DASH-Chapter 6Vol 2. : Side Story -

Instead, Jaekyung thoroughly took advantage of the chance to touch Jiheon’s chest as much as he pleased. He had always liked Jiheon’s chest to begin with. Every time he touched it, he'd say it was amazing how firm it still was despite Jiheon not having worked out in a while, and he’d feel proud like it was his own accomplishment. But now—whether it was due to the pregnancy or something else—it had grown enough to fill even a quarter of his hand, and Jaekyung lost all self-control. One hand stroked Jiheon’s belly while the other clutched his chest, refusing to let go. At that point, the massage was just an excuse—it had already turned into foreplay.

Of course, Jiheon had no intention of pointing that out. The moment he noticed Jaekyung getting hard not long after the massage began, he had already predicted this would be the direction things were headed. So when Jaekyung’s hand slid inside his shorts and went for his cock instead of his thigh, Jiheon didn’t stop him—instead, he exhaled softly and said:

"Jaekyung, I’ll take my pants off, so... give me a second."

Jaekyung, clearly in a hurry, yanked both his shorts and underwear down the moment Jiheon lifted his hips.

"You know, I remember being surprised the first time I slept over at your place and saw you °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° wearing just shorts to bed."

Jaekyung said it like the thought had just occurred to him while peeling off Jiheon’s pants completely.

"Why?"

"I just assumed you’d always wear proper pajamas to sleep."

"What, like plaid pajamas or something?"

"No plaids allowed. Stripes only. Or plain solid colors."

When Jiheon burst out laughing, asking what kind of logic that was, Jaekyung tossed the clothes under the bed and added:

"But I did think it was very you to have an eyebrow razor."

"What kind of image do you even have of me in your head?"

"There’s a version of you that only exists in my mind."

Jaekyung pulled Jiheon into his arms from behind and whispered against his nape.

"But the you in front of me right now—I like him so much more."

With that tender kiss, Jaekyung’s hand slipped between Jiheon’s thighs. Warm with oil and cream, his palm now only caressed the inner thighs, purposefully avoiding Jiheon’s cock. And yet, the long-awaited skinship had already left Jiheon half-hard—his penis quickly grew stiff, precum already leaking from the tip.

And if the front reacted that strongly, there was no way the back remained unaffected. The towel Jaekyung had laid down in advance to avoid getting oil everywhere soaked first from the slick fluid seeping out of Jiheon’s hole. As Jaekyung’s hand continued stroking the inside of Jiheon’s thighs, his legs spread wider, knees bending upward. Jaekyung finally seemed to notice.

Thankfully, he didn’t make some teasing remark like, “Didn’t you say we weren’t going to do anything?” Instead, as if this had been the plan all along, his hand slipped further in, lazily stroking Jiheon’s perineum.

Just tracing that spot with the tips of his fingers, taut and swollen from arousal, was enough to make Jiheon feel like he might come. As Jiheon instinctively reached down to grab his cock, Jaekyung stopped him. With nowhere else to put his hands, Jiheon gripped Jaekyung’s thighs and groaned non-stop. Every time Jaekyung’s large hand massaged or pressed on his perineum, Jiheon shuddered and panted in his arms.

Little by little, his body slid downward, and soon Jiheon’s head was resting against Jaekyung’s chest. With his body half-laying down, his wet ass was fully exposed to the air. And finally, Jaekyung’s hand reached the place already soaked through.

"Hyung, when did you sneak oil on here without telling me?"

Jaekyung joked as he rubbed at the entrance, already so wet that it didn’t seem like he'd even touched it yet. Jiheon thought he’d gotten used to Jaekyung’s teasing by now, but today it hit especially hard. The implication that he was this aroused—despite being in this kind of condition—felt embarrassingly revealing.

His legs instinctively drew together in shame, but Jaekyung stopped him. Holding Jiheon’s thighs apart, he pushed in two fingers at once before Jiheon could close them again. There was hardly any discomfort or tightness; the area was already so loosened up. All Jiheon felt was the slick, melting sensation of his inner walls clinging wetly to Jaekyung’s fingers. Jaekyung must’ve sensed it too, because the third finger slipped in immediately after.

"You okay?"

Only after inserting all three fingers did Jaekyung ask.

"Yeah..."

The moment Jiheon answered, Jaekyung shoved all three fingers in deep. Jiheon let out a silent moan, rubbing the back of his head against Jaekyung’s firm abs. As the foreign intrusion grew larger, the movement inside became more intense. Trying to peel away the sticky mucosa, Jaekyung’s fingers stirred more aggressively.

