#67
Supporting Seo Yi-young’s body with just one arm, Choi Do-jun grabbed his cheek to make him look at him. At first, Seo Yi-young resisted weakly, but when it became clear that Choi Do-jun wouldn’t give up, he finally showed his face obediently. His pale face was streaked with tears, making him look terribly unsightly. His face was a complete mess, covered in tears and snot.
Obscene sounds of their bodies joining together continued endlessly in the bathroom.
“…ugh, ungh.”
But when a pitiful expression appeared on his face, Choi Do-jun said without thinking:
“It’ll be over soon.”
“So-on, when, you crazy bastaaard, ah! Huuu, stop put-, ugh, ahhh…!”
He should just be careful about pushing it all the way in, but that wasn’t easy. Even now.
Choi Do-jun inserted his flesh as far as it could go and then rotated his hips in a circular motion as if to push in even more. This made Seo Yi-young squirm while letting out ecstatic moans.
But it wasn’t because he disliked it. Seo Yi-young’s mucous membrane suddenly stiffened and gripped Choi Do-jun’s cock. It seemed he had reached another orgasm. This time he went dry, without ejaculating. What a ridiculously sensitive body. Choi Do-jun clicked his tongue lightly.
Contrary to his chattiness, Seo Yi-young’s body was pathetically susceptible to pleasure.
“…ha…, haa, haa…”
Seo Yi-young’s body went limp and slumped. Having lost the strength to resist after multiple climaxes, Seo Yi-young was now just hanging from Choi Do-jun’s grip, breathing heavily. Holding such a Seo Yi-young, Choi Do-jun’s thrusting became rougher than ever before.
Each time Choi Do-jun thrust upward, Seo Yi-young’s limp arms swayed.
Heat built up near his navel, making him want to release it immediately.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
The sound of flesh meeting and separating was loud. Seo Yi-young’s buttocks jiggled each time Choi Do-jun thrust forcefully. Seo Yi-young seemed to be trying to stop Choi Do-jun’s movements by shrinking his body as much as possible, but such passive gestures were far from stopping him—rather, they were stimulating. Choi Do-jun had no patience left either.
Even in this situation, Seo Yi-young’s insides moistly sucked in Choi Do-jun’s cock. It was incredible. Whether it was intentional or unconscious, it was still problematic.
“…ha, haa, ah, mmm, mm…, ugh, huu.”
“Seo Yi-young.”
Seo Yi-young’s shoulders twitched.
As the heat of storm-like sensuality gradually invaded his brain, Choi Do-jun called Seo Yi-young’s name again. There was a response when he called his name. But it wasn’t a normal response. His mind seemed dazed from the multiple waves of pleasure, not yet fully returned to its senses.
“Yi-young. Yi-young-ah.”
When he called his name, light returned to Seo Yi-young’s unfocused, blurry eyes.
“Call me hyung. Huu, you disrespectful, brat. Wh-what do you think you’re, ah, ah, ugh.”
The first thing he said after regaining his senses was a masterpiece. It spontaneously drew admiration.
With his senses returned, Seo Yi-young’s face was thoroughly soaked in pleasure, looking as if water might drip from it. His reddened eyes, the labored breaths escaping from between his parted lips. Choi Do-jun took in every detail.
After properly recognizing what situation he was in, he frowned and looked pitiful.
“Ah, huu, you still, when, how long…, hic… Soon, haa, ugh, you said soon.”
Seo Yi-young flailed his arms about. He probably intended to hit Choi Do-jun, but it seemed he couldn’t properly muster his strength. Choi Do-jun put his thumb into Seo Yi-young’s mouth. Immediately, a questioning gaze mixed with protest flew towards him.
“You don’t seem to have the strength to hit properly. Bite.”
A light of defiance immediately settled in Seo Yi-young’s eyes. Then, as if to prove himself, he bit Choi Do-jun’s thumb. But it was weaker than expected. He certainly seemed unable to exert proper strength anymore.
It was easy to see that the reason Seo Yi-young wasn’t using his recovery ability despite being in this state was because he was afraid Choi Do-jun would pounce on him again.
Choi Do-jun was also close to climaxing. With his relentless thrusting, Seo Yi-young trembled as he clung to Choi Do-jun, exerting strength in his arms. The mucous membrane, sensitive after his climax, crumpled messily as Choi Do-jun’s cock repeatedly stabbed inside. The interior was smashed about like sticky jelly with each of Choi Do-jun’s thrusts.
“Hu, hic, …ah, ahh, ugh, uu…, huuk!”
Feeling a sting near his collarbone, he looked down to see Seo Yi-young biting him as if venting his frustration. Though he had offered his finger to bite, it seems that wasn’t satisfying enough.
Calling this biting? It made him chuckle, but if this helped vent his frustration, he was willing to offer as much as needed. Compared to when a mob scratched his forearm with its claws, this was cute.
