After the concert, which had ended without any serious incident despite the scare, Song Juhan and He Gu thanked Ren Yi before returning to their van.
The car doors shut out all the noise outside. Enclosed within the limited space, they felt a little safer.
“Brother Han, where are we going?” the driver asked.
Song Juhan hadn’t yet decided whether he should visit his parents after daybreak. That would determine whether they stayed in the city or returned to the villa in Xiangshan. He said, “Just drive out of here first.” No matter where they went, right now he simply wanted to get away from this godforsaken place.
He Gu sank into his seat, silently staring out the window without saying a word. Although he was a full six feet tall, at that moment he seemed to be trying desperately to sink into the backrest. His body was slightly hunched, making him look rather frail.
The seven-seater business van had two separate luxury seats in the front row. Song Juhan couldn’t hold him in his arms, so he simply took his hand instead. “He Gu?”
He Gu’s hand was as cold as ice and trembling slightly.
Song Juhan’s heart tightened. “He Gu, come here.”
He Gu turned his face toward him. The cold moonlight seemed to coat his face in a hazy layer of silver frost, leaving his complexion deathly pale and his eyes somewhat dazed.
“Come sit over here.”
“…It’s too cramped.”
“It’s not cramped. This seat is plenty wide.”
He Gu glanced toward the driver and Xiaosong in the front. The two of them tacitly kept their heads facing forward. One concentrated on driving while the other focused on playing with his phone, as though they hadn’t heard a thing.
“Should I come over there myself?” Song Juhan asked, his tone carrying the slightest hint of a threat.
Helpless, He Gu had no choice but to get up and sit on Song Juhan’s lap. Song Juhan adjusted the backrest to an angle of about 120 degrees, wrapped his arms around He Gu, and let him recline against his body. Gently patting his back, he pressed his cheek against He Gu’s and asked quietly, “Baby, were you frightened?”
He Gu gave a soft “Mm.”
Frightened? How could he not have been?
He and Song Juhan might very well have died there that day. And it wouldn’t have been just the two of them. Tens of thousands of fans and staff members, along with the stadium he had poured his heart and soul into building, could all have been cruelly wiped out with the ringing in of the New Year.
Whenever he imagined that possible scene, his heart sank with fear.
Especially since the perpetrator’s ultimate target had been—
Song Juhan.
If they hadn’t defused the bomb, he couldn’t even begin to imagine the consequences.
“I was scared too.” Watching He Gu being taken away by the police, knowing that the fate of everyone might rest in the hands of just a few people, worrying about He Gu while having to pretend nothing was wrong and continue singing—Song Juhan had suffered just as much torment throughout the night.
He gently stroked He Gu’s back, hoping that his body heat and embrace would bring some peace to the person he loved. “But I wasn’t directly involved in solving the case, so I didn’t experience it as firsthand as you did. You’re different. You felt all the urgency, worry, anger, and fear on the front lines. This may be something we never encounter again in our entire lives. Everything you’re feeling right now is normal. You just need to know that it’s all over. We’re both safe now.”
“I know.”
He Gu wrapped his arms around Song Juhan’s neck. He had never liked being physically affectionate in front of other people because it could make both parties uncomfortable. But at this moment, he desperately needed to hold Song Juhan tightly like this, to feel the other man’s body heat, heartbeat, and pulse, and to experience the undeniable fact that he was safe and sound.
Song Juhan said gently, “Why don’t you tell me how my baby helped the police solve the case?”
“Keep your voice down.” He Gu lowered his voice and complained, “I told you not to call me that in front of other people.”
As a man in his thirties, he would feel embarrassed if anyone called him that in public. However, in private, he enjoyed the sweetness of it.
Song Juhan smiled without taking the objection seriously.
He Gu took a deep breath. “The whole process was like something out of a movie. Even now, I still can’t believe it was real.”
“Great. Our company invests in movies every year. Isn’t this a ready-made story?”
