Chapter 87
The moans escaping his mouth seemed to be sucked back into his throat. Everything Cheong-yeon thought he knew about Do-heon shattered into pieces.
The noble Dominant Alpha who others looked up to, with his excessive pursuit of perfection, confidence bordering on arrogance, and domineering personality—all appropriate modifiers to describe Do-heon.
Seeing such a Do-heon ravenously licking his lower region was hardly believable.
“Aaaah.”
As if to defy Cheong-yeon’s firm belief in the cold and stoic persona of Moon Do-heon, he was putting his mouth on the most intimate part of his body without hesitation.
Through the humid, hot breath touching the inside of his buttocks, Cheong-yeon could vividly feel how excited Do-heon was.
When his tongue didn’t stop at licking but delved into the folds, Cheong-yeon flailed his limbs like someone burned and pushed him away.
“D-Director! Hnn…”
How can he insert his tongue like that?
Cheong-yeon continued pushing Do-heon away with a pale face. But the more he resisted, the stronger Do-heon’s grip became on his hamstrings, making each escape attempt fail.
The long tongue completely opened the folds and entered, touching every part of the slippery inner flesh. His hole involuntarily twitched at the unbearable pleasure.
“Hngh. Ah, no.”
“Why?”
Do-heon asked with his face still buried there. Cheong-yeon wanted nothing more than to run away. Not only was he exposing a part of himself that should never be seen by anyone, but to have a tongue touching it…
Why was Do-heon doing this? In all their previous intimacies, there had never been such a primal and embarrassing act.
“It’s dir-ty… haaunggh!”
An uncontrollable moan escaped Cheong-yeon’s lips.
Though he clearly hated it intensely, his lower region was more stimulated than ever and rock hard. That fact made this moment even more agonizing.
“It’s not dirty.”
“D-don’t… don’t speak…”
Bothered by the breaths scattering around his groin, Cheong-yeon shook his head and mumbled.
At that, Do-heon raised his upper body and looked at the sniffling Cheong-yeon.
“Your face doesn’t look like you dislike it.”
“Just, please put it in…”
“You’re still far from relaxed enough.”
Do-heon said while gently rubbing Cheong-yeon’s hole with his thumb. Perhaps because it had been widened by his tongue, the hole was more pliable than before and easily swallowed the first joint of his finger, but it was still insufficient for immediate penetration by his cock.
“I don’t want this…”
Cheong-yeon flipped his body while Do-heon’s face was away from his groin. Then, barely putting strength into his weakened legs, he crawled to the edge of the bed.
“Where do you keep trying to escape to?”
“Ah, let me go!”
But his ankle was quickly caught by Do-heon and dragged back down.
Do-heon lightly slapped Cheong-yeon’s round buttocks as if admonishing him, then gripped and spread the thick flesh on both sides.
Suddenly finding himself in a prone position with only his buttocks exposed, Cheong-yeon struggled, not knowing what to do. Regardless, Do-heon buried his lips again on the hole within the plump flesh and inserted his tongue once more.
“Ahngh… it’s dirty. There… please, ungh, mmm! No-o…”
Do-heon pressed his face closer to insert his tongue deeper. As a result, his straight nose bridge was firmly pressed against the cleft of Cheong-yeon’s buttocks. The shape could be felt vividly.
“Hnnp.”
Cheong-yeon nearly burst into tears. It felt so good it could kill him, and simultaneously, it was mortifyingly embarrassing. Every time Do-heon’s soft tongue entered and licked the writhing inner walls, an electrifying pleasure coursed through his entire body.
Cheong-yeon’s hole twitched, repeatedly tightening and loosening around the foreign object as if welcoming it. Do-heon tilted his head slightly as if kissing, and delved deeper, ignoring the lewd, slurping sounds. Sometimes, as if being mischievous, he would gently bite the tender flesh around the hole with his teeth and release it.
All Cheong-yeon could do was bury his face in the sheets and sob. It was a completely different kind of pleasure from penetration, so intense that he vaguely feared something might actually happen to him.
He couldn’t control his body as everywhere the tongue touched felt like it was melting, with sensations both ticklish and overwhelming. It was an infinitely soft and delicate yet intense stimulation.
“Mmmh, now it’s really, fine… please put it in. Hic, Director. Please?”
