Chapter 191
“Hmph!”
Tae-geon’s lips clung to Hyeon-woo’s nipple like a suction cup, refusing to let go. When the tormented nipple finally freed itself, it was swollen and painfully red.
Tae-geon used his fingernails to playfully torment Hyeon-woo’s now-sensitive nub. Hyeon-woo, his hips bucking, wrapped his arms around Tae-geon’s neck and rubbed his head against his collarbone.
Like a puppy, Hyeon-woo licked the area heavy with Tae-geon’s scent. Then, pressing his own rigidly erect dick against Tae-geon’s abdomen, a mass of solid muscle, he began to grind himself against it, his soft perineum brushing against the tip of Tae-geon’s glans.
“Ugh.”
A ragged breath escaped Tae-geon’s lips. Simultaneously, a wave of his potent pheromones washed over Hyeon-woo, causing him to stiffen and tremble like someone electrocuted. The subtle tremors of Hyeon-woo’s muscles, transmitted through their touching skin, sent a surge of intense stimulation.
Before they knew it, both were naked and entangled. Tae-geon’s knuckles, white with the effort to maintain control, were taut with strained tendons.
Unaware of his struggle, Hyeon-woo pressed his lips against Tae-geon’s, releasing a thick cloud of pheromones. Tae-geon recoiled, but Hyeon-woo, still clinging to his neck, pressed closer, closing the distance.
Hyeon-woo’s lips teased Tae-geon’s, a tantalizing, itchy sensation that sent shivers down Tae-geon’s neck. Hyeon-woo’s blatant desire was almost maddening.
Hyeon-woo, his tongue peeking out between his parted lips, licked Tae-geon’s lips, where sweet breaths escaped. Tae-geon’s chest heaved violently. Unable to contain himself any longer, Tae-geon grabbed the back of Hyeon-woo’s head, growling low in his throat.
“…You brought this on yourself.”
It’s all your fault.
Then, he devoured Hyeon-woo’s lips. Tae-geon thrust his tongue into Hyeon-woo’s open mouth, exploring every corner. His smooth teeth grazed Hyeon-woo’s firm palate and soft inner cheek, then tangled with the thick, rough flesh of his tongue.
He couldn’t believe the variety of textures he could feel from just one part of the body. Closing his eyes, Tae-geon savored every detail of Hyeon-woo, then sharpened his tongue and pushed it into Hyeon-woo’s throat. The pressure, cutting off his breath, caused Hyeon-woo’s throat to constrict around his tongue, a nauseating sensation.
Chup, chwip.
The sound of their wet lips, slick with saliva, was intense. Tae-geon, still ravaging Hyeon-woo’s mouth, reached out and spread Hyeon-woo’s buttocks.
He lightly tapped Hyeon-woo’s hole, slick with fluids, with his middle finger. A potent wave of pheromones erupted from Hyeon-woo’s body, stiff as a wooden plank. Tae-geon inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back slightly as his eyelids fluttered shut.
“Haah…”
It was an ecstasy beyond words. Lost in intense satisfaction, Tae-geon’s lips once again covered Hyeon-woo’s.
Tae-geon forcefully sucked Hyeon-woo’s tongue into his mouth, his lips already numb from the intense stimulation. He then used his fingernails to scratch the tightly clustered wrinkles around Hyeon-woo’s anus.
“……!”
Hyeon-woo thrashed, but his movements were meaningless against Tae-geon’s solid body.
His fingernails traced the contours of the tightly closed folds, feeling the bumpy texture. The repeated stimulation caused blood to rush to the sensitive mucous membrane, swelling the entrance. Soon, the hole began to open and close rhythmically, like a fish’s gills, releasing viscous fluids that wetted Tae-geon’s hand.
The tantalizing touch, teasing but not penetrating, caused Hyeon-woo to writhe. A moan escaped him, sending delicate ripples through Tae-geon’s mouth.
After enjoying the sensation for a while, Tae-geon finally pushed his middle finger into Hyeon-woo’s anus. The hot inner walls tightly embraced his finger. A lewd squelching sound accompanied the rhythm of his probing. He then added his index and ring fingers.
