#122
With each small push of his pillar inward, Yoo Seong-woo’s inner walls wrapped around his dick as if squeezing it. It felt like someone was gripping and shaking it strongly with their hand.
“Ah, hoo, baby, it feels so good, hmm?”
“Mmm, ah, hng, haa…”
Yeon Tae-soo bent down to kiss him. He could feel Yoo Seong-woo’s dick getting wet as it was pressed against his lower abdomen. Somehow, he seemed to be getting wetter lately.
As their lips parted, he faced a flushed red face. What could he be thinking? Was he just inflamed with heat?
A few days ago, Yoo Seong-woo had explained what his vision was like. The fact that emotion recognition functions or warning messages appeared was unfamiliar to Yeon Tae-soo.
When Yoo Seong-woo mentioned that sometimes various warning messages appeared, almost completely obscuring his vision, Yeon Tae-soo unconsciously clenched his teeth.
‘Isn’t it disgusting?’
To Yoo Seong-woo’s question, Yeon Tae-soo replied:
‘No, just seems inconvenient.’
Yoo Seong-woo seemed a little surprised by that answer.
‘…It’s actually convenient sometimes. It tells me about my body condition…’
He couldn’t continue from there. Yeon Tae-soo could guess why. He must have recalled the time when he was hiding his android identity from him. How much had he concealed his condition? Had he smiled at him while ignoring the warning messages appearing before his eyes?
‘It must be quite inconvenient to have text blocking your view of your handsome lover.’
Yoo Seong-woo had laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood. At that moment, Yeon Tae-soo could be certain. There are no texts appearing in front of your eyes right now.
And now… well, perhaps an increased heart rate warning might appear. A warning saying it feels so good he might die wouldn’t appear, right? He could make such warnings appear more than dozens of times.
While continuing these idle thoughts, Yeon Tae-soo increased the speed of his hip movements. With each rapid thrust, he could distinctly feel Yoo Seong-woo’s inner walls.
Even with a condom on, it was enough to feel Yoo Seong-woo. How could he not feel when he was being squeezed like this? The pressure enveloping his entire pillar was bringing him close to ejaculation even now.
“Hooo, aaah…”
With each long moan and back-and-forth movement of his hips, Yoo Seong-woo’s body trembled. His eyes were completely unfocused and his mouth was open, looking only at him in a very lewd way, as if he was already completely out of his mind.
Yeon Tae-soo inserted his fingers, not from his prosthetic hand, into his mouth. As he freely ravaged the soft mucous membrane and tormented his tongue, the bright red tongue wrapped around his fingers.
Watching this, he straightened his upper body. When he grabbed both of Yoo Seong-woo’s legs and spread them wide apart, Yoo Seong-woo was startled.
Yeon Tae-soo rapidly thrust his hips while observing the obscene sight of his condom-covered dick going in and out. Slap, slap, flesh collided. Yoo Seong-woo’s erect dick swayed side to side, spraying precum everywhere.
Looking down at the explicit point of connection, Yeon Tae-soo ejaculated. Almost simultaneously, Yoo Seong-woo also climaxed.
“Ngh, haa, ah, aah…”
He scooped up Yoo Seong-woo’s semen pooled on his stomach with his fingertips and brought it to his mouth. As he demonstratively licked his wet fingers, Yoo Seong-woo tightened his insides again in response to the action.
“How cute.”
Why was the word “cute” never enough, no matter how often he said it? Moreover, it was a word difficult to endure without saying aloud. He licked up the remaining semen clean and moved his hips back and forth.
“I think I say ‘cute’ too much, hoo, but what can I do, hoo, when you’re so cute?”
“Ngh, haa, hng, hng!”
“Hmm? So I’ll, ngh, keep saying it.”
“Haa, I, ah, didn’t, say any… Ngh!”
Yeon Tae-soo felt his lower abdomen becoming wet. Yoo Seong-woo had immediately ejaculated again. The dick inside his inner walls was squeezed painfully tight. With a short curse under his breath, he kept Yoo Seong-woo’s legs firmly spread in an M-shape and moved his hips.
“I, ngh, just, hng, came, nngh!”
