It was a kind of pain he’d never known before.
Eun-jo gripped the bedsheets tightly, struggling just to breathe.
“Hngh, ah, ugh… It hurts… huff, hhh….”
The crushing tightness inside made even Heo Nan-gyeom feel faint. He gently stroked his hips, trying to soothe Eun-jo.
“You need to relax more.”
“Ugh, ah…! Nghh….”
“I’m sorry, Eun-jo.”
It felt like his body was being torn in two. Desperate to take him in, Eun-jo spread his legs and forced himself to go limp. The moment he did, pain like tearing flesh ripped through him—and both of Nan-gyeom’s cocks pushed in to the hilt.
“Khrrk…!”
At last, both thick shafts filled him completely, reaching so deep it looked like his stomach had swelled. His tight little hole stretched so wide it barely resembled anything human. Panting like a dog, Eun-jo shakily reached down to touch his bloated belly.
“Hnngh…! M-my stomach… it’s so full….”
The unbearable tightness made it just as hard for Nan-gyeom to hold out. His insides clenched like they were trying to slice him apart, and he began to move again.
“Hhhn, ngh…! Ah, ahhnn….”
It felt like being ravaged by a beast. Just taking both cocks was already too much—but there was no time to adjust. Nan-gyeom pounded into him without pause. Each time the fat tips rammed inside, it pressed hard against Eun-jo’s belly, making him gag.
Nan-gyeom’s lips clung to his skin, kissing from his neck all the way down his spine. Below the waist, he was brutal—merciless—but up top, he was heartbreakingly gentle, whispering again and again, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Smack, smack!
Loud, violent sounds echoed in the room. Their slamming hips turned raw and red, and every time those two cocks slid in and out, his hole stretched wide, smooth and slick with no folds left.
“Hahhh! Ah, ahhh! Ngh…! Ah, nngh!”
Sobbing through his moans, Eun-jo took them both. As the pain began to fade, even the overwhelming fullness inside him turned into pleasure. He loved it—the way his sweet spots were crushed again and again, the brutal thrusts that felt like they’d tear him apart from the inside.
“More, hnngh—harder! Mm! Ah!”
His mind went completely blank. It felt like his brain had been scrambled by cock—there wasn’t a single coherent thought left. All he could do was chase the overwhelming pleasure, his hips moving on their own.
“Can I go deeper? Hnngh… can I push it all the way in?”
“Mmgh! Ah, yes! Ahh—stuff me full! Tear me apart!”
The moment Eun-jo gave the okay, thud, thud!—those thick, fist-sized tips slammed straight into the wall inside him. The force shoved his whole body forward. Nan-gyeom pulled him close, burying himself so deep their pubes touched.
The savage thrust cracked him open. As he pounded away without mercy, even the tight entrance to Eun-jo’s colon began to yield—soft, slick, and stretching wider. One rock-hard tip pushed in. Then another.
“Haaah… I want to fit one more in. I want it all the way inside, Eun-jo….”
He bit down on Eun-jo’s earlobe, whispering those filthy words in the same polite tone he always used.
“Please, Eun-jo….”
Eun-jo couldn’t speak—he just let the tears fall. Nan-gyeom cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply, swallowing every broken breath and moan.
It was a desperate kiss, full of need. Their tongues tangled as Nan-gyeom stared at him like he was something precious. In those dark, bottomless eyes, there was a promise: I won’t let you break.
“Mmh…” Eun-jo gave a slow nod.
Nan-gyeom didn’t hesitate. He held him tighter, pressed down with all his strength—
“Ahhaaah…! Ngh, nghhh…!”
“Ghhk…!”
And both cocks shoved into his colon at once. The pleasure hit like a live wire. Eun-jo shook violently, like he’d been electrocuted. His eyes rolled back. His lips parted, unable to make a sound.
At the same time, something spilled from between his legs. It was too thin to be cum, too clear to be piss—a warm stream leaked out as Nan-gyeom came deep inside him.
“Hhhn, ah…! Mmmh….”
Even that—being filled—made him moan. Eun-jo collapsed forward, limp. Nan-gyeom held him close, this wrecked, ruined body, and slowly began to move his hips again.
“Eun-jo… hnnngh, Yeo Eun-jo… you feel so good.”
Only when Eun-jo finally passed out did Nan-gyeom let the words slip. It didn’t matter if Eun-jo remembered. That wasn’t what mattered to him.
He pulled Eun-jo into his arms and gently rested his head against his chest, pressing a kiss to his hair.
