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Cloudless Sky Chapter 106
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 11:44:24 +0000 UTCChapter 106
"I don't think we can do much. But since we have a little time..."
Soram sat on the bed first. His gaze, inviting Tae-un to come closer, turned towards him.
After watching him for a moment, Tae-un approached the bed. Soram tried to wrap his arms around Tae-un's neck and press his body against him, but his jumper collar was grabbed first. Ah, let's take off the clothes first. Following Tae-un's hand, he obediently slipped his shoulders out of the outer garment.
And then his arm, which still had a slight sting, was grabbed.
"It's almost completely healed already."
"Yeah. It'll disappear in a few days."
The wound on his arm had faded enough for Tae-un to let go of his worries and release his hand. The recovery speed seemed suspiciously fast even to himself, but for now, he had avoided Han Tae-un's nagging, so that was enough. Soram leaned towards him again.
"Let's do it now."
"No."
"Huh?"
Tae-un lay down on his back with a thud.
"What are you trying to do with an injured person? You said you have to leave soon. You should rest too."
"No, there's no need to leave too early. I can take the early morning train."
Tae-un lowered his gaze to Soram and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
"But it seems you were thinking of staying with me until today passed."
"...Well."
It's a bit heartless to leave when someone is holding onto you because it's their birthday... If it were someone else, he would have smoothed it over with a smile and left, but he couldn't do that with Han Tae-un. He liked Soram, and the pain he would receive would be just as great.
...But since when did I start worrying and fretting over that big, blunt guy? To say 'I'm afraid he'll get hurt!' the person lying next to him had no delicate―Soram shuddered a bit at the thought of using this word to describe Tae-un―side to him anywhere.
Maybe he had received too much stress in Busan and developed homesickness. It was definitely a symptom where everything he had left behind in his hometown, Seoul, seemed distant and beautiful.
Soram's waist was pulled back while he was confused. His body fell onto the soft bed.
"I'm satisfied now that I've seen your face. You must be tired, so just sleep. You said you fall asleep as soon as your head touches anywhere. I'll wake you up in time for the first train."
"..."
He was tired from many things and it was true that he loved to sleep, but right now, he had no intention of doing so. When he sat up again, Tae-un had really closed his eyes.
It was the first time he had seen his face up close in a long time. The face he scanned with his gaze had prominent masculine features. The brow bone and jawline were protruding, and the bridge of his nose was long and straight.
And then, seeing the pitch-black fashion sense below his face, a lament of 'What a waste of a face, you bastard' naturally came out. Soram raised his gaze again and stared intently at everything from his forehead to his jawline, which was exposed as he lay down.
"..."
Tae-un couldn't endure the gaze pouring down on him for long. His eyelids lifted, and his eyes asked why he was looking at him like that with a disgruntled light. Soram rested his chin on the bed.
"Are you really not going to do it? You're going to sleep with sexy Soram in front of you?"
The people at the Busan Branch shuddered at this tone, but Tae-un was the most trained immune person.
"You're all disheveled right now."
"My insides are clean."
"..."
But Soram, who always flew, was always above Tae-un. Although Tae-un might be better at logical arguments, he was no match for him when it came to insisting.
Soram continued to stare blankly at him, who had turned his head with a grimacing expression.
The 3rd Great Rift would probably occur by the first half of next year at the latest. It might not even last until the end of this year if it happened quickly. Abnormal phenomena were gradually increasing, and it had already been two months since September when Soram first recognized the signs.
It was too late to argue that it was too fast, as he had already spent 8 years lying down. The time he had wasted even after knowing that the Great Rift would come after the regression was undeniably long.
And it was only a few months ago that his thoughts of avoiding and hiding from the disaster had changed. Soram continued to slowly engrave the appearance of the man right in front of him.
He had even resigned himself to the thought that he might never see him again, but to think they would meet before the 3rd Great Rift occurred.
Perhaps it was fortunate that they met like this. Soram's fingertips touched Tae-un's straight forehead. And slowly descended along his brow bone. Soram smiled bitterly in the gap where Tae-un's vision was obscured by his palm.
Then, before he could notice anything, Soram straddled him, spreading his legs over the black pants.
As he put his weight on him, their crotches tightly interlocked.
"Ah..."
Soram moved his hips, slowly rubbing their genitals together. The pressed pants bulged.
"Happy birthday, Han Tae-un. Hoo, the present is me. I wonder if this won't do."
"Ugh, Jin Soram..."
"I really... want to do it."
Soram, who had been squirming on top of Tae-un, swiftly took off his top over his head. From inside the dusty clothes, a white body appeared, just as he had claimed a moment ago. Although it hadn't been exposed to much sunlight as it was trapped inside a suit, it wasn't a body that was only smooth due to the various curves and traces of scars.
"Mmm..."
The sexual desire that had been stimulated after a long time quickly ignited. The grace period he had intended to stay in Seoul until the CSAT ended early with Ayoung's acceptance, and Soram also had to leave for Busan without any time to prepare.
This might really be the last time.
Thinking that this might be a farewell he couldn't say before, his body heated up a little faster.
"I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I want to do it even if it's alone. Ugh, mmm..."
Soram unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand inside the loose waist, grasping his penis that had warmed up the underwear. His breath quickly became faster, and his heart, which had been pounding even before he straddled him, helped with that.
