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Let Me Feel You, Hae-Jin
🕑 Added 2025-06-22 12:00:11 +0000 UTCThat night, the rain fell softly, dancing on the wooden roof of the house at the edge of the village. The sound of raindrops tapping against the wooden window created a soothing rhythm. The scent of damp earth mingled with the aroma of aged wood emanating from the floor and walls, creating an indescribable warmth. In the silence of the night, there was only one small room illuminated by the dim glow of an oil lamp. There, Yoon Seok and Hae Jin were together—alone, in an intimacy only they understood.
Yoon Seok sat on Hae Jin’s lap, facing him, his body leaning gently against his lover’s chest. His legs wrapped around Hae Jin’s hips, framing the man who now held him tightly. Yoon Seok’s large stomach protruded between them, nearly touching Hae Jin’s chest. His pregnancy was already in its ninth month. The skin of his belly looked taut and slightly flushed, but beneath its smooth surface grew a tiny life—the fruit of their deep and hard-fought love.
Yoon Seok’s breathing was heavy and slow. His usually strong body trembled faintly. Not from the cold, but from the strange sensation spreading from within him. There was a faint pulse in the lower part of his body, a mix of pain and tension, yet also a warmth that made his chest quiver.
“I want… to feel you tonight,” Yoon Seok whispered, his voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the symphony of rain outside. His breath brushed lightly between words, stirring the warm air trapped in their small room. He lowered his head, gazing at his own belly with tenderness. His palm stroked the rounded surface slowly, feeling the subtle movements of the little life nestled inside. His fingers moved with a gentleness as if greeting the child. “It feels like… our baby wants to touch you. So do I…”
Hae Jin remained silent, letting the words seep into his heart like the faint light slipping through the window cracks. His eyes studied Yoon Seok’s face with deep tenderness, as if memorizing every weary yet longing contour. He raised a hand, touching Yoon Seok’s cheek with his warm palm, wiping away the sweat beginning to trickle from his lover’s temple.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice quiet but clear, laced with worry and deep affection. “You’ve been tired today.”
Yoon Seok shook his head slightly, his smile weak but sincere, his lips trembling slightly as he spoke. “I’m not tired… I just… need to be close to you. More than usual.”
Their eyes met in silence. A wordless conversation flowed between them—an understanding that needed no explanation. Hae Jin gave a small nod, shifting slightly to make more room and better support Yoon Seok’s position, his hands steadying his lover’s waist. His touch remained there, protective, reassuring.
Yoon Seok began to move. His motions were slow, deliberate. He lifted his hips little by little, the muscles in his thighs tensing under the weight of his body and growing belly. His breathing quickened, but he remained calm. His hands moved behind him, carefully exploring his own body with cautious touches. He made way for his lover—an act so intimate, not just physically, but spiritually.
His body stiffened momentarily as he began to lower himself, inch by inch. Every movement was made with full concentration, his breath held, his brow furrowing faintly against the wave of sensation coursing through his nerves. His body temperature rose—warm, sweating, but not from the air. The sensation spreading through him wasn’t just physical; it was an emotional experience: a meeting of tenderness and courage.
Yoon Seok bit his lower lip hard. His eyes shut tightly, his lashes fluttering faintly as his breathing turned into short, barely audible gasps. His jaw tensed, and the muscles in his thighs strained visibly to maintain balance. He gripped Hae Jin’s shoulders, his fingers digging in, seeking an anchor amid the turmoil sweeping through him.
Then it came—the first deep pressure, sharp yet not painful. As if his body was opening slowly, welcoming a presence both familiar and overwhelming. There was pain beneath the warmth, as though his body was being tested. But he didn’t resist. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his lips parting, letting out a long, slow exhale.
“A-Ahh…” he murmured, the sound escaping his lips a mix of surprise and released tension. His body trembled, his back arched, and along the line of his spine, sweat began to trickle. Drop by drop, trailing down his pale skin, glistening under the dim glow of the oil lamp.
Yoon Seok leaned forward a little more, his large, rounded belly pressing gently against Hae Jin’s chest, nestled between them. The warmth of skin against skin made Hae Jin’s heart beat faster—and he knew Yoon Seok could feel it too. Their pulses merged, as if the baby inside could also hear it, present in this silence heavy with meaning.
“This…” Yoon Seok’s voice faltered, his breath hitching. His neck flushed, his shoulders trembling faintly. “This… is so big… I need time…”
His head bowed. For a moment, he stayed still, calming himself from the shock flooding his mind. He didn’t rush. He knew his body needed patience—not just because of the pregnancy, but because this intimacy held a depth unlike anything before.
Hae Jin responded by holding him tighter, his hand soothingly tracing Yoon Seok’s spine. “Take your time, Seok-ah… I’m here. Feel me as you need to… But don’t push yourself.”
Yoon Seok gave a small nod in his embrace. Though his body still trembled, there was a quiet light in his eyes. His gaze drifted from Hae Jin’s lips to his gentle eyes. The rain still fell outside, its rhythm blending with their heartbeats and breaths. The world felt small, reduced to just the two of them opening up and accepting one another, with all their fragility and strength.
He took one deep breath, then slowly, very slowly, lowered himself another inch, letting them merge completely. He could feel it—Hae Jin’s warmth so deep inside him, merging with the tiny life stirring in his womb.
Every slight movement made him gasp. His body gradually adjusted to the pressure. No longer just pain—now, relief began to spread. A warmth like water enveloping him from within, a fullness he’d never imagined before.
