Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 68

Following his gesture, their awkwardly rubbing penises aligned. Slowly, with a soft murmur, Sejin bit and swallowed Cheon Sejoo’s lips, kissing him as he moved his hips.

“Haa, ah…”

He couldn’t control his body with the pleasure he felt from both above and below. It was different from masturbation. Touching Cheon Sejoo was intensely stimulating for him. Finally, unable to bear it, Sejin pulled his lips away and groaned with his forehead resting on Cheon Sejoo’s shoulder. Hot breath spread around his nape. Sejin turned his head, his eyes unfocused. He breathed heavily, then suddenly darted towards a small mark he saw.

“Ugh…”

Sejin bit Cheon Sejoo’s nape with his teeth. At the strangely unfamiliar, aching pain, Cheon Sejoo lifted his hips and embraced Sejin.

Sejin’s shoulders were broad and lean, and his comparatively slender waist had a certain allure that stimulated lust. Cheon Sejoo, lifting his weakly dangling hands, stroked Sejin’s lower back.

“Ah…!”

Kwon Sejin collapsed helplessly at that touch. But even as he staggered, he couldn’t abandon his obsession and sucked at Cheon Sejoo’s nape. It was a place he had wanted to kiss for a very long time. A brief kiss was not enough. Smack, smack, the sound of skin being sucked and released echoed several times.

“Sejin-ah.”

He wanted to cum quickly, but Sejin was completely out of it, so Cheon Sejoo cupped his cheeks with both hands and called Sejin’s name.

Beneath his hazy gaze, Sejin’s lips, glistening with his own saliva, were swollen as if he had been sucking on a dick. Even though they hadn’t touched his groin, it looked exactly like someone who had just given oral sex. Feeling a dull ache below, Cheon Sejoo pulled himself up on the bed, leaned his back against the headboard, and slowly extended his arm.

“Touch it.”

“…Okay.”

Cheon Sejoo, who had pulled Sejin’s hand onto his own dick, shook his head to push away the throbbing headache. It felt like the whole world was upside down. It felt like the earth and sky had actually flipped, or simply that he had lost his mind.

In that disoriented state, Cheon Sejoo licked his lips and clasped Sejin’s hand. He curled Sejin’s hand around his dick, as if to masturbate, and then thrust his hips into it.

Thwack, thwack, his powerfully thrusting dick scraped the soft inner palm of Sejin’s hand. Perhaps because his hands were so large, it felt no different from being inserted into a contoured inner wall.

“More, haa, hold on tight.”

His slightly reddened cheeks were beautifully flushed. Sejin’s blushing face was so alluring and beautiful he wanted to lick it immediately. Beneath his softly lowered eyelashes, Sejin’s hand, gripping his dick, was visible. Long, slender hands, hands that sometimes tied the loose cord of his bathrobe, hands that wiped away water droplets clinging to his hair, hands that awkwardly stroked his pink dick.

At that moment, an overwhelming sensation of impending orgasm surged through Cheon Sejoo, and he ground his teeth, turning his gaze to Sejin’s face. His eyes, consumed by intense lust, stared at Sejin as if to devour him.

Fuck, Cheon Sejoo swallowed the curse, slowly blinking his eyes. A shiver ran through his body at the sudden realization that Sejin was a virgin. The fact that he was the only one in the world to witness that alluring face gave Cheon Sejoo an ecstatic thrill.

“Ugh…”

Finally, Cheon Sejoo’s semen soaked Sejin’s long fingers. Seeing the milky fluid covering his reddish chest and his almost pure white pink nipples, Cheon Sejoo felt an indescribable thirst. This wasn’t enough. Just a little more…

Shaking off the feeling of weakness that enveloped his entire body, Cheon Sejoo sat up and pushed Sejin’s shoulder, laying him down on the bed. Sejin, who was charmingly gasping for breath without having done anything, looked at Cheon Sejoo climbing on top of him with trembling eyes. It was the moment Cheon Sejoo fixed his gaze on him and wrapped his hand around Sejin’s dick.

“Hmph…”

Sejin clenched his eyes shut and ejaculated. Because he had been holding his dick upwards, the cum, which had been endured and then finally shot out, splattered onto Cheon Sejoo’s face.

“……”

Gasp, at Sejin’s choked breath, Cheon Sejoo chuckled in bewilderment and wiped the cum from around his eyes. Swish, as he wiped it with the back of his hand, he felt the sticky liquid smear thinly across his face.

What was more surprising than Sejin cumming on his face was the fact that Sejin had ejaculated the moment he touched him. Cheon Sejoo chuckled, licking his lips, then looked down at Sejin and ran a hand through his hair. The hair covering his forehead lifted and then fell again, and he mumbled in a troubled voice,

“This is making me feel guilty…”

It felt like deflowering an innocent child. Cheon Sejoo frowned and chuckled.

