"um"

 

"Don't bite! Are you a dog? Ouch!" Jinn squeezed Jerome's neck as a first warning, the moment his chest was bitten hard by sharp teeth.

 

"I'm dying to see him," the one biting looked up at the man who was now breathing heavily. Jinn's firm, muscular chest captivated Jerome once again. At first, he didn't know why, but now that he remembered everything, the young man realised this was what he had always wanted to see: a strong Jinn, a Jinn with a muscular body, not the skinny Jinn who looked like a strong gust of wind could blow him away.

 

Despite thinking that, Jerome loved it all. Just seeing the other person strong like this seemed to fulfil a certain desire in his heart. The desire for the other person to stay with him until old age, to be healthy and happy.

 

"You're really something," Jinn said, covering his forehead with his arm in a weary sigh, before sucking in his breath as his nipple was licked again.

 

The two young men were intertwined on the bed in Jinn’s room. Their clothes were scattered haphazardly from the doorway all the way to the bathroom. Their strong, naked bodies, not much different from each other, were still damp, whether from their earlier shower or the sweat pouring down now, was unclear. The sheets were stained, but neither of them noticed.

 

"Ah, Jay," Jinn let out a deep, low moan as his lover's long, slender fingers rotated inside his back passage—a passage that wouldn't escape the invasion of a large snake today.

 

"You're used to it. Today I'm not stopping at just my fingers, Jinn," the speaker's bright red tongue lightly licked the chin of the flushed man. Jerome moved his fingers, which were being squeezed tightly and rapidly, creating a lewd and vulgar sound. His fingertips caressed the area that was more prominent than elsewhere with familiar ease.

 

"Me too, I know," Jinn knew that today he would have to face the real challenge after so much practice.

 

This isn't because they've had a heart-to-heart conversation or because they've relaxed enough after partying with friends to go all the way. Right now, it's the best time. Before, when they were still drinking, there were many times Jerome seemed to lose control, but he always managed to keep himself in check. This time, nothing is standing in his way. He doesn't have to worry about being too tired to go out, he doesn't have to go to school because it's still summer break, and he's starting to get used to it—no, he's come to terms with it. Everything is perfect. There's no reason for someone who's only been able to poke his finger in for so long to hold back any longer.

 

Jerome pulled his finger out slightly and squeezed in more lubricant before inserting it again, moving it in and out inside the warm, softer space that was becoming more tender each day because Jinn’s body was no longer resisting, relaxed and cooperative.

 

"Which position do you want, front or back?" Jerome whispered into his lover's ear.

 

"Damn, at least seeing your face makes me feel better." Jinn had been the one doing the leading man his whole life, ever since he started sleeping with people. He never thought he'd be in this position, but because this was Jerome, Jinn accepted it.

 

“Okay,” Jerome smiled gently and affectionately, his thin lips planting a kiss on his lover’s flushed cheek. He pulled away and then pressed a firm kiss onto his lips.

 

Jinn returned the kiss passionately, unwilling to give up. His hands gripped the back of the other's neck, his tongue sweeping into the waiting mouth. Their soft, slippery tongues intertwined skillfully, employing every technique in their battle, the wet, squelching sounds echoing throughout the room.

 

The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open made Jinn gasp. His body trembled slightly, but Jerome, who had been waiting, spoke reassuringly, his sweet voice finally calming him down.

 

The first time is always difficult.

 

"Ah, relax a little, or it'll hurt." Jerome was sweating profusely, veins bulging all over his body from the tension, but he was trying his best to restrain himself from thrusting in all at once.

 

"Besides, if it were that easy, that would be great," Jinn frowned in discomfort, but tried to calm himself down.

 

His sharp, reddened eyes gazed at his lover's patient face with a sense of fulfilment. Perhaps it was because the other man wasn't his age anymore; in other words, his mindset, patience, and calmness were far greater than before. But he hadn't changed completely; he was still the same Jerome, simply a perfect blend of this life and his previous one.

 

Dark hair, wet and clinging to a beautiful forehead, clung to the sweet eyes he loved so much, hidden beneath long, gorgeous eyelashes. Tiny beads of sweat clung to the tip of his delicate nose, and Jinn couldn't help but gently wipe them away with his fingers. His deep red lips were tightly pressed together, indicating how much he was restraining himself.

 

"Just a little bit," the man on top pushed his penis deeper.

 

"Ah, shit! Hah! Ow!" Jinn squeezed Jerome's shoulder hard the moment he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

 

"Ah, Jinn, my snake is going to break! Can you please not squeeze so hard? Ouch!" Jerome gritted his teeth in pain as he endured the intense constriction around his genitals. His large body trembled slightly from the mixture of pleasure and agony.