Lying in Song Juhan’s arms, He Gu told him how he, Ren Yi, Gong Yingxian, and the others had gradually used the process of elimination to locate the bomb in the enormous stadium and then identify the suspect who had planted it.
The memories were still fresh, as though they were steaming hot. He could even remember the agony of every second during that period of less than an hour. That was why his account was particularly vivid, and Song Juhan found himself growing increasingly tense as he listened.
“I’ve never had to think under that kind of pressure before,” He Gu said with a sigh. “Working on projects is exhausting too, of course, and there’s a lot of pressure. There’s never enough time, either. But never so little that I have less than an hour.”
He paused, then continued, “When they came to find me, my first reaction was resistance. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to help them. I was afraid I couldn’t shoulder such a huge responsibility. So many lives were at stake, including yours… But I also knew I had to do it. Even if I wasn’t the best person for the job, I was the only person available.”
“You were the best person for the job.” Song Juhan kissed his temple. “You’re the chief engineer of Honglin Stadium. You’re intelligent, calm, and decisive. Without you, the consequences today would have been unimaginable. You were incredible. You were amazing. You saved me, and you saved everyone.”
He was immensely proud. Such an outstanding person was the one he loved, the person he had chosen for this lifetime and all the lifetimes to come, his precious He Gu.
He Gu’s eyes reddened slightly. It seemed he was only now beginning to process what had happened. No—perhaps his nerves had been stretched to the extreme, and he was only now emerging from that numbness into awareness.
Only now did he truly realize that he might just have lost Song Juhan. He might have lost the person he loved most in this world.
He clutched Song Juhan’s clothes tightly, his voice trembling. “I… I was really scared. If I had failed…”
Song Juhan lowered his head and took He Gu’s lips in his, kissing and sucking on them with all the tenderness he possessed. He interlaced his fingers with He Gu’s and squeezed gently, allowing He Gu to feel the warmth of his presence through their kiss and the strength of his support through their joined hands.
He rarely saw He Gu this vulnerable. Most of the time, this man was restrained and quiet, accustomed to keeping his feelings buried deep inside. Clearly, this incident had left a profound shadow over He Gu.
Song Juhan’s heart ached terribly.
“It’s all right now. You succeeded. We’re both fine, and everyone else is fine too. Don’t be afraid anymore, sweetheart. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
He Gu gave an embarrassed little cough. “You’ve gotten your lipstick on… on me.”
He reached out to wipe it away, but Song Juhan got there first, running his thumb over He Gu’s lips and leaving a deep purple-red smear at the corner of his mouth.
That seductive color looked like a vampire wielding blood when worn by Song Juhan. But on He Gu’s handsome, dignified face, it was as though alluring crimson had stained pure white. Song Juhan’s gaze darkened involuntarily at the sight.
Song Juhan leaned forward to kiss him again, but He Gu dodged him. Wiping his mouth clean, he tried to get up and return to his own seat. He still couldn’t accept behaving so intimately in front of other people.
Song Juhan, however, held him tightly, leaving him unable to move. Then he told the driver, “Go to Dijin Garden.”
“Juhan, let me get up,” He Gu said quietly.
“No. I want to hold you. Just pretend they don’t exist.”
“Won’t you get tired of having me on top of you? Your legs must be going numb.”
Song Juhan chuckled. “I’m always the one on top of you. Letting you be on top once in a while…”
He Gu covered Song Juhan’s mouth with his hand and glared at him.
The amusement in Song Juhan’s eyes only deepened. His dark, profound gaze was full of teasing affection, and he even stuck out his tongue to lick He Gu’s palm.
He Gu’s hand trembled, but he didn’t dare remove it, afraid Song Juhan might say something even more embarrassing.
Song Juhan pinched He Gu’s waist and pressed his head into the hollow of his shoulder. Then, in a gentle but commanding tone, he said, “Rest for a while.”
He Gu hesitated before finally releasing his hand. Obediently, he lay in Song Juhan’s arms and closed his eyes.
