There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)-Chapter 777: Side Story 4. Endless Journey - 59.5 (M)

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"How do you feel?"

"Umm..." Byul squirmed slightly, biting his lips as he felt the fingers stirring inside him. How many were there? Two? Three? Kar’s fingers were way bigger and longer than his.

...just like everything else.

But what did he feel? Itchy? Full? Byul had no idea. It was his first time, it was Kar’s first time. Everything was new for them. Thanks to Kar’s meticulous, careful ministration, however, Byul didn’t feel what a virgin usually feared: pain.

"It’s...not uncomfortable?" Byul smiled sheepishly. He couldn’t describe it much more.

Kar frowned slightly. "Doesn’t feel good?"

Byul bit his lips again. "Umm...it’s kind of...itchy?" he grimaced at his lack of description skill. "I think...I think we should just do it, Hyung..."

"I don’t think it’s loose en--"

"Enough! It’s enough!" Byul shook his head, and then nodded frantically. He was tingly and itchy all over. It was good to have Kar kissing him all over, and at one point, he could feel a vague sense of electric jolt as the finger grazed something inside him.

But it was not enough. He instinctively knew his body needed something more. Something new. Byul was never a seven-course dinner type of person, anyway. He just wanted a light appetizer and diving straight into the main course.

Holding the broad shoulder above him, Byul twisted his hips again so his thigh was grazing the thick hardness below. "It’s enough, Hyung. Let’s do it," he kissed the sharp jaw, whining. "It’s loose enough, I feel itchy."

"You’re sure it’s loose enough?" Kar asked again, just to make sure. But the only reply he got was pouting lips on an impatient face, so he chuckled helplessly and pulled his fingers out.

"Ngh!" Byul bit his lips at the delicious sensation of the fingers dragging out of his hole. His back arched in reflex, and a pillow was nicely snugged beneath his curve.

By the time he managed to steady his breath again, Kar was already between his legs, all hard and protected.

Oh...that looked like more than three fingers. Byul bit his lips. Was it going to hurt? Was it going to be good? He had no idea, and that in itself was thrilling. He didn’t even realize he was looking at it without blinking, with bated breath.

"Baby, close your eyes," Kar said with a clenched jaw, covering the black eyes with his hand. "Your gaze is driving me crazy."

"H-huh?"

Byul was startled by many things at once. By the dry sound of repressed desire; by the sudden darkness; and by the tension of his back entrance as something hard and girthy. He gasped, taking a sharp breath that allowed a smoother breach.

"O-oh..."

"Haa--"

A stuttered breath was met with a deep, quiet growl. Byul felt the hand covering his eyes tensed and tremble slightly, before moving away to grab the headboard. What he saw when he regained his vision was a man fighting with his inner beast.

But Byul also had no leeway to think about the sharp, new, unbearable sensation that the esper experienced; because he, too, could feel it. It was different. A bunch of fingers were not at all the same with that lump of long, hard flesh trying to reach his gut. He clutched the sheet beneath him for the sheer shock his body received from the unexpected sensation.

As he took a short, sharp breath, Byul horridly realized it wasn’t even everything. Not yet. Kar, holding onto the headboard as if it were his string of sanity, looked down to check on the youngest’s face before he could dare to continue.

"Byul?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ye...yeah?" Byul swallowed.

"Okay?"

Byul looked up again, realizing that even Kar couldn’t speak more than a few words. He took another deep breath and nodded. "Okay...yeah, I’m okay," he said. "You can...you can continue, Hyung..."

"Yeah? Okay..."

Kar sounded shaky as he let go of the headboard, straightening his back again and held Byul’s waist gently. As gently as he could. Even then, Byul could feel the grip that made him wonder if he would have a bruise tomorrow. He hoped not, or Kar might refract again.

"Take a deep breath," Kar instructed--or rather, requested. He was so gentle with his words, even while sounding like a wolf on the verge of a rut.

But that was about the only thing gentle coming from him that night.

Tried as he might, Kar’s perceived slow thrust as he dug the younger’s shaft was anything but. For Byul, it felt like everything was shoved all at once, past the point those fingers reached; past anything he thought could reach. There was not enough tingly introduction, just a lancing electric shot coursing through his body as every kind of sensitive nerve was pushed inside him.

He was filled, past all expectations. He felt like his gut was poked; tension and heat pooled in his abdomen. His consciousness was centered on his lower back and somewhere high. Perhaps that was why his head was thrown back, back arches and fingers clutched the sheet beside his head as if he wanted to run backward.

"Ahh...haa..." Kar planted his knees hard on the mattress, closing his eyes as he moaned at the sensation; the way the tight passage hugged his cock as if it was made for him.