 

"And me? Can I stop this, you bastard?" he stammered back angrily. Jinn's large hand gripped his own penis, gently stroking and pulling it to distract the sore, tense area from his anus and focus on the long shaft in front of him instead.

 

Jerome stared intently at the crimson opening, now with a large shaft lodged inside, his dark eyes blazing. He licked his own pink lips lightly, a look of intense desire in his eyes. His fingers gently squeezed his lover's nipples, hoping to help him relax quickly. His gaze shifted upwards, observing the lewd and arousing sight of the man lying beneath him.

 

"Ah, that's it. You did great, Jinn," Jerome sighed in relief as his penis fully entered the burning passage. He held his hips still, rotating gently, not rushing to move at all, before leaning down to kiss and comfort his lover, who was too speechless to speak in that pain.

 

Jinn had never felt like this before. He felt a lump in his throat, unable to speak a word. The young man's hair stood on end when he realised that the long, tangled object was piercing him. 

 

How deep does it come in?

"I'm not dead yet," Jinn said to himself weakly.

 

"Just do it. I'm speechless," Jinn let go of everything the other person said, because he had nothing to lose anymore.

 

"Haha, you're so cute. It doesn't hurt too much, does it?" Jerome gently massaged the opening, looking concerned.

 

"Not as bad, *pant*, as I thought. I can still manage." This is true. Jinn felt quite relieved that it wasn't as painful as he'd imagined. It hurt, but not like he was going to die. Just a stinging, wide-open feeling...

 

Damn it!

 

"I'm moving now, gently," Jerome slowly pulled back and then pushed in again in short strokes. He did this for a while until the passage got used to it and he dared to move further.

 

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the thrusting in and out of the lubricant-filled passage made Jinn’s face burn as if it were scorching. A strange, tingling sensation coursed through his body, making him involuntarily grip his own penis tighter and move it in rhythm with Jerome's thrusts.

 

"Oh, damn it!" Jinn bit his lip immediately as the large penis slammed into his sensitive spot inside, feeling like he was about to climax.

 

“Mmm, do you like it, Jinn? Do you like it when I shove this big dick into your hole? Ah, it feels so good,” Jerome, barely able to contain his pleasure, teased, his deep, husky voice tinged with clear affection.

 

"Don't say anything! Ah! You bastard!" The cursing instantly turned into a moan as the other person thrust down without warning.

 

Jerome chuckled softly, gathering Jinn’s strong, muscular legs together and draping them over his shoulders. He then began grinding his hips in a circular motion, thrusting rapidly and deliberately, focusing on the spots he knew would make Jinn writhe. Having memories from a past life was good like this; no need to search in the wrong direction, just straight to the point and hitting the mark.

 

"That feels so good, Ah Jinn. Your hole is so stimulating," Jerome moaned, raving.

 

"No need for a voiceover," Jinn really wanted to punch that talkative person in the mouth!

 

"Haha, I love you so much. Hmm."

 

"Fuck!" Jinn cursed loudly, his hand yanking the bedsheet until it was tattered.

 

Your declaration of love is so heavy, my insides are about to shift!

 

Jerome gazed at the man, glaring at each other sweetly, but his hips didn't slow down at all. He moved and thrust as he desired, his sweet eyes fixed on Jinn’s contorted face, yet filled with pleasure, before intertwining his hands with the other's, gripping his penis and moving in the same rhythm.

 

The man, being attacked both front and back, could no longer bear it. Jinn let out a long, drawn-out groan as a stream of cloudy white fluid spurted out, staining his stomach.

 

The other one thought for a moment, "Ssssh!" The intense squeezing in the passageway made Jerome gasp from the pleasure. His slender waist thrust in a few more times before he released himself.

 

Jinn closed his eyes, breathing heavily. His body, having just experienced the ultimate pleasure, trembled slightly in a way he'd never done before. His throat was dry, his body exhausted, but his mood was surprisingly good.

 

"Are you okay? Sorry for the lack of foreplay, I was horny." Jerome removed the condom and tossed it beside the bed before pressing his sweaty body down on the body of the person who was too tired to move.

 

It was really a good decision to let this happen today. Otherwise, Jinn thought he wouldn't have the strength to do anything at all. He hoped next time would be better. Why were those kids so strong? Amazing... The person who had just switched positions for the first time secretly admired the boys he had slept with.

 

"Good. Stop stalling. Just do it quickly." Stunting? I'm dying already!

 

"Haha, come on, you'll get used to it. You're so strong," Jerome gently turned his lover's face to look at him before rubbing the tip of his nose against him.