Dijin Garden was the residential complex where the two of them lived on the western Third Ring Road. Song Juhan had specifically bought this 320-square-meter apartment for He Gu’s convenience in getting to work, and the property was registered under He Gu’s name.
He usually didn’t buy properties indiscriminately—not counting investment properties, of course. When it came to a place where he actually intended to live, buying one meant purchasing an entire set of music equipment as well. He also had to consider the space, soundproofing, environment, and countless other factors.
Even the slightest difference could make something produced in one place sound a little different when played somewhere else. Many people might not notice it, but he was a perfectionist when it came to music. He would spend extra time and energy adjusting everything just to eliminate that tiny difference.
However, for the sake of spending more time with He Gu, all those considerations had become unimportant.
By the time they arrived home, it was already past two in the morning. Both of them were utterly exhausted.
After changing into his slippers, He Gu casually asked, “Juhan, are you hungry? Should I cook something for you?”
Instead, Song Juhan suddenly turned him around and pinned him against the wall. One hand protected the back of He Gu’s head while the other seized his wrist, and then he kissed him hard.
The kiss was rough and urgent. He Gu was caught completely off guard and could barely breathe. He made a couple of muffled sounds of protest, but Song Juhan responded by sweeping his tongue through He Gu’s mouth, leaving not a trace of air behind.
He Gu was nearly suffocating by the time Song Juhan finally released him. Both their mouths were a mess, with lipstick smeared beyond the edges of their lips, making He Gu’s face look even fairer.
He Gu said helplessly, “Do you absolutely have to smear your lipstick all over my mouth? How childish.”
“I didn’t realize lipstick would look so good on you.” Song Juhan stroked He Gu’s swollen lips. The cleaner and more dignified someone looked, the more he wanted to mess them up and stain them.
He Gu was afraid he would come up with another one of his strange ideas. “Stop fooling around. Aren’t you tired? Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m not hungry. I’m a little tired. I sweated a lot onstage, so I want to take a bath.”
“Then go remove your makeup first. I’ll run the bath for you.”
Song Juhan nodded but still didn’t let go of He Gu. He asked softly, “Are you feeling better now?”
He Gu smiled. “Much better. It’s just that the whole thing feels so dramatic that my head is still a little muddled. Maybe I’ll feel better after sleeping.”
“Are you not scared anymore?”
Song Juhan stroked He Gu’s thick, dark, curly hair. The strands were soft yet resilient, wrapping luxuriantly around his fingers. They felt wonderful to the touch.
“Right now, I’m home, and you’re beside me. This is the safest place in the world, and this is the safest state I could possibly be in. I’m not afraid anymore.”
Song Juhan kissed him again. “I’ll always be by your side.”
He Gu gazed at Song Juhan with eyes full of love and replied without the slightest doubt, “I know.”
“I love you.”
“I know. I love you too.”
“Let’s bathe together.”
“…I’m tired. Let’s go to bed early.” He Gu pretended not to hear him.
“You just said you loved me.” Song Juhan held him unhappily. “After surviving something like this, don’t we deserve to celebrate?”
Song Juhan didn’t care whether He Gu agreed or not. There was a saying that went something like, Live every day as though it were your last. Today had genuinely come close to being their last day. If the world were about to end, every remaining second Song Juhan had would be spent with He Gu.
He decided to treat tonight as their last night together… ahem, to live as though it were their last night.
And the rest of their lives would be the same.
Song Juhan pinned He Gu against the wall and kissed and rubbed against him for quite some time before He Gu finally managed to chase him off to remove his makeup.
He Gu went to the bathroom in the master bedroom. While filling the bathtub, he splashed cold water over his face several times before finally washing away the remaining lipstick.
But what he couldn’t wash away was Song Juhan’s lingering scent and warmth surrounding his entire body. He Gu’s face felt a little hot.
It wasn’t that he disliked having sex. He simply couldn’t always keep up with Song Juhan’s unrestrained appetite.
Just two nights ago, Song Juhan had used the excuse that he hadn’t performed onstage for a long time and needed some encouragement to keep He Gu occupied for half the night. Before leaving for the venue, he had claimed he was nervous and needed to relax.
