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Ghost Apple – 45

“Stop… if you keep going like this again… huff, I’m gonna come again….”

“You can.”

“Ugh!”

Han-gyeom, whose body had been trembling under the onslaught, finally wrapped both legs tightly around Seo Won’s waist when he didn’t stop. That sudden squeeze pulled Seo Won deeper, pushing his cock all the way in to the base. The way Han-gyeom’s insides quivered in reaction, combined with the subtle bulge visible in his lower belly, was overwhelmingly arousing.

Only then did Seo Won’s hand finally come to a halt.

“Haa… are you trying to tempt me?”

Suppressing the primal urge surging up from below with a deep breath, Seo Won let out a short, breathy laugh. Han-gyeom’s legs tightened even more around Seo Won’s waist. The strength in his lower body naturally affected his entrance, and that resulted in his insides gripping the cock buried inside him even harder. The composure on Seo Won’s face began to slowly unravel.

“If you’re gonna fuck me, hurry up and do it.”

Han-gyeom’s tear-rimmed eyes curved in a sultry arc. Seo Won swallowed the crude words rising in his throat and let go of Han-gyeom’s cock. In exchange, he wrapped one arm around Han-gyeom’s waist and began slamming into him with reckless intensity.

“Haaahk! Ugh, ah, ah—!”

Louder than Han-gyeom’s lewd moans was the wet slap of flesh against flesh echoing in the room. Mixed into it were sharp, obscene squelching sounds that were far too vivid to ignore.

Every time Seo Won thrust forward, Han-gyeom instinctively tightened his legs around Seo Won’s waist. Just like the tightness inside, those legs kept Seo Won from pulling away even if he tried. On top of that, since Han-gyeom wasn’t lying in a comfortable, spread-legged position, the muscles near his entrance tensed up even more—forcing Seo Won to grit his teeth from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Ah—!”

Han-gyeom’s cock, still standing tall and dripping with clear fluid, spurted out a second orgasm. Compared to the first, the force and volume were somewhat less, but the state he was in now couldn’t even begin to compare to earlier.

“Hhhk, haah…!”

Even though Han-gyeom had clearly just come, Seo Won didn’t stop pounding into him. With Han-gyeom’s legs no longer clamped around his waist, Seo Won grabbed one thigh and thrust in at a tilted angle.

“Haaah…! Ah, huff!”

Even with just a slight change in angle, Han-gyeom’s reaction was explosive. The way his insides clenched and quivered, it was as if someone had shoved a vibrator deep inside him. His wide eyes lost focus, swaying aimlessly as high-pitched moans spilled out of his lips, while his cock dribbled the last remnants of cum in thick drops—it was utterly enticing.

“Nngh, ugh!”

Han-gyeom could barely form words, only managing to swallow moans that bubbled up from his throat. Seo Won, now completely consumed by desire, gripped down with trembling hands as he pushed in even deeper.

Seo Won looked down at Han-gyeom, who was pinned beneath him, and suddenly thrust upward in one powerful motion. Han-gyeom’s lower belly jolted, and his inner walls rippled in response.

“Ha-ughk!”

Caught in the dizzying waves of pleasure, Han-gyeom had been teetering on the edge of consciousness, but that one sharp strike snapped him back to his senses. He sucked in a breath and cast Seo Won a pleading, pained look, but the relentless thrusting didn’t stop.

The lewd squelching noises filled the room without pause. Fueling that obscene rhythm, the red glow of Han-gyeom’s scattered Guiding energy fed Seo Won’s ecstatic, insatiable lust.

“Ah… ahh…”

A heavy climax was surging through Han-gyeom’s core again. Moaning louder, he twisted his body, every nerve wound tight with the urge to come.

But Seo Won’s hand gripped his cock firmly, fingers wrapped in a tight seal over the tip, blocking his urethra completely. The mounting pleasure couldn’t reach its final, blissful release.

Han-gyeom’s legs, spread wide and shaking, rubbed and pressed against the sheets, twitching  as they scraped against the fabric. With his flushed body shamelessly exposed, his hips rolling and legs thrown open, the sight was obscenely erotic.

