He pressed his tongue against the invading flesh, rubbing gently against it. Their kiss deepened, softer and more languid than before.
The pressure on the entrance’s mucosa, once shallow and tentative, gave way. Longer fingers slipped inside, gradually increasing in volume. With an excess of lube applied, each movement of his hand produced a slick, wet sound from below.
“Ugh, hngh…”
Groans escaped from his closed mouth. With his body folded in half, it felt like he was bound tightly, crushed beneath the weight of the other man’s solid frame. And even then, thick fingers steadily multiplied inside him.
“Ah, fuck…”
He whispered, avoiding Bae Jung-yoon’s lips. As if trying to force his entire palm in, Bae Jung-yoon’s touch was rough as he stirred inside. Then, curling his fingers into a hook, he dragged his fingertips up along the inner wall with deliberate force.
“Ah…!”
Go Hoon’s hips jolted reflexively. A foreign surge of pleasure shot straight up his spine. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed Bae Jung-yoon’s forearm.
“…Ugh, s-stop.”
The way his body responded to the stimulation in back was mortifying. It was even worse because of those dark eyes, watching him intently, taking in every shift of his expression like they were savoring it.
But as always, Bae Jung-yoon ignored the plea. He pressed soft kisses to the corner of Go Hoon’s lips, then scraped hard along the very spot that had made him jolt moments ago.
“Nh…!”
Go Hoon’s hips bucked again, and his head fell back. His thighs trembled as tension overtook him. His heart pounded violently in his chest. Heat welled up deep in his belly in an instant.
“Hoon-ah, you like it here?”
Bae Jung-yoon whispered sweetly, like he was murmuring a secret.
“I’m just playing with your ass, and your cock’s already hard.”
Just as he said, his cock—shriveled up earlier from discomfort—was now fully erect, twitching in time with the rise and fall of his tense lower abdomen.
Go Hoon turned his head, feeling the heat rise to his face. At that, a low laugh reached his ear, and lips brushed against his earlobe. A tongue slipped into his ear canal, making his shoulders jerk.
Soon after, the fingers that had been digging inside him so persistently slid out. Even that much left his lower body feeling like it was melting into mush.
He exhaled heavily and locked eyes with Bae Jung-yoon. Watching what he was doing, Go Hoon furrowed his brows without realizing it.
“You… the condom…”
Bae Jung-yoon always used a condom. Maybe it was different with others, but with Go Hoon, he had never gone in bare. Whether it was with men or women, the rule never changed—condoms were cleaner, safer. Go Hoon had always agreed without complaint.
But today was different. With no indication of using one, Bae Jung-yoon gripped his lubed cock with his hand.
“We’re out.”
His tone was casual, as if it were no big deal. But Go Hoon’s eyes twisted in disbelief. He could’ve sworn there were a ton of them not long ago. Had they really used them all already? Just how many times had they been going at it lately?
At this point, it was almost concerning. Even calling them sex-obsessed freaks didn’t seem like an exaggeration.
The shock hit him hard, but the thought didn’t last long. A thick cock pushed into him from behind, cutting off his train of thought.
With no thin layer of latex between them, the cock spearing into him felt even hotter than before.
“…Ugh, s-slow down.”
He pleaded, voice urgent. But his words were ignored, and the heavy shaft plunged in all at once, twisting his hips with the force. How was he supposed to handle a size like this being shoved in so brutally? He wanted to push it out, but with his legs pinned, there was no escape.
“Haah…”
A deep breath spilled from Bae Jung-yoon’s mouth.
But something about it felt different from usual. Still buried deep inside, he didn’t move at first—then slowly pulled back before pressing in again. At the same time, a low growl-like breath escaped between his teeth.
“Didn’t realize raw sex felt this fucking good.”
So this really was his first time doing it without a condom. It fit. Bae Jung-yoon was the type who always seemed fastidious about things like this.
Maybe he’d always been so strict about condom use to avoid STDs. It made sense—he was that kind of person.
“Haa… Is it really okay… without one?”
Knowing Bae Jung-yoon’s obsessive tendencies, Go Hoon couldn’t help but ask. But Bae Jung-yoon just chuckled low and rolled his hips slowly.
“Why? Worried you’re gonna get pregnant?”
That wasn’t what he meant. The question itself was absurd. They both knew his body wasn’t capable of that. So the only reason to say it was obvious—to tease him.
And reacting to a shitty joke like that only gave the other person satisfaction. Still, ignoring it wasn’t easy.
Go Hoon shut his mouth and closed his eyes. When Bae Jung-yoon’s hips slammed up into him again with a loud, wet thud, he instinctively clung to his shoulders. There wasn’t anything else to hold onto.
Gripping the headboard, Bae Jung-yoon began to move faster.
Go Hoon bit down on his lip, trying to stifle his moans. His eyes grew hot, blinking rapidly as the sensations overwhelmed him.
Sweat soaked his palms, back, and hips. The way the massive cock plunged and pounded inside him made his insides feel like they were being crushed.
The bedframe creaked and screamed with every thrust. Looking up at the man who was relentlessly pounding into him, Go Hoon realized he was close—dangerously close.
The grip on his shoulders tightened. If this kept up, he was going to come while still being fucked.
