Chapter 169
“Haah, good…. So good, Hyeon-woo.”
Tae-geon’s hot breath tickled Hyeon-woo’s ear. Hyeon-woo was burning up, desperate for movement, but Tae-geon, his lower body pressed tightly against Hyeon-woo, his dick buried deep, showed no intention of moving.
“Mmm…”
Hyeon-woo unconsciously moaned, arching his back. As if something long sealed away had shattered, his body, knowing a pleasure beyond compare, moved on its own accord.
…More… just a little more….
Each time Hyeon-woo circled his hips, the base of Tae-geon’s dick would emerge and submerge.
“…Haah…”
Tae-geon, eyes closed, surrendered to the stimulation Hyeon-woo provided. Just as he reached out to intertwine their hands, Hyeon-woo’s fingers instantly curled inward, rejecting Tae-geon’s touch.
Tae-geon tried again to pry open Hyeon-woo’s tightly clenched fingers, like a closed clam shell, but they remained stubbornly shut.
A low chuckle escaped Tae-geon’s lips at Hyeon-woo’s clear rejection. The warm, spring-like gaze he’d held vanished, replaced by a coldness sharper than a north wind. Then, *crack*.
“Ack…!”
A death rattle of a moan escaped Hyeon-woo’s lips as his neck was bitten. The movement was brutal, the skin being chewed and sucked into Tae-geon’s mouth. The sweet, gentle tenderness from moments before had completely disappeared.
A chilling voice, distorted somehow, reached Hyeon-woo’s ears as he trembled, feeling like he was being devoured alive by a wild animal.
“There seems to be more than just kisses, doesn’t there?”
“……?”
“Things you can’t do with me.”
Tae-geon slowly undressed, removing the robe from his body.
*Thud*.
As the fabric fell to the floor, Tae-geon lowered himself, their naked bodies meeting in a heated embrace. With a languid movement, he slowly withdrew his dick. It grazed the inner walls before finally resting, only the tip barely visible at the entrance.
Hyeon-woo felt ashamed as the opening writhed, anticipating Tae-geon’s next move. His palms, gripping the sheets, were drenched in sweat.
Unconsciously, he rejected Tae-geon’s attempt to interlock their fingers. He’d never been ashamed of his past, his struggle for survival, but somehow, with Tae-geon, especially in this moment, he didn’t want to reveal himself like this.
Insecurity? Or was there still some pride left within him, even now?
His hands, rough and scarred, so different from those of his twenty-year-old self—he didn’t understand why he wanted to hide them.
“Well, that’s enough.”
Tae-geon’s voice was low, resigned.
“As you said, let’s stop this pointless act.”
“…….”
“Since this is the goal, anyway.”
*Thwack!*
“……!”
Tae-geon’s dick thrust in unexpectedly, causing a spurt of semen from Hyeon-woo’s untouched dick. The intense contraction of the opening pressed against Tae-geon, making him furrow his brow slightly as he reached out to touch Hyeon-woo’s lower abdomen.
Sure enough. Hyeon-woo’s abdomen, swollen with the outline of Tae-geon’s dick, was drenched in sticky semen, a complete mess.
“Ha.”
Tae-geon chuckled, pressing down on Hyeon-woo’s swollen lower abdomen, sneering.
“What is this?”
“…….”
“Did you like it so much, just one thrust?”
“…….”
As if ashamed, Hyeon-woo struggled to get away. Tae-geon held him down, pinning his shoulders, then forcefully thrust his hips back up.
“Haak!”
Hyeon-woo’s body trembled violently under the intense stimulation, his teeth clenched, clear saliva dripping from his parted lips. Tae-geon held him tightly, his merciless thrusts beginning, *thump, thump*.
Tae-geon felt Hyeon-woo’s soft inner thighs tremble against his hips as they moved, and he chuckled lowly.
“You still like my dick, don’t you?”
Hyeon-woo shook his head in denial, trying to push Tae-geon away. Tae-geon’s dick sprang out, almost hitting his stomach. Tae-geon ran a hand over his erect dick before grabbing Hyeon-woo’s waist and pulling him close. He spread Hyeon-woo’s soft buttocks, positioning his dick over the opening.
“No, you like it when I shove it in here like this.”
*Thwack!*
“Haak!”
“Kkeut!”
The unexpected pain that shot through him at penetration made Tae-geon arch his back. Tae-geon’s urethra, forming a thick, vertical ridge beneath his shaft, had collided directly with Hyeon-woo’s swollen prostate gland. It felt like lightning had struck him.
“Haak, haak…”
Tae-geon’s heavy breathing filled the air. His upper body slumped. Tae-geon’s chest, pressed against Hyeon-woo’s back, pounded wildly.
He almost came right then. After a shudder of pleasure, Tae-geon resumed his movements.
He held Hyeon-woo’s pelvis with both hands, his posture like a dog humping, thrusting *thump, thump*. Hyeon-woo’s sharp cries echoed with each rough thrust.
The curtain hanging over the bed swayed with their rhythm. Tae-geon continued to kiss Hyeon-woo’s neck and shoulder blades, seemingly tireless.
The violent thrusts gradually became rhythmic, and Tae-geon’s nasty habit of biting skin turned into tender kisses.
Wherever Tae-geon buried his face, the touch of his hair sent shivers down Hyeon-woo’s skin. But actually, his heart fluttered even more than his skin.
“…Hyeon-woo, Hyeon-woo…”
A hoarse voice faintly echoed in his ear.
…Again. He was calling his name in that voice again.
A voice so heartbreaking it made Hyeon-woo’s own chest ache. A voice that made him want to hold him immediately. The wild beast from before seemed like a lie. Tae-geon’s gentle touch, as if he would break him if he squeezed too hard, made Hyeon-woo’s heart flutter.
What expression was on his face? What was he thinking?
Curiosity gnawed at him, but he didn’t dare turn around. He was afraid that if he looked, he would do something irreversible.
He didn’t want to think about anything. He emptied his mind, surrendering to Tae-geon’s touch, focusing only on the pleasure blooming between them.
That’s why he didn’t notice. Tae-geon’s hot hand reaching for his hand, gripping the sheets. The fingers interlacing, digging deep into his palm, tracing the calluses before pausing.
Tae-geon’s movements stopped.
The sudden cessation of stimulation, at the height of pleasure, made Hyeon-woo writhe, urging Tae-geon on.
“Hheuk…”
He raised his hips, arching his back, grinding against Tae-geon’s dick.
“Mmm, uut!”
Hyeon-woo groaned, searching for a more intense pleasure, twisting his hips. After a while, Tae-geon moved again.
They were still holding hands. No, their fingers were even more tightly intertwined than before, Tae-geon’s hand covering Hyeon-woo’s.
Hyeon-woo’s face buried in the sheets, shivering with pleasure, felt something trickle down his back, a cold sensation.
Drip, drip.
One, two drops fell, then began to soak his back. It was strange how much he was sweating. He tried to turn around, but Tae-geon’s thrusts became violently intense.
“Haak…!”
His mind went blank under the furious assault on his sensitive area. The pleasure was overwhelming, threatening to consume him.
Tae-geon, thrusting rapidly, held still, his hips buried deep inside Hyeon-woo.
“Kkeut…!”
A muffled moan escaped Tae-geon’s throat, followed by a torrent of hot semen. The massive dick, spewing its contents, pulsed powerfully, the sensation acutely felt through the inner walls. Hyeon-woo shuddered at the strange stimulation, and, perversely, his own dick spurted semen.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