He had performed at concerts with audiences of a hundred thousand people. How could a small event like this possibly make him nervous?
Watching Song Juhan shamelessly act spoiled, He Gu had been utterly helpless. But his legs were still weak, and he was genuinely afraid Song Juhan would make him so sore that he couldn’t walk. In the end, he had no choice but to use his mouth to help him finish once.
They had just survived a life-and-death ordeal. They were clearly exhausted in both body and mind and should have been resting properly. No. Today, he absolutely could not let Song Juhan have his way.
He Gu had only just made up his mind when the bathroom door was pushed open.
Song Juhan walked in, droplets of water still clinging to his face. Without his flamboyant, seductive stage makeup, his features remained sharply defined, as though carved with a knife. Whether he had kissed too forcefully or removed his makeup too vigorously, his lips were full and slightly upturned, red and almost dripping with color—a pair of lips that seemed to be asking for a kiss at any moment.
“Why haven’t you taken your clothes off yet?” Song Juhan asked as he began undressing without waiting for an answer.
He Gu’s throat tightened slightly. “I’ve filled the bath for you. You can wash here. I’ll take a quick shower and go to sleep.” As he spoke, he tried to leave.
Song Juhan blocked the doorway, preventing him from leaving. Instead, he advanced step by step, removing his thin sweater and revealing his well-built upper body.
His shoulders were extremely broad, his limbs long and slender, his chest muscles full, and the grooves between his eight abdominal muscles sharply defined. Two deep V-lines slanted neatly into his pants, leaving plenty to the imagination.
“We agreed to bathe together.”
“Who agreed with you?”
“I don’t care. We agreed.”
Song Juhan pulled off his pants and underwear together, leaving himself completely naked.
Without a trace of embarrassment, Song Juhan walked toward He Gu. Although only one-quarter of his ancestry was white, the size of his endowment was enough to astonish anyone of any ethnicity. At that moment, it hung between his impossibly long legs, swinging back and forth with his movements…
He Gu had received more than enough “lessons” from that thing. Even now, he still found it a little difficult to look directly at it. He had just been about to say something when Song Juhan trapped him between his body and the sink. He could feel that prominent bulge pressing against him.
Song Juhan braced both arms against the marble countertop and leaned toward He Gu with a smile. “We’ve been together long enough to be an old married couple. Why are you still so easily embarrassed?”
“What makes you think I’m embarrassed?” He Gu kept his expression perfectly calm.
“Your face, of course. Most of the time, you do look composed. Ordinary people really wouldn’t be able to tell what you’re thinking. But I can.” Song Juhan kissed the tip of He Gu’s nose. “What are you thinking about? The night before last, or yesterday afternoon?”
“…”
Song Juhan made a sound of understanding. “Oh, you’re thinking about right now.”
He pressed forward again, allowing He Gu to clearly feel the changes in his lower body.
“You…”
Song Juhan swept He Gu into his arms and, ignoring his protests, tossed him into the large double whirlpool bathtub.
Surrounded by warm water, He Gu’s clothes were instantly soaked through. He struggled to climb out, but Song Juhan had already stepped into the tub after him. With a mischievous grin, he pulled He Gu into his arms.
“That’s what you get for not taking your clothes off earlier. Who takes a bath fully dressed?”
Song Juhan’s burning chest and powerful embrace stirred something in He Gu as well. He said helplessly, “Let go of me. I’ll take my clothes off.”
“I’ll help you.” Song Juhan cheerfully unbuttoned He Gu’s shirt. “Today, I’m going to bathe you.”
He Gu’s voice was slightly unsteady. “What are you planning to play at now?”
“Play at…” Song Juhan licked He Gu’s ear. His famously sexy voice, said to be capable of making listeners climax just by hearing it, turned hoarse and thick with desire. “Play with you.”
He Gu’s breathing quickened, and his body began to respond in subtle ways.
