“Mmm,” Sanho moaned, lifting his hips. His fingers, hooked around the waistband, pulled downwards with force. His underwear and pants fell to the floor in one go. They snagged slightly on his bent knees, but with a shudder, Sanho straightened his legs, and they slid to the ground. Siwoo pushed himself further in. His white thighs, unable to contain his thick body, spread wide open. Siwoo furrowed his brows slightly.
“How did you even think about going outside like this?”
“Senior, I, uh… inhibitor…”
A large hand roughly grasped his soft thighs. The delicate skin quickly flushed crimson.
“Someone else seeing you, like this…”
As if punishing him, Siwoo forcefully slammed his hips down. Sanho’s spread legs fluttered in the air.
“What am I supposed to do when you’re acting so pretty?”
“No, I… I’m not.”
“No, you can’t. No one else can see you like this.”
He lifted Sanho’s reddened thighs. Pressing his lips to the tender flesh inside, Siwoo whispered,
“Promise you’ll only show me.”
“…Hmph.”
“Quickly.”
A pointed tongue slid smoothly into Sanho’s inner thigh. “Mmm.” Siwoo watched as Sanho let out a soundless moan, slowly moving his lips. A sucking, wet sound. The tightly closed opening began to quiver. Thick pheromones densely filled the air. Lubrication began to seep out, and the glistening hole continuously contracted and relaxed. As Siwoo’s tongue drew closer, Sanho’s trembling thighs clamped shut. Was it because of the tension? Siwoo pushed forcefully between his legs. The white thighs, previously lifted, spread wider into a V-shape, and his hips rose higher.
“You’re not answering.”
“Ugh.”
“You’re not going to answer?”
“Don’t… Senior, don’t…”
Sanho whimpered, even before Siwoo’s lips had touched the sensitive area. His lips, previously eager to suck the sweet lubrication, stopped abruptly. Siwoo chuckled, finding the shy voice rather endearing. He bared his teeth and nibbled on the most tender flesh on the inside of Sanho’s thigh. Sanho arched his back with a gasp.
“I told you. I might not be able to control myself.”
His legs, suspended in the air, trembled slightly. Sanho’s toes curled inwards. Siwoo bent down again, his body covering Sanho’s chest.
“Should I try to control myself?”
“Mmm.”
“I don’t want to do what you tell me not to, Sanho.”
He thought his own words were rather mean. But seeing the trembling boy in his arms, he felt a surge of playful teasing. Siwoo gently bit Sanho’s lower lip, his eyes curving into a smile.
“Should I stop?”
“Ah, uh… Senior.”
“You asked me to hold you earlier. Tightly.”
“…Ah.”
“Should I really stop?”
Sanho fiercely hugged Siwoo’s back, seemingly annoyed by the teasing whispers. He hadn’t even noticed when their intertwined hands had separated. Sanho’s hand scratching his back was rather forceful.
“Don’t be so annoying.”
Chuckling, Siwoo bit Sanho’s lower lip again.
“You won’t make a promise, you just tell me to stop. I want to do it.”
Suddenly, Sanho’s hand grabbed Siwoo’s shirt. It was a weak grip, but the upward tug showed his intention to take off Siwoo’s shirt. Siwoo’s eyes widened slightly before he laughed and said,
“I didn’t know you had such… bad habits with your hands, Sanho.”
At those words, Siwoo’s shirt was yanked upwards. The shirt fell to the floor with a flutter. As he was about to bend down to take off his shirt, Sanho propped himself up on his elbows, lifting his body first. His flushed eyes glared resentfully at Siwoo. Half-raised, Sanho was adorned with the marks of his own arousal, his nipples, glistening with saliva, were strikingly red. Siwoo let out a soft sigh. He felt like he couldn’t control himself anymore.
“I… will.”
Sanho stretched out his arm and hugged Siwoo’s waist. His face was pressed against Siwoo’s swollen groin. His soft cheek rubbed against his erection. His straight nose pressed against his shaft. Siwoo groaned softly, furrowing his brows.
“You’re going to… put this… inside… me, right?”
It was a lewd remark. Siwoo furrowed his brows further, placing a large hand on Sanho’s small head. His fingers repeatedly caught and released strands of his fine hair. Sanho, seemingly enjoying the touch, rubbed his cheek against Siwoo’s hand with his eyes half-closed. He looked like a cat begging to be petted. When his half-closed eyes looked up, their gazes met. Siwoo’s hand, which had been stroking Sanho’s hair, tightened.
“Mmm… Can I… suck your cock, Senior?”
Ah. Siwoo’s furrowed brows met Sanho’s face. Sanho was moving his lips, nibbling at the tip of his penis, which was throbbing inside his pants. He pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion.
“Where did you learn to say that?”
His already erect penis, freed from its confining underwear, stood tall. It bounced out, lightly hitting Sanho’s cheek. Sanho paused for a moment, looking at the large penis that had struck his cheek. It was bigger and more impressive than he had imagined. Sanho mumbled, his lips against the firm shaft.
“I can say… even more… explicit things.”
Ha, this time, Siwoo let out a slightly louder chuckle. The hand that had been firm, now gently stroked Sanho’s hair again.
“Say them, more explicit things.”
He whispered. Sanho opened his mouth slightly. The large glans was sucked into the round cavity of his mouth.
“Ugh.”
Sanho’s mouth was hot, soft, and wet. His small mouth struggled to contain the glans, saliva stretching like a thread from the corner of his lips. Sanho slowly moved his head, his brows furrowed. Even though it seemed like only half could fit, he continued to push the penis into his mouth. He could feel the glans scraping against his tongue.