“Nngh, ah—!”

The blocked orgasm, caged and building, was on the verge of exploding from deep within.

The sheer scale of the pleasure rolling over him was terrifying, and yet there was no way for it to be released. With his head overtaken by the maddening need to climax, Han-gyeom clung to Seo Won through gasping moans soaked in heat.

“I… I wanna come…!”

“No. Not yet.”

Seo Won’s eyes glowed red-hot, wild and blazing. His cock slowly began to pull out of Han-gyeom’s clinging insides. With only the head left inside, the walls instinctively tried to close in, contracting as if desperately trying to hold onto him. That hollow emptiness inside itched unbearably, begging to be filled again.

“If you really want it, either don’t come—or get on top.”

Seo Won slammed back in, deep and hard. The walls that had been closing in suddenly spread wide from the force, and the lump of Han-gyeom’s prostate was crushed under the impact.

As if someone had pressed a pleasure-trigger, Han-gyeom cried out with a mind-shattering moan, pleasure flooding him with no accompanying release.

“Hngh, aaah! Ah—!”

His chest arched, his hips lifted higher than ever before, and his head fell back. He didn’t even register the tear that finally slipped from the corner of his eye, hanging there until it dropped.

His mind was slipping—no, it had already been swept away. A scorching bolt of pleasure crackled through his entire body like an electric current. From somewhere deep inside him, it felt as if a bomb of ecstasy had exploded. But despite all of that, there was one undeniable fact—There was no release.

Han-gyeom’s cock, completely sealed by Seo Won’s grasp, remained rock hard, throbbing without mercy.

Seo Won furrowed his brows slightly, feeling Han-gyeom’s cock twitch violently in his grip. At the same time, an aching pleasure surged from below. The inner walls that had been squeezing him so tightly now clamped down with a violent tremor. It was as though Han-gyeom’s insides were trying to milk his cock, undulating and caressing him in waves.

Had Seo Won let his guard down even for a moment, he would have spilled everything inside Han-gyeom right then and there.

“Ha…”

Han-gyeom couldn’t even exhale—he just kept swallowing back breath after breath, his head tilted back. In his place, hot breaths slipped out from between Seo Won’s lips.

“Didn’t even come, and you still did so well.”

Seo Won murmured, stretching out a hand to gently caress Han-gyeom’s cheek. Only then did Han-gyeom’s labored breathing begin to ease, and his chest and hips, which had been floating high in tension, slowly descended.

Seo Won could feel Han-gyeom’s cock trembling in his grip. The other hand, which had been stroking Han-gyeom’s cheek, slowly moved down. It trailed along the line of his neck, gliding past the collarbone and resting on his flat chest that rose and fell with each shallow breath.

“Keep this up and your heart’s gonna burst.”

“Hngh… haa…”

Han-gyeom’s tear-soaked lashes trembled with a delicate flutter. They danced so prettily that Seo Won couldn’t resist and pressed his lips gently to Han-gyeom’s reddened eyelid.

After a moment’s hesitation, Han-gyeom whispered softly.

“You… come too.”

Han-gyeom’s insides were still convulsing violently—more than enough to be considered excessive. Unlike before, it wasn’t an explosive climax, but a simmering ache that lingered deep within, transmitting that delicious heat directly into Seo Won’s senses. Because of that, Seo Won was already teetering on the edge himself.

Though his instincts screamed with urgency, he moved carefully for Han-gyeom’s sake—tenderly, not wanting to overwhelm him. He continued to kiss him sweetly, never breaking the rhythm. He licked and nudged around the inside of Han-gyeom’s mouth, and with each thrust, pressed into the deepest, most sensitive spot within him. Each time he did, Han-gyeom’s cock—still denied release—twitched violently again.

Gasping for air, Han-gyeom locked eyes with Seo Won, pupils dilated with dazed euphoria. As if that look were a signal, the movements inside him grew rougher and deeper.