Sejin, as if not understanding his words, tilted his head blankly. A red, wet tongue was visible inside his widely parted lips. Each time he gasped, his small mouth slightly closed and then opened again. Cheon Sejoo gazed greedily at Sejin, who was still lingering in the afterglow of his orgasm, then knelt before him. He felt as though he needed to do something more, even though it had only been handplay.

However, before he could even bring the unbelievably large head of Sejin’s dick to his lips, Sejin’s hand blocked his head. Sejin’s shaking gaze, hidden between his palm resting on his forehead, was visible. Cheon Sejoo endured the dizziness and grabbed his wrist.

“I’ll suck you.”

But with a more precise expression of his intent, Sejin also expressed a more precise refusal.

“…No.”

Sejin, speaking firmly, reached out and pushed Cheon Sejoo back up. Cheon Sejoo, who didn’t have the energy to argue with him, silently did as Sejin told him. He lay back with his head on the pillow and stared up at Sejin, noticing a slight sulkiness on his hardened face.

…Was I too skilled? He felt a little sorry for Sejin, but strangely, the sulking Sejin felt even more lovable.

Cheon Sejoo, amidst his dizziness, reached out and cupped Sejin’s cheek. He pulled the face of the child, who was floundering, unsure what to do next, closer and pressed his lips against Sejin’s plump ones. Their touching breaths were sweet. His empty insides felt tightly filled. Cheon Sejoo didn’t even realize the siren that had been ringing in his head had disappeared as he thought.

It was as if he had finally obtained what he craved, feeling ecstatic. As Cheon Sejoo kissed Sejin, he realized what he had truly desired.

Cheon Sejoo wanted Sejin to rely on him deeply, he wanted him to look solely at him, and he wanted to become an irreplaceable presence in Sejin’s life. He wanted to be Kwon Sejin’s everything.

Was that possible? Would you really not run away?

Cheon Sejoo slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sejin’s face, who was passionately kissing him. He took in Sejin’s fluttering eyelids, his flushed eyes, his drooping eyebrows. He never wanted to forget Sejin’s lovely appearance, which might be his last.

“Haa…”

As Cheon Sejoo slowly pulled his head back, Sejin moved his wet lips, gasping for breath. His hazy eyes were deeply unfocused. His face looked as if he might fall asleep if his back were patted. But it couldn’t end like this. Cheon Sejoo gently caressed Sejin’s cheek and reached out to take the gel from the nightstand drawer.

Only after the hand caressing his cheek left did Sejin notice its presence. As he watched Sejin, who stared blankly at the gel with an open mouth, Cheon Sejoo thought it would take half a day at this rate and reached out first.

“Do you know how to do it?”

“…Yes.”

At the quiet question, Sejin shyly nodded. Sejin, who had been gazing at Cheon Sejoo’s nape, avoiding his eyes, finally looked up at Cheon Sejoo when he opened the gel cap. His transparent, glass-like eyes seemed wet from rain. As if his clear, moist eyes were clouded with dampness, Sejin’s pure eyes were visibly blurring. Cheon Sejoo felt an ache in his chest and pulled Sejin’s arm with the hand not holding the tube.

“Spread your fingers.”

“……”

His hand was very long and beautiful. Cheon Sejoo squeezed a generous amount of gel onto Sejin’s clasped fingers and then put the tube down beside him. He thoroughly applied gel to Sejin’s index finger and then sat with his legs spread wide. His firm muscles relaxed, revealing beautiful lines, and his pink genitals and opening were immediately exposed. It was a position he had never taken before, but the expression on Sejin’s face, shy yet unable to tear his eyes away, made the humiliation worthwhile. Cheon Sejoo smiled faintly and gripped Sejin’s slender wrist, bringing it to his perineum.

“Do it.”

“……”

Sejin merely licked his lips in silence. He looked tense, one side of his forehead slightly damp. Realizing he was sweating cold, Cheon Sejoo chuckled in bewilderment and grabbed Sejin’s hand again. Holding his outstretched index finger, he pushed it into his own opening.

The area, which had never been invaded by another, reluctantly accepted the intruder’s presence. He could vividly imagine the skin being stretched tightly and the finger entering inside.

“Ugh…”

Unlike Cheon Sejoo, who frowned at the unfamiliar sensation for the first time, Sejin bit his lip and let out a moan. Wasn’t this my own hole? Cheon Sejoo thought nonsensical thoughts and pushed Sejin’s finger all the way in.

The feeling of something inside his body was very strange. With a slight grimace spreading across his mouth from the unpleasant sensation radiating from below, he gently caressed Sejin’s jaw.

