The sheer dedication of his Hyung giving him a massage deep inside was almost too much to bear. The sensation of someone else touching his insides wasn’t something he could easily get used to. Unless it was at the start of sex to help loosen up, or during the aftercare phase, no one had ever touched him like this.
…Ah. So this must be the former.
“Hhngh, ah.”
The fingers exploring his insides finally found his prostate. Unlike the rough thrusts during actual fucking, the way they gently brushed over it sent sharp, tingling waves through him—almost like the urge to pee. There was no way to stop his cock from hardening. He clenched his fists tighter and bit down on his lip.
“Hyung… I’m gonna—!”
His Hyung let out a long breath. The warmth of it washed over his skin. The fingers stimulating him from the inside grew even more insistent, and the other hand, as if knowing exactly what to do, wrapped firmly around his cock. Then the thumb started rubbing the tip, circling and pressing in slow, agonizing motions.
Being worked from both the front and the back at once was driving him insane. His face, flushed with rising heat, pressed into the bed as he stayed down on all fours.
“I’m gonna come—wait, hold on…!”
He shouted in panic, grabbing at his Hyung’s hand that was now jerking his cock. But stopping him was futile. He sucked in a breath and lifted his torso. His back trembled violently.
“……!”
His vision went white.
His swollen cock pulsed hard in his Hyung’s grip, spurting thick cum. His hole clamped down tight around the invading fingers. Every muscle in his lower body seized up in release. His Hyung froze, stopping all movement.
Cum splattered onto the bed. He felt as though he couldn’t breathe—completely overwhelmed by the climax.
“Hahh, hhhngh.”
Labored breaths escaped him belatedly. He pushed himself up on unsteady arms, chest rising and falling in sync with the racing beat of his heart.
He’d been exhausted just moments ago… but all it took was a bit of massage to bring him back to life?
…Still, something felt lacking.
Maybe because he was used to nothing but hard, aggressive fucking—being taken apart by nothing but fingers like this left a certain emptiness behind.
His Hyung slowly pulled his fingers out of him. Schlk—the wet, slick sound of something obscene being withdrawn made his hips flinch. His entrance flexed involuntarily, lips parted and glistening. He couldn’t see it, but he could picture perfectly how soaked it must look, smeared with oil.
“Ah…”
At some point, his Hyung had pulled his own pants down. The head of his cock dragged across his ass cheek. It was rock hard now, the stiff shaft greedily sampling the soft skin beneath as it thickened even more.
He figured it’d slide in any moment now. It felt like the perfect time. So why was his Hyung just hovering, teasing, as if deliberately drawing it out?
Just as he caught his breath and was about to question it, he caught sight of his Hyung’s arm reaching toward the table. He grabbed the oil and poured a fresh amount into his palm. Then, he carefully coated his cock with it, spreading it thoroughly.
The glistening shaft slid between his thighs from behind. He suddenly found himself holding his breath as his Hyung’s cock nestled snugly in the space between his legs. Silent now, he wondered—why go through all the trouble of prepping his hole, only to slide it between his thighs instead?
Without bothering to hide the flustered look on his face, Eun-soo glanced back—and right then, his Hyung leaned down and pressed a kiss to his back.
“If it’s too much, just stay still.”
His Hyung firmly gripped his thighs, coaxing them to press together. Then, in that position, he slowly began to thrust his cock between them.
The slick shaft slid in and out of the soft, inner flesh with wet squelching sounds. What the hell… The unfamiliar sensation made Eun-soo’s lips quiver.
“Hngh… Hyung, this is—”
His thighs were already slick from the oil massage earlier. It was inevitable that the friction with his Hyung’s oil-slicked cock would soak him even further. His skin grew hot, and a strange heat began to simmer deep in his belly.
Their lower bodies slapped against each other with wet, obscene noises. His Hyung moved above him, gradually picking up the pace.
“Haaah…”
“Ahhh…!”
He couldn’t withstand the intensity of his Hyung’s thrusts. His arms gave out, and he collapsed, his chin hitting the bed as he whimpered. His vision swayed violently with each shove, blurring from the rhythmic back-and-forth. The massage bed, far less sturdy than a normal bed, creaked and groaned under their weight.
“So hot—ah! Hnnng!”
“Eun-soo… Cha Eun-soo. Fuck.”
That low, aroused voice called his name with obsessive hunger as his Hyung bit down on his shoulder. Eun-soo let out a shaky moan, his hands clutching the towel beneath him. His inner thighs felt like they might actually catch fire.
“Ugh…!”
Finally, after what felt like forever, his Hyung’s frenzied movements came to a halt. Eun-soo flinched when hot spurts of cum splashed across his abdomen. He couldn’t help the jolt that ran through him.
His erogenous zones had been relentlessly rubbed and teased, leaving his entire body buzzing. The sensation had been fresh, different—but it still didn’t compare to the raw pleasure of being fucked deep inside. He wanted his Hyung’s cock to wreck him from the inside, not just tease him from the outside.
He slowly pressed his thighs together, trapping the thick, still-erect shaft between them, despite his Hyung having just come. A short, guttural sound escaped his Hyung’s throat. Then came the soft brush of lips against his lower back, followed by a question murmured into his skin.
“Why, Eun-soo?”
“Haaah… Hyung.”
