“No.”
Before Jinho could ask again—his mind still sluggish—Sanghyeon’s lips sealed his. A hot tongue invaded Jinho’s dry mouth as Sanghyeon pulled him closer.
“Ngh… Hngh—”
A moan escaped between their locked lips. Jinho’s back arched as Sanghyeon’s deft tongue overwhelmed him. Before he knew it, he was on the floor, still clutching the black dildo. The lube on the condom mixed with the sweat from his hand, making it slicker. Sanghyeon pressed his upper body down, pinning Jinho’s hand.
“Ngh… Hnngh…”
Jinho’s own moans escaped him, and he couldn’t stop them. The pleasant kiss and the friction against his swollen lower half sent his mind spinning. When Sanghyeon finally pulled away, Jinho unconsciously lifted his head, chasing his lips.
“Haah… Hah—”
Sanghyeon smirked at Jinho’s glistening, panting lips. His body quivered with excitement. He was the type who was weak to pleasure and emotionally fragile. At this level of arousal, he wouldn’t want to stop easily. The way he clutched the dildo without resisting pleased Sanghyeon more and more.
“You’re excited?”
Sanghyeon gripped Jinho’s waist, his breath hot against Jinho’s ear as he whispered. When his hand squeezed Jinho’s erect cock, Jinho gasped—Hngh!—and the shame he had momentarily forgotten rushed back. Sanghyeon rubbed him through his pants, and Jinho bit his lip, turning his head away.
“Don’t you want to feel good?”
Jinho didn’t answer, but Sanghyeon’s large hand gripped his cock again.
“Ahh!”
Another startled gasp escaped him. At the same time, what was in Sanghyeon’s grip hardened even more.
“Get on your knees.”
Sanghyeon’s low command made Jinho flinch, but he obediently turned over. His swollen crotch made him awkwardly kneel, creating the exact position Sanghyeon wanted. Embarrassed but unable to resist, Jinho followed Sanghyeon’s instructions. Sanghyeon pressed against Jinho’s back and undid his belt. Click. As he unzipped Jinho’s pants, he didn’t forget to tease his hardened cock. Jinho’s waist twitched as Sanghyeon pulled down his pants and underwear, then grabbed the large bottle of lube from the table. A thick, clear liquid poured over Jinho’s exposed ass. The cold yet familiar sensation sent a shiver through him. His exposed hole twitched with excitement, and the liquid dripping down heightened his arousal.
“Put it in. Like you always do. Hmm? So it feels good.”
Sanghyeon’s softened voice whispered as he guided Jinho’s right arm backward. The hand holding the dildo trembled. Sanghyeon took Jinho’s hand and pressed the smooth tip of the dildo against the slick hole. Jinho’s hips jerked slightly at the stimulation. The liquid dripped down his thighs, plop, plop, as he hesitated before slowly moving his hand to guide the dildo to his hole. After a brief pause, his hand continued its intended motion. The slick liquid helped the black silicone slide slowly inside.
“This is the tenth one, right? Hmm?”
“Hahhh…”
A moan escaped as Jinho tilted his head back, his lower lips tightly gripping the black intruder. Sanghyeon watched closely, biting his lip and furrowing his brows. His own cock, straining against his pants, waited impatiently. But for now, it was the black dildo’s turn. Haah—Sanghyeon exhaled and pressed down on Jinho’s hand, pushing the dildo deeper.
“Ngh! It’s… too big… Nngh, it hurts…”
Jinho’s hole stretched around the dildo’s girth. Even with the lube, it was tight, and it barely made it halfway before stopping. Sanghyeon, panting, pressed down on Jinho’s lower back and twisted the dildo, pushing it deeper.
“Ngh!”
Jinho’s hips tensed visibly. He bit his lip, his head trembling as he shut his eyes tight. Sanghyeon cupped his chin and kissed him. Hnngh—the moan that escaped was swallowed by Sanghyeon. As Sanghyeon’s intense kiss relaxed Jinho’s tension, the tightness around the dildo eased. Sanghyeon continued to kiss Jinho while slowly twisting and pushing the dildo inside. Jinho’s muffled voice seeped into Sanghyeon’s mouth. With a final push, Sanghyeon pulled the dildo out abruptly.
“Hiiik—!”
The sudden, scraping stimulation sent a jolt through Jinho’s mind. On the brink of orgasm, his body trembled—Ahh!—as he broke away from Sanghyeon’s lips, panting. His needy hole twitched, craving more. The wet lips that had just taken something so large now clenched, begging for stimulation. Sanghyeon, still gripping Jinho’s chin, asked:
“Want me to put it in?”
Jinho nodded slightly in Sanghyeon’s grip. A bitter smile curled on Sanghyeon’s lips, thick with excitement. He roughly pushed Jinho onto the table. The sudden movement sent beer cans clattering to the floor. The remaining liquid spilled out, but no one cared. Jinho, kneeling on the low table, spread his knees, his trembling hole craving to be filled. Sanghyeon, now fully erect and leaking pre-cum, pressed his condom-covered cock against Jinho’s slick hole. Before pushing in, he poured lube over his cock. The cold yet familiar sensation sent a shiver through Jinho’s body, igniting his innate lust. His pleasure-sensitive body trembled from head to toe, craving the real, hot cock.
Push. The slick, lubricated glans slid into Jinho. The condom’s lube oozed out as the tight hole gripped him. Before he was fully inside, Jinho’s excited inner walls clenched around Sanghyeon. The pleasurable yet overwhelming pressure made Sanghyeon hesitate for a moment before he gritted his teeth and thrust in fully.
“Ugh!”
