Hit by a Pitched Ball Chapter 6

The muttering echoed as if inside a cave, making it hard to understand. At the increasingly ragged breathing, Yunjae’s spine tingled, goosebumps rising all over his body as his mind snapped awake. Taebeom pressed down on Yunjae, who couldn’t even catch his breath properly, and thrust his genitals deep inside. His tailbone grazed against the smooth groin. Taebeom pressed his tailbone firmly and steadily increased his pace. He thrust into his abdomen at a brutal speed. Touching the junction caught by his thumb, he spurred on his fucking.

“Hnn…gh, ah! Agh!”

Even the muttering gradually faded. Like inside a silent cave, only the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh, excited breathing from someone unknown, and wet, squelching, messy sounds tangled together and settled moistly.

“Hrr, …it hurts… ngh, ah! Haa, gh!”

Coming to his senses, Yunjae grabbed Taebeom’s shoulders and pushed him away. Despite his pleas, Taebeom was solely absorbed in the act of thrusting his own thing into the inner wall. Unaware of his own messy hip movements, panting roughly, Taebeom clung on with the momentum to devour the hole.

The pleasure he was experiencing for the first time was simply impossible to stop. Taebeom lost his reason and thrust his hips as if to push even his scrotum inside. The feeling of the inside twitching and the mucous membrane clinging densely drove him forward like a bulldozer.

Taebeom planted his arms beside Yunjae’s face, bent his head low, and pressed his lips as if to devour his ear. With every rough hip thrust, he revealed his excitement without restraint. At the damp voice pounding into his ear, Yunjae too could no longer push him away and reached out his arms to embrace his neck.

Is it always like this? Is it just hyung, or is it everyone? The subjectless words were worse than a dog’s barking. The following rough curses, intertwined with overflowing breath, flowed through his eardrums. Ah, overwhelmed by the numbing pleasure, Yunjae bit his lips until they split, grinding his head against the sheet.

Why didn’t I know this until now? Is it always this good? Ah, soft. Cute. Fuck. This is too good, what do I do. The answers to the questions running wild through his mind were replaced by panting breaths.

Yunjae came first in the end, and even knowing his own body had become dirty, Taebeom paid no mind, turned his body, gripped his pelvis, and shook his hips. Despite normally not even touching his own cock because he found it disgusting, with lewd eyes boiling with lust, Taebeom stared at Yunjae’s genitals swaying to his movements and reached out as if bewitched.

“Haa, ngh…! Ah, ah…!”

Pitiful moans continued. Though he looked at Yunjae with pity, he had no intention of stopping his hip movements. Instead, he sucked his lips as if to soothe them by stealing kisses.

Even his disheveled, crying appearance was sensual. Losing his composure, Taebeom lost rhythm and began thrusting roughly. Yunjae let out a scream-like moan. He had no capacity to care about his partner’s pleasure. The maddening pleasure climbed up his waist and struck his brain. Each time, Taebeom suppressed the rising urge to come, gritting his teeth and thrusting frantically. Only when the pleasure rose beyond what willpower could handle did he release his lingering regret through fucking.

Yunjae, who had been lying beneath and enduring the desperate pounding, raised his trembling arm and pushed Taebeom’s shoulder away. Taebeom, who had already tasted the pleasure, merely glanced at the arm pushing him away as if it were amusing. He grabbed the pushing arm and pinned it above his head. Even so, the axe-like thrusting didn’t stop.

Suddenly, his thick thigh muscles tightened and his buttocks hardened. Even in the climax of semen spreading inside the inner wall, Taebeom didn’t ease up, brutally pounding his hips.

“Ah, hnngh, agh! Ah!”

Eventually, Taebeom came deep inside the inner wall with a short groan. His expression, which had been feigning composure, crumbled in an instant. He couldn’t even catch his breath properly and hurriedly pulled his cock out. His still-unfinished cock spat out whitish semen between the buttocks in spurts.