His tearful pleas continued again and again. Eventually, Do-heon removed his face that had been buried in Cheong-yeon’s buttocks for quite some time and inserted his fingers again.
“Hnghk.”
“Much better.”
Do-heon murmured with satisfaction as he checked the softened inner walls by pressing them with his fingertips. Then he made Cheong-yeon lie on his back, positioned himself between his legs, and settled in place.
Only then did Cheong-yeon see the state of Do-heon’s face, and his cheeks flushed bright red. Do-heon’s lips, chin, and prominent nose bridge were all wet and glistening.
Do-heon furrowed his brow as if he couldn’t hold back any longer and aligned the tip of his cock with Cheong-yeon’s hole. The lower part, opening much more smoothly than before, accepted the cock.
“Ah…”
“Cheong-yeon.”
He called Cheong-yeon’s name softly as he inserted his shaft very slowly. Cheong-yeon flinched his shoulders, feeling a strange tickling sensation in his ears as the deep voice flowed in.
“Even if I hurt you, huu.”
“Uu. Ungh.”
The well-relaxed inner walls seemed to open without difficulty, but when the cock entered halfway, it started to become burdensome. Cheong-yeon bit his lower lip at the tight sensation.
Do-heon cupped Cheong-yeon’s chin as if wanting him to look at him and lifted his head. Then, after licking his upper lip, wet with fluid, with his tongue, he spoke in a deep voice.
“I’ll heal everything when you wake up, so don’t worry.”
“…What?”
Before Cheong-yeon could fully understand his words, Do-heon thrust his cock in all at once with a thud!
“Aaack!”
Along with the sound of flesh slapping, Cheong-yeon’s scream echoed in the bedroom. The forcibly spread inner walls clung tightly to the cock.
“Kuh.”
Do-heon let out a gasp and momentarily stopped moving while still fully inserted.
“Ah, Director. Wait… I, too…”
Cheong-yeon looked up at him with a stiff expression. Thanks to being loosened by the tongue, it wasn’t as painful as before, but that didn’t mean there was no pain at all.
His insides felt sore and burning enough to make his lips tremble. He couldn’t believe that such a large thing had actually entered all the way.
The one fortunate aspect, unlike the earlier moment of pure pain, was that a subtle heat was now warmly rising from inside his inner walls.
“Haa, haa.”
Do-heon, who had been waiting for Cheong-yeon to adjust, pulled his hips back when the stiffened flesh softened again. Without giving any respite, he thrust his cock back in.
“Haaungh! Haak…”
Cheong-yeon shook helplessly at the fierce and rapid movements that came in an instant. Each time the hot, hard shaft filled him completely, all his inner flesh was pressed down, and an overwhelming pleasure continuously surged.
As if he had never been patient, Do-heon’s pelvis mercilessly struck against the inside of Cheong-yeon’s thighs. Harsh slapping sounds mingled with both their moans.
Cheong-yeon wrapped his two legs, fluttering in the air, around Do-heon’s waist and reached out to him.
“Hngh, hnn, anhk… aaungh.”
He wanted to beg for a kiss, but only cries of pleasure came from his mouth. However, Do-heon understood the meaning from Cheong-yeon’s body language alone and bent down to kiss him.
“Mmm… mm.”
Their lips met intensely, and their tongues tangled messily. Do-heon’s rich pheromones stirred all of Cheong-yeon’s senses, maximizing his sexual pleasure. It was almost violently commanding him not to think of anything else.
As Do-heon intended, Cheong-yeon clung to him, begging for deeper, more intense kisses. He bit Do-heon’s lips first, nibbling them, and traced the mucous membrane, avoiding the pursuing tongue.
And unable to bear even the brief moment when their lips separated, he provoked Do-heon by planting kisses on his jaw and around his mouth.
In response, Do-heon gently pressed Cheong-yeon’s shoulders down onto the bed and thrust his hips upward.
“Aungh…”
“Drunk and fearless.”
He glared at Cheong-yeon with an expression that suggested he might devour him at any moment.
“It’s not because I’m drunk… I wanted to kiss, ungh, you, Director.”
Cheong-yeon didn’t avoid his gaze.
“Haa, and you’re not sober either.”
It was strange that until just now, he had been trembling in fear of Do-heon, but now he was desperate for more aggression. Whether due to the pheromones or, as Do-heon said, because he was drunk, he kept craving something.
