A burning sensation rippled down his spine, coiling at his waist, while a gentle touch brushed against his thigh as if trying to soothe the tension. A hot palm slowly glided along his leg.
All the while, the fingers buried deep from behind continued to push in, penetrating further. They plunged all the way in and then began moving slowly, back and forth.
The slick, obscene sounds didn’t stop, proof of how much gel had been used. Go Hoon bit down a groan, trying his best to block out the noise. The heat was rising, climbing to the top of his head.
Should he take back what he said? Was he just being sensitive, or was this something no one could endure? But it really hurt.
As he squirmed and clenched his fists, the foreign sensation intensified. An added number of fingers pressed forcefully against his inner walls, stirring him up inside. Every time they spread apart like scissors, he feared his ass might actually tear. His body stiffened involuntarily.
He could feel the stretched opening growing tighter with each push, the increase in volume becoming painfully clear. Sticky sweat rolled down the back of his neck. As the pain stacked layer upon layer, the words “Take it out now” reached the tip of his tongue. And then, all at once, the fingers that had been plunging in and out abruptly withdrew.
Go Hoon trembled at the lingering sensation. The rough exit scraped against the mucous membrane, leaving behind the disturbing feeling that something was still twisting inside him.
Desperate to shake it off, he panted heavily. Before he could even come to his senses, Bae Jung-yoon, now pressed close behind him, nudged the head of his cock against the slick, twitching entrance. The blunt tip making contact sent a chill straight through his spine.
“Wait, just a second—”
Before he could ride out the residual sensation, Jung-yoon thrust into the wrinkled hole. Overwhelmed by the thick shaft forcing its way through the narrow opening, Go Hoon couldn’t even scream. His mouth hung open, but no sound came out.
Instinctively, he tried to pull his hips forward, but Bae Jung-yoon didn’t let him flee. He grabbed hold of Hoon’s waist and, in that grip, continued pushing in relentlessly.
The pressure inside was incomparable to fingers. It felt like his guts were being shoved aside, like they were pressing against his lungs and heart. With the violent pounding, it felt like his belly might rip open at any moment.
“Ha… Hoon, loosen up a little. Your bottom’s clamping down too hard—it won’t go in like this.”
Bae Jung-yoon’s low voice trembled with rapture.
On the other hand, Go Hoon couldn’t answer. He only shook with pain, rubbing his forehead against the sheets. Ragged breaths spilled from his lips, barely forming words.
“…Take it out.”
His voice cracked, shaking with distress.
“Huh?”
Bae Jung-yoon leaned down. His firm chest pressed against Hoon’s back, and with his weight bearing down, the shaft inside shifted, digging deeper as though pressing into his intestines.
He had always thought he had a high pain tolerance, but this was beyond reason. This was inhuman.
“…Take your cock out!”
Nothing was crueler than giving pleasure and then snatching it away—but now wasn’t the time for hesitation. Face flushed crimson, Go Hoon screamed with everything he had. Laughter rang out behind him. He felt the vibration right where their bodies were joined.
“…Don’t laugh, uh… take it out, you bastard… ah, it hurts…”
His voice cracked like a sob. Bae Jung-yoon’s laughter faded, and he pressed a kiss to Hoon’s shoulder. He gently stroked Hoon’s clenched abdomen, exhaling warm breaths over the nape of his neck.
“Alright, I’ll pull out. So, Hoon, relax down there. Your hole’s got such a tight grip on my cock, it won’t budge.”
His voice brimmed with pleasure as he tried to soothe him, slowly pulling back. And it didn’t seem like a lie—Go Hoon could feel the way his insides clung desperately to the retreating flesh, unwilling to let it go.
“…Don’t move.”
Terrified that his insides might be dragged out along with it, he shook his head, clutching Jung-yoon’s forearm.
As Bae Jung-yoon stopped, Go Hoon let out a long breath, trying to will his clenched hole to relax.
After a while, the tension inside began to ease slightly. He laid his hand over Jung-yoon’s, signaling that it was okay to pull out now—but the promise went unkept.
Instead of withdrawing, the cock pushed in deeper.
“…Ah!”
His knees, bent at a right angle, buckled. Both hands clenched tight as he collapsed forward. Jung-yoon’s body stayed pressed firmly against his back, hoisting his hips upward.
Go Hoon clenched his teeth as nausea surged. His brain went blank. Every thought process came to a grinding halt.
No wonder—Jung-yoon’s thick shaft had buried itself inside him completely, not even the slightest gap remaining. He could feel the heavy weight of the testicles pressing flush against his entrance. And even with that, Jung-yoon moved again, lifting his hips.
“Huh…!”
Go Hoon, buried deep beneath him, kicked at the sheets. Even though he was already fully inside, Jung-yoon ground in deeper, as though he might crush him and keep pushing even more.
“Ha… You’re so tight, Hoon. It feels amazing.”
Yeah, maybe it feels amazing to you, but I feel like I’m about to die.
His mind was boiling over with curses. He wanted to scream, to rail at him—but no part of his body would cooperate. All he could do was groan, biting down to endure the pain.
All those promises not to hurt him had been lies—sweet words meant to lure him in. If Bae Jung-yoon had ever intended to keep them, he wouldn’t have forced himself on him like this in the first place.
Realizing he’d been deceived, Go Hoon instinctively blamed himself—but it was far too late.