Song Juhan stripped off He Gu’s wet clothes and tossed them outside the bathtub. He squeezed out some bath foam and spread it over He Gu’s chest. His large hands first kneaded He Gu’s pectoral muscles, then pinched the small nubs on his chest between his fingertips, rubbing them carefully. His tongue also slipped into He Gu’s ear, licking it suggestively.
He Gu leaned against Song Juhan’s chest. It was hard as iron and broad as a wall, while the erection pressing against his tailbone was frighteningly hard. Waves of electricity passed through his chest, and he shifted his body restlessly.
“They all say this is the most useless thing on a man’s body,” Song Juhan muttered. “I disagree.”
“Mm.”
“Turn around. I want to taste it.”
Breathing heavily, He Gu turned around and straddled Song Juhan’s lap. Song Juhan lowered his head and immediately took the erect nub into his mouth, licking and biting it. He even sucked on it like a nursing infant. At the same time, he gathered their shafts together in one hand and stroked them up and down.
He Gu wrapped his arms around Song Juhan’s neck and let out a low, hoarse moan.
Song Juhan’s mouth was busy, but neither of his hands was idle. One continued stroking their erections, while the other scooped up a dollop of creamy lubricant and smeared it directly into the cleft between He Gu’s buttocks.
Song Juhan needed plenty of it. There was probably lubricant hidden in every nook and cranny of their home, ready for him to indulge his desire for He Gu whenever and wherever he pleased.
His fingers entered smoothly. The entrance was soft and warm, and some of the warm bathwater slipped inside as well. He Gu’s body had already grown accustomed to this kind of penetration and instinctively enveloped Song Juhan’s fingers.
“So soft,” Song Juhan said with satisfaction. “All that fucking I did yesterday really paid off. It feels like I could go straight in.”
He Gu tended to become very sparing with words at times like this, but that didn’t stop Song Juhan from teasing him verbally. He Gu kissed Song Juhan’s cheeks and ears haphazardly, using his soft lips to feel the heat of Song Juhan’s skin.
“Baby, I want to go inside.”
He Gu said irritably, “Stop talking nonsense.”
“But I want to watch you take me in yourself.” Song Juhan nuzzled his neck, acting spoiled. The wicked hand had already brought three fingers together and was thrusting them quickly in and out of He Gu’s rear passage. “Do it for me, okay?”
He Gu rarely refused Song Juhan’s requests. Most of the time, he was tolerant, even indulgent. So now he endured his embarrassment, spread his legs, and knelt on either side of Song Juhan. With one hand, he guided Song Juhan’s shaft toward his own entrance.
Although he had already been thoroughly prepared, Song Juhan’s endowment was simply too large. And with the water making everything so slippery, He Gu failed twice, sliding away each time.
Song Juhan’s shaft was swollen and red, its prominent veins standing out fiercely. He was clearly impatient, but watching He Gu struggle with embarrassment and frustration while biting his lip and trying to endure it was, to him, the most beautiful sight in the world.
Unable to resist, he kissed He Gu’s lips and gently pried his mouth open, his tongue sweeping over his lips as he spoke in a voice so tender it could melt anyone. “You’re not allowed to bite yourself.”
With no other choice, He Gu reached behind himself and used his fingers to spread open his entrance, guiding Song Juhan’s shaft inside.
The tip had barely entered when He Gu could already feel the resistance of the inner walls pressing against it from every direction. His movements stalled for a moment, but he still did his best to relax his body, enduring the discomfort as he gradually took in the thickest part. The sense of fullness made him tremble slightly.
Song Juhan’s hand had been gently stroking He Gu, but it suddenly closed around his slim waist. With a single thrust of his hips, he drove himself deep into the narrow passage.
He Gu let out a low cry. His knees weakened, and he collapsed into Song Juhan’s arms.
Song Juhan held He Gu by the waist and thrust forcefully several times, helping the tight passage adjust as quickly as possible. His kisses fell on He Gu’s lips, chin, collarbone, and chest. They were tender and sweet, as though he were carefully cherishing every inch of He Gu’s skin. Yet the movements of his lower body grew increasingly rough, the complete opposite of his gentle kisses.
