Seung-hyeon had a condom in his hand the moment the words left Seon-woo’s mouth. For how impatient he seemed, you’d expect him to fumble at least once, but every motion—from unwrapping to pulling it out—was executed with flawless precision.
Holding one condom between his fingers, Seung-hyeon boldly unbuckled his belt. In one swift motion, he pulled down his pants and underwear, and his cock sprang free with a slight bounce. It struck his abdomen with a taut thwack, a sharp contrast to the composed, almost detached look still on his face. His expression stayed calm, but his arousal told a completely different story.
Seon-woo watched intently as Seung-hyeon carefully opened the condom and slid it onto his cock. Finally, once it was fully on, Seung-hyeon gave the tip a light pinch and murmured,
“Bit tight…”
He had bought what he thought was a large size, but his voice was flat, devoid of any arrogance. He was simply stating a fact. But those words sent a pulse of arousal through Seon-woo. His gaze was locked on the space between Seung-hyeon’s legs, almost as if he were aiming at it.
“Why are you staring like that?” Seung-hyeon asked, his tone tinged with mischief.
Seon-woo didn’t answer. He didn’t frown either. Instead, he spread his legs a little wider.
For a moment, it seemed like sparks flickered in Seung-hyeon’s eyes. He let out a slow, languid sigh through his teeth, then with an even swifter movement than before, tore open another condom. There was no time to ask why—he immediately rolled it onto Seon-woo’s cock. Their eyes met, and Seung-hyeon gave a faint smile. If his intent was to keep either of their cum off the sheets, it was almost admirable.
Without a word of complaint, Seon-woo gave a slight nod, and Seung-hyeon moved decisively between his legs. As the distance closed between them, Seon-woo instinctively lifted his hips just slightly.
Seung-hyeon traced his entrance with a finger, as if to gauge it, then squirted lube over his cock and roughly smeared it on. That motion alone made Seon-woo tense up in the back. Rather than soothing him with words, Seung-hyeon simply aligned the head of his cock with the trembling, twitching hole. The fresh coat of lubricant made the entrance cold and slick. The pressure of the glans rubbing against it sent a ticklish shiver through Seon-woo. The muscles in his ass, which had tensed instinctively, relaxed just as unconsciously.
Seung-hyeon didn’t miss that brief opening—he drove his hips forward.
“Ah—hhng!”
A moan escaped Seon-woo’s lips before he could stop it. The glans, far thicker than the four fingers that had been working inside him moments ago, pushed past the entrance. Seon-woo flinched like he’d been skewered, but Seung-hyeon didn’t give him time to adjust. His hips twisted as if to escape, but Seung-hyeon caught him firmly by both sides of his waist. He wasn’t planning to ease in—he moved with unwavering intent, thrusting all the way to the base in a single motion.
“Hhuuh…!”
Seon-woo gasped, reaching up to clutch at his mouth, trying to muffle the sound. There was no real reason to hold back his voice aside from embarrassment, yet he did so anyway.
“Don’t cover your mouth,” Seung-hyeon said. “It’s all the way in.”
Despite what he said, Seung-hyeon didn’t try to pull Seon-woo’s hand away. Instead, he simply took Seon-woo’s trembling leg—still hovering in the air with nowhere to go—and draped it over his own waist.
The dull, aching fullness was uncomfortable, but thanks to all the stretching beforehand, it didn’t hurt all that much. Seon-woo steadied his breath and looked up at Seung-hyeon’s face. His expression was blank. He seemed to be faking composure, trying to maintain his calm, but his eyes betrayed him. Still, he waited, giving Seon-woo time to adjust, and only then began to move his hips, slow and deliberate.
Every time the cock slid in and out, it brushed places that even his fingers had barely reached—heightening the sensitivity of areas he didn’t even know could feel like that. With how big it was, even without aiming, the tip occasionally grazed those sweet spots. Seon-woo understood why Seung-hyeon was moving so slowly. But even so, impatience crept in. Without realizing it, he clenched and shifted his hips, trying to take him in deeper.
“Haa…”
Seung-hyeon exhaled a long, low breath—blatantly carnal. At the same time, the hands that had been gently caressing Seon-woo’s thighs now moved with intent. Gripping Seon-woo’s waist hard enough to surely leave marks, he pulled himself back. Seon-woo looked down at their connection, tense. What remained was just the head of Seung-hyeon’s cock, barely staying inside.
The moment Seon-woo swallowed, Seung-hyeon slammed back in.
The teasing, probing pace gave way to a sharp, direct thrust that landed squarely on Seon-woo’s prostate. His hips bucked off the bed involuntarily. Reflexively, he clenched tight around Seung-hyeon’s cock, gripping it hard enough to make the other man groan under his breath.
“You’re gonna break it,” he muttered.
“Ah—hnn, ah!”
“If it snaps off, Director-nim’s the one losing out.”
Instead of telling him to relax, Seung-hyeon threw out a half-joking, half-lewd quip. Caught off guard, Seon-woo looked up at him in disbelief, flustered and panting. Seung-hyeon wore a smile that was anything but gentle. He didn’t wait for a reply—just resumed his thrusts. What had hit so precisely before now started stabbing everywhere but the right spot, clearly on purpose.
