#127
The sight of him consuming Yoo Seong-woo’s semen was supremely erotic. He extended his crimson tongue to lick—swish, slurp—and then raised his eyes to meet Yoo Seong-woo’s gaze. Beneath his thick, dark eyebrows, his prosthetic eye gleamed electric blue. The moment their eyes met, another jolt of pleasure surged through him.
In his bewilderment, Yoo Seong-woo opened his mouth and let out whatever sounds came.
“Stop… stop eating…”
“I don’t want to.”
With each brush of that rough tongue against his stomach, the pooled semen entered Yeon Tae-soo’s mouth. It was as embarrassing as having his private parts sucked. Even now, Yeon Tae-soo’s chin kept bumping against his erect dick. Having shaved that morning, his chin stung whenever it brushed against the glans.
Yoo Seong-woo knew that one word about pain would make Yeon Tae-soo stop. Nevertheless, he allowed Yeon Tae-soo’s chin to freely stimulate his glans. This unfamiliar stinging sensation wasn’t unpleasant. Rather, it provided a subtle stimulation that excited him more.
He etched into his memory the sight of Yeon Tae-soo’s Adam’s apple moving up and down, his lips pressing, rubbing, and swallowing his semen. His rigid erection no longer embarrassed him. He only wished for Yeon Tae-soo to spread his legs again and insert his dick.
However, Yeon Tae-soo seemed to have no intention of immediately granting his wish, persistently licking only his lower abdomen.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him: Do I need to wait?
Yoo Seong-woo reached out his hand. He placed it on Yeon Tae-soo’s head as he continued licking his lower abdomen.
“Now…”
Though he had resolved to speak, when it came to parting his lips, he couldn’t help feeling embarrassed. During his long hesitation, Yeon Tae-soo stopped his actions and waited. As if he already knew what Yoo Seong-woo was going to say.
“Now… please put it in…”
When he finally managed to speak with a crimson face, sure enough, Yeon Tae-soo smiled faintly. A smile that seemed to say “I knew it,” an adult-like smile. It could have been vexing, but it wasn’t.
Without drawing it out further, Yeon Tae-soo spread his legs and sat upright between them. It seemed like it had been a while since he’d seen that glossy dick erect without a condom.
The reddish glans was again positioned at his hole. He pushed into the hole that had closed again despite being probed several times. The somewhat rough movement was burdensome, and Yoo Seong-woo inhaled.
What followed was a familiar pleasure—no, a pleasure that simply wouldn’t become familiar—filling his mind. His lower part expanded tightly to accept his dick. Yeon Tae-soo moved his hips. Each time, his body jerked as if struck by lightning.
“Ah, mmph, nngh, ah! Hnngh!”
Moans burst out uncontrollably. Yoo Seong-woo could feel his own rigid erection. He could equally feel Yeon Tae-soo’s dick filling him inside.
“Seong-woo, should I come inside?”
“Mmm… ah…”
“Hmm? That’s why you told me not to wear a condom, right?”
“Yes, ah, yesss…”
A voice that uncharacteristically stretched out flowed from him. And almost simultaneously, as if it had been waiting, lukewarm fluid filled his insides.
“Mmm, nnngh…”
Yoo Seong-woo trembled at a pleasure different from when the dick entered. If his body had a womb like a human, would it be possible to receive his seed and become pregnant? As that thought reached him, a strange sense of regret and guilt came simultaneously.
“What are you thinking about?”
And he loved how Yeon Tae-soo could detect even these brief fantasies.
Though he asked the question, Yeon Tae-soo didn’t seem to need an answer. Judging by how quickly he was thrusting his hips, making it impossible to respond.
“Ugh! Mmm! Ah! Ah!”
He let out moans almost like crying. Yeon Tae-soo’s textured dick pushed into places it seemed it shouldn’t go, thrusting and then suddenly withdrawing repeatedly. Each time, explicit squelching sounds were clearly audible.
He reached climax again. Though it wasn’t the first time he’d been penetrated while carrying Yeon Tae-soo’s semen inside him, it felt so good that electricity seemed to run through him.
“Haah, mmm…”
Now even his nasal sounds had become quite sensual. Slap, slap. Sweat-soaked flesh continually collided. Yoo Seong-woo felt the semen filling him constantly leaking. The wetness flowed out, dripping down to his perineum.
“Seong-woo… beneath you, whew, it’s a mess.”
Sure enough, Yeon Tae-soo looked down and smiled crookedly. He brought his prosthetic hand to the junction and suddenly began poking at the entrance.