He Gu’s body was wet, hot, and tight. The inner walls enveloped Song Juhan layer upon layer, rubbing against him in an intimate, lingering way. The pleasure was so intense it seemed to consume him, and Song Juhan could never get enough. He wished he could spend every day doing nothing but fucking this man as hard as he pleased.
He Gu was also trembling repeatedly from the stimulation. His face was flushed, and fine beads of sweat covered his skin. He softly asked Song Juhan to be gentler. His smooth, pale skin made every droplet of water look crystal clear, practically inviting Song Juhan to lick it away.
And that was exactly what Song Juhan did. He licked, sucked, and bit him. He had always liked leaving marks of affection on He Gu’s body as a declaration of ownership.
Beneath the handsome frame that filled out his suits perfectly, He Gu had just the right amount of muscle. Those muscles were full of resilient vitality, twitching and burning beneath Song Juhan’s hands, taking on a pale pink flush under the influence of desire. Every inch radiated a fatal allure.
Song Juhan kept touching and kissing him, looking at the marks he had left on He Gu’s body. It gave his possessiveness tremendous satisfaction.
He Gu’s breathing became increasingly uncontrolled. The burning shaft brushed accurately against his sensitive spot again and again, stirring up endless waves of pleasure. It penetrated so deeply that every thrust seemed to reach his internal organs. His eyes grew moist, and faint red tinges appeared at their corners.
This position had already left He Gu utterly overwhelmed, but Song Juhan found the slippery bathtub too difficult to brace himself against. With a sharp slap, he struck He Gu’s buttocks.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
He Gu was lost in desire. His two long legs obediently wrapped around Song Juhan’s waist. Song Juhan braced one hand against the edge of the bathtub and supported He Gu’s buttocks with the other. To He Gu’s astonishment, he actually stood up.
His shaft was still inside He Gu. When Song Juhan rose, He Gu grabbed his neck in alarm. His body immediately sank, forcing his entrance to take even more of Song Juhan’s enormous endowment, almost as though it would have to swallow the base as well.
He Gu cried out in shock and clung tightly to Song Juhan’s neck.
Song Juhan’s voice grew even hoarser, colored by desire. “You like it when I fuck you standing up, don’t you? Or would you rather I fuck you while walking?”
“N-No. Don’t. It’s too slippery.” Even in the midst of confusion and desire, He Gu, who was extremely cautious by nature, hadn’t forgotten about safety.
Song Juhan thought about it. Water was continuously dripping from both their bodies, and it really was dangerous. While continuing to thrust into He Gu, he backed toward the sink and placed He Gu on the countertop. After adjusting the angle, he began thrusting vigorously again while stroking He Gu’s erection, his thumb repeatedly rubbing the sensitive opening at its tip.
Caught between the two forms of stimulation, He Gu was nearly driven mad. He braced both hands against the countertop, arched backward, and wrapped his legs around Song Juhan’s waist. His entrance was spread wide, inviting that enormous, intimidating shaft to move in and out of him without restraint.
Song Juhan’s forceful thrusts had squeezed the lubricant into fine white foam, which trickled down from where their bodies joined, mingling with the bathwater.
Song Juhan reached out and grabbed a handful of He Gu’s slippery, plump buttocks. As he thrust, he said, “Wifey, it looks like you’re leaking.”
He Gu’s face flushed crimson. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, concentrating on enduring the waves of pleasure washing over him. He had no energy left to respond.
Song Juhan, however, pinched his chin and forced him to turn his head while continuing to thrust. “Look. Look in the mirror.”
He Gu’s water-laden eyelashes trembled. He slowly opened his eyes and saw two naked bodies joined together in the mirror behind him—or perhaps two beasts.
Song Juhan’s thick, ink-black curls hung wet and disheveled around him, revealing an untamed wildness. Every curl looked like part of an entwining web, radiating a fatal sexual allure. Anyone who approached would be captured, cocooned, and completely devoured.
