#47
Seo Yi-young repeatedly threw punches at him in protest, but it only ended up draining his own strength.
With each movement of Choi Do-jun’s hips, hot breaths escaped him involuntarily. His body shook unsteadily as the strong force kneaded his inner flesh. Finding it difficult to hold himself up, Seo Yi-young finally wrapped his arms around Choi Do-jun’s neck. The heat that started from within rose to his brain, gradually paralyzing his thoughts.
“Much better,” he heard Choi Do-jun mutter.
“Hur-ry, hurry up and finish, ugh, hnng.”
He spoke with difficulty while clenching around Choi Do-jun’s cock, which was spreading him open and filling him tightly. Though Seo Yi-young was exhausted, his inner walls diligently wriggled, nibbling on his cock. As Choi Do-jun continued his thrusting, wet squelching sounds emanated from the hole.
This wasn’t because of the lubricant. The slippery sensation was different.
“Strange, you, what did you, ugh, aheugh, what did you do?”
“Nothing. It’s unfair that you’re blaming me for what you did yourself.”
“There’s no, no way, ah…! Ahughk.”
An unbearable itching sensation welled up. He tried shaking his head and moving his hips, but it didn’t help at all. It only intensified his thirst for pleasure. Choi Do-jun, having removed his lips, supported himself with one arm and looked down at Seo Yi-young.
It was mortifying to face each other at such close range. While doing it from behind, he couldn’t see properly, but now he could see even the slightest movement of his eyebrows. He didn’t want to show his face, which had gone soft with pleasure.
“Hng, ah, ah, ah! Ah!”
Choi Do-jun’s face entered Seo Yi-young’s field of vision as he looked elsewhere. Seo Yi-young unconsciously shifted his focus to him. Had Choi Do-jun also made such a face earlier? With such an expression?
He could feel a burning heat emanating from deep within his pupils. Choi Do-jun’s gaze felt like something sticky that clung and wouldn’t easily come off.
“D-don’t, hnng, don’t look, ugh, don’t look at me like that, ah, ah. Ugh.”
Seo Yi-young knew his voice was coming out shakily, as if suppressed. Despite his words, Choi Do-jun’s gaze wouldn’t leave. Instead, it clung more persistently. It was as tenacious as ants sticking to a honey pot.
“What a shame,” Choi Do-jun clicked his tongue softly. His tone was genuinely regretful.
“If I had known this would happen, I would have done it face-to-face from the beginning.”
He wanted to retort, but thanks to the flesh rod that was quickly and deeply penetrating him, he couldn’t say anything. Phuk, phuhk. With each thrust, heat rose from the softened membrane.
As the thrusting continued, it seemed like the squelching sound was getting louder, though it might have been his imagination. If it were just the lubricant, it should gradually dry out over time, not get worse.
“Ugh, mm, …ungh. Hughk, uh.”
Chilchok. Chilchuk. Chupeup.
Loud sounds resonated with each advance and retreat. Choi Do-jun readjusted his hold on Seo Yi-young’s legs, which were shuddering at the shoulders.
“You’re literally dripping wet.”
“…Ah, wha-, what is, ah, uh, hungh, ah.”
“I thought you’d be somewhat used to it, but it’s beyond my expectations.”
“What is, ah! Uh, augh! Ah! Aaahng!”
Choi Do-jun thrust his hips upward with a rough movement. The movement felt as if he was angry. But there was a more important issue elsewhere. Choi Do-jun’s cock was penetrating deeper and deeper. Inside, deeper into the depths. All the way to the end of the path that was accommodating Choi Do-jun.
Feeling the head of his cock pounding inside, Seo Yi-young shook his head and fumbled at his own stomach.
“No, no. Don’t do more, don’t do, ak, if you do more, no, ah, ak!”
Seo Yi-young spoke, but Choi Do-jun acted as if he hadn’t heard and began pushing against the end of the wall. It seemed like he might break through the wall made of tender flesh at any moment. Instinctively fearful, Seo Yi-young tried to push Choi Do-jun away in refusal, but it was futile. He couldn’t possibly overpower Choi Do-jun physically.
Fearing what would happen if Choi Do-jun forcibly pushed in, Seo Yi-young eventually began to whimper. His hands trembled as he tried to stop Choi Do-jun.
“Do-, Dojun, Choi Dojun. Dojun-ah…!”
Seo Yi-young called out to Choi Do-jun with a shaky voice. He didn’t have much hope, but surprisingly, Choi Do-jun stopped moving. With his flesh pressed against the softened wall, Choi Do-jun’s pupils fixed on Seo Yi-young. His heated gaze narrowed as if waiting to see what he would say.
The opportunity was now. A strong warning rang out that he shouldn’t miss this moment, right now.
“St-, stop, stop, …don’t do more.”
“…”
“…I’m, I’m scared.”
Showing weakness to Choi Do-jun was so embarrassing that he wanted to bite his tongue, but this wasn’t the time to worry about that. If he didn’t stop him, it felt like they would reach a point of no return. Of course, they’d already reached a point of no return, but it seemed like they would go even further.
