Ji Se-min, a little heartsore, wiped the dampness from the corners of his eyes. He’d thought he could tough it out and was still trying to, but pain was still pain. What on earth did people find so great about this? As doubt swelled, Se-min bit down hard on his lower lip—
“Nngh, hnnn… ha… ngh?”
A nasal sound of a different pitch slipped out between his lips, which had been tightened in misery. While the glans moved slowly, scraping along his inner wall without any particular finesse, it grazed something.
Zzt—heat flashed up his spine. The expression on Se-min’s face—crumpled as he’d griped that this wasn’t even all that good for the final stage of Guiding—came undone.
What was that just now? Unlike Se-min, who was panting with a wobble of tears in his breath, Cha-hyeon seemed to grasp instantly what had happened.
“Ah-ha. Here?”
Thock—the thick glans jabbed as if prying something up inside. The angle of his thrust suddenly shifted and pressed down below the navel, and an unforeseen cry burst out of Se-min’s mouth.
“…Ah—ahhhk!”
Even he startled himself and clapped a hand over his mouth. Cha-hyeon’s brows arced, and he pressed hard again on a spot along the inner wall swollen by the glans. Se-min’s toes stretched straight.
“Hh—haak—w-what—what is—nngh!”
He was only pressing as if poking his lower belly, yet a desperate urge to pee surged up. Prickles ran through his abdomen, and an eerie shiver—hot and cold at once—skittered down his back. His erection, which had been flagging, snapped back to rigid.
“Haa—hnn!”
When Cha-hyeon pressed that place with his glans and lightly rubbed back and forth, Se-min’s head tipped back—gone already. Maybe it was the sudden rush of that urge; he felt like he had to drain something from his cock.
“H-Hyung. It’s weird—if you do that I—I feel like I’m gonna p—hah!”
Just when it seemed the cock tormenting that spot was about to pull out, Cha-hyeon abruptly started pounding his hips. The thrusts were fierce enough to smack his ass with sharp slaps, but this time it wasn’t only pain.
“Ah!”
“Ha.”
Fuck. Cha-hyeon’s mouth split in a soundless curse. He wet his lower lip with his tongue and stopped holding back.
“…Ah—ahng! Hnn!”
As if to declare his patience over, he hammered in with his full weight, and breathless sounds spilled from Se-min’s mouth, stretched open wide.
“Hnnngh! W-wait a sec! Hyung, you’re too fast—it’s weird—this is so—haa…!”
“Too fast?”
He only echoed Se-min and didn’t slow at all, keeping his hips moving as if to show off. The prickly urge in his belly surged in waves, and Se-min felt like he was going to die.
It felt literally like his insides were being punched. Every time Cha-hyeon slammed that thick thing around inside him, the spot below Se-min’s navel bulged up, then collapsed, over and over.
“Nngh—mm! No—no! It’s too—hnn…! Slow… down…!”
The burning pain had ebbed before he realized, but Se-min still couldn’t name this new sensation. Everything down there was roiling; he wanted to cum right now, and his heart thundered like he’d sprinted flat-out.
If only Hyung moved slowly, he felt like he could figure out what this was—but right now he just wanted to escape that electric tingle in his belly.
“Uuunn—ngh!”
His waist bowed. It felt like he’d just come, yet nothing came from his still-hard cock. Instinctively, he clenched down. At a loss, Se-min twisted his back and flailed.
“No—don’t—hnn…! Mmph!”
Driving as if to shove in up to his balls, Cha-hyeon halted again with his cock pressing up under the lower belly. Striking that oversensitized spot twice in a row left him no room to endure.
“Ahh—ah!”
Se-min writhed like an animal in a trap. The moans popping out were so obscene that, even as he jerked in distress, he covered his mouth.
“Hnnn, huph… nngh…”
“Why are you covering your mouth?”
With the tip of the glans barely hooked and his cock sheathed shallowly, Cha-hyeon slid back in. Thankfully, he didn’t tease this time.
“Mmh…”
His inner wall, melted down to nothing, worked as it welcomed the man. Now that the burning ache had vanished, the cock filling him to the brim stirred a strange sense of satiety.
“You don’t have to keep it down here.”
Laughing, Cha-hyeon—who’d been ramming him like a breeding stallion—bent close. The cock driven deep speared all the way to the end.
“Hnngh…!”
“No one’s listening.”
Cha-hyeon peeled away the hand covering Se-min’s mouth. Tears brimmed in Se-min’s eyes; his cheeks and the tip of his nose were flushed red. The meek way he let his hand be taken made Cha-hyeon’s eyes curve.
“It’s just the two of us in this house.”
