#41
Choi Do-jun was cruel. If Seo Yi-young had been even slightly more rational, he would have rejected his demand, telling him not to be ridiculous. But he was so desperately thirsty for pleasure that he couldn’t think properly. He had no idea how he was supposed to beg.
Seo Yi-young’s throat burned dry in front of the climax that had been forcibly blocked. Choi Do-jun was gripping his cock so tightly that Seo Yi-young couldn’t even move his hips. He wrapped his arms around Choi Do-jun’s neck and awkwardly kissed his cheek. He could feel Choi Do-jun’s body stiffen at the touch of his fingertips.
“Let go, your hand.”
After removing his lips from Choi Do-jun’s cheek, Seo Yi-young looked up at him and barely finished speaking with a trembling voice.
“…Ha.”
Sighing as if in disbelief, Choi Do-jun released the hand blocking Seo Yi-young’s urethra without further comment. With just a couple of quick strokes, Seo Yi-young easily reached his climax.
“Argh, ah. …Ah! …Ungh…!”
The pleasure that rushed in like a dam breaking after being blocked overwhelmed him before he could do anything. Seo Yi-young lifted his chin upward and shuddered. He squeezed his eyes shut at the wave of overwhelming pleasure. The orgasm that came after the long wait was indescribably sweet. He pushed against the sheets as tension reached all the way to his toes.
As Seo Yi-young exhaled his rapid breaths, he quietly stared at Choi Do-jun, who was grabbing behind his knees and pushing them up. Noticing his gaze, Choi Do-jun shrugged.
“You’re not planning to finish after having all the fun yourself, are you?”
“Huh? Ah, …hng, ungh.”
Choi Do-jun’s fingers parted his intimate area and entered. He had expected more resistance, but there was none at all. Though he tensed at the sudden intrusion, that was all. His hole repeatedly clenched and released around Choi Do-jun’s finger. It felt as if it were guiding Choi Do-jun’s finger deeper inside.
If that’s how Seo Yi-young felt, Choi Do-jun likely felt the same. He frowned.
“Don’t squeeze so eagerly.”
“Eagerly? That’s not it, that’s not, hnng, that’s not it. Mm. Mmm.”
When one finger rubbed a certain spot inside, his hips involuntarily lifted off the bed. Seo Yi-young opened his mouth and held his breath as the extreme pleasure made his vision turn white.
More. He wanted to feel it once more.
“Ah. There, more, …ah, ungh.”
Seo Yi-young begged and moved his hips, trying to feel that stimulation again. But Choi Do-jun wasn’t such an accommodating partner. He rubbed other areas, deliberately avoiding the spot that had made Seo Yi-young feel good. The subtlety made it clear that Choi Do-jun wasn’t doing this out of ignorance—he knew exactly what he was doing.
Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, Seo Yi-young hit Choi Do-jun’s shoulder.
“When are you, going to do it?”
“Wait.”
“Wait, ugh, ungh, hnng…”
Just as one finger withdrew, two fingers entered immediately. The two fingers stirred his insides with slightly different movements. Each time Choi Do-jun pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in, Seo Yi-young could feel the contours of his knuckles. He exhaled a troubled sigh as he felt the fingers inside him more distinctly with each breath.
The fact that he could feel the fingers so clearly meant that Seo Yi-young’s insides were tightly gripping Choi Do-jun’s fingers. Realizing that Choi Do-jun would clearly know how he was feeling was unbearably embarrassing. It would have been better if he were too aroused to even think about such things, but he wasn’t quite that far gone.
“Now, mm, that’s, enough, put, ah! Mmm! Uh, haah.”
Seo Yi-young couldn’t finish his sentence. When Choi Do-jun’s fingers once again scratched against his sensitive spot, he couldn’t help but twist his hips and moan. He must have involuntarily thrashed his legs, as he felt the air cool against the backs of his knees. It seemed he was sweating even there thanks to Choi Do-jun’s teasing.
His lips dried as he panted with his mouth open. Seo Yi-young moistened his dry lips by nibbling on them and looked up at Choi Do-jun.
The two fingers filling his insides withdrew, and now three entered. Despite not using any gel-like substance, it didn’t hurt at all. What had he been doing until now to be this accustomed to it? That point bothered him again.
“Ak! Ah, ah! Auh, ugh! Uh…, haah.”
“You’re not focusing again.”
“Hey, hey you, ba-ad, ah, up, huah, ah, aah! Ah, nng, uuh, mmm…!”
Choi Do-jun pressed down hard on the spot that made Seo Yi-young feel good with his fingertips. The sharp, needle-like pleasure struck his brain directly, making him thrash his head and let out a moan that sounded like a scream. He gets sharp immediately just because I thought about something else for a moment. This uncanny guy. How does he know what I’m thinking?
But then again, he’s just as bad. A person can have other thoughts sometimes, but does he really need to show his displeasure so clearly? Seo Yi-young glared at Choi Do-jun while trembling from the overloaded pleasure.