Seon-woo wanted him to hit that place again, just once more. As he tried to match Seung-hyeon’s rhythm, his lower stomach tensed and twitched involuntarily. He glared at Gwak Seung-hyeon, annoyed by the teasing. Only then did Seung-hyeon pick up the pace, suddenly driving his hips with renewed intensity. The rhythm was erratic, but his cock found its mark, striking Seon-woo’s most sensitive point with force.
“Ah—hnngh…!”
Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, Seon-woo reached down to his own cock. The problem was the condom—it dulled the sensation, making it hard to really feel anything around the tip.
Seung-hyeon no doubt caught the frustration written all over Seon-woo’s face. Sure enough, their eyes met, and he stopped moving. Lowering his head, he reached out to smooth Seon-woo’s messy hair with unexpected tenderness. Then he spoke, voice soft, almost chiding.
“You’re perfectly capable of getting off from the back.”
The implication, scolding him for trying to touch himself, made Seon-woo’s face flush with shame. Fortunately, Seung-hyeon didn’t press any further.
“Since it’s been a while, I’ll cut you some slack. Turn over.”
With his cock inserted into someone else’s buttocks…… he managed to speak in a voice that sounded like he was soothing a child. Seon-woo couldn’t believe he was getting aroused in such a situation. He had obediently laid face down partly to see what Gwak Seung-hyeon was planning and partly to hide his expression.
As Seon-woo changed positions, his cock, which had slipped out, re-entered as soon as he lay down. The entrance was already open, making the penetration smooth. Seung-hyeon lowered his body as if embracing Seon-woo, following his movement. As Seon-woo gasped from the sudden insertion, he felt Seung-hyeon’s warm body against his back. Then, Seung-hyeon’s hands wrapped around Seon-woo’s, which had been flailing in the air. Although Seung-hyeon’s hands couldn’t fully enclose Seon-woo’s, the gentle pressure felt just right.
Seung-hyeon didn’t say a word, but Seon-woo quickly understood his intention. Biting his lip, Seon-woo broke into a laugh and asked, “You want me to thrust into your hand?”
He felt Seung-hyeon’s body tremble slightly behind him, as if he was laughing too. Instead of answering, Seung-hyeon playfully moved his hips once, pushing deeper inside. The sensation was more intense than when they were face-to-face. Seon-woo didn’t refuse Seung-hyeon’s suggestion.
Moving his cock within Seung-hyeon’s grasp felt incredibly lewd. His mind felt like it was melting. Every movement of his hips caused Seung-hyeon’s cock to press deeper inside him. He moaned uncontrollably, “Ah, ah…… ugh!”
Seung-hyeon had stopped moving, leaving Seon-woo to pleasure himself both front and back. With Seung-hyeon’s cockstill inside him, Seon-woo thrust into the hand that Seung-hyeon had wrapped around his own cock. The shame and excitement of being the only one moving wildly pushed him to his limits.
Suddenly, Seung-hyeon removed one hand and moved it to Seon-woo’s buttocks. Seon-woo’s buttocks were more muscular than plump, not particularly enjoyable to touch, but Seung-hyeon massaged them as if it were the most natural thing. As Seon-woo’s movements slowed, Seung-hyeon didn’t miss a beat.
“Ugh!”
Seung-hyeon gripped Seon-woo’s hip and thrust forcefully. His cock, which had been teasingly missing the most sensitive spot, now hit it precisely. Seon-woo’s knees buckled, but Seung-hyeon didn’t support him, continuing his relentless thrusts. The repeated, accurate strikes felt inhumanly intense.
“Ugh! Ah, ah, ah…… wait, wait! Ah, Gwak, Seung-hyeon…… wait, ah!” Seon-woo stammered, trying to ask for a moment to adjust, but his words were incoherent. Seung-hyeon ignored his pleas, continuing to thrust deeply. Seon-woo soon forgot what he was trying to say.
“Ugh, ah…… ah, more, ah……!”
Only when Seon-woo begged for more did Seung-hyeon finally ask, his voice shameless, “Should I go slower?”
Seon-woo shook his head vigorously. Seung-hyeon’s teasing voice grated on him, in both good and bad ways. Seung-hyeon whispered, “Faster?”
Seon-woo bit his lip and nodded. Seung-hyeon lifted his buttocks higher, still keeping his hand wrapped around Seon-woo’s cock. He continued to thrust deeply inside, over and over. The intense pleasure made Seon-woo’s vision swim. A maddeningly ticklish sensation spread from where Seung-hyeon’s hand touched, coursing through his entire body.
As Seon-woo tightened his muscles, he felt Seung-hyeon’s cock pressing firmly against his loosened inner walls. Seung-hyeon didn’t stop his forceful thrusts, but he shivered and muttered, “Director, ah, Director……”
Seon-woo clamped his hand over his mouth to stifle the moans threatening to escape. The sounds caught in his throat, turning into muffled grunts as his body writhed. Suddenly, Seung-hyeon buried himself deeply inside Seon-woo and stopped moving.
“Ah!”
Seon-woo heard Seung-hyeon gasp near his ear. With a hot exhale, Seung-hyeon’s body trembled. Seon-woo felt the pulsating release through the thin barrier of the condom, and the sensation pushed him over the edge. He convulsed, reaching his own climax.
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