“I can feel it now… not just in my body. But here,” he whispered, pressing Hae Jin’s hand against his belly. “You’re with me. Inside me. All three of us… in one breath.”
Yoon Seok lowered his head, his shoulders trembling faintly. His body felt full—complete in a way he’d never known. His eyes opened slowly, gazing at Hae Jin with wet yet loving eyes. He shook his head slightly, his breath hitching, then smiled weakly through the sweat on his face.
“Now… I can feel it. The warmth. The closeness.” His voice trembled. “As if… I’m not alone carrying this child… you’re here too, with me. From the inside.”
Hae Jin’s eyes reddened at the words. He stroked Yoon Seok’s belly, now pressed between them, his fingers tracing the taut skin with awe and deep love. “I am here. For you… and for our child.”
“You’re amazing,” Hae Jin murmured, kissing Yoon Seok’s sweat-dampened forehead. “We’ll do this together.”
Yoon Seok nodded, though his body still trembled lightly, like a leaf touched by the night wind. His hands gripped Hae Jin’s shoulders briefly before moving behind himself, seeking balance amid his unsteady breaths. With great care, he lowered himself again, little by little, letting their bodies merge fully.
When they finally became one, Yoon Seok went still. Only a long, shuddering exhale escaped his lips, so deep and trembling. He bit his lower lip, then bowed his head, resting his forehead against Hae Jin’s shoulder. His eyes closed, and his body seemed to pause—accepting, absorbing, merging.
Outside, the rain that had been a drizzle now poured heavily, drumming against the wooden roof in a rapid rhythm, like a symphony from the heavens accompanying their sacred moment. Each drop seemed to wrap the small house in nature’s embrace, shutting out the outside world, as if to say: tonight belongs only to them.
In that narrow, warm room, their breaths intertwined, no longer distinguishable as his or his. Their heartbeats synchronized into one deep, gentle rhythm. Yoon Seok’s body began to move, slowly and deliberately, following a tempo only he knew. Not rushed, not seeking an end—just moving for love, to feel Hae Jin completely.
Every motion was accompanied by restrained gasps, small sounds from his throat signaling both struggle and pleasure. His large belly swayed gently with his movements, adding pressure to his back and tailbone. Yet Yoon Seok didn’t stop. He continued, his breath rising and falling, his body trembling, but his gaze remained on Hae Jin. Because he wanted to feel him. Because he wanted to prove he was strong. That he could endure, even in this fragile state.
Hae Jin could only watch him with admiration. His left hand supported Yoon Seok’s waist, while his right caressed the belly shifting gently between them. The faint movements from within made his palm warm—as if the little one inside was also moving, also feeling.
“Our baby…” Yoon Seok whispered between ragged breaths. A smile appeared amid his sweat and the small tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. “He can feel you. As if he knows… who’s touching me this deeply.”
He let out a small laugh between gasps, a sound like a wound slowly healing.
Hae Jin looked at the belly, then brought his lips close. He kissed its surface gently. “He’s strong, like his father.”
Yoon Seok’s body moved again, steadier this time. He leaned back slightly, his hands bracing against the cool bed behind him. Sweat beaded on his forehead, neck, and chest. Their perspiration mingled, dripping from body to body, mixing with their warm, heavy breaths. The rain outside became a kind of lullaby—rhythmic, natural, sacred.
Their movements were no longer just bodies meeting. Every touch, every shift, was a memory. A reaffirmation that they had been through so much—secrecy, doubt, fear of a world that might not accept them. But in this moment, all of that vanished. There were no lies, no masks. Only the love they felt for each other, pure and whole.
Hae Jin’s hand rose to Yoon Seok’s face, wiping away tears he hadn’t realized had fallen. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, barely audible.
Yoon Seok turned his head, his eyes hazy yet bright. He nodded slowly, then bowed his head, pressing his forehead to Hae Jin’s. Their breaths mingled so closely, and there, at their nearest point, Yoon Seok whispered, “I can feel you completely now. I’m not alone…”
Hae Jin stroked his lover’s hair, kissing the top of his head.
“I love you,” he murmured, his voice shaking with the emotion swelling in his chest.
Yoon Seok didn’t answer with words, only with slow, continuing movements. Only with ragged breaths and the sound of their bodies touching. His head rested gradually on Hae Jin’s shoulder. His body relaxed, no longer tense as before. His breathing slowed, easing into calm.
Outside, the rain still fell. Heavy, yet beautiful.
And inside that small room, warmth filled every corner. The old wooden walls, the creaking floor, the scent of damp earth seeping through the window cracks—all bore witness to the love of two people who had chosen each other. They were no longer two separate beings. Their embrace made them one; their bodies knew no boundaries.
Yoon Seok rested his head on Hae Jin’s shoulder, his body slowly relaxing completely. His breath was calm now, lighter. “Thank you… for staying with me,” he murmured, almost like a whisper before sleep.
Hae Jin only held him tighter, letting Yoon Seok lean fully against him. “And I’ll always be here,” he answered with conviction. “For you. For us. And for our child.”
Amid the pouring rain, in that small room at the edge of the village, two hearts found each other. Not just as lovers, but as soon-to-be parents. They had walked a long and difficult path. But that night, in the silence filled with love and sweat, they knew—they had arrived. And there, in their embrace and synchronized heartbeats, they were ready to welcome new life.
Together.
Comments
Calvin Lee
Thanks🥰
Calvin Lee
Hmmm, that's interesting><
Jinxalways
Love to see him starts giving birth
Yami Lynn
CUTE 😭🥺