Han Tae-un still likes him.
He could feel it through his gaze and reflexive actions, even without words. Just like right now, even though he was displeased, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face.
Two fingers entered his mouth. Soram, who had sucked and moistened his fingers, brought his hand between his legs and inside his underwear.
"Mmm, ugh..."
Soon, the thick flesh below his eyelids trembled. His expression crumpled as if in pain, but a thin moan escaped from his mouth. Tae-un's Adam's apple moved. Even if it was a hidden place inside his clothes, it was impossible not to know what he was doing.
"Jin Soram, stop it."
"I don't want to..."
"...We don't have a condom right now. We can't do it."
"Ha, wow, you're really a stickler for the rules... I can feel that you're fucking hard, hoo, and in the midst of this, you're saying we can't do it without a condom. Ugh."
Soram's breathing gradually became shorter. His voice also became a little more moist.
"Just do it, ah, I'm saying it's okay, I'm fine with it."
Soram pulled out his hand and took off the rest of his bothersome clothes. And he stubbornly pulled down Tae-un's sweatpants as well. Tae-un, who was lying underneath, had his jaw tightly clenched. Even though his mind was thinking that he should stop him, his hands wouldn't move.
Soram, who had been pushing through what he wanted, suddenly tilted his head with a slightly disgusted expression.
"...Why does it seem to have gotten bigger than the last time we did it?"
"You're the one who pulled down someone else's pants, what... What are you doing!"
Soram's lips, and almost simultaneously, the tip of his tongue touched the head of Tae-un's penis. The very next moment, his shoulders were urgently pushed back. Soram furrowed his eyebrows.
"I'm trying to make you want to do it since you said you don't want to."
"It's not that I don't like it, but why are you doing that...!"
Soram ignored those words and tried to lower his head and open his mouth again. That attempt was thwarted as his forehead was blocked by a palm. When Soram also tried to push his head forward, not wanting to lose, it became a somewhat ridiculous sight.
"Han Tae-un, let go, let go of this."
"I told you not to do it."
They were each other's first in everything. They knew it was a very unromantic and absurd situation, but on the other hand, they were also people who had no knack for smoothly getting over this situation.
Tae-un, who had been pushing away the head that was charging towards his crotch like a bull in front of a red cloth, finally spoke in a resigned voice.
"Okay! Do it. But don't... do it with your mouth. You don't have to do that."
"..."
Soram raised his head again with a face that said he should have done this from the beginning. In the end, there was hardly anything that didn't go according to Soram's insistence when he stubbornly pushed through. Tae-un washed his face and tapped the spot next to him.
"Lie on your stomach. You always complain about pain with any position other than doggy style for the first insertion."
Soram lay on the bed with his stomach down. As his buttocks were exposed above the pants hanging on his hips, the remaining hesitation began to be crushed by desire.
"No. I want to do it while looking at you after all."
He flipped his body over again. Tae-un tried to say, "It will hurt," but the answer that it was okay had already appeared on the other person's face before that.
"Hurry up and do it. A lot of time has already passed. We need to do it three times to be satisfied. I think my back will loosen up quickly too."
Watching him speak quickly without any shame, Tae-un thought,
'Why is he in a hurry again?'
Soram, who had been called the sloth of the headquarters, should have been the farthest from being in a hurry. But from the time they first started having a relationship, he had vaguely seen impatience in him. Covering it with a smiling face, Soram grabs Tae-un's hand and shakes his pupils anxiously. Then, when they kiss, he calms down his raised tension a bit and starts to immerse himself in sex.
Today, the impatience was even thicker. One thing was clear: there was something more than sexual desire that was causing it. Something that made Jin Soram be chased.
What the hell was that? What was he doing alone, including today's events? At times like this, Soram felt like a room with dozens of doors. Even when he was conceited enough to think they had become close, what he knew was only one or two things. It wasn't that Soram was rejecting Tae-un, but that he wasn't revealing it to anyone.
When Tae-un pushed his legs, Soram obediently spread them apart. He lifted his thighs upward to make him open his knees wider. Soram let out an uncomfortable moan and arched his back, raising his buttocks.
He had no pubic hair, and there wasn't a single downy hair in the perineum and the crevice between his buttocks. Even if there had been, it probably wouldn't have made much difference, but anyway, from the beginning, there was never a moment of aversion to the genitals of the same sex. The crack in the middle of his buttocks showed a gap of half a fingernail and then narrowed, twitching.
"Don't look at it like that."
"How can I loosen it without looking?"
"Ugh, can't you just, put it in?"
"Not even the tip would go in."
Insertion like this was absolutely impossible. At least in this aspect, Tae-un knew better than Soram himself. As he pulled the grabbed waist closer, the tip of Tae-un's nose, who had lowered his head, touched Soram's perineum.
"Hey!"
Soram tried to push his head away, just as Tae-un had done earlier. However, it was impossible to do that while lying down and reaching his hand between his legs. He barely managed to grasp the short hair.
"...Ugh, you, who couldn't even, put your mouth on it..."
Tae-un opened his jaw and covered the area between his legs as if biting into an apple. His teeth sank into the tender skin, and his tongue touched that spot.
Comments
Jesse Gibson
He’s seriously so smooth