As if that conspiratorial whisper were a spark to a fuse, Se-min’s face flared so hot it felt like it might pop. He could feel even his ears and rims, then his neck and collarbones, flushing scarlet.
Neat teeth showed between Cha-hyeon’s red lips. Heat spiked higher in Se-min. He knew the man was laughing at how he looked, but Cha-hyeon still made a point of confirming it.
“You’re blushing over just that?”
“Nngh…! Uuunn!”
“You’re not a baby….”
Still buried deep, he started to roll his hips in slow, kneading circles. The way he stroked the stuffed-full inside in smooth arcs awakened another sensation. Rather than the urge to pee, it felt like white sparks were popping in his head.
“Mm—hup—hah…. Mm…”
Wet, sloshing sounds rose from where they were joined. Hunched over, Cha-hyeon brought his mouth to Se-min’s. Flustered and at a loss, Se-min looped his arms around Cha-hyeon’s neck and clung without thinking.
It felt good. The way he churned up his belly was pure pleasure. Tangling tongues and bodies—being joined as one brought a ridiculous, soaring high. Se-min drew in a huge breath, ribs lifting.
“Mmmm! Ngh—hup!”
The circular roll of his hips gradually shifted into a pistoning rhythm. The slosh of wetness turned into the violent thwack, thwack! of bodies colliding.
“Mm—unn—hah—haa! Ahhk! Aah!”
Breathless and at his limit, Se-min threw his head back. His throat, bared beneath his fully tipped-up jaw, trembled. The hands that had circled Cha-hyeon’s neck slid down to his shoulders of their own accord. Rounded nails bit into pale skin.
Like the ebbing tide, Se-min’s Guiding energy flowed into Cha-hyeon. Beyond the clean, refreshing high of Kiss Guiding, his mind went blank as if drugged; he couldn’t think at all.
Like a beast with nothing but primal instinct, the only words that rose were: “feels good,” “do more,” “love you,” “like you.”
“Ahh—ah—ahh, it feels good—hnf! Hyung—ahh!”
Gritting his teeth, Cha-hyeon clamped both hands behind Se-min’s knees. Whoosh—his hips lifted, and Se-min’s feet and calves dangled.
“Aaah!”
With his body half-raised, his lower belly folded. The insides of his thighs, spread wide all this time, twinged with pain, but to the startled Se-min, that wasn’t what mattered.
The sudden shift sent blood rushing to his head, and like a lost child seeking his guardian, Se-min grabbed for Cha-hyeon in a panic.
“Hyung—hnn—ah!”
Se-min wrapped his arms around that thick back and burrowed in as if to hide his face. He felt skin lightly damp with sweat and a suffocating, searing body heat. A low groan rumbled in the man’s throat.
From above, driving down, it was deeper and rougher. With those wild thrusts, Se-min’s feet swung in the air.
“Nngh—hnn—ha—hah!”
Even the feeling of his cock bobbing in midair in time with the hard thrusts turned to pleasure. With the overload from front and back, a tremor suddenly fluttered through his lower belly. His molten-hot insides clenched around the cock in spasms.
For a beat, it felt like his heart dropped. Nothing escaped his parted lips. Instinct told him that at the end of this ruthless battering of his tightened passage, something was waiting.
“Hhn—Hyung—I—I think I’m gonna—ah—nn—nngh!”
“You’re gonna come?”
The low, rough voice asked. Eyes squeezed shut so tears spilled out, Se-min nodded furiously. Even then, the thick shaft kept cleaving through, tearing open his clinging insides with relentless thwacks.
“Ah—aaah—ah—hhn—Hyung—hah—ah…!”
The mounting, snow-white pleasure finally peaked. From the tip of the cock that had been dribbling milky fluid, thick semen burst forth.
“…Nngh—ahng—haaah…!”
Se-min was helplessly swept up by the wave of pleasure that speared through his whole body. At the unbearable climax, he went stiff as a board and trembled in little shivers. His rounded nails bit into the skin before his eyes. Red welts scored across Cha-hyeon’s back.
A low groan rumbled at Se-min’s ear. After a few more savage thrusts into the passage clenched tight by climax, Cha-hyeon spilled inside Se-min’s deepest place as well.
“…Haa—hnn—ha….”
The sheets were soaked through—mixed fluids from the two of them and more than enough lotion. After shuddering for a long while, Se-min’s legs flopped open. Cha-hyeon gently rubbed the crooks of his knees and let them go.
At last, Se-min’s legs settled onto the bed. He tried holding his breath to steady his ragged breathing, but failed when Cha-hyeon latched on, sealing their mouths together like a clamp.
“Mm—nngh…! Hyung…!”
Choking, Se-min patted Cha-hyeon’s shoulder in panic. He liked the kiss, but at this rate he might honestly die.
