Chapter 88
With every breath Cha Yoon took, the feeling of his breath and the sucking power on the hole made Seo-jung’s gluteal muscles tense. Seo-jung finally pulled his hand away and tried to push him away with his head, but that was all he could do. Cha Yoon, his tongue wide open, licked from the hole to the perineum, and began to rub the tightly closed hole with the tip of his tongue. As he caressed the wrinkles between them with his tongue, an itchy and simultaneously erotic sensation flooded his lower body.
“Stop, hmph… Ah, ugh.”
Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Seo-jung trembled, unable to cope. The hand he had extended to stop Cha Yoon ended up clutching his hair instead of fulfilling its intended purpose.
The gentle tugging at his hair only further inflamed Cha Yoon. He greedily licked and licked Seo-jung’s hole. He pressed firmly around the hole with the tip of his tongue, then gently scraped it with his teeth, gradually increasing Seo-jung’s arousal. It was almost like kissing the hole.
The longer the tongue lingered, exploring the hole, the more Seo-jung’s moans became wet. The sounds of Seo-jung’s moans and the sucking sounds continued for a long time.
Cha Yoon, greedily exploring the hole while holding the inside of Seo-jung’s trembling thighs, slowly raised his head. The entrance, which had been violated, was now wet with Cha Yoon’s saliva, looking soft and loose, unlike before.
Cha Yoon wiped the saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand and thought. This alone wasn’t enough, he realized. As he pondered how to satisfy his thirst and lack, Cha Yoon seemed to find the answer and buried his head.
“Hmph, ah…!”
Seo-jung’s waist jolted. This was because Cha Yoon’s fingers and tongue had simultaneously entered the hole. The hard, thick fingers and the soft tongue, entering at the same time, created such contrasting sensations that it was difficult to stay composed. There wasn’t much Seo-jung could do. He could only moan in response to the pleasure Cha Yoon was giving him.
“The inside is so hot, my tongue feels like it’s going to melt.”
“Huk, uh-huh, uh…”
Cha Yoon mumbled. There was no reply from Seo-jung, who was too busy moaning, but Cha Yoon didn’t mind at all.
Perhaps due to the tension from the long-awaited intruder, the entrance was so tightly constricted that it was difficult for the fingers and tongue to move. Cha Yoon frowned, pressed one inner wall with his finger to create space, and then used his tongue to explore every corner of the widened area.
It was then, while exploring Seo-jung’s inside, that he felt a particularly prominent bulge between the wrinkled inner walls. Instinctively, Cha Yoon pressed the area with his fingertips.
“No, there, no, uh…!”
Seeing Seo-jung’s even more erotic moans and his lower body writhing uncontrollably, Cha Yoon acted on instinct. He withdrew his tongue, filled the empty hole with his fingers, and began to quickly rub the prostate with his fingers, hooking them like a claw.
“Haah, ugh, Yoon-ah, Cha… Yoon!”
“Yes, I’m here, inside you, hyung.”
As if to remind him of his presence, Cha Yoon moved his hand back and forth mercilessly. Seo-jung’s dick, now stiff and erect, was visible, as strong as the tendons bulging in Cha Yoon’s forearm. Seeing the precum flowing near the urethral opening, Cha Yoon used his free hand to grasp the glans and rub it.
The continuous stimulation was too much to bear. Seo-jung swallowed his breath and reached another climax. A rush of lukewarm semen flowed down the hole, wetting Cha Yoon’s palm.
Cha Yoon barely managed to pull his fingers out of the inner walls, which had tightened so much they felt bruised. The hole, which had been wide open, immediately constricted and twitched as soon as his fingers were removed. Cha Yoon looked down at his fingers that had been inside the hole for a moment. The feeling of the tight constriction lingered.
Cha Yoon quickly threw off his shirt and knelt, unbuckling his pants. His bulge, pressed against his black briefs, proudly displayed its presence. Cha Yoon pulled down his briefs. Simultaneously, his dick, hidden until now, sprang forth.
