Chapter 215
“…Nngh!”
Tae-geon’s waist bent inward violently as his entire body’s muscles contracted to their limit. Something that was clearly his pheromones pierced through Hyeon-woo’s skin pores and quickly swirled inside him. His whole body heated up, and his heart pounded as if it would burst.
Tae-geon’s body, responding so faithfully to his touch, was unbearably lovable.
It was a sight only he could see. A body that responded only to him. It was his alone. It belonged to him.
He wanted to see more, much more of Tae-geon desiring him, craving his touch, and finally succumbing to him.
Thoroughly enthralled by the urge stirring in his chest, Hyeon-woo suddenly grasped Tae-geon’s dick with both hands and began to shake it. A sound like wringing out laundry came from the wet underwear.
Hyeon-woo gazed, entranced, at Tae-geon’s excited face as he moaned hotly with his eyes closed, feeling the stimulation Hyeon-woo was giving him.
The thing in his hands had grown even larger than before. The surface, bumpy with protruding veins, could be felt clearly through the high-quality fabric. It contained the crystallization of desire, writhing without hiding its lust for him.
…I want to see it….
Burning with impatience, his lips went dry. Hyeon-woo stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip once, then gently bit it with his white teeth, making it glisten with saliva.
Tae-geon, who had been watching Hyeon-woo intently with hazy eyes, had his Adam’s apple bob greatly once.
Hyeon-woo slowly pulled down Tae-geon’s underwear. The dick that had been wrapped in the elastic fabric and pulled down together sprang back up with tremendous force, nearly hitting Hyeon-woo in the cheek.
Hyeon-woo blankly stared at the thing standing straight up towards the sky, oozing sticky fluid from its urethral opening. He raised a finger and, contrary to before, scraped it up in one go from the root of the testicle-attached hole to the glans, along the prominently bulging urethra.
“Hnngh…!”
Hyeon-woo’s head spun at Tae-geon’s body movement, which jerked as if electrocuted. Tae-geon’s moans penetrating his ears completely captivated Hyeon-woo’s mind.
The dick, with blue veins standing out, twitched once as if responding to Hyeon-woo’s heated gaze. Hyeon-woo grasped its root in his hand. Soon, the erect tip was sucked into Hyeon-woo’s mouth.
Tae-geon’s hips jumped into the air as an electrifying pleasure struck like lightning. He looked with heated eyes at the crown of Hyeon-woo’s head, who was on his knees between his spread legs, buried in oral sex.
“Haah…. Is it delicious, Hyeon-woo?”
Slurp, suck.
Hyeon-woo’s cheeks bulged and sank repeatedly as he sucked on Tae-geon’s dick in a trance-like state. Each time his throat swallowed and released the glans, it transmitted an ecstatic pressure.
As Tae-geon threw his head back and let out a satisfied exclamation, Hyeon-woo’s untouched dick twitched and dripped sticky pre-cum. The situation was no different in the back. The hole that gushed out fluid was unbearably itchy.
Hyeon-woo abruptly spat out Tae-geon’s thing from his mouth. Hyeon-woo’s mouth, reddened from prolonged friction, was coated and glistening with sticky fluid.
Hyeon-woo, who had been lying prone, half-raised his body and pulled down his pajama bottoms and underwear in one go. Then he hurriedly thrust his fingers into the hole that was opening and closing on its own. At the same time, he grasped Tae-geon’s dick with his other hand and shook it strongly.
Squelch, squelch.
The sound of fingers entering and exiting the wet hole was maddeningly lewd. Tae-geon felt like his head was going to explode because of Hyeon-woo masturbating his dick. He felt as if his brain was not just boiling, but melting from the intense stimulation unfolding before his eyes.
Hyeon-woo’s hand, which had been rapidly stroking Tae-geon’s dick, suddenly stopped.
Hyeon-woo reached for a small box on the bed, opened it, and dumped all the pouches inside onto the bed. He tore open one of them and took out a condom, then tried to put it on Tae-geon’s dick, but it was difficult to do so as the dick were slippery with pre-cum.
Hyeon-woo’s hand movements were clearly clumsy, as if it was his first time. Somehow pleased by this, a lewd moan suddenly escaped Tae-geon’s lips. Hyeon-woo’s fingernail had accidentally scratched the indented corona of Tae-geon’s glans while struggling to grasp his dick.
Hyeon-woo was startled by Tae-geon’s intense reaction. His abs were still strongly contracting and relaxing from the recent stimulation. Watching this reaction with a strange expression, Hyeon-woo raised his nail and scratched the same spot once more.
