However, Seo Won suppressed his desire in an instant.
Just gently touching him every day wouldn’t feel like enough. He didn’t want to see Han-gyeom crying in pain because of something forced down his throat for his sake.
Seo Won withdrew his hand from Han-gyeom’s mouth. His saliva-soaked fingers moved toward Han-gyeom’s backside.
“Ugh!”
Even though the entrance was tightly clenched, the lubrication from the saliva made it easier to breach. Han-gyeom had also relaxed himself slightly, taking a few steadying breaths.
One long, slender finger slowly eased into Han-gyeom’s hole.
The position and angle were different from how he usually loosened him up, but Seo Won knew well enough where Han-gyeom liked to be touched. In this position, if he pushed his finger in almost all the way to the base and gave it a slight twist, he’d be able to stimulate that small, knotted spot hugged tightly by the inner walls.
“Ah-!”
The moment Seo Won pressed there, Han-gyeom’s back arched, and his thighs and ass tensed with a sharp jolt of strength.
Even with the pressure from Han-gyeom’s clenched buttocks, Seo Won pushed harder with his fingertip. As soon as he did, Han-gyeom’s hands, which had been pressing against Seo Won’s firm chest, immediately curled inward. His arms trembled with a flinch.
Watching every reaction with keen eyes, Seo Won continued to apply pressure to the inner prostate. With persistent movements, Han-gyeom’s quivering lips let out an endless stream of erotic moans.
“Haa… Ah, huuuk! Mmh…!”
Despite not moving much, the hole loosened quickly. Part of it was because Han-gyeom had willingly relaxed himself, and partly because Seo Won kept pressing all the right spots he knew the other liked.
One finger became two, and before long, a third forced its way in.
Three fingers while sitting like this was definitely tight, and the internal pressure made it nearly impossible for Han-gyeom to relax fully.
As he struggled to catch his breath, Han-gyeom’s hole twitched, and he spoke.
“Just, ugh… put it in already….”
“No. You’ll get hurt.”
“I-it’s fine…..”
At this point, it was true that he’d probably be sore but not torn.
‘No… if it’s grown this much, it really might tear….’
What pressed against Seo Won’s crotch felt like a damn rock.
It was so hard and large that just having it under him was already painful.
But what did it matter? A torn hole didn’t mean you couldn’t guide. Once he got used to it, it might even become like the distant past—where he wouldn’t even realize it hurt anymore.
“Let me put it in….”
“No.”
“Whyyy….. ngh….”
Somehow, he ended up sounding like he was whining cutely, almost playful.
Seo Won’s cock twitched hard inside his pants at the sight, but his stubbornness remained.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t… haa… care if I get hurt, it’s fine…..”
“Why don’t you care?”
Seo Won raised the hand that wasn’t buried in Han-gyeom’s hole and gently stroked his cheek. Because of the internal stimulation and the pain from being forcibly stretched, the tears that had welled up naturally in Han-gyeom’s eyes trembled and fell against Seo Won’s fingertips.
“You’re the one getting hurt—so why don’t you care? I…”
His firm tone, almost like he was scolding him, suddenly faltered. Then, biting down hard on his lip, he lowered his gaze, a shadow dimming his expression.
Han-gyeom looked down at Seo Won with a complicated expression, as if he were faced with a difficult, unfamiliar problem too frightening to even try solving.
‘There it is again.’
He couldn’t figure out what lay behind that shadow on Seo Won’s face or the emotions he was hiding beneath it.
This wasn’t just “I don’t want someone I care about to get hurt.” If it were that simple, Han-gyeom would’ve easily picked up on it.
‘Did something happen while I was unconscious? Or…’
Was it triggered by that day, when he had a seizure despite Seo Won being with him?
Han-gyeom kept staring, trying to read the words Seo Won had swallowed back, but no clear answer came. Instead, the tightly sealed lips parted just enough for him to quietly speak the words he had so carefully chosen.
“I hate seeing you cry.”
It was a heavily condensed expression, loaded with more meaning than the words alone revealed.
As he said that, Seo Won’s hand that had been stroking the corner of Han-gyeom’s eye slid downward. The hand came to rest on the thick bulge in Han-gyeom’s pants.
Before Han-gyeom could say anything, Seo Won pulled his cock out from the confines of his pants and wrapped it completely in his hand.
“Huuuh!”
Seo Won began to stroke the shaft softly, now freed from the suffocating pressure of the pants.
With each movement, Han-gyeom’s tightly clenched hole twitched, and the inner walls wrapped around Seo Won’s fingers shifted in undulating waves.
“W-wait…! Ah—!”
Han-gyeom trembled as he was stimulated from both the front and back.
With no way to escape the rising waves of pleasure, his back arched fluidly, and his chest pushed forward instinctively.
His small nipples, now fully hardened, pressed and rubbed against the arms braced on Seo Won’s chest. That became another point of stimulation, adding fuel to Han-gyeom’s breathless moans.