“You need to stretch it. Don’t just sit there…”

At the coaxing words, Sejin looked to Cheon Sejoo for approval and moved his fingertips. Ah, Cheon Sejoo groaned softly and gripped the comforter. The gentle scraping of his inner wall was providing him with an unprecedented sensation. As if the realm of pleasure was expanding, Cheon Sejoo belatedly felt tension and relaxed his legs. His dick, half-limp, hung between his wider-spread legs. Beneath it, his smooth perineum, and the opening gripping Sejin’s finger.

“It’s warm…”

Sejin, who had been gazing at the obscene scene as if enchanted, mumbled. At his sudden remark, Cheon Sejoo simply frowned and chuckled. Sejin listened intently to his laughter and rotated his wrist. Cheon Sejoo’s insides were very warm, even hot. The sticky flesh seemed very soft, but when he pressed his fingers, he could feel the stretched skin forming a firm, contoured wall.

Sejin, engrossed in exploring Cheon Sejoo’s body, suddenly realized he needed to prepare the bottom. This wasn’t for wearing gloves, he wasn’t just putting his fingers in.

“…Are you okay?”

Sejin swallowed dryly, pushing his middle finger further inside, and asked Cheon Sejoo. He lay helplessly on the stacked pillows. Seeing him with his eyes closed, lips parted, and a face seemingly lost in strange pleasure, Sejin somehow felt an urge to make him feel good quickly.

Seeing him nod languidly, Sejin moved his fingertips. He struggled to find the location of the prostate, which was said to reduce the burden on the receiving party by providing pleasure when stimulated.

“Mmm…”

But he couldn’t find it easily. Even when his skin stuck to his fingers, and the melted gel profusely soaked the area around the opening, Sejin still couldn’t tell if he was doing it right. Impatient, Sejin pushed one more finger in. Three fingers, excluding his thumb and pinky, stretched Cheon Sejoo’s opening taut.

“Ah…”

He let out a shallow moan and ran a hand through his hair. Cheon Sejoo’s face was faintly flushed. His cold eyes were weakly drooped, and because his skin was pale, his eyes and lips appeared redder than usual.

His heart pounded painfully. He couldn’t believe that the man who was always indifferent, who sometimes seemed detached from the world, was connected to him and letting out hot breaths. Sejin swallowed and leaned his head towards him. He kissed Cheon Sejoo’s slightly parted lips deeply, and like masturbating, he curved his fingers and gently scraped his inner wall.

“Ugh…”

Cheon Sejoo’s perfect face was gradually disheveling. Seeing him frown and lick his lips, Sejin licked his own lips too. He couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t even inserted yet, and he felt like he would cum just from Cheon Sejoo’s fingers touching him. Looking at Sejin like that, Cheon Sejoo let out a short sigh and reached out his hand.

“Are we going to insert it when we’re old?”

With words that immediately irritated Sejin, Cheon Sejoo pushed his own index finger into his backdoor. The finger, entering the tight opening along with Sejin’s three fingers, immediately found the spot Sejin had only tantalizingly brushed.

Haah, with a moan he couldn’t suppress, Cheon Sejoo arched his toes. The pleasure that pierced his entire body with a tingling sensation was like a lightning bolt. In search of the pleasure that had flashed through his entire body, he relentlessly pushed his finger and Sejin’s finger, which was clinging tightly to his, sideways. He finally brought Sejin’s fingertip to his own sensitive spot.

“There… ah, ugh.”

“Here…?”

Before he could even speak, Sejin’s fingertip pressed against the inner wall. Cheon Sejoo, moaning with his neck bent back, gasped with narrowed eyes. It was a level of pleasure far beyond what he usually felt. Only then did Cheon Sejoo understand why so many people beneath him had gasped without being able to breathe properly.

Every time Sejin gently caressed that spot, he simply couldn’t control his body.

“Ah, hmph, ah…!”

A cry he had never uttered before escaped his lips. At that moan, Sejin felt his penis swell hotly, like a volcano erupting. Looking down in surprise, he saw viscous liquid dripping out. It wasn’t ejaculation, but Sejin’s pink glans was soaked with pre-cum, as if it had been rained on.

“Now, haa, I think it’s enough…”

While Kwon Sejin was flustered, Cheon Sejoo pulled out the finger he had inserted into his hole. He brought his hand, slick with gel and mucus, to his dangling penis and rubbed the glans. Even with that small contact, his dick quickly became erect.

The pleasure was at its peak as Sejin worked his rear while touching his penis. His mind felt like mush. No thoughts came to him. Unaware of the faint smile playing on his lips, Cheon Sejoo looked up at Sejin’s pretty face, tinged with red.

“Fuck me… quickly.”

Gulp, Sejin swallowed, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair at Cheon Sejoo’s words. His pale, round forehead was revealed, and then his hair fell back down, tickling his eyebrows, but Sejin didn’t notice as he pulled his hand out of Cheon Sejoo’s interior.

