44: Deep Connection

CW: This chapter contains sex, 18+ readers only please.

Stephen slid down between Inho's bent knees, lifting his hips slightly with a firm push on his thighs, baring him. Inho’s mind quickly became a messy cloud of half-formed thoughts and desires: Please touch me– I need – I want you – Ah! Stephen’s mouth and fingers were caressing him, overwhelming him, invading him.

“Wait–” he managed to bite off the rest of the request. Even he didn’t know what words would have followed; he was a bundle of raw nerves and anticipation.

Stephen paused at his outburst, but when Inho didn’t elaborate, he went back to what he was doing. He certainly seemed well versed in this. Inho was infinitely more doubtful than his response about being topped had implied. But, he craved to fulfill whatever Stephen wanted from him, and despite his fears, this was absolutely not unpleasant. He trusted Stephen, and now that they were a couple, he felt safe in this small bubble of intimacy. When Stephen quietly instructed him to relax, he did his best to surrender further to his probing fingers and warm tongue.

Some minutes passed like this, where Inho writhed, caught between the shock and the blistering wave of hot sensation when Stephen found and toyed with that particular point inside. His hands were white-knuckled where he clutched the pillow overhead and the sheets beside him. Stephen placed a line of soft kisses on the tender skin where his thigh joined his groin, and it made him twinge and jump even more.

Stephen gave a low mocking laugh at his bucking hips, before placing wet kisses on his cock, adding to the already too-intense experience. Inho’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he shut them.

“S-slow down!” he managed to choke out.

“Don’t wanna,” Stephen returned. “This is fun. Did you know you turn all pink when you’re turned on? Down here, too. Pink.” He ran a long lick up Inho’s shaft. “It’s so pretty.”

Despite himself, Inho’s face flushed in embarrassment at the observation. He’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable in his whole life, but...he definitely didn’t hate it. The animal lust in Stephen’s eyes and voice made him feel sexy and wanted, made him feel worthy. He arched his back, pressing himself against Stephen’s mouth.

With a final kiss, Stephen lifted up onto his knees and towered over Inho, who forced himself to relinquish his death grip on the linens. He lay panting in the break, his stiffness dripping salty drops onto his belly. His eyes drifted inevitably to Stephen’s arousal, flinching away and then back.

“It’ll fit?” he blurted, hating the apprehension in his own voice.

Stephen laughed again as he rolled on a condom and lubed himself up with slow languorous strokes that Inho’s eyes couldn’t help but follow. “I’ll take that as a compliment!” Stephen teased, “But, yes it will.”

He dropped a palm onto the sheets and lowered to kiss Inho. It was vicious and deep at first, as if he wanted to consume Inho whole. But then, he tapered to tender, delicate touches, his lips soft and relaxed, caressing Inho’s mouth like it was cotton candy – beautiful and fragile, but too sweet to resist destroying.

“Are you scared?” he breathed the words against Inho’s mouth, and Inho shook his head, no. It was a lie. He was scared, but not of penetration. He’d learned a while ago that he quite liked the pairing of pain and pleasure, but he was scared of what this meant. He was scared of his own doubts concerning his masculinity, his sexuality, and the irrevocability of it all.

“Don’t worry, lovely,” Stephen said as if he could read Inho’s tumultuous thoughts. Inho looked deep into Stephen’s eyes, and if not an answer to his doubts, he found the affection, care, and desire there that he needed. With another passionate kiss, Stephen vanquished the ghosts of worry fighting in Inho’s mind, “I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay,” he said in a hoarse voice that would have broken had he been required to say anything else.

With a smile, a kiss, and a deep sigh of satisfaction, Stephen pushed slowly into him. Inho’s body was immediately overcome by pressure and the feel of muscles stretching past where they should. He was rocked by it, but his only clear thoughts were that he wanted to continue.

Stephen slowly dragged back and slid in again, bending briefly to kiss the tears that leaked out of Inho’s squeezed eyes. Inho covered his face with his arm as he gasped. He couldn’t find room to breathe; his heart was pounding in his ears. The simultaneous bliss and consensual bodily violation were nearly more than he could bear.

“Please,” he choked out, begging, “please.”

He didn’t know what he was begging for though, and Stephen didn’t stop, pausing only to readjust his hands on the underside of Inho’s thighs, pressing his legs towards his chest. Inho desperately pulled him close with a hand on the back of his neck. Brushing off Stephen’s grip on his legs, he pressed his heels hard into the muscles of Stephen’s flanks, urging him on.

Their chests were connected, skin on skin, slick with sweat now. Overstimulated, Inho bit his passion into Stephen’s shoulder – not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make Stephen intake his breath sharply, before increasing the speed of his hips. Stephen was hitting that spot inside again, and Inho felt a hot pressure building in his pelvis and spine. He’d played with toys, but the heat and awareness of flesh being in that space, expanding him, was something utterly new.

A guttural moan escaped from Stephen’s throat, and Inho heard himself reply something. Was that English or Korean? The inane thought was fleeting. Stephen took the opportunity to trap his wrist in his hand and, then fumbling further along, covered Inho’s palm with his own, fingers intertwining. He pressed their joined hands hard into the bed. It twisted Inho's shoulder painfully, but he didn’t pull away. The pain added to the delightful cocktail of endorphins flooding him. With needy hands, he reached up to pull Stephen in once more and claim his mouth in a dizzying kiss. Connected by lips and skin, with Stephen inside him, the last vestiges of his perpetual loneliness and shame evaporated.

This felt so right. He’d offered Stephen his heart and his body, and his trust had not been misplaced. He felt a rising euphoria.

“Stephen, I’m close,” he whimpered, hoping that it was in English this time.

“Me too, Inho,” Stephen’s hand left his, and gripped Inho’s cock like he owned it. The touch sent Inho over the edge. Legs straining and toes curling, he cried out as he came in hot spurts across his own chest.

Stephen’s brows drew up, and he gasped Inho’s name as he joined him in climax, spilling and pulsing deep inside. Inho tried hopelessly to watch his face as he came, but his own shuddering pleasure was too much, and he shut his eyes to let it wash over him.