Trying to figure out what Zhenya meant, Taekjoo listened silently, but suddenly frowned as heavy pressure started weighing down his thigh. Zhenya had climbed back up onto Taekjoo’s body after fondling his genitals. Taekjoo’s legs, pinned beneath Zhenya, were completely immobilized.
Zhenya’s gaze was fixed on Taekjoo’s back. The line from broad shoulders to narrow waist was clean and straight. Whenever Taekjoo moved even slightly, the muscles on his sweat-dampened back flexed dynamically. His hips, jutting just below his narrow waist, boasted smooth curves like a ripe fruit. Zhenya’s eyes darkened as they quietly took in all of this.
Zhenya lowered his upper body and pressed his lips against the back of Taekjoo’s neck. This time, it was a soft touch. The scent of Taekjoo’s body filled Zhenya’s senses. Unable to contain his growing hunger, Zhenya bit down hard on the nape. Taekjoo grimaced and twisted his neck away. Zhenya let out a deep chuckle and whispered into Taekjoo’s ear.
“You’re no beauty, however I look at you, but I’ll let you in on the secret and tell you the weakness of Koschey the Immortal.”
Taekjoo wondered if he was still dreaming. It was a fair question, since Zhenya’s stories had no clear theme, yet flowed seamlessly like disconnected dreams woven into a single sequence.
But Taekjoo’s senses were all so sharp that he couldn’t have mistaken them. Zhenya’s voice did not waver or falter but came through clearly. This isn’t a dream, Taekjoo was sure. Yet, Zhenya kept speaking in riddles that made no sense.
“There’s a castle on a vast, uninhabited land. No boat or vehicle, big or small, can reach it. You cannot get there on foot either. You can’t reach it unless you turn into a fish, insect, or flying beast. And in that castle, there’s a huge, ancient tree as old as Koschey himself. South of the tree lies a large jewelry box, filled with smaller boxes. Among them is one box no one ever thinks to look for. It’s neither too full nor too empty compared to the other boxes. Koschey’s heart might be in that box, or it might not. But if you find it, Koschey’s life will be in your hands. You might even become Koschey yourself.”
Zhenya lowered his body further, pressing his thick chest against Taekjoo’s shoulder blades. Their sweat-drenched bodies clung together, sticky and hot. Taekjoo jerked his shoulders in annoyance.
“You’ve had enough. Get off me.”
He sounded like he was growling, but Zhenya just chuckled and ignored him.
He slid his hand beneath Taekjoo’s stomach and wrapped it around Taekjoo’s shaft. Slowly, Zhenya drew back the foreskin, exposing the head. He gently traced the slit on its tip with his finger, and Taekjoo’s back arched. Taekjoo’s mouth, which had been shouting moments before, suddenly snapped shut.
The shaft in Zhenya’s grip twitched with a mix of anticipation and fear. Zhenya caressed it tenderly, lowering his lips onto Taekjoo’s shoulder blades. His kisses traced down the length of Taekjoo’s spine, and when they reached the curve near the base, Taekjoo’s body went rigid. Zhenya lightly sucked on the tight, firm flesh of Taekjoo’s ass once, then let go.
“Let me live up to expectations back here.”
Then, Taekjoo’s ass was spread apart. The hole was stained with cum. As it was fully exposed, it had nowhere to hide. It flinched at being so exposed. The semen, brimming and overflowing inside, was pushed toward the opening, nearly filling the tight folds. Even the slightest movement made some of it trickle down the perineum. Overwhelmed by the intense sensation, Taekjoo buried his face deep in the pillow.
Zhenya took another drag from his handmade cigar and slipped a finger inside Taekjoo’s hole. Thick, sticky cum oozed out around the finger. Zhenya slid his fingertip upward, scraping along the inner walls. The semen coating the insides was pushed out repeatedly. Taekjoo’s groin quickly turned slick.
After thoroughly probing the hole to his satisfaction, Zhenya suddenly lifted Taekjoo’s face up. His long fingers pried open Taekjoo’s mouth and pressed down on his tongue. He put the cigar he’d been smoking into Taekjoo’s mouth. Unable to suck or spit it out, Taekjoo suddenly groaned deeply, his fists clenched tight. Curses slipped out between his clenched teeth.
“Ugh—shi, bal,” Taekjoo spat.
Zhenya had spread Taekjoo’s ass wide and started licking between the cheeks with slow, heavy strokes. His tongue brushed over the softened hole again and again. The strange stimulation heightened Taekjoo’s senses so much that he felt like he could feel every single bump of Zhenya’s tongue. Its pointy tip carefully traced every fold at the opening. Each time Zhenya’s firm tongue pressed down and slid in shallowly, Taekjoo’s back writhed violently. The cigar Taekjoo was barely holding had already slipped from his mouth.
Overwhelmed by the ticklish yet terrible pleasure, Taekjoo’s body jerked uncontrollably. His legs, pinned beneath Zhenya, kept kicking at the rumpled sheets.
Zhenya gripped Taekjoo’s sides as if he meant to crush them, holding his struggling body firmly in place. Moaning softly from the rising pleasure deep inside, Taekjoo subtly pressed his lower belly against the bed and started grinding against it, quickly hardening his cock.
Taekjoo could feel himself losing his mind, as if his entire brain was being torn apart and shaken empty. The humiliation of having his body invaded in a place even he had never touched before overwhelmed him. The blood surging inside him boiled furiously, thick and hot like cum. Trying to hold back an escaping moan, he bit down on the pillowcase, drooling onto it.
His sensitivity seemed to sharpen with time instead of dulling. When Zhenya sucked the thin skin around the hole with a loud, wet sound, the grinding against the bed grew even more intense. Taekjoo squirmed under the double stimulation, suddenly wrapping his arms around his head and clenching his jaw. A moment later, his spine snapped straight, and his thighs tensed and bulged.
“...!”
Zhenya’s head shot up. Without a word, he stared at his hand. Something had dripped on it—smeared between his fingers was cum. Surprised, he looked back and forth between his wet hand and Taekjoo, who was panting. Then his lips twisted into a smirk.
“Did you really cum just from having your hole sucked?”