The hole, which had accepted another for the first time, welcomed the enemy’s retreat. It briefly revealed its reddish inner wall, then gaped and shrank. Sejin, flustered, frantically sat up and brought his own dick to it.

“Ah…”

Cheon Sejoo frowned. Sejin’s dick, which had just barely managed to get its head in before the opening closed, was quite large. It was different from the fingers that had gradually stretched him. The glans, pushed in at once, felt like it was tearing the contracting muscles as it forced its way in.

“Ugh…”

Cheon Sejoo, his neck flushed red, gripped the bedsheet with both hands. He tried to maintain a nonchalant expression because Sejin was observing his state, but he was startled by the pain beyond imagination. His pale fingertips gripped the comforter fiercely. Yet, the vivid sensation from below did not fade.

“Ah…!”

Sejin’s penis, half-inserted, was too much. And it hurt. It hurt so much. Does it hurt this much? Is something wrong? Cheon Sejoo thought such thoughts while moaning. It had been a long time since he felt pain. Even when a knife cut his thigh or pierced his palm, it didn’t bother him… It had just been a sting, but this was a pain that couldn’t be dismissed as such.

“J-just, cough, a moment…”

Finally, he grabbed Sejin’s arm, signaling him to stop. Sejin, who hadn’t registered any sound and was only staring at their point of connection, finally raised his dazed face to check Cheon Sejoo’s condition. Then, his long eyebrows curved in despair.

“Does it hurt…?”

Kwon Sejin looked so heartbroken that Cheon Sejoo momentarily forgot that he was the one being penetrated and almost asked him if he was in pain. Sejin’s expression was so pitiable, as if he would stop the insertion immediately if Cheon Sejoo said it hurt.

“No, just…”

Cheon Sejoo bit his lip and mumbled awkwardly. But in the end, unable to stop Sejin, he reached out and cupped his cheeks. He pressed his lips against Sejin’s soft ones and whispered,

“Kiss me…”

At that whisper, Sejin’s eyes widened, then slowly unfocused as he kissed him. The moment their tongues intertwined, Cheon Sejoo lifted his legs and wrapped them around Sejin’s waist. Thud, the dick plunged in without resistance, tearing through the convulsing inner wall as it pushed inside. Cheon Sejoo almost bit his tongue, but he forced himself to endure and sucked Sejin’s tongue.

“Mmm… ugh…”

Sejin’s moans tickled his ears. He instinctively moved his hips, and Cheon Sejoo was seized by the sensation of falling into endless darkness. It hurt and it was terrifying. As much as it hurt, he found himself clinging to Sejin. This feeling was new. Whenever he had sex, he had always been the one to comfort and soothe someone, never the one to be comforted…

Each time Sejin kissed him and let out short, breathless sighs during their kisses, Cheon Sejoo felt as if he was being comforted. A warmth welled up deep in his chest, and fulfillment permeated his entire body. It was an emotion beyond words. Something moving, or beyond that, was approaching.

Cheon Sejoo realized at that moment that it was irreversible. From now on, in the future, he would not be able to bear a single moment without Kwon Sejin. At that moment, a dizzying despair clouded his vision, but that was also when a lightning-like surge of pleasure arrived.

Cheon Sejoo, unable to grasp the fading remnants of his thoughts, embraced Sejin tightly.

“Ah, ugh, haa…!”

Each time Sejin splashed and thrust below, he felt as if he was being dragged into a mire. As their bodies pressed seamlessly together, like one, a chilling sensation arose, as if formless fingers were groping his inner crevices.

While his toes trembled, the faint lingering smell of cum and Sejin’s scent mingled in the air and burrowed deep into his body. Cheon Sejoo couldn’t distinguish the complex, intertwined sensations and simply clung to Sejin. At that desperate embrace, Sejin’s eyes reddened.

“Cheon Sejoo…”

I like you so much, with a shy confession and swaying movements, sparks flew before his eyes. Each time Sejin’s dick brushed against a certain spot on his inner wall, his breath hitched. The awkwardly thrusting dick caused inseparable pain and pleasure.

Seeing Cheon Sejoo, who couldn’t make a sound with his mouth open, Sejin reached out and pulled him into his embrace. How comfortable that embrace was. Cheon Sejoo buried his face in Sejin’s nape, unaware that his eyes were damp. The sweet scent from Sejin’s skin faintly eased the pain in his perineum.

“If it hurts, haa, bite…”

And Sejin, as he had seen one night, offered his neck to Cheon Sejoo. His face flushed red, he felt Cheon Sejoo’s teeth sinking into his nape and was swept away by ecstatic shivers. He had never been so happy by the presence of the man clinging to him. Emotions pushed to their limit swelled like waves, dampening Sejin’s eyes.

“I like you. I really like you…”

Transparent tears streamed down Sejin’s cheeks.

It was a night where the laws of the world seemed to crumble.