“Hah… uh… ah! Haah…!”

“Cha Han-gyeom…”

His name was whispered sweetly against his ear. Seo Won’s breath, thick with heat, and his low, husky voice brushed over Han-gyeom like a careful caress.

Their eyes remained locked as they exchanged gasps and moans. Pressed together so tightly, they could feel the same heartbeat through their chests, thudding in perfect sync.

Just realizing that made Seo Won feel like even his heart was being touched—stroked from the inside.

“Hngh… ngh, I… I’m gonna… hah! I think I’m gonna come…!”

“You can, Cha Han-gyeom.”

Seo Won gave him permission while nibbling gently at his ear. Han-gyeom’s moan instantly rose in pitch.

In sync with that, Seo Won’s thrusts became faster, deeper, more urgent. The wet slap of flesh against flesh, the obscene squelching sounds, and Han-gyeom’s ragged, desperate cries were enough to drive Seo Won nearly insane.

Seo Won’s cock, now completely buried inside, swelled once more at the brink of release. Han-gyeom felt it—and even before the pleasure could crest, the sensation had him clenching his fists tight.

“Kh…!”

A muffled groan escaped Seo Won’s lips as something sharp and electric exploded inside Han-gyeom. That searing, condensed heat poured deep into him, sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing through his brain.

At that precise moment, Seo Won finally let go of Han-gyeom’s cock, which he had been holding back all this time.

“Huaaah! Aah—!”

Han-gyeom’s entire body jolted upward, and his cock—denied release for so long—finally erupted, sending long streams of cum arcing over his lifted torso. It wasn’t just his own chest and belly that were streaked with the sticky fluid; some of it splattered onto Seo Won’s body too, who had been leaning in for a kiss, leaving both their chests and stomachs smeared in the thick, wet mess.

Levia
Author: Levia

Ghost Apple

Ghost Apple

Status: Completed Author:
Top (Gong): Seo Won (33) A cold-type S-Class Esper who uses ESP (Extra-Sensory Perception), veiled in ominous black energy. His mastery over ice is so advanced he can even create autonomous duplicates of himself. CEO of   Prism BioBattery   and the last remaining mixed-blood heir of the Kangsan Group. He was once doomed to die young due to his genetics, but survived after receiving a heart transplant from a perfectly matched S-Class Esper. However, that heart already bore someone else's Imprint. To survive, he must track down the Guide who etched that Imprint—bind them to his side, no matter what it takes. *** Bottom (Soo): Cha Han-gyeom (28) A rare Guide who uses GP (Guiding Perception) to stabilize the ESP channels of others. His abilities are so atypical that he’s unclassifiable by standard grading systems. An unregistered Guide working off the grid, making a living by selling his guidance through underground brokers. He lost his beloved Imprinter five years ago, and now lives as a hollow shell, waiting quietly for death. Then, one day, a man with piercing blue eyes appears before him. But why does   that man’s heart   carry the Imprint   he   engraved long ago? *** At an unofficial research facility created by the Association, Cha Han-gyeom was horrifically exploited. Five years ago, he escaped that place the moment he lost his Imprinter. One day, while scraping by at the very bottom of the pit—selling his guiding ability just to survive—someone appeared before him. Seo Won, whose entire body was veined with black streaks, on the verge of completely losing control. A man with cold blue eyes—and a heart burning like fire. “Cha Han-gyeom.” He spoke Han-gyeom’s name, which he hadn't even been told, as if tasting it on his tongue. With both hands planted on the desk Han-gyeom was leaning against, he leaned in close. As the overhead light cast his shadow long and deep, it fell across Han-gyeom’s face like a dark veil. “Don’t forget what I said earlier.” Suddenly trapped in the man’s arms, Han-gyeom turned his head away, pretending to be unfazed, and exhaled a plume of cigarette smoke. “What are you talking about?” The man abruptly grabbed the hand holding the cigarette. Han-gyeom’s hand fit perfectly in that firm, commanding grip. “I said if you want… I can do   even more   than that.”

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