Hyeon-woo’s hole eagerly swallowed Tae-geon’s fingers.
“Ah, ah… Uhng! Good, good, more! More…!!”
Hyeon-woo moaned, his body trembling with pleasure, his hips bucking to the rhythm of Tae-geon’s fingers. He was completely unaware of the sounds he was making, his desperate movements urging Tae-geon on.
Squelch, squelch.
Tae-geon, relentlessly probing the wet hole, whispered in Hyeon-woo’s ear.
“Shh, be quiet. Jerome will hear.”
“……!”
Hyeon-woo froze, as if struck by lightning, falling silent. Even in this state, his reaction to Jerome’s name fueled Tae-geon’s twisted desires.
“Why? Scared? Afraid Jerome will see?”
Every time Jerome’s name was mentioned, Hyeon-woo’s anus tightened. A cruel smile twisted Tae-geon’s lips.
“Huh? Is it because Jerome might find out you’re… squirming with pleasure, like this?”
Crack, crack! Crack!
Tae-geon’s movements became more violent. Watching Hyeon-woo, his body trembling with pleasure yet biting his lip to suppress his moans, Tae-geon licked his lower lip. How long could he hold out? A sadistic impulse, or something akin to it, stirred within him.
His fingers, moving back and forth, began to explore the inner walls, searching for something. Finding a slightly thicker area than the surrounding tissue, Tae-geon pressed down on it. Hyeon-woo arched his back, letting out a cry. Unable to even moan, he thrashed, clear saliva dripping from his lips.
Tae-geon repeatedly struck the same spot. Hyeon-woo, biting his lip to suppress his moans, finally broke his lip, causing it to bleed. Tae-geon clicked his tongue, grabbed Hyeon-woo’s cheeks, and forced his mouth open.
He hesitated; it was just getting interesting, but he couldn’t hurt Hyeon-woo. He held Hyeon-woo’s cheeks to prevent him from biting his lip, and thrust his finger into Hyeon-woo’s anus one last time.
Tae-geon covered the cry that was about to escape Hyeon-woo’s open throat with his mouth. Milky white semen spurted intermittently from Hyeon-woo’s dick, which Tae-geon hadn’t touched.
Tae-geon withdrew his finger and began to stroke his own dick. After ritually coating himself in the fluids Hyeon-woo was now producing, a sign that his body was sufficiently aroused, Tae-geon aimed the tip of his glans at Hyeon-woo’s hole. He pressed it against the opening, and the firm tip began to part the folds and enter.
“Huk…”
The entrance of the supple hole and the soft inner walls; he savored both sensations, his entry languid and deliberate. Hyeon-woo, his body tense, couldn’t hold back any longer and thrust his hips, impaling himself on Tae-geon.
“Hyut!!”
“Ugh…!”
Both of them froze, letting out sharp cries. Tae-geon’s dick was buried so deep inside Hyeon-woo that it was completely invisible.
Hyeon-woo gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently from the sudden weight inside him.
It was Tae-geon’s job to take care of Hyeon-woo, who had greedily taken more than he could handle. Tae-geon, his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets, slowly withdrew, his tendons bulging with the strain.
Seeing that Hyeon-woo’s breathing hadn’t eased even after he’d withdrawn halfway, Tae-geon muttered a curse. He carefully controlled his pheromones and checked Hyeon-woo’s face. Once he saw his complexion had improved, he began to move again.
The shaft, entering gradually, was finally fully inside. Tae-geon intertwined his fingers with Hyeon-woo’s. He then captured Hyeon-woo’s soft lips again and began to slowly thrust.
“Uum.”
“Huuph…”
Chup, chuup. The wet sounds were loud.
The exchange of breath through their joined mouths, the sensation of each other’s breath deep within their lungs, was unbearably thrilling. He felt as if he had completely possessed Hyeon-woo, inside and out.
Hyeon-woo, his legs spread wide, pressed his lower body tightly against Tae-geon’s waist. The deeper connection sent a jolt of ecstasy shooting up Tae-geon’s spine.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
