Se-min’s throat burned so badly he could barely stand it. He felt the muscles in the back of his neck stiffen. Cha-hyeon’s smooth, affectionate demeanor was just an extension of the clingy, flirtatious way he’d been acting all day—and it had been tormenting Se-min’s heart since morning.
“…Can I have some… wine…?”
“Yes, Se-min.”
Cha-hyeon smiled and reached for the side table, handing over a glass they’d long since stopped distinguishing as his or Se-min’s. The glass, stained red, filled with deep crimson wine. Se-min gulped it down, watching as the liquid rose. The familiar taste flooded his mouth, but the heat in his already flushed head only intensified. He squeezed his eyes shut to steady his dizzy vision, then lifted his lids, the wine still lingering in his mouth.
“……”
Se-min passed the glass back to Cha-hyeon. As if knowing exactly what Se-min wanted, Cha-hyeon took the glass with a trembling shoulder and set it on the table, then kissed him. Their tongues, still tasting of wine, tangled together. A drop of undrunk wine trickled from the corner of Cha-hyeon’s mouth, but neither of them cared—they were too busy devouring each other’s mouths.
The red stains soon mingled with their fluids and lube, soaking into the sheets. Cha-hyeon greedily chased Se-min’s tongue, then finally pulled away with a soft smack, ending the kiss. His dark, glinting eyes gazed up at Se-min, obedient but hiding something wild beneath.
“What else should I do for you now?”
His voice was thick with amusement. The heat in Se-min’s belly pulsed, his cock aching with presence. Se-min’s lower abdomen trembled as he spoke, his voice tight with impatience.
“Let me come.”
The sensation, stalled just before climax, crept up from his toes again. Se-min stared blankly as Cha-hyeon’s lips curved upward.
“This time, without stopping…”
“While I fuck you hard?”
Cha-hyeon’s eyes crinkled as he belatedly added the polite suffix. Se-min gave the faintest nod, and Cha-hyeon slid a hand below his navel, as if measuring how deep his cock had gone.
“Nnh…”
“You want me to pound you open all the way to your belly button and make you come like a mess? Ah, wait.”
A laugh crept into Cha-hyeon’s voice. Se-min, unable to resist the stimulation, had started grinding his hips on his own.
“Why are you so impatient? Who taught you such bad habits, hmm?”
“Ngh—ah, hah—!”
Cha-hyeon’s large hand gripped Se-min’s ass hard enough to sting. It wasn’t painful, but it was enough to startle him. The way his cheeks spread, dragging at his inner walls, felt strange—especially since Cha-hyeon had been the one teasing him first. A strange sense of injustice welled up in Se-min, and he muttered,
“Ugh… I’ve only ever done it with you…”
“Ah. So I’m the one who taught you bad habits?”
Like a snake, Cha-hyeon’s hand slithered around Se-min’s waist and lifted him effortlessly. His slick, lube-coated cock slid halfway out.
“Hah—ngh!”
Se-min gasped as the familiar path inside him clenched around nothing. But instead of thrusting back in, Cha-hyeon pulled out completely, leaving Se-min staring at him in confusion.
“You said you wanted me to wreck you all the way to your belly button… like a dog.”
The crude words didn’t match his gentle tone. Se-min, hazy with wine, took a moment to process them.
“Nn—”
Shame or arousal, he wasn’t sure which, but heat rushed through him. Following Cha-hyeon’s guiding grip, Se-min obediently shifted onto his hands and knees. His knees pressed into the soft mattress, the bruises never seeming to fade.
“Ngh, haah…”
Se-min panted, his ass raised, the stretched entrance glistening under the light. If he’d been sober, he might have bitten his lip in embarrassment, but all he could think about was the pleasure to come. The heat that had built up between them cooled too quickly. He wanted Cha-hyeon’s warmth again, driving away the chill.
“Faster… ngh…”
But Cha-hyeon only watched him with amused interest. Se-min swayed his hips, struggling to stay upright, and Cha-hyeon finally moved, kneeling behind him. The touch of his hands on Se-min’s waist sent a shiver down his spine.
