chapter 75
The silence of the secluded hilltop was a memory. Inside the traditional hanok, the air had transformed into a sweltering, oxygen-thin haze that tasted of salt, cedarwood, and the terrifying desperation of two souls finally colliding.
Haru's breath came in jagged, broken gasps as he felt the fourth finger - the one he had instinctively protested against - press firmly into him. Sweat beaded at his temples, dripping down into the roots of his hair, as the intensity of the preparation reached a fever pitch. He was a man who had spent decades in a state of rigid self-control, first as a celebrity in a conservative era, and then as a soul drifting in the void. Now, his walls were being systematically dismantled by a man who moved with a terrifying, insatiable hunger.
He felt the blunt friction against his inner walls as Raiven slid his fingers in and out, widening him with a meticulous patience that felt more like a slow-motion car crash of pleasure. Haru's mind, usually so sharp and analytical, was a fractured mess. Four fingers? He couldn't for the love of him think it was necessary. He couldn't possibly be that big.
A flash of memory from Milan jolted through him. He remembered the weight of him in his hand, the sheer scale of the man when he had briefly considered taking him into his mouth. He let out a sharp, pathetic whimper as the thought sent a shockwave of electricity straight to his body.
"Raiven…" he moaned, the sound raw and unrecognizable.
His legs were bent back toward his stomach, his knees hovering near his chest. Raiven's hands were anchors, one gripping Haru's lower stomach, the other tracing the line of his jaw. Raiven was watching him with a predatory focus, as he watched and memorised every microscopic expression that danced across Haru's flushed face. He looked like he wanted to devour the very essence of the man beneath him. He hit his prostate again as haru let out a low, gravelly moan tore from his throat, echoing off the high ceiling.
Haru's body gave a final, violent quiver as he reached a sudden, unexpected climax from the internal pressure alone. He came with a silent sob, his back arching off the bed as the high hit him like a freight train.
But Raiven was done waiting. The sight of Haru wrecked and trembling underneath him was the final trigger. With a hand that shook slightly with restrained power, Raiven reached for the nightstand, his movements a blur as he donned a condom and slicked himself with lube.
Haru bit his lip until he tasted copper, looking down at the silhouette of the man between his legs. He wanted this. He wanted to feel Jae-wook inside him. He wanted to know what it felt like to be completely claimed by him.
He held his own legs up, a silent, definitive approval.
"Hurry," Haru whispered, the command leaving his throat in a dry rasp.
As soon as the tip breached his entrance, the world tilted. Haru's head fell back, his spine snapping taut as he let go of his knees and clawed at the expensive silk sheets.
"Oh my goodness!" he gasped, his eyes flying open as he felt Raiven begin to sink deeper. It wasn't just fullness; it was an invasion. He felt every inch of him, a slow, relentless occupation of his body that made his vision swim.
Raiven grabbed one of Haru's legs, draping it over his shoulder. He leaned over him, the action causing him to go deeper, capturing Haru's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss before breaking away to murmur against his lips.
"Just relax," Raiven moaned, his voice a low, vibrating growl as he forced another inch of himself inside. "Oh... you're so tight, Haru."
Raiven buried his face in harus chest, his hand tightening its hold on Haru's thigh until his knuckles were white and left a bruise. Haru whimpered, realizing with a jolt of pure, unadulterated shock that Raiven was, in fact, larger than the four fingers.The fullness was overwhelming, a pressure that reached deep into his core.
"Fuck!" Haru cursed, his voice cracking.
How had the night escalated so fast? Only days ago, he had been rehearsing a speech about boundaries and distance. Now, he was sprawled naked and vulnerable, feeling his body being literally torn apart and put back together by the man he was supposed to be pushing away. It was a strange, dizzying paradox: it felt painful, yet it felt like the only thing in the world that felt right.
He grunted as Raiven sought out his nipple, sucking it sharply into his mouth. The sudden, biting distraction was a mercy, drawing his focus away from the searing pressure between his legs.
"Why are you so... fucking big?" Haru panted, his chest heaving as he fought to draw air into his lungs.
Raiven halted his movements immediately, his muscles tensing. "Should I pull out?"
The question was filled with a genuine, heartbreaking concern that cut through the haze of Haru's lust. He was willing to stop - at the height of his own need - if it meant Haru was in pain. The kindness of it was more overwhelming than the physical act.
"No," Haru groaned, his pride and his desire winning the war. He wrapped his leg around Raiven's waist, pulling him back in. "We already started. There's no point in going back now."
