Sweet Sugar Candyman

#33

“Ah! Ahhh….”

An unbearable pain shot through me as his dick thrust into my sensitized insides. No, it wasn’t pain, more like a chilling sensation. It was a completely new feeling, slightly off-kilter, making my hair stand on end and leaving me unable to bear it.

My fully dilated and sensitive entrance, struggling to accommodate his large size, made me writhe, trying to escape the strange sensation. Perhaps noticing my flinching attempts to flee, Saheon hyung pressed down on me with his weight and delivered another rough thrust. His large dick, poking and prodding my heated inner walls, was agonizing.

“Tongue, uhng…. Please…ah!”

“If hyung falls asleep…”

“Ah! Ahh, hyung, ahhh!”

“…I said I’d leave you alone.”

“Hah…uh, please, tongue…uhp!”

“I said I wouldn’t.”

Saheon hyung punctuated each word with a ragged breath, making his speech choppy. In every little gap between words, he relentlessly thrust into me. My already sensitized and heated body couldn’t withstand the rough movements.

The act continued before I could even feel the usual exhaustion that follows an orgasm. My mind gradually blanked out, and whimpering cries, almost like pleas, escaped my lips.

“Ah, ahhh… uh… please…. Hyung…. Hyung-ah, uh, ah!”

“Why are you calling me? Are you still sleepy? Do you want to go night-night?”

“Ah! Ahhh!”

His words were childish, the kind you’d use with a little kid, but his actions below the waist were anything but. The dizzying sensation returned before the languid feeling could subside, and I shook my head, pushing against his shoulders.

“No, huh… no…. I won’t sleep, ah! Ahhh!”

The hands pushing against his shoulders were easily subdued. Saheon hyung kissed my fingertips and then pinned them down on the bed. With a violent thud, his dick plunged into me once more. Tears erupted from my eyes – physiological tears brought on by the excessive pleasure.

“Huh! I, I won’t sleep, ahh, I won’t sleep…. Save, ahhh, save me, uhhuh!”

Saheon hyung’s low chuckle echoed in my ears. I trembled all over, twisting my waist. Pinned beneath his body, I felt like a mounted butterfly. A gentle kiss landed on the corner of my eye. I exhaled shakily and closed my eyes.

His lips touched my eyelids, heated by the tears welling up in my eyes. He kissed my nose, the bridge of my nose, my temples, the corners of my mouth. The random kisses filled me with a strange sense of fulfillment.

Perhaps because of my tearful pleas, he paused his thrusting and continued with butterfly kisses. A weighty kiss landed on my lips and then lifted with a soft smack. I slowly opened my eyes. My vision was blurry from the tears clinging to my lashes.

The dick that had filled my insides slowly withdrew. The mere sensation of it pulling out made my sensitized core tremble. My lower body felt like a tattered rag. The slickness of his semen and lotion between my thighs burned.

Saheon hyung’s hand touched my lower abdomen, closer to my groin. He stroked the smooth skin once, and my shoulders flinched. He sighed deeply.

“…What should I do?”

I bit my lip hard, a strange sense of shame washing over me. Saheon hyung’s still-erect dick brushed against my thigh, slick with his semen and lotion.

He made no attempt to hide his frustration, his hand resting motionless over my groin. He didn’t do anything, but the fear that he might grab my dick or delve back into the place he’d just been lingered.

Breathing raggedly, my chest heaving, I swallowed hard. My Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“Huh? Cheongmyeong-ah. What should hyung do?”

It was a gentle question, but his voice was rougher than usual. He seemed like a different person. His fingers gently rubbed my hairless groin, the slick, sticky residue smearing as he moved.

“…Hold, …no.”

“What’s no?”

Having half-revealed my true feelings, I quickly shut my mouth. Saheon hyung’s eyes changed. Having known him for so long, I knew that look – the one that meant he wouldn’t stop until he got an answer, no matter the method.

“Ah!”

The hand caressing my groin grasped my half-flaccid dick. The firm grip made me twist my waist. Hot air filled the space between the bedsheet and my back.

“What’s no?”

“Hyung, hyung, sleep, uh ah!”

I quickly brought my hand down. He had started stroking my dick as if masturbating me, making my head spin. I placed my hand over his, attempting to stop him, but it was futile.

“Tongue, ah, hyung, I’m tired, ah!”

Having someone else’s hand roughly rubbing such a sensitive area brought on a pleasure far more intense than anything I could achieve on my own. I could only cry out in a scream-like moan, alternately clutching and pushing at his shoulders, my nails digging in.

“Sleep, ha, don’t, don’t do it… ah! Huh!”

“Tell me quickly.”

“Ahhh, ha, uhng! Ahh!”

Finally, white semen erupted from the tip of my dick, which had seemed incapable of releasing any more. My stomach, already slick with my own fluids, became even messier. A sob-like whimper escaped my lips. My weakened hand left long scratches on his shoulder.

Gasping for breath, tears in my eyes, I glared at him resentfully. My heart pounded so hard that my whole body throbbed. As I gritted my teeth and panted, he offered a soothing, gentle smile.

My spread legs began to ache. Lost in the heady pleasure, I had forgotten I was exposed. I carefully moved my aching legs away from his waist. My knees bent, and a tingling sensation, like an electric current, ran through my thighs.