Seo Won looked up at Han-gyeom’s flushed, moaning face and twisted the fingers still inside his hole.
As his inner walls were scraped and pierced from a new angle, Han-gyeom’s back gave a sharp jolt.
“Ahh—!”
A bead of clear fluid finally leaked from the tip of his cock. Seo Won’s hand, now slick with precum, stroked him even more gently, even more wetly.
Soon, Han-gyeom’s cock became so hard it looked like he could climax at any moment.
At the same time, the hand loosening his hole was now moving at a relentless pace, and just a bit more of that merciless pressure would push him over the edge.
Mounted atop him, Han-gyeom clenched tightly around Seo Won’s hips with his thighs, desperately trying to hold back his climax.
Only when Seo Won felt that it was finally enough did he withdraw his fingers from the hole. The hand that came out was slick with a mix of hot saliva and body fluids.
Feeling like Han-gyeom had been loosened up sufficiently, Seo Won tried to lift his upper body to lay him down. But the firm pressure against his chest, as if stopping him, made him look up.
“Stay just like that.”
Han-gyeom undid the buckle on Seo Won’s pants himself and pulled his cock out through the opening in his underwear. It sprang free with a sharp bounce, thick and rigid.
Staring down at the cock that was far larger and longer than his own, Han-gyeom wrapped both hands around it—along with his own.
“Ugh….”
The moan came from Seo Won.
Just the fact that his cock was rubbing against Han-gyeom’s, hot enough to burn, was enough to stoke his lust to a boiling point. But the addition of the slick precum Han-gyeom had spilled created a friction so smooth it was nearly maddening.
And it was Han-gyeom’s pale, slender hands doing the stroking. If Seo Won didn’t moan with the blood rushing to his cock and his breath catching in his throat, something would’ve been wrong.
Seo Won covered his mouth with one hand and swallowed down his breath. Han-gyeom, who was also biting down on his lip to stifle his own moans, had a face flushed red, nearly matching the color of his irises.
After heating both of their cocks thoroughly by rubbing them together, Han-gyeom soon stripped off his pants and climbed on top of Seo Won. He aligned the tip of Seo Won’s cock to his loosened hole and slowly lowered himself.
“Ahh, ngh!”
As expected, Seo Won’s cock was much thicker than three fingers. Even though Han-gyeom had been thoroughly prepped, it wasn’t something that could slide in all at once. He could only take it slowly, breath by breath.
When he had sunk halfway down with his weight, he trembled and sucked in a deep breath. The cock pressed tightly against his narrow inner walls, grinding over his prostate and nearly making him cum from the pain and overwhelming pressure.
After steadying his breath, he began to inch down again, swallowing more of the shaft. He could feel the weight of it bearing down on his prostate, making it scream inside his body.
“Hh, uhh… ah….”
Even before it was fully inside, the tip had already hit his inner wall. Forcing it in farther brought a dull, aching pressure that spread through his lower abdomen—Seo Won’s moan mixing in with it.
“Ugh… Han-gyeom….”
At the sound of his name, Han-gyeom’s inner walls flinched hard. That sudden movement helped him take in the thick root that had been struggling to fit, all at once—forcing it even deeper inside.
“Haah, haa… haah….”
Now fully seated on top of Seo Won, Han-gyeom gasped raggedly for air. With each breath, his thin abdominal skin shifted, and the round tip of the cock, clearly visible through his stomach, twitched in sync with his breathing.
Watching every bit of that from below, Seo Won was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through his body—but even that couldn’t stop his worry for Han-gyeom.
“Don’t push yourself.”
“I’m… not pushing… myself.”
But Han-gyeom looked like even breathing was too much right now.
Worried that Han-gyeom might fall backward or collapse to the side, Seo Won held his hips with both hands. Even then, he was so careful—not wanting to hurt those fragile bones, as if he feared they might crumble just from his grip.
Han-gyeom looked down, gazing intently at Seo Won, who stared up at him as if he didn’t know what to do.
‘It’s not like this is our first time—what’s with the sudden shyness?’
This wasn’t the first time they’d had sex in this position, with Han-gyeom on top. Even recently, hadn’t he ridden Seo Won in the car just like this?
‘Ah, right… this is the first time I’ve moved on my own like this.’
In the past, even when they used the same position, he always moved in sync with Seo Won’s lead. No matter what thoughts or intentions he had, Seo Won had always been the one holding the reins.
But now, the control was gradually shifting into his hands.
His emotions, their guiding, their sex, even their work—and the way Seo Won looked up at him with those drenched eyes.
He rather liked this position that reminded them both of that shift.
It felt as if he were completely dominating Seo Won—his everything.
Even the fullness deep inside his belly felt more like ecstasy than pressure, a blissful sensation that made it hard to tell where pain ended and pleasure began.