Haru shifted his hips, trying to find a rhythm that didn't feel like a total assault on his system. Raiven nodded, his expression dark and determined as he changed his position. He knelt on the bed, hoisting Haru's legs over his shoulders and sliding a pillow underneath the small of Haru's back. The elevation forced Haru's body upward, exposing him completely to the amber light.
Haru swallowed hard, looking up at the man towering over him. In a moment of sheer, post-climax delirium and the pain thrashinghis body, his filter vanished.
"How many people have you slept with?" he blurted out.
He instantly slammed his hand over his mouth, his cheeks flushing a deep, humiliated crimson. "I'm sorry, I just... I didn't mean to make it awkward. You just... you know how to do this too well."
Raiven froze for a second before his head fell back as he let out a genuine, booming laughter In all his encounters, he had never met someone who asked such an awkward question especially in the middle of sex.
"Do you want me to teach you?" Raiven asked suggestively, his eyes locking onto Haru's.
Haru's flush deepened. He looked away, his heart hammering. "What? Would you let me... fuck you?"
A flash of something - mischief, surrender, and heat- passed through Raiven's eyes as he smirked. "I've never let anyone do that. But for you? I guess I could try."
The sheer shamelessness of the statement left Haru's mind boggled, but he didn't have time to process it. Raiven suddenly thrust into him with one clean, powerful movement, plunging himself to the hilt.
"Fuck!" Haru screamed into the quiet room, his head thumping back against the mattress. His hands flew above his head, gripping the pillows with a strength that threatened to tear the fabric. The fullness was overwhelming.
Raiven didn't let him recover.
Raiven leaned down, his lips leaving a trail of fire along Haru's stomach, nipping at the skin of his abs. He loved the way Haru's body reacted -the shudders, the sharp intakes of breath. Raiven had had plenty of sexual encounters, but most were purely functional, born of a need to escape the pressure of his life. This was different. He found himself treating Haru with a gentleness he hadn't felt in years.
He reached down, grabbing Haru's waist with both hands to take full autonomy of the rhythm. He pulled out slowly, agonizingly, until only the tip remained, then thrust back in roughly.
"Fuck!" Haru cursed again, his voice becoming a mantra of surrender.
Raiven's grip on Haru's waist tightened, his fingers digging into the skin. He felt like he was levitating. The way Haru's walls clenched around him with every movement was an intoxicating, biological trap. He pulled out and thrust again, the sounds of their sweaty skin slapping together echoing through the hanok like a rhythmic heartbeat.
Haru's legs loosened around Raiven as he became a puppet to the other man's whims. He loved it. He loved being reduced to nothing but sensation.
Haru's hair was plastered to his forehead and his eyes were rolled back in a dazed stupor.
"Raiven!" he moaned, grabbing a pillow and biting into it to muffle the sounds that were becoming too loud, too erratic.
Raiven watched him from above, memorizing him.He was gorgeous sprawled out, covered in hickeys and sweat, a wreck of a man that Raiven had personally created.
With a final, desperate surge, Raiven thrust as deep as he could go, hit the exact spot that made Haru's entire vision go white.
Haru's body went rigid, a silent, open-mouthed sob of pleasure escaping him as he came again, the fluid staining his own stomach and Raiven's chest.
But Haru wasn't finished.
Driven by a sudden, primal need to reclaim some of his own power, Haru shifted. Raiven looked at him in dazed confusion as Haru used his remaining strength to flip them. Suddenly, Haru was the one straddling him, Raiven's c*ck still buried deep inside him.
Raiven's eyes went wide. His partners were usually spent after the first round, but Haru was looking down at him with a gaze that was both exhausted and predatory.
"My turn," Haru whispered, his voice a low, dangerous frequency.
He leaned down, capturing Raiven's lips in a kiss that tasted of hunger and desperation. He began to move his hips, grinding down onto Raiven with a slow, deliberate focus.
Raiven let out a shattered moan, his hands flying to Haru's waist to guide the movement. He couldn't believe the man's stamina. The sight of Haru above him - the amber light catching the sweat on his muscles and the marks on his neck - was the most intoxicating thing he had ever seen.
Raiven reached up, his hands finding Haru's legs and pulling them tighter against his sides, forcing himself deeper into Haru.
Finally, the pleasure reached a breaking point. Raiven hands on harus waist tightened, his fingers digging in as he thrust upward, driving himself as deeper into him.
Haru's head fell back, a final, high-pitched moan escaping his sore throat as they both climaxed in a unified roar of euphoria. The world seemed to go still. Haru's sweaty, exhausted body collapsed against Raiven's chest, the two of them breathing in sync, their hearts beating a frantic, shared rhythm in the quiet of the new year.