But soon, his rationality returned to beat him around the head. He opened his head and grasped Byul’s face; but in doing so, he had to lean down and push even deeper into the younger man.

"Haa--ahh!" Byul gasped, getting pulled back by the increased tension from the sudden pressure.

"Baby? Baby, are you okay?"

Breathing heavily, Byul still had enough sense to nod. "Yeah...yeah..." he bit his lips and closed his eyes, moaning as the tingling sensation spread again. "Ohh, Hyung..."

"What? Baby?"

"Y-you’re..." Byul took a deep breath, replying within pants. "You’re s-so deep...Hyung..."

Kar could feel himself throbbing inside the warm canal, and it almost made him curse. Perhaps because of that, Byul suddenly grabbed his hand and looked at him with flickering eyes.

"H-Hyung, you can’t stop," the actor shook his head before Kar could make any notion about stopping. "I can take it. I want to take it."

Honestly, his body was in confusion. The tension and pressure were almost unbearable; a foreign sensation he hadn’t known before. But beyond that, there was a climbing pleasure that was yet to reach its peak, and Byul wanted to attain it. This intertwining fear and thrill was akin to a roller coaster.

Byul loved every second of it.

And if Kar had to be honest, he didn’t think he could stop either. He hadn’t even moved yet, but it already felt godly. The clench, the friction...the chain was rattling inside. And oh, the way the beauty beneath him squirmed and jolted, blush spreading like rose petals on the bed of snow...

Kar started to fear that he wouldn’t be able to stop even with the safeword.

"Hyung..."

But the needy whine beneath him worked like a hammer battering his chains, and Kar was a weak, weak man. What could he do but comply?

Checking once more that the emergency high-quality potions were there on the nightstand, Byul leaned down to kiss the pleading lips. "I’m sorry, Byul," he whispered.

"Huh?"

Slipping his hands beneath the actor’s neck and back, Kar whispered again. "I’m really sorry."

Byul blinked in a daze, but he understood it immediately when the first thrust came. It started with a slow drag that was nothing but delicious, and ended with a fast thrust that punched the air out of his lungs. Eyes blown wide, Byul could only gasp as his body was rocked so violently he thought he would get thrown out of the bed.

But he was secured inside the esper’s tight embrace, although it provided him no escape. All he could do was grasp, clawing at the esper’s skin for purchase. At one point he had no air to scream; at another, he was moaning like a slut. Those fears and thrills were getting blurry, and Byul wondered why there were fireworks in his brain.

"Byul..."

He remembered his name, uttered with the heavy breaths.

"Gods, Byul..."

A voice full of worship, which Byul very much wanted to reply; but alas--he was busy moaning and perhaps screaming. He couldn’t really tell with the way his brain went haywire.

Oh...it was way, way better than the roller coaster. He thought he would reach that peak of pleasure and gradually come down, but no--the pleasure did not stop because the one giving it wasn’t stopping. Byul didn’t even know when the climax came; he was spasming and Kar was groaning, and the roller coaster continued to rush while all kinds of fireworks exploded inside his head.

Seemed like those books didn’t lie.

"Byul...baby...Han Byul..."

And then, his name kept coming between groaning and growling, and the roller coaster got even faster and faster and everything...everything felt like stopping and rushing at the same time. Like a fever dream, if a fever dream was made of flowers and rainbows. And fireworks. Like those sparks of mana Kar showed him all those years ago.

Like stars.

For a few seconds, Byul felt like he was swimming among the stars.

Turned out, there was another peak above the peaks he had been experiencing.

"Haa...haa..."

When Byul was flying down gradually from his own garden of stars, he could finally hear the heavy breathing of the beast with a chain loose. Only one of many, considering nothing was breaking.

Including Byul himself.

With bated breath, Byul watched in a daze as the blue and ambers above him flickered. The long, dark lashes fluttered, and the beautiful visage was flushed red with both restraint and carnal pleasure.

It was beyond enticing. Byul felt a surge of greed to own that face for himself. He heard Uncle Zein used to wear a mask; he felt like he understood why at that moment.

"...okay?" Kar panted, gripping the sheet hard it ripped already. "You’re okay?"

Byul felt like he had no energy to move, but...

He reached up and stroked his hyung’s flushed cheek. "I...didn’t use it, you know? The safeword..."

"Yeah, but...are you okay?" the esper swallowed hard. "Do you...do you like it? Do you feel good?"

Oh, his sweet hyung. Byul weakly pulled the esper down with the strength he had left, and kissed the man deeply as an answer.

Liked it? Byul didn’t think he would be able to live without it now.

When their lips parted, Kar finally stopped looking so worried. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, looking at Byul with such a gentle gaze that made his next words feel like thunder.

"Then...can we do it again?"

Oh...