Taebeom grabbed and spread Yunjae’s limp buttocks, still pinned beneath him. He stared with a peculiar gaze at the sight of semen oozing out of the hole and mixing with the semen splattered across the perineum. It was the first time leaving his mark on someone else’s body, and a different kind of exhilaration bubbled up, distinct from shock.

“…Co, condom?”

“Haa, haa… …Do I have to?”

“Of cour… ah…!”

“Hoo, ah…, I’ll do it now.”

What? Yunjae’s eyes widened in surprise, and he lifted only his head, still limp and weak. In Yunjae’s view, Taebeom’s genitals showed no sign of having just ejaculated. Still bizarrely swollen and radiating heat, Taebeom’s cock was brazenly demanding another round of the pleasure it had just enjoyed.

Lightly gripping the shaft and wiping off the smeared fluids, Taebeom positioned himself between Yunjae’s legs again.

“I said it’s my first time.”

“…That’s even stranger, considering how you’re acting.”

“We can do more, right.”

“…”

It was a pleasure he’d never felt before. The pain that felt like he was being cut in half had long been forgotten after the moment of climax. Once he’d thrust in, he’d gotten the hang of it, and the second time felt like nothing.

“Haa… ngh…”

“Just a little, okay? Loosen up just a little.”

Persistence tracing the gap, Taebeom pushed his cock all the way in at once and pressed his hips down again. Only after fully inserting his cock into the wide-spread gap did Taebeom catch his breath. To satisfy his remaining desire, he immediately began thrusting his hips after insertion.

The more he did it, the more sadistic urges bloomed. His white skin, which bruised at every touch, flushed red. Taebeom fixed his gaze on the junction squeezing his genitals and upped the pace one last time.

“Ahh, hukh! Ah… ah!”

Burying his genitals deep after desperately repeating the back-and-forth motion, Taebeom bent his waist. The feeling of having spread even places that shouldn’t be entered made his lower back tingle. Yet he still didn’t feel like pulling it out. Instead, he thrust in a few more times, deeper.

Still buried inside Yunjae, Taebeom let out a hollow laugh. The sharp, ominous premonition came flooding back as regret.

After several rounds of sex, Yunjae, reduced to a pulp, was no match for Taebeom. On top of that, he was heavily drunk from hastily consumed alcohol.

Yunjae tried to accept the situation with his sluggish mind. But there were things he simply couldn’t wrap his head around. Shouldn’t the one needing the help of alcohol have been the other party?

Until he’d impulsively stepped outside, he’d had doubts that even Ha Taebeom might not be able to handle being with a man. Since he’d only ever been with women, he’d worried that upon seeing a naked man’s body—to be specific, a cock—he might go soft.

But Taebeom got hard, almost unbelievably so for a first-timer. Without having drunk anything, he kissed and sucked tongues readily. And his touching was equally unrestrained.

‘Can you do it?’

He’d apparently been concerned in his own way, but the shared worry was quickly resolved, making all that concern pointless. It got hard just fine, and it didn’t go soft easily either.

After one roll, Taebeom’s expression changed by the second time. Even after coming who knows how many times, he remained greedy. Yunjae’s body had stirred his sexual desire beyond expectations. Taebeom momentarily doubted his firmly established sexual orientation. But he quickly shook his head. It was definitely possible because Yunjae was his type. The hole that sucked in his cock, the body that reddened at every touch. The moans that appropriately aroused his lust, and even the cock that, like its owner, looked clean rather than repulsive.

For these reasons, the justification for what he’d done today was more than sufficient.

∞ ∞ ∞

Is he really insane? Or are they insane? Naked and lying blankly, Yunjae, who had been absently glancing at the face sleeping soundly while holding him, covered his self-reproachful eyes with his palm and bit his lower lip hard.

He’d impulsively agreed readily, but the other party was none other than Ha Taebeom. Putting aside the fact that he was a celebrity, he was Kim Dohyun’s junior.

Should I die, after all, dying is… That can’t be.