Bae Jung-yoon, having lifted his upper body, gripped Hoon’s waist with both hands. Naturally, Hoon’s hips tilted up. Holding firmly onto his hipbones, Jung-yoon began moving in earnest.
Veins bulged along Go Hoon’s forehead. The motion was fierce, as if venting all the restraint he’d barely managed to hold onto. The thick shaft rammed into the narrow passage, scraping harshly as it dragged back out.
Hoon writhed from the pain. There was no pleasure to be found. Was this what sex always felt like the first time? Or did it hurt this much every time? Was it supposed to feel like this?
No. Choi Joo-won had looked like he was writhing in pleasure. Then why was Hoon the only one feeling nothing but agony? The injustice stung—but there was no one to voice it to.
As the cock pushed past the inner walls clenching to block it out, his eyes squinted shut. He buried his contorted face in the blanket.
The pain was unbearable. He genuinely felt like he might die. Cold sweat drenched his skin in no time, and his entire body was sticky with it.
He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood. Each deep thrust made his arched back shudder.
Jung-yoon’s solid chest pressed down against him, and rough, heavy breaths brushed against the nape of his neck. The hot exhale made his skin prickle.
Sharp teeth lightly grazed his skin, leaving tingling trails. As Hoon gripped the blanket tighter, a hand slipped under his and laced their fingers together. At the same time, the relentless thrusting drove him to clench both fists and jaw.
“Hoon.”
A low voice called his name amid the heavy panting, but Hoon didn’t have the strength to respond.
“Hoon, look at me.”
The voice persisted, but it sounded distant. Hoon shut his eyes tighter, enduring the pain in silence.
Maybe displeased by that, Bae Jung-yoon pressed down against his hips. Then, as he slowly pulled out, the blunt head scraped cruelly along the inside. Hoon’s shoulders twitched in response.
“Uh, huh…”
A repressed moan escaped his throat.
The weight pressing him down suddenly lifted. Fingers dug into the back of his head, fisting his hair and yanking it to the side. His head twisted painfully, his airways opened, and the ragged breath he’d been holding back came flooding out.
His scalp burned from the pull, his brow furrowed deeply. Rolling his eyes sideways, he saw nothing clearly—his vision blurred, as though the pressure inside his head had surged. His face throbbed with heat, on the verge of bursting.
In that blurred haze, he met Bae Jung-yoon’s eyes for a fleeting second. And then their lips crashed together. Their tongues intertwined as Jung-yoon devoured him. The hips that had briefly paused began to move again. A muffled moan leaked out of Hoon’s blocked mouth.
Up until that moment, Go Hoon hadn’t realized he was crying. But somewhere along the way, the room had filled with the sound of his suppressed sobs.
Jung-yoon kissed the back of his neck and all over his tear-streaked face as if trying to soothe him—but he still didn’t stop. The thick cock pounded relentlessly into his insides. It felt like his abdominal organs were being violently stirred. A burning pain radiated through his lower half.
Maybe he noticed Hoon struggling. A hand reached around from the front and began rubbing his shriveled shaft vigorously. The grip was so firm, it felt more like wringing than stroking—pleasure tinged with pain.
“Huh, uh…”
Go Hoon curled up tightly. A damp moan slipped out. Amid the pain of his body being ripped apart, his cock responded involuntarily to the friction. Those anguished moans gradually grew heavier, laced with heat.
As the pace of the thrusts picked up, so did the movement of his hips. The pleasure surged, cresting higher and higher. Go Hoon dug his fingertips into the thick forearm holding him. A spark exploded behind his eyelids, and hot semen spurted out.
“…Ah!”
At that same moment, Bae Jung-yoon, who had forcefully lifted Hoon’s hips, shoved an arm under his neck and locked him in a tight embrace. His upper arm squeezed so hard it felt like Hoon’s bones might snap.
“Ha… Hoon, Go Hoon. Uh…”
The voice that had been breathing heat against his skin soon fell silent. But the stillness lasted only a moment.
Jung-yoon kissed his sweaty shoulder several times, then abruptly pulled away. The cock that had been buried deep withdrew, the sensation foreign and strange as the heat faded from inside him.
Go Hoon let out a small sound and instinctively closed his legs.
Human adaptability was terrifying. Just moments ago, the stirring inside him had been unbearable—but now that it was gone, he felt hollow.
The stretched opening wouldn’t close easily. His mind was still dazed, overwhelmed by the residual sensations.
Freed from the weight pressing him down, his body finally found release—but he couldn’t move right away. It felt like every last ounce of his energy had been drained. Completely limp, Go Hoon focused on steadying his breath.
Then came a rustling sound from behind. He swallowed dryly and turned his head—and flinched the moment he saw it.
Bae Jung-yoon was tearing open a new condom and sliding it onto his slick, glistening shaft. Only then did Go Hoon realize he had been wearing one the entire time.
“Hoon, are you tired?”
Jung-yoon met his gaze and grinned as he asked.
The breath that slipped through Go Hoon’s clenched teeth trembled. He knew he had to do something, but his body was so spent that he couldn’t resist. Jung-yoon approached, gripped his shoulders, and flipped him over. Spreading his legs, he penetrated him again.
“What should I do?” he murmured with a low chuckle. “We’re nowhere near done.”