His deep, unfathomable eyes were saturated with intense desire. Whether sweat or water, droplets clung to the bridge of his prominent nose and shook violently with his fierce movements. His crimson lips were slightly parted, and every breath he exhaled carried an unmistakably erotic quality.
Then He Gu saw himself.
He saw his eyes, reddened by desire. He saw his legs wrapped tightly around Song Juhan’s waist. He saw the numerous marks of affection Song Juhan had left on his body. He saw his spine bent in an unnatural curve, all to give Song Juhan a better angle for penetration.
He Gu hurriedly turned his face away. Deep down, he was someone who found it difficult to escape feelings of shame, and Song Juhan always loved taking advantage of that weakness to tease him.
Song Juhan’s hips and waist possessed terrifying strength. He thrust quickly and fiercely, his pelvis pounding against He Gu’s pale buttocks until they turned red. Tears gathered at the corners of He Gu’s eyes, and he instinctively tried to push Song Juhan’s chest away.
Song Juhan caught his hands and licked each of his fingers. Then, deliberately tormenting him, he continued, “You feel so good inside. So wet, so soft, so tight, so hot.” He paired every adjective with a breathless exclamation of pleasure. “And you grip me so well, mm… Your husband wants to be inside you all the time.”
He Gu could no longer stand it. “Shut up!”
Song Juhan bit the tip of He Gu’s finger and gave him a wicked smile. “You don’t like it when I compliment you?”
He Gu’s legs had gone weak from Song Juhan’s relentless thrusting. His erection trembled, and clear fluid seeped from its tip, trickling downward in streams.
Song Juhan knew he was about to come and began thrusting even more fiercely. Every movement was as savage as a beast’s. When He Gu climaxed, his entrance always clenched especially tightly, and the intense pleasure could send a man straight to the peak of ecstasy.
Sure enough, when He Gu climaxed, his entrance suddenly contracted inward, gripping Song Juhan’s shaft tightly. Song Juhan let out a satisfied growl, lifted He Gu into the air again, and thrust upward fiercely, over and over.
“Ahhh—!”
With He Gu’s personality, he would never make such cries unless he had completely lost control. Song Juhan always took pleasure in making him cry out during sex. Now, his eyes were bloodshot with excitement as he thrust deeply and forcefully into the body that drove him wild.
All of He Gu’s semen sprayed across their chests. A few drops even landed on Song Juhan’s lips. He swept them into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, then kissed He Gu fiercely, tangling their tongues together in a hot, wet, erotic kiss.
Song Juhan carried him into the bedroom just beyond the bathroom door and tossed him onto the large bed.
He Gu had just climaxed and was completely limp. His lower body was so sensitive that even the slightest touch was unbearable. While he was still dazed, Song Juhan had already pressed down on him again. Grabbing his slender ankles, he spread He Gu’s legs apart.
He Gu’s entrance, thoroughly soaked and in a complete mess, was exposed without reservation before Song Juhan. It had been stretched so much that it could no longer close, leaving it shamefully open.
He Gu only had to glance at Song Juhan’s still-hard, swollen shaft to begin trembling instinctively. He begged, “Juhan, wait…”
Having just climaxed, he was unbearably sensitive. Even the slightest touch was enough to overwhelm him.
Song Juhan’s eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath He Gu’s waist, then seized his ankles and folded his long legs almost all the way back against his chest. With a fierce thrust, he drove himself in to the hilt.
“Ahhhhhhh—!”
He Gu let out a high-pitched cry, clutching the bedsheets and helplessly tossing his head from side to side. His dormant erection began to rise weakly once more.
Song Juhan panted heavily. “Open your eyes, baby. Open your eyes.”
He Gu opened his wet eyes. From this angle, he could see his own legs spread wide while Song Juhan’s shaft thrust downward into him with brutal force. His narrow entrance was stretched to its limit, greedily swallowing the purplish-red shaft. At the point where their bodies joined, the inner flesh and milky fluids kept rolling and spilling over, driving both of them wild.