 

"Don't compliment me. Being brave isn't pure." The compliments are ulterior motives. Do you think I don't know?

 

"You're looking at me too negatively."

 

"An old man like you can't be trusted."

 

"Oh, so now you're letting me be older? Before, you'd get angry just from being called 'little brother'. You're such a pain in the ass," Jerome squeezed Jinn’s chest hard, leaving handprints all over it.

 

"Younger sibling? I'm your elder already! You're sixty, Jay. Sigh, I guess I have an older boyfriend." The speaker shook his head resignedly before bursting into laughter the moment he saw the dark, gloomy face of the person being called old.

 

"That was in my past life, you idiot! Fine, I'll prove to you whether you're young or old!" The old man from his past life gritted his teeth, his voice stern. His strong body sat up before he immediately flipped his lover over.

 

"Jay? Ah, oh... damn..." Jinn immediately buried his face in the pillow as he realised something was entering his body again. The still sensitive passage sent shivers down his spine, leaving him speechless.

 

"You call me old, huh? Fine, this old man will make sure you have no more cum to ejaculate. Heh heh." Jerome, who put on a condom at lightning speed, slowly pushed his large penis into the swollen, reddened opening, ignoring the man’s cries because this position allowed for deeper penetration.

 

"Ah! Jerome!"

 

The night is still long.

 

"Slowly, Jinn, it's noon. Get up and eat." A gentle shake and a sweet voice made the person who didn't want to wake up slowly open their eyes.

 

Jinn seemed to be caught between a dream and reality. The young man turned to look at the person sitting by the bed, his mind confused, as if his brain had slowed, unable to process information quickly enough.

 

"Jay?" The voice was so hoarse it was barely audible.

 

"It's me, of course. Who else could it be? Drink some water," Jerome gently helped his lover sit up, slowly offering him water to drink, the latter still looking confused.

 

"It's like I thought I was awake, but I was just dreaming."

 

“Huh?”

 

"I dreamt of seeing myself when I was older."

 

"And they're saying the same thing right now. Basically, even if I'm sick, they'll still treat me like this, huh...?" The last sentence was mumbled to himself.

 

"No, how could I be that awful? We barely had sex, that's why I got sick. And when I was sick, all I did was lie down! Did you...see anything else?" On one hand, Jerome was relieved, but on the other, worried, afraid that those symptoms would have a life-threatening impact.

 

"No, that's all. I don't think I'll remember anything. Maybe just a little familiar. This wish I made for you... I guess that might be a bonus," he added, letting him know how well the other person had taken care of him back then.

 

"Really..."

 

"What's there to eat? Did you buy it or order it?" Jinn stretched and winced softly at the pain in his butt.

 

“No, I did it myself. I just bought the ingredients. Back then, I was a good cook. I studied well. From now on, I’ll be the one cooking for you.” Jay brushed aside his worries because what Jinn said was true. There was no way God would let the other person remember; otherwise, everything wouldn’t be smooth sailing as he had blessed them. It must be one of the side effects of going back in time.

 

"Hmm, besides your looks, you have a lot of other good qualities."

 

"Hey, are you looking for trouble?"

 

"Haha, no. Lean your face here. I'll reward you," Jinn said, giving his boyfriend a big, affectionate kiss on the cheek.

 

"Wow, one night of rough treatment, and you didn't tell me I'm getting old, huh?" Having said that, he quickly jumped away from his lover.

"I'll kick you away."

 

"Just kidding. Let me help you," Jerome stopped teasing and helped Jinn walk slowly to the bathroom.

 

Jinn, at twenty years old, was remarkably strong and healthy. Even though it was their first time last night and they had sex twice, this morning, besides waking up late and feeling aches and pains, he didn't have a fever at all. Upon waking, he was energetic, cheerful, and bright. Ah, being young is really great!

 

"Hey, Jay, I think I forgot to answer you something last night." The person who had gone into the bathroom suddenly poked the door open and poked their head out with a wide smile.

 

"What?"

 

"Looks like I forgot to answer that I love you too, haha," he finished with a sweet smile and a mischievous wink before closing the bathroom door, completely ignoring the person standing there with their heart racing from his flirtatious behaviour.

 

"...Jinn! Open the bathroom door right now!"

 

“Hahaha”

 

The laughter and shouts of the two young men finally reassured those watching. The road that had been damaged and led them astray had finally been restored to its rightful state. The gravest mistake had been corrected by the determined and unwavering hands of those who would walk hand-in-hand on this road—a road riddled with thorns, a road that from now on would be filled only with happiness and rose petals.

 

This road stretches as far as the eye can see.

 

Jinn's life journey will always have Jerome by his side.