"Uh, ngh... hh, mm..."

Jiheon gripped Jaekyung’s thighs tightly, arching his back. The thick fingers stretching him wide sent jolts through his body, making all his hairs stand on end. Every time it happened, arousal pooled inside him and spilled down Jaekyung’s fingers in messy streaks. Overwhelmed by how much fluid his body was producing, Jiheon muttered to himself in embarrassment.

"God, why am I... leaking this much..."

Though he was smiling, his voice trembled like he might cry at any second. Jaekyung must’ve realized Jiheon was mortified about how he looked, because this time he didn’t tease. Instead, he spoke gently, voice kind:

"They say that happens when you’re pregnant. It’s totally normal—don’t worry about it."

Right, Jiheon had heard that before. Hormones made you produce more fluids, and the entrance became softer too. He knew that in theory. But actually feeling it in this kind of situation only made him want to hide in shame.

"And hey, what’s the big deal? It’s way better than it being too dry and hurting you."

Jaekyung said as he bent down to kiss Jiheon’s cheek. That sweet, comforting kiss melted Jiheon’s heart. He held Jaekyung’s face in both hands and this time, Jiheon kissed him first. Their tongues tangled; Jiheon sucked on his lips, bit his jaw, expressing all his desire without holding back.

The more heated the kiss became, the sharper the sensation of being fingered inside grew. The gaps between moans spilled through their lips shortened. Jiheon hurriedly grabbed his own cock with one hand. With the other, he held Jaekyung’s face, keeping their lips pressed together as he stroked himself. He’d been so painfully hard for a while now that just a few pumps made him release thick semen.

"Haah... haah..."

Finally, Jiheon broke the kiss, panting. A long sigh escaped as the exhaustion of climax washed over him. But before he could bask in it, Jaekyung brought their lips together again, kissing him tenderly while pulling Jiheon’s softened, languid body into a lying position on the bed.

"Ah, wait—should you really be lying flat like this?"

Jaekyung, settling between Jiheon’s legs, suddenly remembered.

"It’s fine... For now."

"If you feel uncomfortable, let’s change position."

"No, I like this one."

Jaekyung smiled and said, "Me too," then opened the drawer in the headboard to take out a condom. Pulling down his underwear, the erection that had been straining for ages sprang free. As soon as he rolled the condom onto his cock—so curved it nearly touched his own belly—he gripped it and moved closer to Jiheon. Jiheon let out a shaky breath and spread his legs wider, bending his knees.

Soon, he felt the heat press between his thighs. The anticipation of penetration made his ass tense up. Noticing, Jaekyung slowly rubbed the swollen head of his cock against Jiheon’s slit, sliding down from the entrance to the perineum. The condom, already slick with lube, picked up more of Jiheon’s fluids and gleamed even wetter.

But Jiheon didn’t feel embarrassed anymore. His attention was consumed by the size of the thick shaft rubbing against his entrance. Maybe it just felt that way because it had been so long, but no matter how he looked at it, it seemed even bigger than he remembered.

Will this... really be okay?

The moment Jiheon thought it, Jaekyung—almost as if he’d read his mind—spoke:

"If you’re still worried, we don’t have to. I can just use my hand."

Coming from Kwon Jaekyung, who always used to say if there’s no penetration, it’s just skinship and not sex, this was a big deal. Jiheon must’ve looked seriously spooked.

"Mm... no, go ahead. Put it in."

Jiheon widened his legs further as he spoke. He knew if he delayed it now, the same thing would happen next time. This was just fear of the unknown—he understood that. So better to get through it now. Once he experienced it, he’d realize it wasn’t something to be so afraid of.

"Really okay?"

"Yeah. Try it. No, put it in."

Put it in, please.

Jiheon deliberately said it in a coy tone, grabbing his own flushed buttocks and spreading them sideways. The entrance, sticky and wet with fluids, opened with an obscene sound. Just imagining Jaekyung staring at the bright pink inside made Jiheon’s face flush again—but he didn’t care. If this could reassure Jaekyung, he’d show him anything, no matter how embarrassing.

"God... seriously."

Thankfully, it seemed to work. Jaekyung laughed with an overwhelmed expression, then brought the tip of his cock to Jiheon’s slightly parted entrance.

"If it’s too much, tell me."

With that, Jiheon’s hole stretched tight—and searing heat surged into him all at once.freewebnσvel.cøm