“Mmh, your hand…”
“Yeah. My cum is coming out with my dick, but it’s too slow, so I’m going to, whew, scrape it out with my hand.”
What could this possibly mean? Before he could question it, Yeon Tae-soo’s hard metal fingers forced their way into his hole.
“Mmmmh…!”
The hole, already stretched by the textured dick, expanded even more. One finger struggled its way in and touched the inner wall.
The cold metal finger and hot dick contrasted in temperature as they alternately stirred his insides. It seemed like when the finger came in, the dick went out, and when the dick came in, the finger went out, but at some point, they thrust in together.
Each time, the semen that had filled him inside gradually leaked out. The hole became slick with wetness, and the semen that came out dripped down to his perineum.
“Mmm, this, strange, hah, mmm…”
Yoo Seong-woo moaned as if in pain. Yeon Tae-soo stirred the semen stuck to the inner wall with his finger as if scraping it. The sensation of metal was felt simultaneously with the texture of the dick.
“Mm, what? Seong-woo, what?”
“Haah, nngh… strange… feeling, it feels strange…”
“Mmm, strange?”
His voice, like soothing a child, sounded completely insincere. Out of annoyance, Yoo Seong-woo tried to deliberately glare at him, but all his facial muscles had weakened, allowing only an awkward frown.
“Still… I have to scrape it out. Whew, you said your stomach hurt.”
“Mm, ah, n-no, it’s fine… Aah!”
Suddenly, as the finger dug in deeply, he started in surprise and reflexively tightened his hole.
“Ah, fuck…”
Yeon Tae-soo let out a moan and momentarily stopped moving his hips. Again, gulp, gulp, semen filled his insides. Despite not seeming like he had just ejaculated, the amount was large this time too.
“Haah, ah, Seong-woo.”
Even while calling his name with rough breaths, Yeon Tae-soo moved his finger and hips again. The semen he had just released flowed out with squelching sounds, caught on his finger and dick.
The textured ridge on his dick and the metal finger forcibly stretched the inner wall, digging in and then retreating. Yeon Tae-soo’s prosthetic hand was also soaked with semen. Now it was impossible to tell whether he was removing the semen or putting it back in.
Yeon Tae-soo moved his hips a bit faster, and at some point, he inserted two more fingers. Three fingers and his dick randomly stirred inside. The sloshing sounds and wet sensations were stimulating.
Yoo Seong-woo reached climax again, feeling his lower part stretch to its limit. A few drops of semen weakly flowed from his still rigid dick.
“Ahh, mm, nngh…”
“Mmh, it’s so good, Seong-woo…”
It was irrational and inefficient how he melted at just one word of praise, even though he felt like he was about to die from exhaustion and could resent him.
Suddenly, he thought he was becoming more like him. This contradiction of wanting Yeon Tae-soo to explore him more and torture him more, even when it was already overwhelmingly difficult to endure, resembled humans—no, resembled him.
With a squelching sound, Yeon Tae-soo’s fingers inside pressed firmly against the inner wall. Somehow his fingertips had reached deep inside and firmly pressed the most sensitive spot.
“Ah! Nngh! Ah! Mmmaahh!”
He let out moans that were close to screams. His whole body jerked from the overwhelming sensation, and warning messages began to appear. Though it felt like his heart would burst, Yoo Seong-woo instead raised his hips to match Yeon Tae-soo’s movements.
Deeply inserted, Yeon Tae-soo suddenly bent down to him and showered kisses on his neck, cheek, and ear.
“Seong-woo…”
Smack, smack. The wet sounds were squishy below and ticklish above.
“I love you, hah, Seong-woo.”
Why are confessions during sex always so sweet? Could they be so sweet that tears might come?
“I… too…”
Between his panting breaths, he also drew out a confession.
“I love you too.”
His heart warmed at the sight of Yeon Tae-soo finally smiling brightly. Yoo Seong-woo embraced him with all his strength.
That day, Yeon Tae-soo tormented Yoo Seong-woo until he was completely exhausted. The sight of him soaked in bodily fluids indistinguishable as to whose they were, even after reaching climax several times, made Yeon Tae-soo even more aroused.
Unable to bear how lovable the disheveled Yoo Seong-woo was in his hands, Yeon Tae-soo held the wet man and kissed him wherever he touched. Until he fell asleep, whimpering about being tired.
Yoo Seong-woo gradually drifted off to sleep amid those ticklish sensations. Yeon Tae-soo’s embrace was as comfortable as if it had been made for him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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