From the bathtub to the bed, Song Juhan fucked He Gu until he was nearly unconscious. Only then did he finally reach his first climax, releasing his hot, thick, musky fluids deep inside He Gu’s body.
Song Juhan held He Gu while lying on his side, but he refused to withdraw. He simply enjoyed the comfort of keeping his shaft immersed in the warm, soft passage.
He Gu lay on the bed, breathing heavily without moving. First, he was too exhausted to move. Second, he didn’t dare move. He knew Song Juhan never stopped after just one round unless they were short on time. The more he moved around, the sooner Song Juhan would become aroused again.
Song Juhan wrapped both arms tightly around He Gu and rubbed his cheek against his. He stroked He Gu’s belly as he spoke. “Baby, if today had been the end of the world, we should have kept going until the very moment everything ended, right?”
“…What nonsense are you talking about?”
“We really did go through something like that today. If the bomb had actually exploded, wouldn’t that have been the end of the world for us?”
He Gu couldn’t help snuggling closer into Song Juhan’s arms. “Fortunately, we made it through safely.”
“So, to celebrate surviving this ordeal, how about we do it a few more times tonight?”
Song Juhan’s large hands wandered over He Gu’s body, setting off little sparks of desire wherever they went. He kissed and rubbed against him, as though he couldn’t figure out how to love him enough and wished he could eat him up piece by piece.
“You… You’re always making excuses!” He Gu had to work during the day and couldn’t withstand Song Juhan’s limitless demands. They generally had a rule that they wouldn’t do it more than twice in one night, so Song Juhan frequently resorted to all sorts of tricks, acting spoiled and playing the victim to get his way.
“Come on, baby. I was really scared of losing you today. I was terrified that I might never see you again, terrified that you might be in danger. You were scared, and I was just as scared as you.” Song Juhan held He Gu tightly, wishing he could merge him into his own body. “Tonight, I want to really feel you. Otherwise, I won’t be able to settle down.”
He Gu softened a little. In a small voice, he said, “…Pull out first.”
Song Juhan reluctantly withdrew. Without the shaft blocking the way, the semen released inside He Gu began trickling down the inner walls, leaving their lower bodies wet and messy. A musky, animal scent spread through the air.
He Gu felt his cheeks burning. With some effort, he turned toward Song Juhan and stroked his face. “As long as we’re together, that’s what makes me feel safest.”
Song Juhan responded with a gentle kiss.
He Gu willingly returned this precious kiss between two people who had narrowly escaped death. His heart felt so soft it seemed to melt completely.
But he soon felt Song Juhan’s mischievous hand slipping into his rear passage and stirring around, producing a lewd, wet squelching sound. He grabbed Song Juhan’s muscular, rock-hard forearm, but couldn’t move it in the slightest. Song Juhan blocked his protests with a kiss, and whatever sounds managed to escape were transformed into ambiguous moans.
Song Juhan’s kisses grew deeper and deeper, and his erection was soon ready for action again. Only after kissing He Gu until his brain was deprived of oxygen and he had no strength left to resist did Song Juhan turn him over, lift his buttocks, and thrust inside once more.
He Gu’s cries were shattered by the thrusts. He could only helplessly endure Song Juhan’s invasion. His entire body tingled so intensely that it felt as though his bones had melted away. Every thrust drew an involuntary sound from him. The overwhelming pleasure erupted in his sensitive entrance and spread to every nerve ending, instantly numbing his reason like a drug.
Song Juhan demonstrated through his actions just how much “joy” there was to be found in surviving a disaster. He fucked He Gu for the entire night. Whenever He Gu cried, Song Juhan would soothe him with endless tenderness, shamelessly coaxing and pleading with him, occasionally slowing his pace a little—but he simply refused to stop. Again and again, he carried them both to the summit of desire.
Amid their desperate, entangled lovemaking, with their minds blurred and their consciousness fading, only one thing remained important in the blankness of their minds: the love that was constantly being emphasized, marked, and expressed with wild abandon.