#66
Even though it wasn’t actually any real threat, strangely, it created a considerably awkward feeling.
“…You said you wouldn’t put it all in. You, crazy…”
“It just happened.”
“It just happened? You call that an explanation, ah, I told you not to move, ah, ah!”
“You seemed to enjoy it too much for that. Almost wetting yourself—mmph.”
Seo Yi-young covered Choi Do-jun’s mouth with one hand as if he didn’t want to hear it. These occasional odd reactions from Seo Yi-young were amusing. Seo Yi-young, who had been glaring at Choi Do-jun’s face, suddenly turned his gaze elsewhere for some reason.
As Choi Do-jun slowly moved his hips, the mucous membrane that had been tightly clinging separated reluctantly. Seo Yi-young made an incredulous expression upon feeling that Choi Do-jun was still hard.
He pulled his hips halfway out and quickly thrust all the way back in.
“…Ah!”
Seo Yi-young’s body jerked as if startled.
“You, wait, still, still, ah, whyy, earlier we both came…, haah.”
“Did you like coming together?”
“Mmm, ah! It hurts, ah, ah!”
He kept pounding his cock inside. Choi Do-jun’s cock, deep inside Seo Yi-young’s body, traveled the same path again. It was a narrow passage, but revisiting a path that had already been opened was easy. It was firm yet soft, with a certain stickiness to it. The sensitive glans felt every bit of that strange sensation without missing anything.
Though he wanted to be considerate of Seo Yi-young’s condition, his hips now moved on their own.
The feeling of the inside enveloping his cock fully was fantastic.
“I’m tired, hey, you said you’d let me sleep, why again, ah, huuk. Ah, ah!”
“The more tired you are, the easier it will be to sleep.”
“Hng, easy is wha, ah, aah!”
There was a strange feeling where their bodies met, specifically around Seo Yi-young’s lower abdomen. It seemed Seo Yi-young had noticed this sensation too. As Choi Do-jun thrust in and pulled out, Seo Yi-young’s lower abdomen slightly protruded and then sank back. Seo Yi-young slipped his hand between their connected bodies as if trying to determine the cause of that sensation. He felt Seo Yi-young pressing his stomach with his hand as if checking. When he applied physical pressure from the outside, the sensation was transmitted to the inside as well.
“…Haah.”
Choi Do-jun sighed, his eyebrows slightly distorted.
“What is this, ah, ih, …you, now… This, you…”
Seo Yi-young couldn’t finish his sentence. His entire face was filled with shock.
“Bear with it a little.”
“A little is easy to, ah! …Mmph, mmng! Mng, mmng!”
Choi Do-jun sealed Seo Yi-young’s mouth with his lips. The inside of Seo Yi-young’s mouth was as hot and narrow as his interior. Unlike usual, Seo Yi-young shook his head in horror, removing Choi Do-jun’s lips. Then he covered his mouth with his hand, as if to completely block any further kissing. Even though he often said he disliked it, he had never shown such disgust before, suggesting there was another reason. And soon that reason became clear.
“It got on, on my face.”
To think he was concerned about such a trivial thing.
Choi Do-jun raised his eyebrows.
“That’s too much. It’s what you released.”
Seo Yi-young tried to counter, but his mouth just opened and closed without words coming out. Though it would be fine to just continue the sex like this, kissing Seo Yi-young was quite enjoyable, so it was a bit of a shame to give up. Choi Do-jun turned on the shower. Startled by the sudden stream of water, Seo Yi-young opened his eyes wide and then blinked rapidly. Soon, Choi Do-jun turned off the water, swept back his hair with one hand, and spoke.
“Is it okay now?”
“…You, crazy bastard…, ugh, uk!”
Instead of speaking, Choi Do-jun resumed thrusting. In a place where sound already echoed loudly, the noisy sound of wet skin touching and separating shook the bathroom interior dramatically.
Splash. Thud. Slap. Squelch.
“Hng, hi…, hng, ung, ha, haah.”
As Choi Do-jun rubbed his cock against Seo Yi-young’s prostate, which was swollen from multiple climaxes, Seo Yi-young could no longer speak and just trembled while inhaling. Like sawing, he pulled his hips out long and moved quickly, stirring the inside. After targeting one spot intensively several times, it surrendered ridiculously easily. Seo Yi-young bit his lip once and, as if whispering, moaned, “Just once more,” in a broken voice, as if he was granting a great favor.
His cheeky words felt pleasing.
“Ah, ahk, ah, ah, ah, ah!”
Despite the mouth that had said no and that it was too much, his body accepted Choi Do-jun. It was evident from the high-pitched moans and the inner walls that writhed as if yearning.
The body’s response was excellent. But what pleased him most was Seo Yi-young’s face. The face that usually pretended to be well-behaved and prim became flushed during sex, contorting with pleasure while groaning. The gap was chilling.
That’s why Choi Do-jun had worked so hard initially to make a path to push his cock into that tight place.