The dark-red dick, visible between the black pubic hair, had tendons bulging all over. Cha Yoon used the hand that had been holding Seo-jung’s glans to slowly stroke his own dick, which had risen to his lower abdomen. Seo-jung’s semen, which had been on his hand, spread along the shaft. As if that wasn’t enough, he pressed his body against Seo-jung’s lower body and began rubbing his dick against his.
“Every time I rub like this, hyung’s hole, the very end, twitches.”
“Uh, hmph…”
Cha Yoon tapped Seo-jung’s urethral opening with his fingertips. Even without seeing it, Seo-jung knew Cha Yoon was telling the truth. Every time he moved his waist, he felt a different kind of stimulation from the rubbing against Cha Yoon’s firm glans and bumpy tendons, compared to when he was being stroked by hand, causing his lower abdomen to tense involuntarily.
Because the semen had lost its viscosity, every time they rubbed, Seo-jung’s semen was transferred to Cha Yoon instead. But now, it didn’t matter. How long did they continue rubbing their dicks together? Cha Yoon pressed his glans against the perineum and moved slowly.
The glans, which had traced the faintly visible line on the perineum, stopped above Seo-jung’s hole. He pressed firmly on the closed hole, then tapped it twice. The already closed hole tightened further, its wrinkles deepening.
The thought that it was cute how the hole changed shape with his movements was immediately followed by the urge to thrust his dick inside. He was at his limit.
“I’ll make you feel even better now.”
Cha Yoon grasped the shaft of his dick, put his strength into his waist, and the constricted hole opened weakly, swallowing the glans.
“Ah, ugh!”
“Haah, damn…”
The more he pushed inside, the more the wrinkled area around the hole stretched taut, unlike before. He had only managed to insert the glans. He straightened his waist.
Looking down, he saw Seo-jung catching his breath, his brow furrowed as if he was struggling. Seeing Seo-jung struggling even though he had only inserted the glans, Cha Yoon brushed his disheveled hair.
He was also struggling. The hole was so tight, it felt like it would tear his glans, causing more pain than pleasure.
Cha Yoon looked alternately at the glistening shaft still outside and the tightly constricted hole, and then, with a determined look, adjusted his position. Then, he thrust his dick inside. With a strong thrust of his hips, the wrinkled mucous membranes were crushed as his dick entered.
“Hmph, uh…!”
Ignoring the inner walls pushing back to prevent further penetration, Cha Yoon pushed it all the way in. As the tip of his glans reached the deepest part, beyond the reach of his fingers, Seo-jung buried his head in the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. He froze, unable to even breathe.
Even though he had spent a long time widening the inside, the inner walls were still too tight to move easily.
“Hyung, it’s hard to move like this.”
“Just relax a little, okay?” Cha Yoon patted Seo-jung’s tense buttocks and leaned forward. His lips touched Seo-jung’s face. His lips showered his face randomly. And the last touch was, of course, his lips. Cha Yoon repeatedly nibbled on his lower lip and then lifted his chin to blow air into his mouth.
After soothing Seo-jung for a while, Cha Yoon felt the inner walls relaxing slightly. He began to slowly move his hips. Even just pulling out slightly and pushing back in, the inner walls clung tightly to his dick, moving along with it.
“It feels too tight.”
It seemed that the single ejaculation from Seo-jung wasn’t enough. He was worried that Seo-jung’s inside might get hurt if he continued like this. He needed something to act as a lubricant.
Cha Yoon pushed his arm in to lift Seo-jung’s buttocks, gathered his saliva, and spat it out. The saliva landed precisely on the hole. He gently scraped the tightly closed entrance with his fingernails, and the hole twitched, constricting and relaxing repeatedly. Cha Yoon managed to push the saliva inside and pulled his hips out before thrusting in again.
“Ah, h… ah, it hurts.”
“Does it hurt?”
Seo-jung barely nodded in response to Cha Yoon’s question. Cha Yoon lowered his eyebrows, looking distressed.
“I promised to make you feel good, but it shouldn’t hurt.”
“Wait, I’ll keep my promise soon.” Cha Yoon said, and then, as if searching for something, he rotated his hips while still inside. The saliva and semen mixed together, making a squelching sound.
The dick inside stirred the insides, wildly probing the inner walls. “It was around here…” he muttered, and Seo-jung let out a large moan.