Se-min turned his head cautiously when Cha-hyeon didn’t move for a long time. Their eyes met immediately. Cha-hyeon had been waiting for him to look back, his gaze fixed on Se-min’s face the whole time. His hands, still toying with Se-min’s waist and hips, were maddeningly slow.
“Do… something… ngh!”
Cha-hyeon lowered his head and pressed slow, lingering kisses along Se-min’s back. The tickling sensation made Se-min’s shoulder blades tense.
“So beautiful.”
The words seemed to come from deep within Cha-hyeon’s soul. He kissed the dip of Se-min’s shoulder blades, and the warmth of his body chased away the cold, heating Se-min from the inside out.
Even the smallest touch felt like worship, enough to make him come undone. Se-min’s lower abdomen tightened. The moment he realized Cha-hyeon was treating him like something precious, the psychological satisfaction sent a jolt of arousal through him.
“So fucking beautiful, Se-min.”
Cha-hyeon’s hands slid over his hips, spreading his slick, wet ass cheeks to expose the flushed entrance. Every time his grip tightened and released, Se-min’s inner walls clenched, sending new waves of pleasure through him.
“Ngh, haah, hn—ahh!”
The condomed tip of Cha-hyeon’s cock pressed against his twitching hole. The mere pressure made Se-min’s lips part.
But as soon as Cha-hyeon pushed, Se-min’s body greedily swallowed him in. The thick cock slid smoothly into the well-used passage, and the satisfaction Se-min had been missing finally flooded him.
That satisfaction turned into heavy pleasure as Cha-hyeon filled him past the midpoint. The thick shaft forced its way through the tight, sensitive channel, then—thud—rammed home.
“Ahn!”
Se-min’s belly trembled as he was filled in an instant. He instinctively clutched at his lower abdomen, half-convinced he could feel the bulge inside him.
“Hah! Nngh—!”
But then Cha-hyeon began thrusting in earnest, and Se-min had no choice but to brace himself against the bed. Cha-hyeon’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him back with every deep thrust.
“Ah, ahh!”
Being taken from behind was always too deep. Every time Cha-hyeon slammed against that sensitive spot inside, the pleasure that had nearly faded roared back to life.
“More—ngh—harder, I’m gonna—ah, ahk!”
“Harder?”
Cha-hyeon gave him exactly what he asked for—no mercy, no stopping. The relentless pounding against his inner walls made Se-min’s posture collapse. He pressed his cheeks and forehead into the sheets, a silent scream tearing from his throat as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
“……!”
Se-min squeezed his eyes shut, enduring the white-hot flashes of ecstasy. His ass clenched, trembling. The climax crashed over him, leaving him gasping for air.
“Ah, ngh—haah!”
Thin streams of cum spilled out, splattering the already soaked sheets. The new stains blended in with the old, barely noticeable.
“Did you… come?”
Cha-hyeon’s voice was laced with laughter as he continued his brutal pace. Thud! One last, playful slam sent another jolt through Se-min’s oversensitive body, his shoulder blades arching sharply.
“Ngh!”
The relentless thrusts didn’t stop, pounding into his clenching heat. Sparks exploded behind his eyelids. It was too much—too soon after his first climax, too violent.
“Ah! Ahk! Nngh! Hiik—!”
His raw, reddened ass slapped against Cha-hyeon’s pelvis with every thrust. The thick, hard cock scraped against his oversensitive walls, and Se-min could only whimper, his knees and elbows slipping forward.
“Ah, ahh! Nngh—!”
Then, suddenly, Cha-hyeon pulled out. The drag of the cockhead against his rim made Se-min’s inner walls clench desperately. He twisted his hips, shuddering at the sudden, tingling emptiness.
“Ngh, haah…!”
The absence left him aching, the phantom sensation of being filled still lingering. Another climax wrung him out, his inner walls pulsing as if still stretched around Cha-hyeon’s cock.
