#068
It was Friday. What the two would do ahead of the weekend was obvious. After the lectures ended, Jiwoon drove to Yechan’s house.
Yechan’s hand slowly stroked Jiwoon’s palm, then moved with strange heat. Jiwoon quietly parked and got out of the car.
Neither spoke. They knew too well what each other wanted, so there was no need to say anything separately. The nerves they had sharpened toward each other stung.
Even after getting out of the car, Yechan, who had been constantly fidgeting with Jiwoon’s hand, pressed his waist against Jiwoon’s back as soon as he confirmed no one was in the elevator.
Every time Yechan’s hard cock touching his buttocks moved around, Jiwoon had to clench his molars tightly.
Getting off the elevator, as soon as the front door closed, Yechan sank his teeth into Jiwoon’s nape and undid his belt buckle. The two, who entered the room while taking off their clothes, became completely naked and fell onto the bed.
“Hyung, it loosens up quickly now.”
“Hh, fuck… It’s because you keep doing it.”
Yechan, who had been loosening Jiwoon’s gel-soaked bottom with his fingers, grinned after hearing Jiwoon’s words. Between the disheveled black hair scattered on the bed, Jiwoon’s white forehead was revealed.
Yechan wanted to tear Jiwoon apart and devour him completely. Yechan smoothly pulled his fingers out from Jiwoon’s fully loosened bottom.
Then he pressed his glans against the entrance and spoke. His eyes were already drowsy.
“Swallow it all at once to the end. I’m so hard right now it’s difficult… Hh, make me come again and again.”
At Yechan begging on his own without being asked, Jiwoon’s eyes became languid. Jiwoon rubbed his thoroughly wet bottom against Yechan’s cock and asked.
“Yechan. Why do you keep trying to get me pregnant?”
“Ha…”
Yechan, who let out a small breath, thrust his cock into Jiwoon all at once. Jiwoon, who had stiffened for a moment, soon opened his mouth and trembled.
The cock he had swallowed at once as Yechan said was huge. At the interior that squeezed his cock tightly, Yechan cursed under his breath and thrust his waist wildly.
If only he could, he really wanted to get Jiwoon pregnant and tie him to his side forever.
“Pregnancy… can’t you really do it for me?”
“Ah, agh!”
The hand touching Jiwoon’s lower abdomen was hot. Yechan barely held back from wanting to devour everything and pressed his lips to Jiwoon’s.
At the pressure penetrating his organs, Jiwoon’s inner walls naturally tightened. Yechan endured the urge to climax with his teeth clenched.
The hot and moist inner walls continued to cling and embrace Yechan’s cock. Eventually, unable to endure it, Yechan began mercilessly moving his waist.
“Hha! Ah!” At the fast movement that thrust deep with wet sounds, Jiwoon continuously burst into moans while swaying. Yechan captured that sight in his glistening eyes while rubbing Jiwoon’s nipples back and forth.
“Hyung, I really want to get you pregnant.”
“Hheuk! Crazy…”
Yechan continuously stirred deep inside Jiwoon while steadily building up the rapidly rising pleasure. Even if he enjoyed it slowly, there was plenty of time.
But before that, he wanted to explode first. Acts without control and limits brought raw, breathtaking pleasure.
Yechan entrusted his body to that pleasure. Not enough. I want to have him. I want to have everything. Even in the sensation of his body feeling like it would burst, he moaned from thirst and longing for Jiwoon.
“Hyung, when you get fucked like this and come… do other people know? Do the department kids know? What about friends? Family?”
“Ah, ugh, you’ve lost your mind…”
“Make it so only I can see you cry like this, hyung.”
Yechan’s eyes were pitch black as he spouted crazy words. For a moment, Jiwoon shuddered at those eyes. Incredibly sticky possessiveness shook his entire body.
The possessiveness created by a mixture of sexual desire, betrayal, anger, and revenge psychology was truly twisted beyond measure. Jiwoon’s heart, which had been staring at him, spurted blood.
Yechan roughly thrust his cock while poking at Jiwoon’s spots like that. The stimulation that stirred and dug inside brought pleasure so intense it was painful.
It was too fast. He felt like he was dying. Jiwoon unconsciously kicked Yechan hard and tried to pull his body back.
“Where are you going? You can’t go.”
Then Yechan grabbed Jiwoon’s ankle and thrust his waist deep. “Hheuk!” At the cock thrusting deep, Jiwoon stiffened his body rigidly.
“Even if hyung runs away, I’ll find you.”
Yechan gripped Jiwoon’s ankle hard. His pitch-black eyes glistened.
“I’ll find you somehow and kill myself in front of you…”
“Haah!” Yechan’s words pierced his heart and cut through his ego. Jiwoon inhaled frantically.
He’s not in his right mind. Yechan’s eyes, body, every word he uttered was all pitch black. Yechan, who had increased speed, began frantically thrusting his waist to the very end of Jiwoon’s insides.
At the pleasure invading his brain, Jiwoon struggled and writhed. Yechan’s crazed gaze stabbed all over Jiwoon’s body. His entire body tingled, soaked in Yechan’s possessiveness.
Eventually, the corners of Jiwoon’s mouth shot up. Somehow he couldn’t hold back his laughter. He couldn’t control his heart responding to Yechan’s pitch-black distorted attachment.
