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There's a saying that goes: innocent people can be the scariest. This is because their naivete may lead them into thinking that any obstacles are nothing in the path of the subjective righteousness they support. Still, Cale doesn't think that saying has anything to do with the current moment. The typically pure-looking Choi Han doesn't seem innocent at all at that moment.
'More like vicious,' his lust-addled mind supplies, feeling Choi Han's tongue teasing the tip of his cock.
Cale's hand grabs into the tuft of black hair between his legs as if conflicted whether to push Choi Han away or pull him impossibly closer.When he first came here, he wouldn't have ever imagined to see the protagonist of this world, eyeing him with lustful, lidded eyes and dark locks all tousled in an alluring way. The swordsman himself laves on the sensitive head briefly before deciding on that moment to take in even more of Cale's hard cock into his wet mouth. Choi Han gives a throaty chuckle at the way Cale's thighs tremble next to him. The combination of the warmth and the vibrations are quite intense—it drives Cale close to his tipping point.
And then two fingers close over the base of his cock.
"Choi Han," he rasps out a silent plea. His chest heaves in overexertion, hair matted with sweat and cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. The flushed tint travels down even to his chest at this point. They've been here for quite a while already. This bastard surely is a closet sadist, he seems to flash Cale that faux bright grin every time he denies Cale another orgasm. Really, he knew that Choi Han can be vicious in the battlefield, but before this mutually beneficial arrangement of theirs began—who would've ever guessed that sadism would extend to nighttime activities?
Choi Han shakes his head, "Not yet, Cale-nim. Didn't you say I should let loose and do whatever I wanted today?"
There's a hint of a smile on his lips. Vicious bastard.
Cale wants to protest—that was something he said this morning when they decided to rest for a while, not something about their current predicaments—but the complaint leaves his mouth the moment he feels a well-slicked finger trace his rim and circle it.
The slide is smooth thanks to the lubrication, though Cale still feels odd at the intrusion that follows soon after. This may not be the first time they engage in sexual activities, but as Kim Rok Soo, he had been a virgin for the longest time—thanks to a combination of the cataclysm and work—that now, even in a new body, things like these feel a little foreign.
It doesn't take long before one finger becomes two, and then three. They reach deep inside his virgin asshole, his inner walls clenching around the digits. The stretch eventually starts to feel pleasant and then just better and better—and it all culminates the moment Choi Han's fingertips graze a bundle of muscles inside.
"Ah—" Choi Han's fingers slide out with a small whimper from Cale, already missing the sensation of having something inside. Choi Han's mouth quirks into an even brighter smile, entirely unsuitable for the situation. Yet, the boyish look it produces arouses Cale impossibly further.
His greedy hole flutters and clench excitedly over nothing as he watches through a cloudy gaze, Choi Han's deft fingers making a quick work out of his pants.
He hisses—a barely inaudible sound when his dick meets the exposed air. Choi Han fists his thick cock with fast strokes, letting precum coat the length of it and lubricating it some more afterwards. His other hand pushes a part of his fringe away as he tries to smile towards the redhead.
"Cale-nim."
Choi Han's two hands soon find their way on Cale's pale thighs, groping the plush flesh absent-mindedly.
"May I?" And well—there's just no way for Cale to say no to that face, is there?
He blinks away the tears of pleasure that unknowingly collect in the corners of his eyes earlier and firmly nods, "Sure. Go for it." His arms entangle themselves behind Choi Han's nape, planting a chaste kiss on his lips as if to reassure.
Even while the tone is calm, the way his back shivers with anticipation and the way his rim winks when Choi Han's fat cockhead kisses his hole is undeniable.
He's unable to help the mumbled afterthought that comes, "...That's cute.."
"Shut up and get to work." Cale grumbles. His dick twitches slightly where it leaks against his flat stomach.
Choi Han has to bite down his lower lip to not let a laughter seep out—sure thing, Cale still makes people pay for their reward as always even if it's sex. Equivalent exchange of some sorts, he thinks, entertained by the idea. Slowly, Choi Han pushes into the tight heat.
Even throughout the experience, Cale is relatively quiet. He lets out a pleased gasp once the tip of Choi Han's dick breaches his hole, though there isn't many other noises that follow. He tries to pull Choi Han closer, even closer than they already are—but skin to skin as they are, there isn't any more space to close.
Curious and partially mischievous, Choi Han thrusts in the rest of his length in one go.
"Choi Ha–aah!" Cale's hole throbs painfully good. Being filled to brim is an experience he hasn't ever had before, and yet the pleasure is so intense he's shaking—so intense he might not be able to turn back.
He purses his lips together, trying to stay true to his usual self even as the pleasure assaults him whole, before asking, "Ahh, wait—how are you always, haaah, so big?"
"...Are you trying to tease me, Cale-nim?"
"What? No, that's not—wait, wait, Choi Han, fuck," he pants. The swordsman has opted to move his hips with renewed vigor, interrupting his liege's words effectively with obscene grinding and hard and slow rolls against his ass. Cale's insides around him feels insanely hot, tightening whenever he grinds his cock just right.
One thrust and another, again and again, a particular one finally hits a certain bundle of nerves without mercy. A sweet cry slips out of the young noble's lips, head thrown back in the sensation. Choi Han's punctuated thrusts increase their own speed and by now, he's fastidiously slamming into his liege's prostate with strength Cale would say is worthy of a protagonist. Cale's weeping cock bounces and slaps against his abdomen everytime Choi Han's hips drive particularly hard.
The both of them hit their respective peaks soon after, the delicious friction between Choi Han's fat cock and Cale's sensitive insides tipping over their point. Cale's insides spasm and tighten as he orgasms, an intense one he has been denied for a short while now, Choi Han following soon after and painting his greedy hole white. Only the rise and fall of their chests can be heard for a while—until Choi Han pulls out and a trail of cum oozes out of Cale's rim, hole still trying to tighten over nothing.
The redhead breathes out heavily, "Choi Han."
"Yes, Cale-nim."
"Take full responsibility."
"Uh—sorry?"
He ignores Choi Han's dumbfounded response. This is bad. At this rate, Cale will actually be a whore addicted to his huge dick.