Chapter Three #7
I open my mouth to tell him to give me the tube and I’ll do it myself, thank you very much, I don’t need him staring at my asshole any more than he already has tonight.
But then I think about it for half a second and realize—what does it even matter at this point?
The man was just inside me. His cock was buried in me up to the knot less than thirty minutes ago.
His face has already been closer to my ass tonight than any human being’s has ever been in my entire existence.
A little ointment application is nothing compared to what we just did.
It’s like worrying about someone seeing you in your underwear after they’ve already seen you completely naked.
So I give up. I surrender the last remaining shred of my dignity, lay my head back down on the pillow, and turn just enough to watch over my shoulder as Hyunwoo uncaps the tube of medical-grade healing ointment. My cheeks heat, but I don’t look away.
Hyunwoo holds me open with one hand, his thumb and forefinger spreading my cheek to the side, and tilts his head as he examines my hole up close.
He peers at it with his brow furrowed, pulling gently at the puffy rim, turning his head slightly to get a better angle.
The scrutiny makes my skin crawl but I hold still, watching his expression shift from focused to concerned as he takes in whatever damage he’s seeing.
“How bad is it?” I ask, my voice scratchy. “On a scale of one to ten?”
Hyunwoo’s eyes flick up to mine, then back down.
“You don’t want to know.” He releases my cheek and squeezes a line of ointment onto his fingertips.
“Just take it slow for the next few days. Don’t sit on anything hard.
And I’d strongly advise you not to look at it yourself if you don’t want nightmares. ”
“That’s not comforting,” I groan, turning my face back into the pillow. “That’s the opposite of comforting.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself, then I feel his fingertips touch my hole.
The initial contact stings against the abused skin, a sharp, bright flare that makes me flinch and hiss through my teeth, my hands curling into fists in the sheets.
But the sting fades after a few seconds as the cooling effect of the ointment starts to work, spreading a numbing chill across the swollen tissue.
Hyunwoo is using his fingers to massage it carefully into my rim.
He works it over the inflamed flesh with slow, circular motions, his fingertips tracing the swollen ring of muscle gently.
The warmth of his fingers combined with the cooling ointment and the steady, even pressure transforms the sensation from pain into what actually feels like relief.
I let out an involuntary groan that’s embarrassingly close to a moan, my body responding to the soothing touch after so much abuse.
My hole is so tender that even this careful contact makes every nerve ending fire, but the ointment numbs as it works, turning the sharp ache into a dull, manageable throb that I can breathe through.
Hyunwoo keeps going, patient and thorough, making sure my entire rim is coated.
He works the ointment in with even strokes, his touch careful but surprisingly gentle for someone with hands that big.
The pain gradually numbs further until my breathing evens out and my body stops tensing at every point of contact, my muscles unclenching one by one as the medication does its job.
He pulls his hand back and I hear the click of the cap going back on the tube. His palm lands on my ass cheek in a light pat, gentle and almost companionable, more like the way you’d pat a buddy on the back after a tough game than anything sexual.
“That should do it for now,” he says, wiping his fingers on what I hope is a tissue and not his sheets.
“Just rest here for a bit tonight. Let the ointment work and let your body recover.” He pauses, I can hear the cautious optimism in his voice when he adds, “With any luck, that was all it’ll take and the deed is done. ”
I turn my head on the pillow to look at him, my cheek pressing into the cool fabric. He’s sitting back on his heels beside me, the tube of ointment in one hand, his expression a mix of hopefulness and the confidence that comes from someone who’s used to things going his way on the first try.
“Do you really think it’ll be that quick?” I ask. “One time and done?”
Hyunwoo shrugs, setting the tube on the nightstand.
“We’ll see. It’d be best if you got pregnant quickly so we don’t have to repeat the experience.
” His eyes meet mine with a flash of apology, a flicker of acknowledgment that what just happened was rough and neither of us particularly enjoyed it in the way sex is supposed to be enjoyed.
“But I can hold out for a little while if it doesn’t take the first time.
Just pay attention for any early symptoms over the next couple of weeks.
” He starts ticking things off on his fingers, slipping back into his research mode.
“If you start feeling nauseous or more tired than usual, if your belly feels odd or swollen, or if your chest starts to feel tender or sensitive—tell me right away so we can get a test.”