“Woop…”
The glans, which had been pushed in with difficulty, finally reached his throat. Saliva that he couldn’t swallow dripped from the corner of his mouth, but Sanho slowly began to move his head. A little further away, then back again. This time a little further, then back again. The back-and-forth motion gradually increased in speed. The penis, which had only been in his mouth up to the glans, throbbed, and Sanho frantically buried his face. The penis, swallowed up to the root, slammed against his throat. His already narrow throat tightened, clamping down on the tip of the glans. The tendons in Siwoo’s hand, which had been holding Sanho’s head, bulged.
Haah, ah. Sanho stuck out his tongue, slowly pulling Siwoo’s penis, glistening with saliva, out of his mouth.
“…It’s… delicious.”
“…Baek Sanho.”
“It’s delicious, Senior’s cock.”
Siwoo looked down at Sanho with an incredulous expression, the corners of his eyes reddening. What should he do with this boy? Sanho opened his mouth as he watched Siwoo’s lips clench.
“Mess… my mouth… up.”
“Baek Sanho, you…”
“I… can… open my… throat well…”
Siwoo abruptly released Sanho’s arms from around his waist. He forcefully pushed Sanho onto the bed, sending him sprawling backward.
“You…”
His voice was thick with barely contained emotion. He trapped Sanho between his arms and growled,
“Who taught you to say those things… those words…”
Sanho weakly scratched Siwoo’s arm, which was holding him, and said in a small voice,
“At my Omega… part-time job.”
“What?”
“I liked… saying those things… to the people I met… every… time… haugh!”
“Damn it,” Siwoo cursed darkly, biting Sanho’s earlobe hard enough to hurt. Sanho winced, twisting his hips, creating a small gap. Siwoo’s large hand slipped into the opening. The large hand roughly grabbed Sanho’s white buttocks.
“Who was that guy?”
“Ah, hmph. It hurts.”
The white mound held in the large hand was squeezed tightly, as if it would burst. The skin turned red in the shape of the hand. The grip would loosen, then tighten again, seemingly in anger.
“Why… why are you angry, Senior…”
Another hand reached down. The hands gripping his buttocks tightened further.
“Yeah. I’m angry.”
“So, why…”
“I hate you hearing those things from other guys… seeing you…”
“Then… Senior can… hmph… do it to me.”
The hand roughly kneading his buttocks paused. Sanho’s slender lips moved again.
“Senior… say dirty things to me…”
Sanho whispered, looking at Siwoo with hazy eyes.
“That you want to… ram it into my hole…”
“…….”
“That you want to… fuck me… hard… ugh…”
“…….”
“That you want to… cum inside me…”
Siwoo roughly grabbed Sanho’s pelvis. His large hand, which had left red marks on his buttocks, was now leaving red marks on his pelvis.
“Get on your stomach.”
A low voice erupted. He seemed angry and impatient. As Sanho propped himself up on his elbows, the hand gripping his pelvis forcefully flipped him over.
“Aaack…!”
Sanho let out a soft gasp as his body was roughly turned. Propping himself up on his elbows and knees, Sanho turned his head to look at Siwoo. Tears welled up in his eyes, clinging to his eyelashes.
“Spread your legs.”
His knees pushed against the bedsheets as he spread his legs. The cleft between his buttocks opened, and the quivering hole shyly revealed itself. The pink hole was already wet. Siwoo’s finger touched the quivering hole.
“Haa-ugh…!”
As he pressed down on the wrinkled hole, sticky lubrication stretched out on his finger. The wet hole continuously quivered, and the lubrication flowed down his hand, wetting his wrist. His other hand moved forward. That hand also grasped Sanho’s erect penis.
“Ugh, uh… Senior.”
Sanho’s penis, completely enveloped in the large hand, throbbed. Siwoo moved his hand up and down slowly, circling the glans with his thumb. The glans, wet with pre-cum, gleamed. His thumb slid smoothly over the slippery pre-cum.
“You made such a mess, saying those things, Sanho.”
“Ugh, uhh…”
“Bad hands, bad mouth.”
Sanho’s arms, which had been supporting his body, trembled. His upper body, which had been struggling for a while, finally collapsed. His legs were spread wide open, his hips raised high in a blatant position. Tears continued to well up in Sanho’s eyes, which were pressed against the bed. Siwoo’s finger finally penetrated the hole.
“Uuuugh…!”
Sanho’s thighs trembled even though only one fingertip had been inserted. Siwoo chuckled, seeing his toes curl tightly.
“Relax.”
The inserted finger was merciless. He moved closer, pushing deeper inside. Siwoo’s hardened penis poked Sanho’s buttocks.
“Mmm, uhh, Senior.”
“Yes, Sanho.”
The inserted finger hooked inside. The hand, which pressed against the hot, tight walls, was brutal despite the gentle voice.
“Don’t cry.”
“Haa-ugh…!”
Without hesitation, another finger was added. The hole, loosened by the Heat Cycle, tightly gripped the fingers, but the added finger was easily swallowed. The hole quivered, chewing on the two fingers.
“Your hole is so wet from crying.”
“I’m not… haa… crying…”
“Then you’re cumming?”
The two fingers intertwined. Like scissors, the two bent fingers moved relentlessly inside. The long fingers poked the inner walls. He pressed gently, then stirred violently, then caressed in a circular motion, then moved back and forth roughly.
“I’m… cumming…!”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
