Damn, this feeling…
It was fucking weird. Sure, he knew it was supposed to feel this way, but after going through it once already, he thought he’d be a little more used to it by now.
Nope. The pain and that alien, uncomfortable sensation were still there. And yet, the heat wouldn’t let up.
“Ha, ugh…”
Cha Eui-sung bit his lip and let out a dry groan. Thankfully, he wasn’t scared or nervous this time—he’d been through it once, after all.
Soon, the strange sensation began to morph into something closer to excitement. The tension in his back slowly eased, like his body remembered how to respond.
It was easier now, and the number of fingers moving inside him had increased.
“Breathe… slowly.”
“Huu… huu…”
Moon Tae-young gently swept back his sweat-dampened brown hair.
Cha Eui-sung leaned into the touch, nuzzling his head against Moon Tae-young’s hand before wrapping his arms around his neck.
Maybe his breathing was off? His head felt like it was slipping further and further from reality.
No…
Actually, it wasn’t his breathing. It wasn’t the pain either, or his stamina. Yeah, it hurt—but more than that…
Shit…
The tingling sensation below was blazingly clear. Every time he loosened up, the fingers pushed deeper, gently pressing into his inner walls. The wet, squelching sounds were so loud it made his whole body burn with embarrassment.
It was shameful. He could feel his entrance twitching, gradually opening, and throbbing uncontrollably. Cha Eui-sung finally raised his arm to cover his face, panting heavily—but—
“Ugh…!”
Moon Tae-young grabbed his arm and yanked it down right away, fully exposing his flushed face.
He laced their fingers together and pressed their joined hands firmly against the floor, pinning him down like a restraint.
“Let me see your face.”
Damn it. He’d covered his face precisely so he wouldn’t have to see that, and now Tae-young was making him show it.
Cha Eui-sung whipped his head to the side, his chest heaving.
But the moment those invading fingers pressed deeper, firmer, inside—he let out a broken hiccup and locked eyes with Moon Tae-young.
“Hic—oh, fuck…!”
It felt like his brain lit up with sparks. The curse stuck in his throat, half-swallowed, as his expression melted.
His brown eyes glazed over, losing focus, turning hazy—and Moon Tae-young squeezed their joined hands even tighter.
He was staring at Cha Eui-sung’s flushed face with a fierce, burning gaze, as if completely entranced.
“…It was—haa, not easy to wait.”
“Hic… haa… haa…?”
“I’ve been wanting this. Holding back was rough.”
The words sank into his fuzzy, overstimulated ears. Cha Eui-sung bit down hard on his now-glossy lower lip.
Crazy. How the hell could he say something so embarrassing so casually? Was this really Moon Tae-young? Did the guy get heatstroke from a chilly sports day or something?
Even as he reeled from the cheesiness, the heat coiling in his belly refused to die down. It was like he’d eaten something bad—something too hot.
Cha Eui-sung groaned with his lips slightly parted. The idea that Moon Tae-young had waited for him, enduring it all with that calm expression… it was thrilling enough to make him shiver.
“Huu…!”
It was humiliatingly close to cumming like some desperate animal. Moon Tae-young, watching him closely, curled his lips into a faint smile—then abruptly pulled his fingers out, fingers that had been gently tracing his inner walls.
“Ah…!”
“And… breathe slow.”
As expected, the thick tip of Moon Tae-young’s cock pressed against his entrance—and slowly began to push into the now-softened opening.
The sensation was overwhelming—like being stuffed full with a baseball bat. Cha Eui-sung’s chest jolted, his breath hitching in hiccups.
“Does it hurt? Should I stop…?”
“No… keep… keep going.”
It hurt. Like hell. But his overheated brain twisted even the pain into something almost erotic.
The weight he hadn’t registered last time, numbed by nerves, now hit him with full intensity. It was so hot, so thick, he swore it was about to split his torso in two.
His insides were being relentlessly stretched, and a deep, dark pleasure rose from the pit of his belly.
“Ah… ah…”
Cha Eui-sung let out breathless, broken sounds, his brows furrowed in a pained wince.
It was obscene. It was exhilarating. His trembling hands gripped Moon Tae-young’s waist.
That pressure pulled the cock deeper inside, inch by inch, until it filled him up completely.
Cha Eui-sung reached down, fingers trembling, and pressed a hand to his lower belly. He could feel something moving inside him—pressing, stretching.
“Hic… haa… huu…”
At this point, he didn’t know if he was moaning or crying.
But he could take it. Even with his head spinning from the heat.
“Huu… huu…”
Moon Tae-young’s face wavered before his eyes—entrancing, beautiful. The slight furrow of his brow, the slitted eyes threatening to close, the trembling lashes… everything about him felt like a direct strike to Cha Eui-sung’s chest.
And that clenched jaw? God, it was sexy. Too sexy. Enough to make his spine tingle.
