Seeing that Lee Haru seemed to be doing fine, Yu Je-hyun slid his middle finger in alongside his index finger, which had already disappeared to the base. The unfamiliar sensation made Lee Haru’s eyes narrow. Had it been anyone else, he might have kicked them away without hesitation.
He had heard that even men could feel pleasure during sex, though it might hurt at first. But up until now, he hadn’t felt anything remotely enjoyable.
“We need to get three fingers in,” Yu Je-hyun murmured, pressing a kiss to the damp corners of Lee Haru’s eyes as he spread his fingers apart. The slick, well-lubricated inner walls clung tightly to his touch.
Though Lee Haru was already struggling with just two fingers, three were necessary to loosen him enough to take Yu Je-hyun’s cock without tearing. Yu Je-hyun gently worked the tense entrance, caressing and coaxing until his fingertips began to prune. At last, when all three fingers sank in and stirred within, Lee Haru reached out and pulled Yu Je-hyun down by the neck.
“I want… to kiss,” Lee Haru whispered.
Without hesitation, Yu Je-hyun leaned in. Lee Haru eagerly stuck out his tongue, licking at Yu Je-hyun’s lips with bold abandon. The sensation—like a puppy lapping at him—made Yu Je-hyun’s fingers move faster. He could feel the tight passage gradually beginning to ease up.
As he pressed inward and stretched apart his index and ring fingers, the entrance yielded with a smooth pull. Yu Je-hyun lowered his underwear, allowing Lee Haru to nibble at his tongue. With one hand, he gripped the twitching base of his cock and guided the swollen tip to Lee Haru’s entrance.
“Mmm…”
Lee Haru flinched mid-kiss. The pressure was on a whole different level than fingers. As he instinctively tried to retreat, Yu Je-hyun plunged his tongue deep, almost brushing his throat, stealing his focus.
The tight heat stretched taut around his cock. Once the thickest part sank in, the rest followed more easily. With his legs splayed open, Lee Haru shuddered as Yu Je-hyun slowly buried himself deeper. One hand reached down to tweak a hardened nipple.
The inner walls convulsed with a tremor. Yu Je-hyun parted his lips with a hot exhale. Lee Haru lay beneath him, mouth agape, still dazed from the tongue that had just left him.
“You’re okay. It’s almost all in,” Yu Je-hyun murmured reassuringly.
Once more than half had slipped inside, Yu Je-hyun gave a sharp thrust with his hips. The remainder sank fully into Lee Haru’s body.
“Hng, ah…”
Lee Haru clung to Yu Je-hyun’s back, trembling. It hurt, undoubtedly—but the strange sensation flooding his insides wasn’t just pain. His stomach twisted at the feeling of being filled, the rough bristle of pubic hair brushing against him.
The pressure in his belly felt like overeating, but this fullness was nothing like the satisfaction of a good meal. It radiated a peculiar sense of completeness that spread through his chest. Sweat slicked his palms. No, not just his palms—his entire upper body, pressed flush against Yu Je-hyun’s chest, was soaked.
Just from taking Yu Je-hyun’s cock, he felt breathless, as if he had sprinted a hundred meters. Each gasp compressed his insides again. It was like a club was grinding against his organs, leaving him barely able to breathe.
While Lee Haru lay twitching from the strain, Yu Je-hyun was losing his mind from the way his cock was being squeezed. He had wanted to give Lee Haru time to adjust, but now, being buried to the hilt and not moving was its own kind of torture.
In the end, he couldn’t resist any longer and began to move—slowly.
“If you squeeze me like that…”
“Ah…”
As his cock retreated, the inner walls clung desperately, dragging after it. Lee Haru’s nails dug into Yu Je-hyun’s back, but they left no trace on the body of an S-rank Esper.
“I have no choice but to move,” Yu Je-hyun said.
“Hng!”
He pulled out nearly halfway, then rammed in hard, filling Lee Haru again in one merciless thrust. Lee Haru latched onto him like a koala, trembling as the thick cock carved him open.
Yu Je-hyun bit lightly at his reddened earlobe and stirred the pulsing flesh inside.
“It feels… weird,” Lee Haru whimpered, rubbing his tear-streaked cheek against the broad shoulder.
The stretch—painful in its extremity—flared with every deep thrust, birthing something undeniably lewd. It tingled, as if he needed to pee, and his entire body quaked, lower back arching like when his nipples were played with.
Except this was far more intense. Far more consuming.