Inside his swollen belly, both cocks began to throb again. The feeling of being stuffed full returned, and Eun-jo shut his eyes.
He really shouldn’t have messed with a man’s first time—especially not one who’d been holding it in that long.
But it was too late for regrets.
***
The sex didn’t stop. It continued well into the next day.
Eun-jo’s mind flickered in and out like a faulty charger, barely hanging on. Each time he regained a shred of sanity, they were in a different place.
Bent over the table, taking it like a toy. Sprawled on the floor, tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat.
Eventually, he broke down sobbing, begging for it to stop. He swore he was going to die. But Nan-gyeom didn’t flinch.
His reply was always the same—calm and flat.
“Didn’t you teach me this, Eun-jo?”
What the hell did I teach him?
Eun-jo tried to remember, again and again—but he couldn’t find the answer. All he’d ever shown him was how to get off with his hands.
It was Nan-gyeom who sucked on his toes. Nan-gyeom who shoved two cocks inside him.
But before Eun-jo could even protest, Nan-gyeom was already thrusting again—and all that spilled out were moans.
This time… this time I’m really done for…
The truth was undeniable. Eun-jo whimpered and blinked slowly, his eyes fluttering open.
“You’re awake.”
Nan-gyeom’s voice whispered against his neck, followed by a kiss.
Through the haze, he saw the glass panel of the shower stall come into focus.
Their reflections flickered in the glass.
Somehow, in the middle of washing up, they’d started again. Nan-gyeom was buried deep inside him, holding him tight as he thrust with slow, heavy force. Every movement made the veins on his muscular body stand out in sharp relief.
“Hnngh… how long are you gonna keep going…?”
Eun-jo murmured, worn out and breathless. Nan-gyeom chuckled softly.
“Didn’t you seduce me first, Eun-jo?”
“When did I—ah, hngh—when?!”
With a deep thrust, Nan-gyeom shoved in hard and grabbed Eun-jo’s chest.
“Your chest is way too tempting.”
“Ah—mnhh, mmgh!”
“You stuck those perky little nubs out like you were begging. Your ass was soft and squishy… I was just trying to help you wash up, you know.”
His voice softened at the end, but his hips didn’t slow. Eun-jo’s soaked, loosened hole let out slick, filthy squelches as both cocks drove in and out of him.
“You’re clenching this tight—how could I stop?”
“W-what kind of—ah, ngh, ahhnn…!”
Nan-gyeom hit a sensitive spot, and Eun-jo’s heels lifted off the floor. Their wet, naked bodies slapped together with obscene sounds, louder with every thrust, until Eun-jo’s body bumped up against the fogged glass.
The “seductive” chest Nan-gyeom had mentioned was now flattened against the window. Blushed areolas spread wide, and the swollen, sensitive tips were being mashed under each thrust.
As he rocked into him from behind, Nan-gyeom stared straight at their reflection—like he wanted to watch from the outside, see for himself just how filthy this all looked.
He felt a stab of guilt… but the thought wouldn’t leave him.
“Hhngh, ah, hahh, ah! H-Heo Nan-gyeom! Mmmgh!”
It was clear—he was close. Nan-gyeom bit his earlobe and reached down with his free hand, stroking him in rhythm. Eun-jo clenched tighter, and Nan-gyeom squeezed back, firm and steady. In seconds, Eun-jo was writhing uncontrollably.
“Ahhh, aahh—hngh, I-I’m coming, ah, ahhh…”
White streaks splattered across the glass. He’d lost count of how many times he’d come—his release now barely milky, almost clear.
Panting hard, Eun-jo collapsed forward, letting his weight fall into Nan-gyeom’s arms. Nan-gyeom pulled him close, pressing his chest to his back like he couldn’t stand to let go.
“If we keep going… hnnngh… I’m seriously gonna die…”
“You think I’d let that happen?”
Nan-gyeom’s voice was calm, but laced with amusement.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. So don’t worry.”
“I’m telling you… I said just once and done…”
“Even if it was your first time, I knew that was a lie.”
It wasn’t a lie…
But all Eun-jo could manage was a faint mumble. Nan-gyeom didn’t believe him anyway—he just nipped at his ear, smiling against his skin.
“With a body like this… you really think anyone could stop after one taste?”
Eun-jo opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again. He didn’t have the strength—his whole body was limp, like a battery drained to zero.
When he blinked, Nan-gyeom shifted behind him and held him close, gently cradling him like a child. He leaned in and gave him a soft kiss.
“Rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”
And that’s exactly the problem.
Resigned, Eun-jo let his eyes fall shut.
Sleep pulled him under instantly.