At this point, he wished Choi Do-jun would just put it in right away. Then both Choi Do-jun and Seo Yi-young would be lost in the moment. He didn’t like the situation where only he was overwhelmed.
How much longer? He was growing impatient with how long Choi Do-jun was going to use just his fingers. If only he would just put it in. Seo Yi-young panted heavily, licked his dry lips, and looked at Choi Do-jun.
“When will you, put it in?”
“Not yet.”
But Choi Do-jun paid no heed to Seo Yi-young’s urging. Why was he dragging this out? Why? What more was he trying to do here?
“What do you mean not yet, ugh! Ah, hnng, it’s fine. I’m fine so hurry. Quickly…”
Judging by his erection, Choi Do-jun must be aroused too, so why was he so composed? He was completely different from Seo Yi-young, who was panting and begging for him to hurry. Where did such a difference come from? Even though Choi Do-jun was younger than Seo Yi-young.
“Ah, ugh…, mm, hungh, ugh, mm, ugh, ah, aah. Ah!”
Choi Do-jun concentrated solely on Seo Yi-young’s weak spots. His vision flickered like a light being turned on and off repeatedly.
As time passed, he felt his rationality gradually evaporating. This experience of moving his hips while following his instincts was a first in his life. Every moan coming from his mouth was completely unfamiliar. Seo Yi-young covered his mouth with one hand to suppress the sounds.
He managed to look up at Choi Do-jun.
“Just, ugh, ah…, just hurry, ah, now, just, hurry…!”
Seo Yi-young’s voice came out in disjointed fragments as if he were groaning, but Choi Do-jun would understand what he was trying to say. However, what Choi Do-jun did was make Seo Yi-young writhe even more.
“Ah, ak! Hng, eeh, …ugh, you, what are you, ungh. Ugh, what, hngk! Wait…!”
His ragged breaths burst out with no time to swallow between them.
Unable to endure the rapidly applied pleasure, Seo Yi-young instinctively tried to escape, but Choi Do-jun’s grip on his waist prevented him from succeeding. He tried to remove Choi Do-jun’s hands, but they didn’t budge at all. Unable to close his legs and spread wide open, he could only struggle and flail in the swamp of pleasure that Choi Do-jun was pouring onto him.
Unable to withstand the rapidly crashing waves of sensation, Seo Yi-young squeezed his eyes shut and jerked intermittently as if electricity were flowing through his body. Choi Do-jun stopped the hand that was probing his insides and used his other hand to remove Seo Yi-young’s hand covering his mouth. The lips that had been moaning trembled at the sudden cessation of stimulation.
He couldn’t just passively accept the one-sided pleasure. Seo Yi-young wasn’t well-versed in this kind of sex. But Choi Do-jun was clearly skilled. The problem was that he was too skilled. He persistently stimulated and encouraged only the weak spots where Seo Yi-young felt pleasure, making him lose his mind. He was dissatisfied that only he was getting so lost in it. Why should only he be disheveled?
Seo Yi-young tightly closed his mouth, breathed heavily through his nose, and met Choi Do-jun’s gaze.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“…”
How on earth was he looking at him?
Choi Do-jun lightly touched Seo Yi-young’s lower lip with his thumb. That touch was quite gentle, unlike his usual self. That must have been why. Why he ended up saying something he could never have imagined saying normally.
“Why am I the only one feeling good? You should feel good together with me.”
It was truly a one-dimensional statement. Even a child just learning to speak would have been more eloquent than Seo Yi-young. Choi Do-jun’s pupils dilated widely for a moment.
“You know very well how to beg.”
“…Ah!”
Seo Yi-young reflexively made a sound as the fingers inside his body suddenly withdrew. With the thing that had been filling him gone, he could feel his insides clenching and releasing as if missing it. His hole twitched repeatedly as if waiting for something.
He couldn’t understand what had changed Choi Do-jun’s mind when he had been rejecting all his pleas to put it in until now. But that didn’t matter. If his insides would be filled quickly, that wasn’t very important.
Watching Seo Yi-young making hurried, urging sounds, Choi Do-jun reached toward the nightstand and took something out. It was only a bit later that Seo Yi-young realized it was a condom and lubricant. The thought that he lived such a promiscuous life as to keep such things beside his bed was fleeting. He heard the sound of packaging being torn open.
Looking toward Choi Do-jun as he put the condom on his cock, Seo Yi-young hesitated. He had seen it in Choi Do-jun’s car and in the dungeon, but that size was truly beyond words. He wondered how Choi Do-jun had found a condom that fit his size. There couldn’t be many people using condoms of that size—had the condom company sacrificed profits to produce such a size?
Unlike the impression that he would just push to do it without preparation, he was actually properly taking care of things, which gave Seo Yi-young a strange feeling.
No, more than that.
…Would that even fit inside?
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