“Outside… ugh, pull out… do it outside…”
He tried to say not to come inside, but his breath was too ragged to string the words together properly.
That burning, stretched hole was being filled to the hilt. The overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure surged through him like a wave.
And with it—heat. He could feel the searing rush of cum flooding his insides.
Go Hoon twisted his head and shuddered all over without meaning to. His toes curled.
With a wet splatter, white fluid spilled onto his stomach.
As the peak passed, all strength drained from him.
While he tried to steady his trembling breath, the body buried inside him slowly pulled out.
Sticky semen oozed out with it. The sensation wasn’t exactly pleasant, but Go Hoon had no energy to pull his legs together—he just lay there, limp and boneless.
“You were supposed to come outside, you fucker…”
He grumbled belatedly, but Bae Jung-yoon responded with his usual shamelessness.
“You were so hot and tight inside, I couldn’t pull out.”
What an absurd excuse. A groaning sigh escaped his lips. Bae Jung-yoon slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him close.
Dragged into his hold, Go Hoon ended up seated on those firm thighs.
The moment he straightened his back, the cum that had filled him began to leak out in slow rivulets.
“…Ugh.”
It felt like he was soiling himself. Reflexively, Go Hoon clenched and hunched his body, burying his face in Bae Jung-yoon’s shoulder. Their bodies, stuck together, were hot and sticky.
He wanted them to stay like this for a while—but Bae Jung-yoon spread his cheeks and trailed his fingers around the slick entrance.
“Feels like you’re shitting it out.”
Should he snap at him for spouting nonsense?
Before he could decide, the man was pushing his cock back in.
“Hhng…!”
It forced its way through the trembling ring, entering straight down with overwhelming pressure. It felt like his guts were being shoved aside.
Then Bae Jung-yoon began to move again.
He grabbed Go Hoon’s hips, pulling him down in counter-motion with each thrust.
Wet slaps rang out as skin smacked skin.
Go Hoon couldn’t help but tense up.
Then, as if that wasn’t enough, Bae Jung-yoon pressed his fingers around the place they were joined, as if trying to dig into that heat again.
Even in the daze of being relentlessly pounded, alarms flared in Go Hoon’s head.
“S-stop… ngh…”
“Hm?”
Murmuring low, Bae Jung-yoon pressed his lips to Go Hoon’s ear.
“What was that, Hoon-ah? Say it again.”
“Ah… your hand…! Ngh, move it….”
His meaning should’ve been clear—but the fingers didn’t leave.
If anything, they pressed in harder, like they were about to penetrate again.
Go Hoon grabbed at his arm in panic.
He fumbled downward, fingers trailing along the taut veins of Bae Jung-yoon’s forearm until he finally pushed the hand away from his entrance.
He meant stop touching me like that—it’s too much.
But clearly, Bae Jung-yoon interpreted it differently.
“Alright. I’ll hold your hand instead.”
Letting out a low chuckle, he laced their fingers together.
Go Hoon wanted to cry out in frustration at the absurd interpretation—but all that escaped his mouth were sharp, ragged breaths.
It was too much.
Each deep, pounding thrust made it hard to stay upright, so he tried to brace his knees and steady himself.
But Bae Jung-yoon, quick to catch on, grabbed his thighs and pinned them down.
With one arm around his waist, he began to slam up into him hard.
There was no way for Go Hoon to regain control of his body.
A tongue, slick as a snake’s, slipped into his mouth, swirling deep inside.
The suction was so intense, it felt like his entire tongue was being pulled out.
When he tried to pull away, a hand caught his throat.
It gently rubbed over his raised Adam’s apple.
“Mmh…”
A low moan spilled from Go Hoon’s lips.
His whole body shook with each powerful thrust from below.
The violent pounding continued, over and over, focused on one spot until it was unbearable.
“Ah… w-wait… just wait…!”
Pleasure surged with no end in sight—it was almost painful.
His back arched tight, and finally, Go Hoon came.
His convulsing inner walls trembled with aftershocks.
Bae Jung-yoon came as well, again, without pulling out.
Still holding Go Hoon in his arms, he collapsed to the side and teasingly ground his hips.
The sensation of slippery cum leaking out between them was vivid and raw.
“…Stop it.”
Go Hoon mumbled in a small, tear-tinged voice, clenching down around the cock still moving inside him.
But Bae Jung-yoon was not the kind to stop just because he was told to.
Rising up, he grabbed Go Hoon’s limp leg and spread it wide, slowly rolling his hips as he openly examined where their bodies were joined.
Go Hoon tried to tense his thigh against the intrusive gaze—but he couldn’t break free of his grip.
“Looks like whipped cream.”
Bae Jung-yoon murmured, slowly rocking his hips like he was savoring the aftermath.
Go Hoon closed his mouth, feeling the back of his neck burn.
What amazed him more than anything was how the man could say something like that and still look completely unbothered.
“Aren’t you curious?”
Curious about what?
Go Hoon was too exhausted to even respond.
No—that wasn’t the whole truth.
He didn’t respond because he was afraid of what else might come out of that twisted mouth.
As if reading him perfectly, Bae Jung-yoon gave him a mischievous grin, then leaned in and whispered above him:
“What do you think it tastes like—my cum, after it’s been inside you?”
