Chapter 16. Let’s Finish What We Started (8)

Translator: Lili

When their lips finally parted, a thin string of saliva lingered between them, and Chayoung parted Seo Gyuha’s legs, positioning himself between them. However, since he was still sitting upright, he couldn’t reach the spot he wanted.

“Relax and lie down. Or turn over if you prefer.”

“Just do it already. You were already working it over in the bathroom.”

The memory of the sensations from earlier, when Chayoung had pinpointed his sensitive spot, came flooding back. The mere thought caused Gyuha’s er*ction to twitch, growing even harder.

“Are you sure about that? It might be better if I loosen you up a little more.”

“…”

Gyuha’s gaze shifted from Chayoung’s face downward, trailing over his body. The towel barely clinging to Chayoung’s hips did little to conceal the massive bulge underneath. The size and presence of it made Gyuha recall the small space he had tried to prepare earlier. After a moment of deliberation, Gyuha silently turned over, lying face down. Then, almost as an afterthought, he glanced back with a scowl.

“If you tear me apart, you’re dead.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Chayoung chuckled, pulling open the drawer of the bedside table and retrieving the necessary supplies. His grin deepened as he caught sight of Gyuha’s awkwardly arched back, his hips slightly raised.

“Lower your chest and lift your hips higher.”

“God, you’re demanding.”

Despite the grumbling, Gyuha adjusted his position to meet Chayoung’s requirements. However, his hips were still too low, prompting Chayoung to press down on his upper back while lifting his hips further, fully exposing the vulnerable spot.

“Relax and stay still.”

Chayoung applied a generous amount of lubr*cant to the area. The cold sensation made Gyuha flinch, but Chayoung didn’t pause. He casually rubbed the entrance before inserting his index and middle fingers.

The heat and tightness inside were still intense. Even with just two fingers, the snug grip was unmistakable.

From where he stood, Chayoung could see Gyuha clutching the sheets tightly. His broad frame and prominent bones weren’t exactly Chayoung’s usual type. Then again, Gyuha was the first person with such a solid build that he’d ever been intimate with.

For a moment, Chayoung considered asking to see his face, but he stopped himself. If he made such a suggestion, he was sure Gyuha would respond with swearing or even outright aggression. Yet, the irony of someone who cursed so often and acted so tough willingly presenting themselves like this was amusing. Clearly, Gyuha wasn’t immune to the pull of pleasure. Why else would he have chosen to go straight to an*l for his first experience?

“Have you done this again since then?”

“What?”

“You used this, I mean. Has anyone else done it?”

“Shut up and just keep going.”

The lack of denial spoke volumes. It meant Gyuha had, indeed, used that part of himself again since their first time. Chayoung couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. As the saying went, ‘Those who bloom late hustle to make up for lost time’.

“Right after I broke it in, huh.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing, just thinking out loud.”

It didn’t matter to Chayoung whether Gyuha had slept with someone else. The fact that Gyuha had responded to his call and shown up so readily suggested he was expecting something worthwhile. That was all that mattered.

When Chayoung added a third finger, the tightness increased significantly. He worked to loosen the area, occasionally delivering a sharp slap to the round, firm flesh of Gyuha’s butt*cks. The way his body responded—flexing and tensing in time with Chayoung’s touches—was captivating. Soon, a wet sensation coated his fingers, signaling that Gyuha’s body was ready.

“You must really like this. I’ve never seen a beta get this wet so quickly.”

Gyuha’s body stiffened momentarily. He glanced over his shoulder, but it didn’t seem like Chayoung had said it with any deeper meaning. With a scowl, Gyuha redirected the conversation.

“It’s not because you’re good at it. I’m just sensitive. It’d be the same no matter who was doing it.”

“I don’t love the idea of being compared to other guys.”

“Ahh…!”

Before Gyuha could retort, Chayoung’s fingers pressed firmly against that sweet spot again. The rhythmic motion sent shudders through Gyuha’s entire body, his lower abdomen twitching in response. Clear fluid dripped steadily from his er*ct length.

Eventually, Chayoung withdrew his fingers, now slick with a mix of lube and other fluids. Unwrapping the towel from around his waist, he revealed his full er*ction, sheathing himself with a c*nd*m before positioning the head of his sh*ft at Gyuha’s entrance.

“I’m going in.”

“Do it slowly!”

That demand earned a chuckle from Chayoung. Despite his relaxed demeanor, even he felt the resistance as he began to push in. The tight grip around his sh*ft was incredible, making him pause momentarily to let Gyuha adjust.

“Relax a little.”

But Gyuha’s tension refused to dissipate. Determined, Chayoung shifted tactics. Releasing Gyuha’s hip, he reached down to wrap a hand around his length. The sudden touch caused Gyuha’s body to jolt, allowing Chayoung to gradually slide in deeper.

By the time he was fully seated inside, beads of sweat had formed on both of them. For a moment, Chayoung stilled, savoring the intense heat and snug fit before beginning to move, slowly at first but quickly building up speed. The rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room.

“Ahh…! Hngh!”

Chayoung gripped Gyuha’s hips tightly, driving into him with increasing force. He could feel every contraction, every ripple as the tight walls pulled him in deeper.

“It feels like your body’s shaped to fit me perfectly.”

“Haa… ngh!”

The intensity grew as Gyuha’s body responded naturally, clenching and relaxing in time with Chayoung’s thrusts. It felt almost unreal, as if his body had been designed solely to take pleasure this way.

Chayoung adjusted his rhythm, slowing slightly to prolong the moment. Reaching around, he gripped Gyuha’s er*ction once more, teasing the sensitive head and spreading the slick flu*ds over his chest. Gyuha shuddered violently at the sensation, his body trembling as moans spilled uncontrollably from his lips.

After some time, Gyuha’s upper body gave out, collapsing onto the mattress. Seizing the opportunity, Chayoung followed him down, lips latching onto the nape of his neck. He bit down lightly, the salty taste of sweat on his tongue, adding to the mix of sensations overwhelming Gyuha.

When Chayoung finally pulled back, Gyuha gasped for breath. Looking over his shoulder, Chayoung smirked.

“You doing okay?”

“Of course I am.”

Though his voice was firm, his expression betrayed just how much effort he was putting into holding himself together. Smirking, Chayoung repositioned him against the wall for another round.