Sexy? Sexy, my ass. He never thought he’d use that word in his life.
Cha Eui-sung shut his eyes tightly, panting.
The way Tae-young’s solid muscles flexed as he moved, the way his firm, smooth, naked body looked—it was too sexy.
“Ugh!”
Before he realized it, more than half the cock had slipped in. And then, with one sharp thrust, it drove all the way in to the base.
Cha Eui-sung let out something between a gasp and a death cry. A single tear slipped down his burning cheek.
He couldn’t even tell anymore—was it from pain or pleasure? Either way, being filled like this didn’t feel bad.
“Kuh… haa…!”
Even the moan Tae-young let out in response to his tightness sounded good. The way their bodies connected, the friction against his inner walls—everything made his head go blank.
“Tae… Tae-young, huh!”
“Haa…”
The cock, which had slid out halfway, thrust back in with a loud, wet squelch. Cha Eui-sung twitched like he’d been pierced clean through. His legs moved on their own, wrapping tightly around Tae-young’s waist.
“Cha Eui-sung…”
“Hic… haa…”
“I… don’t know if I can hold back.”
That voice—strained and hoarse, like it was clinging to the last thread of reason—was practically asking for permission.
The energy pouring from Moon Tae-young’s body, once soft and dreamy like a mirage, had turned into something sharp and burning, like a blade.
“I got it, so just—anything—hic!”
Cha Eui-sung couldn’t contain his excitement either. His body writhed, overwhelmed by heat and pleasure. Their joined hands were slammed into the floor again, this time with bone-crushing force.
Thud! The massive cock ground against his inner walls—and Cha Eui-sung’s vision burst into white.
***
“Hic, huu, hic, haa…!”
“Huu… kuu… ha…”
Once they started, there was no end in sight. Their bodies moved until dawn, endlessly tangled on the living room floor.
They clung to each other with no space in between—completely, obsessively entwined.
Even after climaxing, while one was still gasping for air, the other would thrust back in. Sometimes, without even pulling out, he would harden again inside him.
When Moon Tae-young tried to catch his breath, Cha Eui-sung bit his lip and urged him on, asking for more.
At other times, Moon Tae-young would flip over the panting Eui-sung and move his hips again, never slowing down.
By the time the sun rose, both of them were drenched in sweat, breathless and utterly spent.
His lower half, emptied to the point of hollowness, had gone numb—he could barely feel anything down there.
He wasn’t sure what had possessed them to go at it like this, but once they’d started, they just couldn’t stop.
Finally, with a lewd pop, the swollen, reddened cock slipped out, and Eui-sung’s stretched hole gaped open. Like a cork pulled from a bottle, thick, foamy semen spilled out freely.
The fluid that had filled him to the brim—enough to distend his belly—now leaked continuously, pooling onto the floor.
They’d clung to each other like maniacs, like animals driven solely by raw lust.
“Kuh… haa…”
Cha Eui-sung trembled down to his toes as he looked at Moon Tae-young. His body was marked all over with the traces of their frenzy.
Teeth marks, and even spots where the skin had broken and bled, left his flesh looking brutally obscene. If he looked in a mirror, he’d probably see his own body just as ravaged.
Cha Eui-sung pressed his feverish face against Moon Tae-young’s firm chest.
The sharp scent of sweat, mingled with countless other lewd smells, burned in his throat.
“It stings… it really stings…”
Moon Tae-young took a swollen nipple into his mouth and sucked—and a sharp, piercing pain jolted through him. After a whole night of biting, licking, and sucking, even his S-rank durability meant nothing. His nipple was red, raw, and tender.
The overwhelming fatigue felt like he’d cleared three dungeons back-to-back. And yet, even in this state, Cha Eui-sung still felt it—his arousal hadn’t faded one bit. He wrapped his arms around Moon Tae-young’s head and squirmed his hips, unable to stop himself.
It was like his brain had short-circuited.
Goddamn it… I actually like this.
Maybe that was why everything else had vanished from his mind. Like it had been wiped clean, all the worries and unease were gone.
All that remained was the refreshing afterglow—and this raw, chest-tightening emotion that kept welling up.
He couldn’t get enough of seeing the Demon King—usually so composed and untouchable—completely lose his mind and hold onto him like he couldn’t live without him.
“…Fuck.”
What kind of face had he made just now?
Moon Tae-young stared down at him and let out a low growl—so deep, it was more beast than man.
Before Cha Eui-sung could even react to the rare, vulgar curse, something hot and hard pressed against his belly.
As his abdomen was pushed down, a fresh spurt of cloudy liquid leaked from between his legs.
I’m seriously going to die like this…
Even as that thought flashed through his mind, his arms were already pulling Moon Tae-young back in.
Cha Eui-sung licked his tingling lips and buried himself in that scalding, breathless embrace.
