Chapter 126
Do-heon pressed against Cheong-yeon so persistently that their lower bodies were completely flush against each other.
“Ah!”
At some point, Do-heon, without withdrawing his cock, mischievously circled his hips while still inside. Cheong-yeon’s plump buttocks were compressed against the solid pelvis, crumpling like dough.
Each time Do-heon moved his hips slowly, squelching sounds continuously echoed from where they were joined.
His insides were already filled beyond capacity, making him feel uncomfortably full. The intimidating shaft was crushing and exploring every sensitive spot inside Cheong-yeon. His waist trembled finely as he felt his entire inner wall being pressured.
From behind, Do-heon kept pressing him about the interview content, but Cheong-yeon could barely hear him, let alone be in a state to answer.
“Agh!”
Do-heon began thrusting his lower body roughly again in an offbeat rhythm. Unable to withstand the weight and force, Cheong-yeon’s body was pushed forward. He desperately reached out to brace himself against the wall. His neat fingernails scraped the shower wall as they trembled precariously.
“There’s no way, haah, there would be an Alpha your age around you.”
“Ah, Do-heon! Hngh.”
Each time their wet flesh separated and collided again, raw moans erupted alternately from both of them.
“Ah. Or did you meet someone behind my back?”
Do-heon uttered ominously.
“No, I said no. Mmm… It was just something I said, why do you keep, saying strange things…!”
What, should I have said I like someone older and taller than you? That would sound strange to anyone! It’s not like I was advertising that I’m seeing someone.
In Cheong-yeon’s experience, the best strategy for mundane questions about ideal types was to give mundane answers. Being interrogated about interview content that had no significance was frustrating and unfair.
“And besides, I can’t even remember well… Hngh!”
In response to the rebellious, disrespectful tone, Do-heon pulled his cock completely out of Cheong-yeon’s hole.
“Huk.”
The red inner flesh clinging to the shaft was visibly dragged out with it. The freshly withdrawn cock was soaked with fluid. The mighty shaft glistened in the light, looking even more formidable than its original form.
“Why did you suddenly pull out?”
Cheong-yeon tilted his head and whined. His lower region felt empty after suddenly being vacant.
“I’m going to put it back in.”
Do-heon murmured reassuringly as he turned Cheong-yeon’s body around. Face to face now, Cheong-yeon’s flushed face with tears welling up was revealed under the bathroom light.
He lifted one of Cheong-yeon’s legs, hooking the back of his knee over his arm. Then he pressed the glistening tip of his cock against the perineum. As the wet flesh rubbed together, lewd squelching sounds spread from below.
The hole that had just been fully engulfing Do-heon’s cock quivered, begging for insertion. When the blunt tip of the cock brushed against the hole, it contracted and expanded repeatedly.
“Hurry…”
Cheong-yeon pleaded softly.
Do-heon kept his gaze fixed on Cheong-yeon’s slightly parted lips, which were emitting moans, as he gripped his own cock. Then he aligned the tip with the hole and inserted it to the root.
“Mmmnng.”
Unlike the first insertion, the inside, already softened, smoothly accepted Do-heon’s cock. Despite pushing it in all at once to the deepest part, the passage opened gently without severe pressure.
“Ah, damn it.”
Feeling the inner walls warmly enveloping his shaft, Do-heon let out an exclamation and burrowed even deeper into Cheong-yeon.
Because of the garter belt, neither the underwear nor the shirt could be properly removed, making the fabric stretch tightly and the position uncomfortable. However, Do-heon and Cheong-yeon tangled their bodies together without minding at all.
“Hm. Who fastened this belt for you?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Do you wear things like this every time you shoot? Fuck. I hope no one else has seen it?”
When he demanded harshly with a curse, Cheong-yeon unconsciously lowered his gaze and closed his eyes. Do-heon wouldn’t allow this and grabbed Cheong-yeon’s face to make him meet his eyes.
As he pulled his hips back and then thrust in so hard that the sound of flesh slapping echoed, Cheong-yeon shuddered.
“Ngh! Mmph.”
“Yoo Cheong-yeon.”
Do-heon urged him as if demanding an answer. Cheong-yeon shook his head frantically and clung to Do-heon.
“Nobody saw it. Ah. You’re the first to see it.”
Despite getting the answer he wanted, Do-heon’s eyes, clouded with lust, wouldn’t leave Cheong-yeon.
Cheong-yeon’s appearance—completely soaked from head to toe and struggling heavily—was both pitiful and chillingly erotic. Each time the pink nipples peeked through the wet shirt, Do-heon’s movements became even more violent.
Unable to contain his excitement, he lowered his head to lick and bite Cheong-yeon’s shoulder, leaving marks.
“Do-heon, don’t. Haah. I have a fitting tomorrow, if marks remain…”
Despite Cheong-yeon’s plea, Do-heon gnawed at his collarbone and various parts of his chest like an animal.
“Mmmn, really, ngh, you can’t.”
“Don’t show it to other men.”
“Ah, now I’m really, hng, going to fall.”
Staggering, Cheong-yeon buried his face in Do-heon’s chest. In response, Do-heon placed his hand under the back of Cheong-yeon’s other knee and lifted his body up entirely.