That’s what scared him. It felt like he wouldn’t be able to come back. Even now, with his insides throbbing like this, if they crossed this point, it didn’t seem like it would just end with feeling “good.”
Fortunately, given the chance to stop him, he had to desperately persuade Choi Do-jun.
“If I stop now, what will you do for me?”
“What? What will I do for… What, no, ah! No, if we don’t do this, hnng, anything but this! I’ll do anything. So please.”
Choi Do-jun just quietly looked down at Seo Yi-young, who was speaking urgently. It felt like he was urging him to say more.
What should I do? What more should I do here? How can I make Choi Do-jun stop? It felt like he could hear the ticking of a second hand. Kughk, the soft flesh inside was pushed. Choi Do-jun, who had stopped moving, was pushing his hips again. Seo Yi-young tensed his entire body and urgently wrapped his legs around Choi Do-jun’s waist to prevent him from moving further. His mind raced like never before to escape this crisis.
Choi Do-jun stopping his movement just now. Ceasing his reckless pushing. That was because—
“Dojun, Dojun-ah.”
And that was precisely the right answer.
The glans that had been forcefully pushing inward stopped abruptly.
“Don’t go too deep inside. …Okay?”
Choi Do-jun’s tightly closed lips opened.
“Put your arms around my neck.”
“Mmm? Oh, o-, okay, okay.”
Seo Yi-young hurriedly wrapped his arms around him as soon as Choi Do-jun finished speaking. But that alone wasn’t enough, as Choi Do-jun urged him closer, even closer. Finally, after embracing him tightly enough for their upper bodies to be completely pressed together, Choi Do-jun’s cock, which had been lodged inside, slowly retreated.
Sweat dripped from both their bodies, and their skin was hot.
“Slow-, ly, go slowly.”
“You’re making quite demanding requests.”
Though he didn’t explicitly say he would listen to Seo Yi-young, judging by the atmosphere, he had clearly agreed.
“Ugh, ungh. Ugh, ah, ungh. Good, ah.”
Despite his reproach, the evidence was that he moved at exactly the pace Seo Yi-young preferred. The inner membrane that had clung tightly to Choi Do-jun’s withdrawing cock returned to its place. The wrinkled folds inside stretched snugly to the shape of his cock, gladly accommodating it.
With each entry and exit of Choi Do-jun’s cock, the entrance became increasingly wet. The inner walls, which had contracted with tension, gaped softly from the repeated thrusting.
Choi Do-jun, who had been moving slowly, gradually added speed. Trusting that Choi Do-jun wouldn’t insert beyond a certain depth, Seo Yi-young gave himself over to the rising excitement. A dull excitement spread within his body, and Seo Yi-young tightened his entrance, squeezing Choi Do-jun’s cock.
“Huk, uh, ah, …ugh, hughk.”
The slipperiness increased bit by bit. The viscosity of the fluid moistening his insides thickened. The sticky, squelching sound flowed into his ears.
“Hng, ah, ah, ah! Ah, wait! Ah!”
“So you like having your ears, done like this.”
“Don’t, don’t say, ah! Ungh, ahuk!”
“Hey. Are you trying to bite it off?”
“No, no, if you stop, ah, stop, huk…!”
Choi Do-jun put Seo Yi-young’s earlobe between his lips and inserted his tongue into his ear canal, blowing. The squelching sound more blatantly pounded his eardrums. Unconsciously, he tensed his insides, tightly squeezing Choi Do-jun, and seemingly pleased with this, despite protests to stop, his tongue didn’t cease.
Unlike the hole that had clenched and released, it remained clenched. As if enjoying the tightness of that hole, Choi Do-jun stopped his hips and drew a circle.
“Hiayuk!”
For his part, Seo Yi-young couldn’t endure as the thickest part, the glans, pressed and stimulated his most sensitive spot, so he trembled and tightened his arms around Choi Do-jun. He acted as if he would die if he let go of Choi Do-jun.
Pleasure beyond the limit was no different from pain. His skin tingled as if dry branches had brushed against him in a forest. But he couldn’t reject that sensation. Rather, he tightened his embracing arms, gasping for more. His body was beyond control. He could no longer manage on his own.
Seo Yi-young’s cock, which had already experienced orgasm several times, was erect again and dripping precum. Their joined lower abdomens became slick with the precum Seo Yi-young released. The viscous fluid had pooled in the hollow of his navel and also wet his sparse pubic hair.
The continuously rubbed membrane contracted hotly. Choi Do-jun’s cock exited and refilled that tightly clenched space without any gaps.
“Huk, uhuk, ah, hnng, ugh.”
A sob permeated his voice. Led by uncontrollable pleasure, the muscles throughout his body convulsed. Conflicting thoughts—wishing this sensation, similar to an electric shock, would quickly disappear, and hoping it would continue—mixed confusingly.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
