“Ah… Han-seo… Han-seo…”
Han-seo’s hand moved rapidly, veins bulging as he stroked up and down Woo-jun’s shaft. A deep, low moan slipped from above, vibrating in the back of Han-seo’s throat. Every time the tip brushed the roof of his mouth, that bitter, salty flavor lingered on his tongue. Swallowing hard, Han-seo pushed it down, feeling the taste coat the back of his throat. The narrowing passage gripped Woo-jun’s tip tightly, making him clench his fists at his sides, unable to even grab Han-seo’s hair.
His throat stung as tears welled from the pressure. Looking up, eyes glossy, he met Woo-jun’s face—frozen, mouth slightly open, torn between pleasure and concern.
Woo-jun brushed the corner of Han-seo’s eye with a trembling finger. “Y-you can stop now…”
“Shut up.”
“W-wait—don’t talk with it in your mouth…!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Ah… Han-seo…”
With a guttural groan, hot liquid burst in his throat. “Ugh, it tastes awful…” Han-seo grimaced but didn’t pull away. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and slowly let the cum drip from his mouth.
Woo-jun stared, dazed, before suddenly standing up and scooping Han-seo into his arms.
“…Huh?”
“Sorry. Did I scare you?” Woo-jun’s voice was thick with restraint. “But I can’t hold it anymore. I can’t just sit still.”
“…W-what?”
Just a minute ago, he’d been so gentle. Now, he was charging forward without pause. Before Han-seo could piece his thoughts together, Woo-jun had already carried him to the bedroom.
“Han-seo, are you sober? Still sleepy?”
“Y-yeah, not really…”
“Good.”
The moment Han-seo hit the bed, Woo-jun was on top of him, kissing him deeply, not caring about the lingering taste still in his mouth. Han-seo tried to match the rough kiss, fingers gripping Woo-jun’s curly hair. The soft strands twisted around his fingers like silk.
Each breath Woo-jun exhaled sent shivers through Han-seo’s lower belly. The long kiss didn’t end at his lips—it trailed down, stopping at his chest. Woo-jun’s eyes locked onto the raised nub and then latched on, sucking and biting until Han-seo’s breath grew ragged.
He didn’t give him a chance to recover. One hand slid lower, and fingers pushed roughly into the already loosened entrance. It swallowed the intrusion eagerly. As his fingers thrust inside and his mouth played with Han-seo’s chest, Han-seo’s muscular thighs shook uncontrollably.
“Ah… Woo-jun, ugh… Woo-jun, I—ah, I don’t know what to do…!”
With just his nipples being sucked and his hole fingered, Han-seo came again, spilling thick release despite not even being touched in front. Woo-jun chuckled, amused by how his cute-sized cock could still shoot like this.
“Yeah… What are you gonna do, Han-seo? You’re just too lewd…”
“Ugh… Woo-jun… ngh…”
The fingers inside him weren’t just thrusting—they were spreading him open, stretching him roughly. When they hit a sensitive spot deep inside, Han-seo’s head snapped back, his body trembling, toes curling tight. It felt like a swarm of ants crawling over his skin or boiling water pouring down his spine. He couldn’t do anything but gasp and shiver.
Sensing he was ready, Woo-jun lined up and pressed his cock between Han-seo’s legs. The moment he entered, it was fast and deep.
“Huh—ah…!”
Han-seo’s limp legs spread wide, unable to resist. Woo-jun drove in with one solid thrust.
“Han-seo, sorry… Does it hurt? I’m sorry… but I can’t stop. I’m sorry…”
Woo-jun’s voice barely registered. Han-seo could only feel the heat and sting from being stretched so wide—pain mixing with a tingling pleasure that made his entire lower half go numb.
Woo-jun held him tightly, his rough thrusts growing even more frantic. Han-seo couldn’t keep up. All he could do was cling to his neck, panting with each jolt. Thanks to the thorough prep, his loosened hole swallowed the thick cock without resistance.
The sound of their bodies slapping together, their ragged breaths, and the creaking bed filled the room. Among all of it, the wet, obscene slapping of Woo-jun’s balls hitting Han-seo’s ass was the loudest of all.
It felt like his entire brain was melting. There was no better way to describe it—he was truly going insane.