Why act like he didn’t know? Eun-soo turned to look at him with a flushed face. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Though he couldn’t put it into words, the need in his eyes was unmistakable.
The restraint in his Hyung’s expression finally snapped.
***
Bright morning sunlight poured into the room. Cha Eun-hyuk pinned Cha Eun-soo down on the narrow bed and drove his cock into him. The hole stretched wide, swallowing his cock greedily—enough to make him lose all sense of control.
Eun-soo’s cheeks were flushed deep red as he gasped for breath. The rough thrusts broke his moans into ragged pieces, but the pleasure ringing through them was impossible to miss.
Watching Eun-soo honestly revel in the feeling of having his insides thoroughly taken by his cock brought Cha Eun-hyuk a rush of overwhelming satisfaction. As expected, nothing compared to a position where he could see Eun-soo’s face. He drank in the sight of that vulnerable, defenseless expression—completely relaxed, dazed. And with his oiled-up, glistening bare body, Eun-soo looked even more debauched, drenched in sensuality.
“Haa! Ah!”
Eun-soo squeezed his eyes shut as the thick cock relentlessly stirred up his insides, pressing into his deepest parts. The overwhelming heat made tears well up in his eyes, shimmering with moisture. Cha Eun-hyuk leaned in and licked the teardrop that slipped down his cheek. Their gazes clashed the moment Eun-soo opened his eyes again.
“Hngh, ah, Hyung…!”
Eun-soo threw his arms around Cha Eun-hyuk’s neck and pulled him down. As if expecting it, Cha Eun-hyuk lowered his head without hesitation. Their lips met in a frantic kiss. Though Eun-soo was the one who initiated it, Cha Eun-hyuk was the first to thrust his tongue in, parting his lips and invading his mouth.
“…! Mmph!”
The cock buried inside him twitched as if demanding to go even deeper, grinding into that sensitive spot with unrelenting force. Eun-soo’s back arched in response, and his smooth heel dug hard into Cha Eun-hyuk’s muscled back.
The slick, soaking space between his thighs throbbed as Eun-hyuk pounded into his flushed ass. Loud, wet slapping sounds echoed around them. Gone was the gentle, languid massage from earlier—this was fierce and merciless. Eun-soo struggled to keep up, his mind overwhelmed by the waves of ecstasy crashing through his body.
As Eun-soo clung to him, sucking and biting at his tongue like he couldn’t get enough, Cha Eun-hyuk momentarily lost control.
CRACK—the corner of the massage bed he was gripping shattered violently beneath his hand.
Eun-soo flinched at the sound and instinctively turned his head to look—but Cha Eun-hyuk grabbed his chin and held him in place. With a searing kiss that left no space to breathe and relentless thrusts slamming deep inside, there was nothing else Eun-soo could focus on.
“Nngh, mmm!”
“Hhh—…!”
The fragile structure beneath them creaked and groaned, barely holding together under the weight of their fierce union. Their bodies collided again and again, like they were the only two people left in the world, their sounds echoing through the wide living room.
“Haaah—”
Eun-soo clutched Cha Eun-hyuk’s shoulders as his whole body shuddered. His cock, which had been leaking thin pre-cum, finally released a stream of thick white fluid. Cha Eun-hyuk groaned quietly, feeling the tremors within tighten around him, and finally broke the kiss.
For the first time, he moved a little differently. He stopped moving his hips—letting Eun-soo climax without being shaken further.
The two were pressed so closely together that Cha Eun-hyuk could feel every twitch and shiver. Eun-soo’s face, as he came, was utterly obscene. Sweat-damp hair clung to his forehead, his light brown eyes were glazed and unfocused, and his lips hung open, drooling slightly as he panted.
The way he convulsed in orgasm, barely holding himself together, stirred something primal in Cha Eun-hyuk.
He lowered his lips and gently traced over Eun-soo’s ear and neck, breathing raggedly. Eun-soo instinctively wrapped his arms around his back. That small, instinctive gesture made him seem even more precious—so sweet, so desirable, it felt impossible to ever have enough of him.
“…”
Eun-soo moved his limp tongue, forming faint words. His eyes finally focused, locking onto Cha Eun-hyuk’s.
And in that moment, he realized—Cha Eun-hyuk was still fully inside him.
Nowhere near finished.
He understood.
But instead of shying away, Cha Eun-soo reached up and gently cupped Cha Eun-hyuk’s face, as if this was something he was meant to accept—something natural. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to the perfect bridge of his nose.
…He was drained from coming twice already, his stamina clearly taking a hit, but it was still bearable. Perhaps it was because Cha Eun-hyuk’s current rhythm had settled, no longer overwhelming like earlier. It might’ve been that the guiding flow was no longer pushing him too hard. With that brief thought, Eun-soo lowered his long lashes.
“I’m okay…”
As if seeking the comfort he now instinctively associated with his Hyung, he rubbed his cheek against that broad chest.
“You can do whatever you want.”
The words slipped out in the tiniest, almost trembling voice—like he’d pushed through a wall of embarrassment to say them.
Cha Eun-hyuk stared silently down at him, and a thought crossed his mind.
There was no need to provoke him like this.
It was no different from prey willingly walking into a predator’s gaping jaws, already wide open.
With a hot breath, he grabbed the back of Cha Eun-soo’s head.