“It’s not weird. It’s good,” Yu Je-hyun said, wrapping his arms around Lee Haru’s back and sucking on his ears until they burned crimson.
Their chests pressed together, heartbeats echoing through the skin-on-skin contact. Lee Haru closed his eyes at the jumbled rhythm thudding in his ears. The tears that had gathered finally slipped down his flushed cheeks.
“Hng, ah!”
Yu Je-hyun’s hips moved faster. His body sank into the mattress. The bed groaned beneath them, springs whining from the force. As his heavy balls smacked against the perineum, Lee Haru instinctively tightened around him.
“What restraint…”
Yu Je-hyun pulled him in even tighter. He relished the feel of the lithe body, so different from his own, molding into him.
As his pace intensified, Lee Haru could only cling to him, body shaking under the relentless waves of sensation. The bed creaked louder, the room filling with ragged breaths and muffled cries. Their bodies moved as one, tangled in a rhythm of raw urgency and vulnerable passion. Lee Haru, overwhelmed, shook with every motion, while Yu Je-hyun, utterly engrossed, continued to thrust with a mix of tenderness and hunger, lost in the heat of their entangled bodies.
Yu Je-hyun licked the tear-streaked cheek with his tongue. Every time he touched a particular spot, Lee Haru shuddered, so he focused on rubbing that sensitive area.
“Ah, j-just a second. Let’s… hng, take a break…”
In a panic, Lee Haru tapped weakly at Yu Je-hyun’s back. It was so light that even a hit from a cotton mallet might have landed harder.
Yu Je-hyun usually granted most of Lee Haru’s requests, but stopping now, in the middle of this, was next to impossible.
He reached down and grabbed Lee Haru’s cock, pressed between their stomachs.
“Hiiik…”
A startled gasp slipped from Lee Haru. Now Yu Je-hyun understood why he’d asked to stop. His cock, which had wilted earlier, was now stiff again, flushed and leaking a clear fluid that looked like urine.
Even though he had already been milked dry, the way his round, swollen balls looked ready to burst suggested he was on the verge of cumming again.
“Ah, don’t touch it…”
Lee Haru’s sock-clad feet pushed against the sheets. With the movement, his socks slid down to his ankles, revealing his soft pink heels.
“Why not? You’re being so cute, practically begging me to touch you.”
Despite the protest, Yu Je-hyun gripped his cock more firmly and stroked it in time with his rhythmic thrusts.
“Hng, mm…”
The overwhelming pleasure from both ends left Lee Haru dazed. His head tilted back in a haze.
Yu Je-hyun didn’t let up, his lips pressing against the slight swell of Lee Haru’s Adam’s apple.
The hole that had once struggled to take even a finger now stretched open with ease, radiating heat. A mix of gel and pre-cum seeped out from the entrance, unable to stay contained.
The wet, obscene sounds echoed through the room—different from kisses, yet just as stimulating. He wanted to escape, and yet… he also wished Yu Je-hyun would fuck him even harder.
The force and pace were nothing like when he touched himself. It felt like his cock was being sucked out of him from the inside.
He liked the weight of that firm body pressing him down. With his legs spread wider than usual, a dull ache bloomed in his inner thighs.
The sensation of being battered by a muscular, powerful body so unlike his own left him dazed, pain blurring into pleasure.
“Uh, mm, hng!”
Each time Yu Je-hyun squeezed his cock with enough force to make it feel like it might burst, Lee Haru’s body trembled uncontrollably.
Both his insides and his cock felt like they were being kneaded like soft clay. When Yu Je-hyun pressed his thumb against the tip and rubbed the swollen head, Lee Haru couldn’t hold back anymore—he came.
“Ugh, my cock feels like it’s going to snap.”
Yu Je-hyun’s voice sounded distant, muffled like it came from underwater. Lee Haru was so drained he couldn’t even wrap his arms around him anymore.
Yu Je-hyun caught his limp arm before it fell, brought it to his mouth, and bit down softly, sucking the skin as he shifted their position.
“Mm…”
Suddenly, Lee Haru found himself sitting on top of Yu Je-hyun. Startled, he flinched. In this new position, the cock plunged in even deeper.
As it drove into places it shouldn’t reach, Lee Haru instinctively wrapped his arms around his stomach.
His skin, slick with his own cum, stuck to his palms. Just then, something nudged his hand, and Lee Haru, eyes brimming with tears, looked up.
“Haru, did you come alone? You promised to take my cum with your lower mouth, remember?”