He liked Do-heon’s rough penetration, which came with pain. Even though the feeling of pressed inner walls was still overwhelming, it was much better than the past three years of intimacy when Do-heon would look down at him with indifferent eyes and penetrate him out of obligation.
Although it was due to the influence of pheromones originating from the rut cycle, Cheong-yeon felt elation that Do-heon was, even briefly, completely focused on him.
In response to Cheong-yeon’s provocation, Do-heon crashed his lips against his again. As if trying to penetrate the inner walls deeper than before, he remained fully inserted for a few seconds, firmly grinding his hips, then slowly withdrew.
“Hnn, ahnng.”
Each time the thick veins protruding on the shaft scraped against the softened inner walls as they entered and exited, moans continuously leaked from his mouth.
Once he became accustomed to the size of Do-heon’s cock, which had seemed impossible to adapt to, Cheong-yeon’s inner flesh subtly tightened and loosened around the shaft in rhythm with the penetration, urging him on.
The already soaking wet inner walls softened when the cock filled them completely, and each time it withdrew, they clung tightly as if unwilling to let go. The reddened flesh followed the bumpy cock, repeatedly being pulled slightly outward and then going back in.
“Huhk, huhk.”
Do-heon, almost at his climax, straightened his upper body while breathing heavily. He gathered Cheong-yeon’s two slender legs together, draped them over one of his shoulders, and began mercilessly stirring his insides.
Cheong-yeon’s buttocks, swollen and red from rubbing against Do-heon’s firm groin and pubic hair, twitched as they accepted the cock inside. After countless repetitions of penetration, the inner flesh that had only been tight suddenly began to open easily without any resistance.
Do-heon, gritting his teeth, didn’t take his eyes off Cheong-yeon’s pleasure-soaked face as he quickly thrust his hips. The fluids inside, belonging to who knows which of them, had long since made both their groins soaking wet. With each collision, making sloppy sounds, they gradually pushed each other’s limits.
Do-heon shuddered at the pleasure rising from his lower body, where blood had gathered to the point of soreness. With nothing left but the instinct to penetrate deeper, he moved his hips violently.
“Mmh, ungh! Anhk! …Aaah.”
The moment the firmly swollen cock reached the end of the inner walls, Cheong-yeon couldn’t hold back and ejaculated first. Do-heon followed shortly after, reaching his climax.
“Ha, Yoo Cheong-yeon. Huu… Yoo Cheong-yeon.”
He called Cheong-yeon’s name with a broken voice that seemed to be scratched from deep in his throat. Pleasure that couldn’t be controlled by his meager rationality washed over his entire body like a wave, sweeping away all sensations.
Knowing that Cheong-yeon would be in pain, he still forcefully buried his cock in the deepest part of the inner walls and ejaculated. Due to the influence of the rut cycle, the aftermath of his climax lasted longer than usual.
“Director…? What is this…, aaghk!”
Feeling his lower region temporarily swelling, Cheong-yeon shuddered and pushed Do-heon away. However, the cock, which had swollen with ejaculation, was tightly interlocked with the inner flesh and couldn’t move at all.
“Th-this is strange, ah, it hurts… mmph, wait a moment.”
“Huu, it’ll end soon.”
Do-heon rubbed his cheek against Cheong-yeon’s legs that were draped over his shoulder. Unable to process the raw sensations spreading through his body, he began to ravenously lick Cheong-yeon’s legs. He sucked on the white, slick calves and ankles as if to devour them, waiting for the climactic sensation and excitement of the rut to subside.
Not understanding what was happening, Cheong-yeon tensed his body and occasionally twitched as semen was expelled into his abdomen in surges.
“Huu…”
As the size of the cock buried in the inner walls gradually returned to normal, Do-heon, still excited, spread Cheong-yeon’s fair legs. And just as he was about to move his hips again, he discovered Cheong-yeon with his eyes closed as if asleep.
“Yoo Cheong-yeon?”
There was no response to Do-heon’s call. Do-heon carefully took Cheong-yeon’s hand and called his name once more. Cheong-yeon.
Still, there was no movement. There was no strength at all in the interlocked hand.
“…”
Do-heon blankly looked down at Cheong-yeon lying beneath him, and only after a long while did he realize: Cheong-yeon had fainted.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