As I curled up on my side like a shrimp, I heard Saheon hyung chuckle softly. Panting, I glanced at him sideways and mumbled timidly.

“…Don’t laugh.”

He stifled his laughter and lay down beside me, but his face was still full of amusement. I fidgeted, curling my hands into fists. The mattress dipped under the weight of the person beside me, and a ticklish feeling spread through my chest.

Saheon hyung’s hand touched my cheek. His touch felt cool against my burning skin. The oncoming drowsiness and the sense of security tempted me to close my eyes, but then I remembered his words about not leaving me alone if I fell asleep, and my eyes snapped open. He chuckled softly.

“If you’re sleepy, you should sleep.”

I briefly wondered if he was hiding a contradictory intention behind his words, but he simply stroked my eyelids as if urging me to sleep. The reassuring pressure of his large hand felt good.

Having exhausted his mischievous streak, he seemed unlikely to torment me further. I blinked slowly under his languid touch. My eyelashes brushed against his palm.

“…Hold me.”

I mumbled softly. Saheon hyung chuckled and stretched out his arm, pulling me into an embrace. His strong arm wrapped around my back. His scent, now closer, became even more intense. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to touch him.

“What else should I do for you?”

The feeling of skin against skin was strange. We had slept in the same bed like this when we were younger, but back then, his dick hadn’t been inside me.

“Should I give you a kiss too?”

His teasing tone made me roll my eyes upwards to look at him. The desire to receive a kiss clashed with the annoyance at being teased. Desire won.

I gave an almost imperceptible nod. A low, rumbling chuckle followed, and then a series of short, light kisses landed on my forehead, still damp with sweat.

Sleepiness washed over me. His still-erect dick, pressed against me in the embrace, brushed against my inner thigh. Now that a sense of calm had returned and the heated atmosphere had cooled, I hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Hyung’s… it’s hard….”

“Isn’t that better than it being soft?”

“No…”

That wasn’t what I meant…. I mumbled a few times, my mouth opening and closing, then let out a small “kek” as his weight pressed down on me, almost suffocating me.

“If you’re going to sleep, sleep quickly.”

“But… shouldn’t hyung do it once too…?”

“Should I?”

Saheon hyung suddenly interrupted me. I stopped mid-sentence. Alarm bells were flashing in my head, screaming, “This isn’t right!” As I stared blankly at him, he lightly pinched my nose.

“Do you think you can do it one more time?”

The suffocating weight pressing down on me gradually lifted. His erect dick, bobbing slightly, brushed against my sensitive area. I swallowed hard. I could sense the atmosphere shifting, suggesting a repeat of the act I had found so strange.

My groin throbbed, feeling swollen. Right now, I was prioritizing sleep in my drowsy state, but that didn’t mean the discomfort was gone.

When I didn’t answer readily, he chuckled softly and buried his face in my shoulder, his weight still on me. His hot breath tickled my neck. The full weight of a grown man was heavy, but it also brought a sense of security.

“Cheongmyeong-ah.”

He drew out my name, his voice trailing off. He sighed deeply and then groaned, calling my name again.

“Lee Cheongmyeong….”

Saheon hyung tightened his embrace, and I felt like I was being crushed. My heart pounded rapidly. He nibbled on my shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, and then sighed again. His erect dick kept poking my inner thigh, and I knew why.

He muttered something that sounded like a curse, a frustrated grumble. However, his lips were pressed against my skin, muffling the words.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times. His pained groans kept brushing against my ear. I knew how uncomfortable it was to go without release for a long time, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it was okay to continue.

Trapped beneath him, my whole body pinned down by his embrace, I swallowed hard. I stared blankly at the ceiling, then at his reddened ear, and mumbled softly.

“…It’s okay to do it more. If you want to….”

Saheon hyung slowly lifted his head from my shoulder. Instead of eagerly jumping at the offer as I expected, he let out an even bigger sigh than before. “Ah, really….” he muttered irritably. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and squeezed them hard. My cheeks and lips puckered under the pressure.

“Little dumpling. Just go to sleep.”

He firmly cut me off, squeezing my cheeks once more before releasing them. The warmth of his touch faded. I looked at him with disappointed eyes, missing the reassuring pressure and the warmth of his embrace. He sighed, a “tsk” escaping his lips, and pulled the blanket up to cover my face.

Suddenly suffocated, I flailed, pushing the blanket away. As I did, I heard him mutter something as he got out of bed.

“With a kid….”

His mumble was too soft for me to make out the exact words. I watched him leave, the blanket pulled down to just below my eyes. Red, swollen nail marks, clearly mine, stood out on his back.

A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I quickly averted my gaze. He left the room without looking back, his strides long and purposeful. The cold air seeping in through the open door gradually cooled the heated atmosphere. I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom across the hall, indicating he was taking a shower.

Aside from the faint sound of the shower, silence reigned. Burrowed in the soft blanket, I rolled my lips inward and pressed them together. The heightened sensitivity gradually faded, and the lingering sensation in my lower body slowly dissipated.

“…….”

It would have been nice if he had held me a little longer.

I pressed my lips tightly together and looked through the crack of the door where faint light seeped in from outside. Perhaps the warmth from earlier was too comforting. Suddenly, the space beside me where my brother had just been felt so cold.