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“Ah, ah—! A-ah!”
A tingling sensation gathered near his navel before exploding like fireworks across his entire body. Even with his eyes closed, he could see sparks flying. His muscles tensed, his thighs hardening with strain.
White foam splattered across Junghyun’s and Seunghyeok’s stomachs, the raw, musky scent stinging his nose. Seunghyeok’s eyes darkened as he watched Junghyun’s chest heave with ragged breaths.
Seunghyeok pushed Junghyun’s thighs up, bending his knees nearly to his chest. Junghyun’s eyes flew open in shock at what came next.
He couldn’t believe where Seunghyeok’s lips were now.
“W-wait, your tongue—! H-ah—!”
Seunghyeok’s tongue lapped at his hole—hot, wet, and relentless. Junghyun thrashed, trying to escape, but Seunghyeok’s iron grip on his thighs kept him trapped, forced to endure every flick, every press.
Seunghyeok pointed his tongue, probing the tight ring of muscle. The unfamiliar sensation made Junghyun’s legs jerk violently.
The pleasure was overwhelming, scorching his mind.
Chuup. Chuup. The obscene sounds of sucking filled the air. Junghyun tried to push Seunghyeok’s head away, but each attempt only made Seunghyeok stab his tongue deeper, forcing Junghyun to press down harder instead.
“Nngh, Hyung, no—ah, it’s d-dirty… Nn—! M-more, it’s so dirty…”
Only moans escaped him. He was ashamed, mortified—yet undeniably aroused.
“Not that you dislike it, though? Then stay still. There’s nothing dirty about this.”
Seunghyeok’s voice was a low rumble, his breath ghosting over Junghyun’s slick hole.
Junghyun could feel the wetness seeping from inside him.
Like a man possessed, Seunghyeok lapped and sucked at his hole and balls. A trickle ran down his crack—the mix of Seunghyeok’s saliva and his own arousal soaking his thighs.
When Seunghyeok exhaled hotly against his perineum, Junghyun’s hips twitched involuntarily.
Junghyun lay limp, panting, wondering if he’d melted entirely. Seunghyeok lifted his head, lips glistening with slick, and wiped his mouth casually with his hand. Junghyun watched, stunned—this might have been the most humiliating moment yet.
Seunghyeok’s fingers teased his nipple, now stiff as a pebble. Junghyun had never imagined such a place could be sensitive, but the jolt of pleasure made his body jerk.
“Nn, ah… Haa…”
Seunghyeok’s lips closed around the flesh near his nipple, tongue pressing and swirling. The wet heat made Junghyun squirm.
“Even here, you’re so soft.”
“Haa, w-what? S-sorry…”
“I’m complimenting you. Why apologize?”
Junghyun didn’t know how to react. He fumbled for words, but the silence felt wrong, so he apologized instead.
“Ah… Th-thank you, nn—”
“Thank me?”
Seunghyeok smirked, his other hand now rolling Junghyun’s other nipple between his fingers—pinching, rubbing, teasing. Junghyun gasped as the dual stimulation sent sparks through him.
It was ticklish, electric—he couldn’t pinpoint the sensation, but one thing was certain: his cock throbbed harder. His slick hole pulsed, leaking more fluid with every needy clench.
Seunghyeok’s tongue trailed down his abdomen, circling his navel. The sensation sent a sharp jolt through him, and when Seunghyeok flicked his tongue inside, Junghyun’s body arched like a caught fish.
Seunghyeok nipped the skin below his navel before hooking one of Junghyun’s legs over his arm.
Junghyun had thought nothing could be more embarrassing than having his hole sucked—but then Seunghyeok’s finger rubbed his hole, and he realized how wrong he’d been.
The pad of Seunghyeok’s thumb pressed and circled, slick with his own arousal. The sheer proof of how wet he was made his face burn.
“Ah, w-wait—ahh!”
The thumb pushed in. Seunghyeok had licked him open so thoroughly that the thick digit slid in with little resistance. Seunghyeok crooked his finger, rubbing roughly against the inner walls. Junghyun’s hole fluttered, clenching around him.
Every stroke made slick squelch obscenely, his body responding like overripe fruit. Seunghyeok added another finger, stretching him further.
The wet sounds grew louder, flesh slapping, Junghyun’s arousal climbing with each thrust. Seunghyeok’s long fingers brushed something swollen inside him—
Junghyun’s body jolted.
“Faster, ah, w-what—ah, hngh—!”
His hips bucked wildly, his body convulsing. The pleasure was more intense than anything he’d felt from touching himself—this deep, internal climax left him seeing white.
But even now, his body wasn’t satisfied. His insides still ached, hungry for more.
Seunghyeok lifted his slick-coated hand and licked it clean.
“You’re dripping, Junghyun.”
Shame burned his face red.
It wasn’t just the words—it was the need. His greedy walls clenched around nothing, craving to be filled. He rocked his hips, licking his lips.
“N-not that. I want… something else.”
“What else?”
“Y-yours. Inside me. Hyung’s cock.”
His desperate, heated plea made Seunghyeok laugh in disbelief.
“If I put it in now, you’ll tear.”
“I don’t care. Just—hurry.”
“It’s your first time. We can’t do that.”
“I don’t know that! I don’t care! Now… Please, now.”
Junghyun writhed, begging, and Seunghyeok finally sighed, unzipping his pants. The sound cut through the thick air. His cock sprang free, thick and impatient.
Junghyun’s breath hitched.
It was the same organ—yet nothing like his own. Seunghyeok’s was grotesquely veined, dark red, massive. The sheer size and girth were inhuman, like a different species entirely. Was this what all alphas were like?
Seunghyeok guided Junghyun’s hand to wrap around his shaft. His fingers couldn’t even close around it. The head was slick with precome, scorching hot, nothing like human flesh.
This was going inside him.
The mere thought made his hole throb.
“You want this inside you?” Seunghyeok’s voice was thick with heat.
Junghyun tore his gaze from Seunghyeok’s cock to meet his eyes. Instead of answering, he braced one hand behind him, lifting his knees and spreading his thighs wide. His trembling legs weren’t from fear—they were from anticipation. How would it feel to be stretched open by that thickness? To be pounded without mercy?
His omega instincts, dormant until now, screamed for the alpha before him.
He’d never experienced anything like this before, but his body knew—and it wanted.
“Hurry.”
Seunghyeok’s jaw clenched as he watched Junghyun’s desperate display.
“You know just how to drive me crazy.”
“Huh—? A-ah, nn, y-yes!”
Their kiss was feral. Tongues tangled, mouths devouring each other, not a breath of space between them. When their lips parted, ragged pants filled the air.
Junghyun, lost in the haze, licked his swollen lips. Seunghyeok’s eyes narrowed.
Junghyun reached out, groping Seunghyeok’s body.
His chest was rock-hard, yet surprisingly smooth beneath his palms. He traced the ridges of muscle, feeling every shift as Seunghyeok breathed. It was like mapping a living sculpture.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