“Ugh, ah! Ah! Stop, ah, feels like bursting, ah, stomach, feels like bursting, ah! Ahk!”
Eventually, Seo Yi-young’s eyes welled up with tears. Choi Do-jun kissed the tip of his nose as he pressed his stomach with one hand and sobbed. Choi Do-jun had noticed that Seo Yi-young’s belly bulged slightly with each deep thrust.
“That won’t happen, so don’t worry.”
“How would you, know, ahak! Ah! Mmng!”
Seo Yi-young clung to Choi Do-jun desperately, as if there was no one else but him. That behavior, which seemed to recognize only him, was quite pleasing. The more Seo Yi-young struggled, the more the smooth inner walls convulsed and tightened.
“Wait, my feet aren’t touching, ah, wait, wai, mng, umng, mm!”
Seo Yi-young cried out urgently. Only then did Choi Do-jun realize that Seo Yi-young’s feet were suspended in the air. To think he hadn’t noticed this right away. He must have been quite out of it too. While continuing his thrusting, Choi Do-jun lifted Seo Yi-young’s other leg and wrapped it around his waist.
“What are you doing…!”
Seo Yi-young was horrified but, not knowing what to do, just clung to Choi Do-jun. Perhaps due to the instability of the position, the internal tightness intensified. As the position changed, the angle of thrusting seemed to alter, and Seo Yi-young’s reactions subtly changed as well.
After watching Seo Yi-young’s face contort as if he couldn’t hold back and was about to come, Choi Do-jun kissed him again. This time, Seo Yi-young readily accepted Choi Do-jun’s tongue. They repeated the action of soft membranes touching, rubbing, and grinding against each other. Kissing was the best way to feel the panting breath most directly. Seo Yi-young made a sound like a small animal breathing heavily.
Seo Yi-young pulled his tongue back as if asking to stop, but Choi Do-jun had no such intention. He persistently pursued and sucked on his tongue. Like a child eating a favored candy, he played with it in various ways with his tongue. The sound of their tongues touching and separating made a smacking noise. After responding a few times, Seo Yi-young tapped Choi Do-jun’s arm as if he couldn’t bear it anymore. His strength was so weak that it was more like patting than hitting. It was a pathetic expression of will, but it was probably the best Seo Yi-young could do at the moment.
Choi Do-jun reluctantly released Seo Yi-young’s tongue.
Even while panting, Seo Yi-young didn’t forget to glare at Choi Do-jun. With his flushed face, he wasn’t threatening at all, but Choi Do-jun didn’t say anything.
“Ah, ah! Hng, mmng, ah, stop, why keep, ah!”
This position could more directly stimulate the parts that Seo Yi-young liked. The sensitized prostate and inner mucous membrane changed their soft shape according to Choi Do-jun’s thrusts. The squelching sounds echoed loudly.
“Mm, mmng! Ah, wait, too deep, ah! It’s strange, ah! Wait a biiit, ah, hah, ahak!”
Seo Yi-young’s voice was wet with emotion.
Looking at the reddened nape, Choi Do-jun unconsciously licked that area with his tongue. Not just tasting with his tongue, he also bit the flesh. He felt his teeth sink into the tender skin. As he sucked strongly on the skin in that state, Seo Yi-young trembled, his shoulders flinching.
With Choi Do-jun’s thrusting, Seo Yi-young’s erect nipples rubbed against the skin they touched as his body moved. Unlike the smooth skin, the protruding nipples had a particularly noticeable sensation.
Seo Yi-young’s interior had similarities to himself; it would try to devour the massive, hot cock, but when it retreated, it would regretfully pull and munch on it.
“Ah, put me down, this position is strange, strange, mm, mmmmng…!”
“I won’t drop you.”
“Ah, ah, that’s not, ugh, mmng! Mmaah, ah!”
The interior began to convulse roughly.
“Do-jun, Do-jun, Do, haeu, ahaeu, Do-jun, hng, ah! Please, ple, ease, ahng!”
It seemed another climax was approaching. This one must have been hard to resist, as he kept calling Choi Do-jun’s name. Choi Do-jun was also nearing his limit. Seo Yi-young’s interior, which had swallowed him to the base, fit his cock too perfectly. It felt as if it had been molded exactly to the shape of his cock.
The sensation of feeling Seo Yi-young’s hot body temperature with his entire cock wasn’t bad. No, it wasn’t just not bad—it was quite remarkable.
Especially the sensation of another hole opening and accepting when he pushed all the way in was enough to make even Choi Do-jun’s head feel strange. As the thrusting continued once, twice, Seo Yi-young’s throat made choking sounds.
“Ak, aheu, hak, kkeuheu, mng! Mngeuah! Ak, hup, uk! Ahuk!”
He felt warm moisture near his neck. It seemed Seo Yi-young was crying. But Choi Do-jun had no intention of stopping the act. He knew that Seo Yi-young’s tears weren’t flowing because he disliked it.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