“Huk! Director!”
Shocked by the sudden floating sensation, Cheong-yeon wrapped his arms around Do-heon’s neck.
“Do-heon.”
“P-put me down, Do-heon. What if I fall?”
“Hm, you won’t fall.”
Do-heon vigorously thrust his pelvis upward while holding Cheong-yeon face to face.
“Haaang!”
Thump! With the sound of flesh colliding, his cock buried deep into the inner wall.
Afraid that Do-heon might drop him, Cheong-yeon tightly gripped his shoulders and tensed his entire body. Naturally, this tightened his lower region, snugly wrapping around the shaft.
Do-heon, feeling the chilling pleasure, gritted his teeth and thrust his hips faster.
“Nngh.”
“Ah, huuh, so deep…”
As the pace became rougher and faster, sticky fluid dripped onto the tiles with squelching friction sounds from below. It was an explicit and embarrassingly raw sound that made his face flush.
Cheong-yeon shook his head vigorously and hugged Do-heon tightly. While the feeling of having both legs suspended in the air was frightening, there was also the tension of the precariousness. An indescribable sensuality traveled up his spine.
The more he clung to him and pressed their bodies together, the closer he came to his limit. Cheong-yeon’s cock, trapped between their bellies, was already beyond erect and dripping pre-cum.
“I’m going to, cum, nng! Aah, I’m going to cum. Haah.”
Cheong-yeon moaned pleadingly. His voice was half-hoarse from continuously making delirious sounds.
Matching the rising excitement, Do-heon’s movement speed also gradually became more urgent.
“Nng! Mmmng, ngh.”
Do-heon’s hands gripping Cheong-yeon’s waist tightened. Along with the grip squeezing his body, the breaths he exhaled became even more fierce.
As the half-withdrawn cock thrust into the furthest part of the inner wall, Cheong-yeon’s nerves were steeped in pure pleasure.
“Do-heon, wait. Ah, I can’t, haah… take anymore.”
Finally, Cheong-yeon reached climax first.
“Hng, ah. Aaah…!”
The inner walls clung even more tightly to his cock due to the impact of ejaculation, and Do-heon followed with his own climax.
Semen surged into his abdomen, making it feel bloated. Cheong-yeon closed his eyes and took heavy breaths, feeling uncomfortably full, as if his belly might burst.
“Haah… Haah…”
“Ah…”
The two embraced each other’s bodies tightly, trying to fully absorb the pleasure they hadn’t yet completely digested. Thanks to this, the sound of each other’s heartbeats was clearly transmitted through their skin. Hot breaths touched their ears and dispersed repeatedly.
A moment later, exhausted, Cheong-yeon eventually went limp in Do-heon’s arms. In the languidness that followed the pleasure, he didn’t even fear falling anymore. Do-heon’s strong arms holding him now felt only comforting.
“Mmmmn.”
Do-heon slowly buried his cock back into the incredibly softened flesh while grinding his pelvis. The inside, drenched in semen, was blissfully hot and soft. Occasionally, when the delicate flesh of the inner wall contracted around his cock in response to stimulation, an intense lust and satisfaction surged together, making his lower abdomen ache.
“I’m tired…”
Cheong-yeon whined as he caught his breath.
In the end, they hadn’t even showered, and he couldn’t even properly take off his clothes. It was an unpleasant state in many ways.
Suddenly annoyed at Do-heon for pouncing on him in the bathroom, Cheong-yeon put his lips on his neck, bared his teeth, and then sucked hard.
“Chup.”
A kiss mark was left on the outer side of his neck, in a position that could barely be covered by a turtleneck. Do-heon didn’t seem to care much.
Instead, he offered his neck to make it easier to bite, as if encouraging him to continue.
“Do more.”
“…No thanks. Put me down now. It’s uncomfortable.”
Only then did Do-heon lower Cheong-yeon to the floor. Simultaneously, his cock naturally slipped out, and the semen that had pooled inside Cheong-yeon’s belly dripped down.
“Uungh.”
“I’ll wash you.”
Do-heon bent down in front of the staggering Cheong-yeon. He began to remove Cheong-yeon’s crumpled and stretched clothes one by one.
First, he unfastened the garter belt squeezing his thighs, then completely removed the ruined shirt and underwear.
“You knew how to unfasten the belt?”
Surprised by his skillful hands, Cheong-yeon looked down at Do-heon.
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s simple.”
“But why…”
Cheong-yeon was about to ask why he hadn’t undressed him and had thrust into him as he was, but realizing the question was too intimate, he closed his mouth.
“Why did you stop talking?”
“It’s nothing.”
At Do-heon’s shameless response, Cheong-yeon narrowed his eyes and turned his head away.
Having bent down to personally undress him, Do-heon looked up at the now completely naked Cheong-yeon and kissed his fair thigh. There were marks left where the garter belt had been fastened on both thighs. Since he had held onto those marks and thrust from behind, the reddened lines were quite distinct where the flesh had been pressed.
Chuup, chuup.
Do-heon moved his lips along the reddened traces of the garter belt.
“Ah, Do-heon.”
As his face gradually moved toward the inside of his thighs, Cheong-yeon pushed him away in alarm.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