“Yes, yes. Baby. Hooo…”
Though he had just ejaculated, some fluid, whether precum or something else, kept flowing from Yoo Seong-woo’s dick. No, it seemed to be semen. Even his dick, which was dripping semen from the overwhelming pleasure that kept assaulting him, looked cute. He felt completely smitten.
“Baby, your dick juice keeps flowing out. Hoo, don’t you, ngh, get warning messages?”
“Ugh, haa, aah…”
Melted in pleasure, Yoo Seong-woo could barely answer, almost limp. Even that appearance was cute in Yeon Tae-soo’s eyes.
“Should I do more? Hmm?”
“Mmm, mm, haa…”
“Yes, I’ll do more. Play with me all night, hng, baby.”
With each movement of his hips, the flesh made satisfying slapping sounds as it collided. Yoo Seong-woo’s body was soaked. His stomach was drenched with fluid, indistinguishable whether it was sweat or semen.
He bent his upper body and frantically bit and sucked on Yoo Seong-woo’s wet body. No matter where he sucked, Yoo Seong-woo tasted sweet.
He was determined to cover his entire upper body with hickeys. Only after sucking on his body for quite some time did he straighten up. Seeing that the lower part was wetter than before, it seemed Yoo Seong-woo had ejaculated again.
“These days, hoo, you… feel it more, you know?”
Recently, Yoo Seong-woo had become more sensitive. He reached orgasm much more frequently than before. Yeon Tae-soo was happy about this. How ecstatic was it that his body became Yoo Seong-woo’s pleasure?
“Baby, do you like me? Do you like my dick?”
“Yes, mmm, hng! Haa!”
“Yes, yes. I like it too.”
Exchanging meaningless conversation, Yeon Tae-soo ravaged his lower part over and over. His uneven dick was still like a weapon even with a condom on. Though his dick seemed already fully erect, it became even harder. The veins protruding rigidly between the ridges were visible even through the condom.
Whenever he wondered if it was okay to thrust this vicious thing into the beautiful Yoo Seong-woo, he would see Yoo Seong-woo’s appearance. Seeing him tightly holding his dick below, fidgeting and slightly thrusting his hips upward, he would lose his rationality.
Yeon Tae-soo occasionally felt like a beast. But how could anyone maintain self-control seeing this? He felt like he wanted to bite his flesh and swallow it whole.
When he put his lips on Yoo Seong-woo’s upper body, already full of hickeys, Yoo Seong-woo felt pain, so later he bit and sucked on his feverishly hot face.
How many times had they done it? Five full condoms were scattered on the floor. Some had been used for two ejaculations because he found it wasteful to change condoms.
Yeon Tae-soo, without pulling out, looked around for a new condom when he heard something drop with a thud. Yoo Seong-woo’s arm, which had been stretched forward, had fallen onto the bed. Though he was breathing heavily, he appeared to have fainted.
“Even fainting, you do it so prettily.”
Yeon Tae-soo smiled contentedly as he looked down at Yoo Seong-woo, who was asleep with one arm stretched toward the bed’s headboard, the other arm stretched to the right, and still holding his dick below.
As he tried to carefully pull out his dick, the condom remained inside due to his unfamiliarity with condoms, and only his dick slipped out. The semen that had been inside spilled out, soaking the sheets.
Yeon Tae-soo removed the remaining condom from the hole. The opening, which had been spread, slightly closed, almost leaving the condom inside.
Meanwhile, Yoo Seong-woo stirred as if he had briefly awakened. He covered him with a blanket as he curled up, softly moaning.
“What are you dreaming about?”
Yeon Tae-soo had dreamed of Yoo Seong-woo several times. When he had run away, and before his surgery.
That dream still felt as real as if it had actually happened. He could even feel the touch on his hands. Because memories of the sensation in the dream kept coming back, making him uneasy, he needlessly lightly touched his arm over the blanket.
Perhaps we met several times in dreams. What would Yoo Seong-woo say if he said that? Would he say it was an unrealistic imagination?
Or would he be surprised and say he had thought the same thing?
Before going to get a towel to wipe him, Yeon Tae-soo spent a long time watching him sleep. A subtle smile remained on his face as he rested his chin, as if watching Yoo Seong-woo was the most enjoyable thing in the world.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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