“Urgh…! You!”
As Tae-geon tried to sit up with a reddened face, Hyeon-woo pushed him back down forcefully.
“I’m going to do it.”
“…”
“You said this was mine. I’m going to do as I please.”
Saying this while kneading the dick, Hyeon-woo took off his top as well. Then he started wiping Tae-geon’s dick with it. The smooth pajamas, strongly infused with Hyeon-woo’s body scent and pheromones, repeatedly rubbed against his dick.
“…This is maddening…”
Tae-geon clicked his tongue, placing a hand on his feverish forehead. This couldn’t be possible unless he was born with an innate talent for driving him crazy.
After roughly wiping off the copious fluid, Hyeon-woo tried again, and finally, the thin latex membrane tightly wrapped around Tae-geon’s dick. Even though it was the largest size, the condom kept rolling back up due to the recoil, and he barely managed to unroll it all, but it still fell far short of covering to the root of the shaft.
Hyeon-woo kneaded Tae-geon’s dick again in that state. The surface, feeling sticky as if covered with a thin vinyl membrane yet bumpy with protrusions, felt somehow different from his usual texture, giving an odd sensation. Perversely, his hole gushed sticky love juices in anticipation.
Hyeon-woo, straddling Tae-geon’s waist, grasped his dick and aimed it towards his own hole. Although the formidable size was a bit frightening, the desire to possess Tae-geon soon took precedence.
The moment the erect glans tip met the puckered entrance, a chilling thrill ran through both their bodies.
As Hyeon-woo slowly lowered his hips, his hole widened to the diameter of the shaft and began to softly swallow the entering dick.
“Hnngh…!”
“Kuh….”
Contrary to his impatient heart, the unfamiliar pressure made it feel like his insides would burst out of his mouth.
Tae-geon grabbed Hyeon-woo’s pelvis, which was pushing his lower body without skill, and put on the brakes. Then he led Hyeon-woo to prevent any mishaps. Finally, Tae-geon’s dick was buried to the hilt.
“…Haah….”
Hearing Tae-geon’s low moan mixed with a metallic sound, Hyeon-woo’s hips involuntarily began to move, unable to hold back.
Each time he raised his lower body high and lowered it, goosebumps spread across his entire body from the unfamiliar feeling of the bumpy protrusions scratching his mucous membranes. Hyeon-woo shuddered once, shaking violently, and tried to maintain his sanity.
There was something he needed to confirm. That was also the reason why he had taken more inhibitors than usual. He absolutely must not forget his purpose.
Gritting his teeth, Hyeon-woo tried his best to find the pleasurable spot by changing the angle of his hips. It was somewhere around here. The place where Tae-geon would persistently torment until the inner walls swelled up.
It was right at that moment when Hyeon-woo was moving his hips intricately to find the position. The extremely sensitive spot on his inner wall was brushed by the firm tip of the shaft.
“Hnng…!”
His waist involuntarily bent from the intense pleasure running up his spine. The prostate that Tae-geon’s dick had brushed past was twitching. If his hole hadn’t been plugged by Tae-geon’s thing, love juices would have surely gushed out.
Hyeon-woo, who had shuddered briefly, finally aimed Tae-geon’s glans tip at his prostate that he had found and continued shallow friction. It was then, as Hyeon-woo’s waist was half-collapsed and convulsing repeatedly from the unbearable stimulation, that he heard Tae-geon’s ominous breathing.
“…Huff, huff.”
The increasingly rapid breathing sounded alarming. Hyeon-woo quickly raised his head and examined Tae-geon.
“…Choi Tae-geon?”
Tae-geon’s chest was heaving greatly as he breathed roughly. Hyeon-woo hurriedly pulled out his dick and adjusted his posture.
“Choi Tae-geon! Come to your senses!”
“Huff, huff.”
Tae-geon, who had been breathing as if his lungs would burst, forcibly opened his eyes as if responding to Hyeon-woo’s desperate voice.
Gazing intently at Hyeon-woo with a terribly pained expression, Tae-geon moved his lips.
“Hyeon-woo, hey, huff, I’m sorry….”
At that moment, a fierce pain assaulted Hyeon-woo’s heart.
Seeing Tae-geon uttering the same words with the same face as when he had handed Jerome over to him after safely rescuing him from the hot pit of fire, Hyeon-woo was certain about what that incomprehensible apology from back then was about. And then he remembered. The winter when he was twenty, when Tae-geon’s possessiveness towards him had reached its extreme.
It was Tae-geon who had almost lost everything before his eyes, unable to control that twisted possessiveness.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