“Hoo… hah… hick…”
As that fierce, relentless cock pounded into him, Han-seo whimpered helplessly. His hypersensitive nerves teetered on the edge of pain. Woo-jun showed no sign of slowing down. Their mouths clashed roughly, and Han-seo’s breath grew more ragged until even the faint sobs he let out were swallowed into the Esper’s mouth.
“Hiiik… uh… ahh…”
He’d long since lost count of how many times he came. Even as his trembling hole clenched tight and tears streamed down his face, the merciless thrusts didn’t cease for a moment.
“Ahh… hah… Woo-jun, I—I can’t… not anymore, I can’t take it…”
Whether it was mercy or madness, Woo-jun finally came inside him—right as Han-seo was crying like a child. Even after releasing, the stiff cock buried inside him didn’t soften, making Han-seo shudder all over again.
“Han-seo, are you already tired?”
“Yeah… my legs hurt… I can’t breathe…”
“Alright. Then just stay still. I’ll take care of everything.”
Han-seo wanted to scream at him—what the hell was he talking about, smiling like that? But he didn’t even have the strength left to protest.
Fine. Do whatever you want… do it all… It was a feeling close to surrender. Not that he really hated it, but his body was simply at its limit. So maybe it wasn’t surrender so much as resignation.
Woo-jun kissed his cheek and leaned down, lowering his face between Han-seo’s thighs. Han-seo tried to resist, but his limbs were limp, useless.
“Hey! Why are you going down there?!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m doing something good, something really good.”
“Woo-jun! Wait! Stop!”
He shouted with all the strength he had left, but it was already too late. Woo-jun’s strong hands gripped his cheeks, spreading them apart. Han-seo could feel the warm stickiness inside him slowly oozing out.
They had lost their virginity together—so how had he turned into such a pervert? Han-seo clenched his teeth, silently cursing the deceptively innocent face that had lured him in.
“Hehehe~”
Woo-jun hummed as he pushed a finger deep inside. It curved expertly, prodding every tender spot along the way. Han-seo’s limp cock twitched to life again, though there was nothing left to give. His stomach ached from how much he’d already spilled.
“Han-seo… you’re so lewd. Look—you’re getting hard again.”
“It’s your fault, you goddamn pervert…”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course it is. It’d be a real problem if it wasn’t because of me!”
Even now, Woo-jun’s cheerful tone made Han-seo seriously wonder if he was doing this just to drive him crazy.
“I told you… I’m exhausted…”
But Woo-jun, mistaking his complaints for praise, only smiled brighter as he kept thrusting his fingers in and out. And it wasn’t just his fingers—his mouth moved lower, sucking and biting at Han-seo’s trembling inner thighs, making him gasp. When Woo-jun’s nose teased the sensitive perineum, a faint moan escaped from above.
“Hnngh… Woo-jun… Woo-jun…”
If this kept up, he was going to throw up. It’d be better to just be mercilessly rammed again and black out like before.
Han-seo called out to him again and again, like a child begging for attention. But Woo-jun either didn’t hear or pretended not to, only responding with a playful lick to his twitching cock.
…There was no other way.
Han-seo sighed and forced his legs further apart, reaching down with trembling fingers to spread himself open, exposing the hole where Woo-jun’s finger was still moving.
“Woo-jun… hurry up, please…”
“……”
The look he got in return made his blood run cold. The irritatingly cheerful grin on Woo-jun’s face vanished, his expression turning blank—eerily so.
“Woo-jun…? Baby…”
As Han-seo whispered and instinctively clenched again—
“Haaah—ah!!”
The bright red shaft slammed in without warning. Brutal. Unforgiving. Like a bulldozer that only knew how to go straight. Honestly, even stray animals had more dignity when they mated on the streets.
“Hick… I—ugh… Woo-jun… uh… uh…”
Each time that thick, veiny cock scraped against his overstimulated walls, Han-seo’s vision burst into white. The friction was unbearable. The inner lining of his body gripped the invading length like it wanted to cry out, and even when Han-seo couldn’t breathe and only gasped with his mouth open, Woo-jun kissed him hungrily, biting and sucking his swollen lips and tongue.
His now flaccid cock, having released again, lay limp against his abdomen, leaking a thin, clear fluid. There was nothing left.
When Woo-jun hugged him tight enough to nearly break his shoulder, Han-seo let out a strangled cry. A clear liquid trickled out of him like he’d lost control of his bladder.
The heat between their bodies was unbearable.
And the night felt endless.
