa…”

“Heok…”

Cha Moogyul, with his large frame, was shamelessly crushing Baek Heeheon. Then he grabbed Heeheon’s cheek, turned his head, and bit his ear. He chewed and licked the shell of his ear, but Heeheon was already exhausted to his limit and didn’t even have the strength to stop him. It wasn’t as if he would let go even if he was told to.

Lying there flattened, his neck and ear were chewed on for a while. Then at some point, his weight lifted. Cha Moogyul sat up and pulled away from Heeheon.

‘Ah…’

Now, now, it must be, o-over.

Thank God…

Stop…

Before I pass out, quickly…

<It’s the same for me.>

<I only have you, hyung.>

Those words…

He had to ask what they meant.

Right then, one of Heeheon’s legs was lifted, and his body was spun around in a half-circle.

“Heek…!”

While his cock was still buried inside him.

His inner walls were all scraped in one direction, creating an extreme stimulation. In the unexpected, sudden situation, Heeheon gasped and lifted his head. Cha Moogyul had him sit up on his own thighs, face to face, with his cock still inserted.

And then, believe it or not, he grabbed another bottle of gel from the ones scattered on the bed and opened the cap.

Heeheon’s eyes flew open so wide they felt like they would tear, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Hey, hey!”

He shouted in a frantic, cracked voice.

“Are you really, a fucking animal…? Know when to stop!”

Ignoring Heeheon’s revulsion, Cha Moogyul tore open the gel and squeezed it out onto the point where they were joined. The sticky gel dripped onto the flushed opening and the base of Cha Moogyul’s cock.

“This time, it’s a review. Show me your face and make some noise, hyung.”

At those words, Heeheon’s face turned deathly pale.

“No. I can’t. I really can’t. It, it’s too much for me, anymore…”

“You can’t? Then three times.”

“No… Fuck, Cha Moogyul!”

“Whaaat.”

“You bastard, are you crazy…?”

Having squeezed out all the gel, Cha Moogyul threw the empty bottle behind him, then grinned and slapped Heeheon’s buttock. Slap. Being hit on the ass with a cock still inside felt different. As Heeheon tensed up and clenched his ass tightly, Cha Moogyul’s palm lightly struck his buttock one more time.

“Hahaha.”

Finally, he burst into a hearty laugh. Why was it, it felt like this was the first time he had seen Cha Moogyul laugh so joyfully. His distinctively sensual black eyes curved as he met Heeheon’s gaze. Heeheon was reflected perfectly in those eyes, as dark as a lonely night, their depths unknowable. He was looking at Baek Heeheon. For a long time. As if the empty 5-year gap meant nothing.

“It’s decided then. Three times.”

It was late summer.

Three months had already passed since his reunion with Cha Moogyul, and the summer of late August was an overwhelmingly intense and full transitional period, enough to easily shake a person.

The blazing midday sun melted all things white, but when the sun set, a faint crescent moon would rise to cool the earth. The scent of dry grass and the fading song of the cicadas. The interplay of light and shadow, seen only at this time of year, was as distant as the chasm of the vast daily temperature range.

Like day and night, light and dark, life and death, beginning and end.

At the tail end of the season, summer had passed its peak and was desperately knocking on autumn’s door, and everything was changing rapidly.

Upheaval inevitably gives birth to chaos. It is chaos.

Like the primordial state before the creation of the universe in the Greek cosmogony, something was enveloping the two of them, squirming and quickening. A small, not-yet-fully-formed star was the starting point. It felt like something was about to explode soon.

A cool hand swept over his waist. Cha Moogyul helped the listless Heeheon sit up in bed and touched his flat stomach.

“I think you’ve lost some weight.”

Heeheon couldn’t properly balance himself and swayed. It was because, at some point, he had become unable to leave the bed all day. It seemed he was either being fucked or sleeping.

“I need to feed you more… Should I pay more attention to the menu? Let’s eat meat, hyung.”

Since that day, Cha Moogyul had literally kept Baek Heeheon by his side. Fucking him several times a day was a given, and even when Heeheon resisted, exhausted and protesting that he absolutely couldn’t do it anymore, he showed no signs of stopping. As he had declared, he no longer went easy on Heeheon. Of course, he didn’t hold back either. He took Heeheon as he desired and poured out his lust as he pleased.

That wasn’t all. He washed him, dressed him, fed him, and of course, applied medicine for him. He had Baek Heeheon completely in his grasp, controlling and treating him like his own possession.

Naturally, it was difficult for Heeheon to adapt to his completely changed demeanor. A cold madness would sometimes flash in his eyes, and that Cha Moogyul was incredibly unfamiliar to Heeheon. To think that his true nature, no, his true feelings, were this toxic…

“How about filet mignon steak? Or do you prefer Korean food? Braised beef short ribs?”

Cha Moogyul, who had been touching Heeheon’s arms and thighs once each to check for changes in his physique, looked up and asked casually. His eyes, black as darkness, curved languidly, holding a gentle hint of a smile.

“Anything is fine.”

Heeheon muttered calmly. As Cha Moogyul had said, his pale face was a little thinner. His once soft cheeks also looked a bit gaunt.

“Even though you’re such a picky eater, hyung.”

“When are you talking about… I’m not like that anymore.”

“Not really. To my eyes, you still seem the same.”

Cha Moogyul gripped Heeheon’s calf and kneaded it lightly. His touch, as if massaging a tense muscle, was gentle, and the pressure was just right. The ache in his leg eased, which was refreshing. Though the one who had made his leg ache in the first place was Cha Moogyul.