The sudden intrusion sent a mix of pleasure and pain through Jinho. But as Sanghyeon continued to thrust, the pain melted into pleasure. His sensitive inner walls, slick and wet, rubbed against the hot, hard flesh, sending waves of ecstasy to his brain. The tingling pleasure climbed his spine, pounding in his head.
“Ahnng, unngh…”
Jinho couldn’t help but moan as he gripped the table, moving his hips to guide the stimulation where he wanted it. Thud, thud! Sanghyeon’s thrusts hit the spot, and Jinho’s mind went blank.
Pant, pant… He couldn’t even breathe properly as pleasure overwhelmed him. Whimpering, he moved his hips, and Sanghyeon continued to thrust inside him. Thud. Thud! The sound of flesh slapping mixed with wet, squelching noises. Sanghyeon pushed into Jinho’s slick, tight hole, which clung to him perfectly. The hot, gripping sensation was even better than he had imagined—no, it was more than that.
“Ugh, fuck…”
A curse escaped him as Jinho’s tight hole, so pleasantly snug, gripped him fiercely. Jinho’s waist was held so tightly in Sanghyeon’s grip that the pain was overshadowed by the pleasure of his writhing hips. Aah! Jinho screamed—whether in pain or pleasure, it was unclear—as his body convulsed. Then, in an instant—thud!—as Sanghyeon thrust deep, Jinho’s hips arched downward. His head thrown back, his hands white-knuckled on the table, his entire body trembled as his cock spurted white cum.
Jinho’s face twisted as he sprayed cum onto the floor beneath the table. His eyes welled with tears as he fought the overwhelming pleasure. The sudden, intense clench of Jinho’s inner walls pushed Sanghyeon over the edge. Trapped inside, his cock couldn’t resist the stimulation and reached its climax. Sanghyeon groaned as he spilled his cum inside Jinho, who was still trembling. Only after Jinho’s orgasm subsided did the tight grip around him loosen. Sanghyeon, panting, pulled out his cock, now slick with cum. Drip—the cum-filled condom slipped halfway off. He tied it off and disposed of it, and suddenly, exhaustion washed over him.
Thud. He collapsed backward, his breath ragged. The intense sex had been more exciting and satisfying than he’d expected, and now, despite his fatigue, a pleasant relaxation spread through his limp body. Naturally, he lay back. The hard floor and lack of a pillow didn’t matter. His eyelids grew heavy, and he couldn’t fight the sleep any longer. Sanghyeon fell into a deep slumber.
***
Sanghyeon, who had been sleeping soundly without moving, suddenly woke up from a strange stimulation. His drowsy, pleasure-filled mind was wrapped in a hazy, delicious sensation. Haah—he exhaled softly, enjoying the warm, wet feeling in his lower half, when he jolted upright. His blurry, blinking gaze landed on a round head between his legs. His eyes snapped wide open.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Is it okay?”
Jinho mumbled with Sanghyeon’s cock in his mouth, making it impossible to understand. Jinho slurped—swallowing Sanghyeon’s cock to the back of his throat.
“Hngh!”
The intensified stimulation wrung a moan from Sanghyeon. He adjusted his crooked glasses, his mind racing to grasp the situation. The shy neighbor who had shared such intense sex earlier was now sucking his cock while he slept. He had seemed so sensitive to pleasure, but this was beyond anything Sanghyeon had expected.
As that thought crossed his mind, slurp—the sensitive glans rubbed against the soft roof of Jinho’s mouth. Sanghyeon groaned, realizing he was screwed. He remembered how he had always devoured this type of man—weak to pleasure, shy, and repressed—only to slip away before dawn, leaving them behind. He had never considered what came after. And now, with Jinho being his neighbor, things were even more complicated.
Sanghyeon pushed Jinho’s head away from his now fully erect cock. The wet flesh cooled instantly in the air.
“Wait, Jinho. Don’t do this.”
Sanghyeon quickly pulled up his pants and scooted back, ignoring Jinho’s bulging crotch.
“I’ve got a deadline coming up. I’m sorry. Next time. Really sorry.”
Before Jinho could say anything, Sanghyeon hastily stood and pulled Jinho up.
“Uh, um…”
“Thanks for helping with my research. I’ll definitely buy you dinner next time. My deadline is really tight.”
Sanghyeon kept talking, not giving Jinho a chance to speak, and guided him by the shoulder to the hole. Jinho, dazed and disappointed, put on his shoes.
“When’s your deadline? Can I at least get your phone number…?”
Sanghyeon hid the chill running down his spine and smiled brightly. He quickly calculated how much longer his villa lease had left.
“We’re right next door, after all.”
He brushed it off vaguely, said goodbye, and shut the door firmly. Only then did he turn around and face the mess in his living room. He frowned at the scattered items—Jinho’s things. He roughly packed them back into the box and shoved it near the hole. As he cleaned up the spilled beer, he thought he’d pretend to be busy and return it later.
But before he could carry out that plan, the doorbell rang that very evening. Ding-dong. Without thinking, he asked who it was, and now he had no choice but to open the door. Since he was casually dressed, watching soccer with a beer, he couldn’t refuse. And so, their sticky second round began.
And then, ding-dong. And again, ding-dong. Or sometimes, bang, bang, bang on the door. The once shy and bashful Jinho had transformed into a man who grinned as he climbed on top of Sanghyeon, taking his large cock inside him. Haah—Jinho exhaled hotly as he rode Sanghyeon, whose mind grew complicated. He had awakened the endless lust in this man, and now…
“Kngh!”
His brain, soaked in pleasure at all hours, melted helplessly. Unable to resist the constant stimulation, Sanghyeon gripped Jinho’s hips and guided him into fast, deep thrusts. “Fuck, my deadline!”—the voice of reason echoed in his mind, but it was useless. The sound faded, drowned out by the waves of pleasure.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