The blood his heart pumped circulated through his body, scratching his blood vessels. Yechan’s suffering was sad, but at the same time, the fact that he was being desired made him happy.
Like a saint, he wanted to give everything endlessly, but at the same time, like a demon, he wanted to dominate and shake him. Following his body swaying frantically under Yechan, Jiwoon’s heart swayed together.
“Hh, Yechan, uh, why are you like this to me?”
“Hyung, you made me like this.”
The deeper Jiwoon’s smile became, the fiercer Yechan’s eyes grew. Unlike himself who felt like exploding, he hated the leisurely Jiwoon.
Yechan, who had been grinding his teeth, grabbed Jiwoon’s cock with his hand and roughly stroked it. “Hheuk!” Jiwoon’s mouth opened and a beast-like cry flowed out.
“You have to take responsibility. Right?”
“Ahheuk! Ugh!”
“Kk!”
Semen spurted from Jiwoon’s cock. Yechan, who also felt climax in their connected bodies, bit his lips and spat out semen.
Blood flowed from his torn lips. Jiwoon felt Yechan’s semen filling his insides and arched his back while continuously moaning.
The corners of his mouth wouldn’t come down. Yechan, who had collapsed on top of such Jiwoon, frantically tangled tongues and pushed in saliva mixed with blood.
“Drink it. Swallow everything.”
“Mm, mmm…”
Jiwoon had to take responsibility for Yechan, for himself. He had to.
Yechan struggled with burning thirst. He felt like he’d go crazy if he didn’t have him. No, maybe he was already going crazy.
Jiwoon received all of Yechan’s blood and saliva as if they were sweet nectar. Yechan, who had been roughly kissing for a while, gradually relaxed his body at Jiwoon’s hand stroking down his back.
Jiwoon lowered his hand to caress Yechan’s waist, then soon fondled his firm buttocks. When he fidgeted with his thighs, the strength left Yechan’s tongue and an incredibly soft kiss continued.
Jiwoon scraped Yechan’s palate with his tongue. “Hh…” Yechan moaned and trembled.
Feeling Yechan’s cock swelling hard again inside, Jiwoon separated their lips. Then he slowly moved his body.
“Yechan.”
After Jiwoon lifted his legs to pull out Yechan’s cock, he relaxed his body. At Jiwoon’s bottom naturally spitting out semen, Yechan’s eyes glistened again.
Jiwoon, who had lowered his head, kissed the bruise marks extending from Yechan’s ribs to his side. The faintly faded bruises still maintained their presence on Yechan’s white skin.
Jiwoon slowly moved his lips while thinking about Yechan’s possessiveness. And also about the responsibility he spoke of.
Jiwoon was Yechan’s pitch-black doll. The reason it had become pitch-black was because of Jiwoon’s wrongdoing, and the reason for that wrongdoing was based on Jiwoon’s love.
Yechan was now suffering from the aftermath created by Jiwoon’s love. And because of that, Jiwoon willingly took on the role of his toy.
Thus Yechan came to hold the pitch-black doll called Jiwoon. And he was pouring out his immature emotions onto that doll. He was releasing all the hatred, betrayal, anger, revenge, and the sadness of his unrequited love that he had for Jiwoon.
Right. Clinging to and depending on Lee Jiwoon. Just like an immature child does to their attachment doll. It’s just that in Yechan’s case, that attachment was a bit strange.
So if he didn’t make the right choice, Yechan wouldn’t be able to escape from that pit of emotions. It was natural. Because he had taught him wrong from the beginning.
Therefore, if Jiwoon wanted it, Seo Yechan would never be able to abandon the doll covered with dampily twisted attachments…
Suddenly, the corners of Jiwoon’s mouth rose. It was good. Even knowing it was wrong, his head seemed to have been messed up by pleasure. It was base exhilaration.
The devil coiled inside Jiwoon giggled. Jiwoon pressed his lips to Yechan’s side and whispered languidly.
“Now that I look at it, this is fucking pretty. I made it, right?”
“Ah…”
Yechan’s pupils expanded blankly. At the same time, his cock raised its head and twitched.
Jiwoon, who had separated his lips and lay beside him, smiled prettily. Then he grabbed Yechan’s cock, messy with semen and gel, and began shaking it.
“Try getting me pregnant.”
Jiwoon, who had raised the corners of his mouth in a grin, smoothly wrapped his legs around Yechan’s waist and pulled.
Yechan’s heart beat as if it would burst. He wanted to pour out more. The greed that surged up ran wild endlessly.
Yechan, who had gotten up supporting himself on the bed, began pushing into Jiwoon’s bottom again.
“Haah…” Jiwoon, who had been catching his breath at the cock thrust all the way to the end, soon tightened his inner walls and spoke.
“Do it, Yechan. So I can’t run away.”
At those words, something exploded with a pop in his head. Yechan immediately put Jiwoon’s legs on his shoulders and began striking down vertically with his cock.
Yechan, who had completely bent his upper body, sucked Jiwoon’s lips like a madman. At the breathtakingly suffocating sex, Jiwoon scratched Yechan’s thighs and moaned unrestrainedly.
“Good, good. Yechan… Good, ah, ugh!”
Jiwoon’s words were completely crushed inside Yechan’s mouth. Yechan’s eyes had rolled back.
Jiwoon was submerged in those eyes and received every drop of Yechan’s pitch-black emotions without leaving any behind.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