When it seemed not to have the effect he thought it would, the sniffling Seo Yi-young soon released his mouth. He looked at Choi Do-jun with eyes full of indignation.
“Now, stop, huu, stop pleease, ah! You, crazy, how much longer until you cum, ahhh. Hu, hiik…!”
“Haa, it’s almost over now. Ha…, mm.”
“Huu, don’t lie, you son of a, ah, ack. Ah…! Ah!”
Would others have seen this exhausted face too?
Seo Yi-young, gasping and turning red all the way to his chest from the strain, yet still begging for more. This disheveled expression, soaked in pleasure, that would be completely unimaginable from his usual appearance?
“…Kugh.”
Choi Do-jun’s cock, which had been pistoning so vigorously it was strange steam wasn’t rising, plunged deep into Seo Yi-young. Seo Yi-young’s body fluttered like a fish struck by a harpoon.
Choi Do-jun felt like fireworks were exploding in his head. It was an orgasm so intense he suspected his brain might have shriveled from pleasure. He felt hot liquid spreading on their pressed abdomens.
Did he come again? It was almost laughable. Whether this extreme susceptibility to pleasure was innate or due to rolling around with many other guys—
Choi Do-jun’s mouth corners tightened rigidly.
Unconsciously, strength entered the arm holding Seo Yi-young. Seo Yi-young, held up by Choi Do-jun, instinctively moved as if trying to pull his waist. But perhaps because he was so limp, it merely ended up stimulating Choi Do-jun’s cock.
When he shifted his gaze to Seo Yi-young, he saw tears that had pooled in his eyes rolling down his cheeks. His eyes were completely closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
Choi Do-jun wanted to feel Seo Yi-young’s mucous membrane more, but if he did, he would definitely want to go another round. He could guarantee it. Choi Do-jun moved his hips to pull his cock out from inside Seo Yi-young. He could feel the delicate flesh inside trembling and trying not to let go.
Wondering if he might have woken up, he looked at Seo Yi-young’s face again, but he was in deep sleep, breathing evenly.
*
Seo Yi-young came to his senses feeling warm water streams.
Like a child, he was “receiving” a shower while being held by Choi Do-jun. His eyes met with Choi Do-jun, who was washing away the foam at just the right temperature.
“…What, ahem, what are you doing now?”
His voice was hoarse, making it difficult to speak properly.
“Sleep a bit more. I’ll escort you to the bed myself.”
“……”
Was this sarcasm?
Is it okay to speak like this just because someone lost consciousness briefly? I wonder if he knows whose fault it was that I lost consciousness in the first place. Seo Yi-young silently stared at Choi Do-jun.
“Perhaps I should have done it one more time to make sure you couldn’t regain consciousness at all.”
“…You crazy bastard.”
He was just calmly saying such things. To Seo Yi-young, Choi Do-jun truly looked like a beast. Saying he should have done it one more time in this situation? Is that something to say? He wanted to say more, but it was physically too demanding.
The anus that Choi Do-jun had forcibly pried open and entered still tingled, and his buttocks and sacrum, which had made slapping sounds from the frenzied hip movements, were sore as if beaten.
“I can wash, …myself.”
Seo Yi-young coughed again. His vocal cords felt as rough as being scratched with dry sand.
He adjusted his posture to stand by himself instead of leaning against Choi Do-jun, but his legs wouldn’t support him and he staggered. The only reason he didn’t collapse on the floor was because Choi Do-jun caught him.
“You can wash yourself?”
“……”
Seo Yi-young didn’t answer but glared at Choi Do-jun. He was so angry he almost wanted to use his ability. But if he did, Choi Do-jun might cling to him wanting more. That was absolutely out of the question.
Even if using his ability would physically make him okay, it was mentally hard to endure. He wanted to go to bed like this and sleep. He was really confident he could sleep well.
Seo Yi-young shook his head while looking at Choi Do-jun. He couldn’t bring himself to ask to be washed, even if his mouth were to tear.
But Choi Do-jun was no pushover either.
“I don’t know what you want. Should I step aside so you can wash more easily?”
Damn him.
Choi Do-jun released Seo Yi-young’s body. Splash. Wobbling with an “oh-oh,” Seo Yi-young sat right down on the floor. It was unbelievable, but there truly was no strength in his legs at all. Despite clearly seeing this situation, Choi Do-jun was genuinely trying to leave, not just pretending. He’s leaving like this? After leaving him in this state? How can someone wearing a human mask be so heartless?
Unbelievable as it was, Choi Do-jun actually opened the bathroom door as if to leave.
“Hey, hey, Choi Do-jun!”
Seo Yi-young urgently called out to him. Choi Do-jun turned his head slowly. His eyes seemed to urge Seo Yi-young to speak quickly.
He didn’t want to, but there was no choice. A tired body can be recovered, but the brain cannot. It can only rest through sleep. There was nothing to be done about that. Perhaps Seo Yi-young’s actions had been predetermined from the beginning.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
