“Haah, hup! Huuu.”
The tips of Song Hyunsoo’s fingers clutching Yoon Jooho’s bare shoulder had turned yellow. Jooho’s fingers burrowed in one more notch.
Yoon Jooho’s bloodshot eyes looked down. At the lower half of Song Hyunsoo, who was sucking in all three of his fingers.
“Hey, do something about this. At this rate, I’m going to end up with my fingers.”
Wiping the sweat streaming down Song Hyunsoo’s face with his palm, he slowly began to withdraw his fingers from inside.
“Ughh, uh…”
Even the sensation of pulling out only made the feeling of him being inside his body more vivid.
He could feel his inner flesh, which had been stretched apart, closing tightly again along the path of his fingers. Whether lips, fingers, or toes, he couldn’t keep still.
“Hhhk, hht. Hup…”
When all the fingers were finally pushed out, Song Hyunsoo went limp, as if his body’s core had been drained.
His waist was already weak. From the hole that was still twitching wide open, he felt fluid trickle out.
With his shoulders and chest heaving, gasping for air, Yoon Jooho watched it all in detail.
When Song Hyunsoo tried to cover his lower half by raising his convulsing thigh, Jooho grabbed his knee and pushed it outward.
He had no strength left to lift his leg, which collapsed weakly onto the mattress.
Pre-cum trickled from the half-erect shaft, mixed with gel leaking from the hole and the gel smeared on Jooho’s palm, making Hyunsoo’s groin slick and glistening.
Like a virgin seeing a man’s lower body for the first time. Jooho couldn’t take his eyes off that place. Fixing his gaze almost as if glaring, he stripped off his lower garments, standing completely naked. Only the watch on his left wrist glowed softly in the dark.
“Ha… h.”
In front of his naked body, led by his erection, Song Hyunsoo’s entrance tightened involuntarily.
His penis, freed from the constraints of Droz Boxer Briefs and Training Pants, was so erect it formed a right angle with his flat lower abdomen.
Its thickness, length, and hardness were all already impressive, but Hyunsoo knew this was only half of its true potential.
The smooth curve of his polished shaft reminded him of ivory. Even with the veins standing out, it didn’t look rugged.
It was as delicate as the translucent blue veins visible on Jooho’s hands. Truly, the grotesque “Cobra No. 7” couldn’t compare to Yoon Jooho’s junior.
Jooho tore open an XL Fit Condom, pinched the tip, and with the other hand aimed the ring at his glans. Sliding the condom down along the shaft, he gave a crooked smile.
“Is it really that good?”
“Well, it’s kind of erotic to look at.”
“You said you didn’t like it because it was too big.”
“I haven’t really felt much pleasure from penetration before…”
“Really? That’s a shame. So you’ve only met guys who weren’t any good.”
Not even a hint of regret on his face.
At hearing that Hyunsoo hadn’t really enjoyed penetrative sex so far, Jooho’s lips twitched briefly. It looked like a smile, or maybe a smile held back.
He grabbed the arm of the limp Song Hyunsoo leaning against the wall and pulled him, yanking his t-shirt off. Then he pressed down on the nape of his neck atop the mattress.
Following Jooho’s lead, Hyunsoo hugged the pillow and turned over, awkwardly lying face down.
Jooho crawled in between his thighs. When he lifted Hyunsoo’s lower abdomen from behind, his buttocks lifted up.
His shaft buried itself at the center where the buttocks met. Settling in place, he grabbed Hyunsoo’s waist tightly and pulled him close.
“Mm…”
Hyunsoo hugged the pillow tighter.
Just the pressure of the firm erection pressed between his buttocks was enough to tense his lower abdomen.
Soon the glans would press into the anal opening. He was prepared for that, but instead, Jooho’s shaft slipped between his thighs, sliding through the crease.
“Ughh. Uh.”
Jooho’s hips moved back and forth. The hot, slick organ brushed against the inner thigh, the most private spot nearest the genitals, causing Hyunsoo to moan in pain. His buttocks instinctively lifted higher.
Hyunsoo twisted his waist and almost tore the pillow in half.
“What should we do about this?”
A voice drenched in sweat and excitement spoke.
“W-what do you mean?”
“You don’t like penetration, right? What would you want me to do?”
Pretending to care about my feelings.
Turning his face into the pillow and glancing back, Hyunsoo saw Jooho’s face dotted with sweat, wearing a wicked smile.
“Don’t act all casual when you’ve got it standing so hard because you want to put it in.”
Click, thud. Click, thud.
The sounds of their crotches rubbing together between the thighs made noises indistinguishable from intercourse.
“I wanted to put it in from the start. Just cumming isn’t enough to satisfy my hips.”
“And yet… you ask questions.”
One thick, sturdy forearm slid between his thighs, going in and out.
Every time the glans peeked out from between his legs, it touched the hanging shaft and testicles in reverse.
The contact of flesh on flesh stirred something bubbling deep inside his abdomen. But that alone wasn’t enough.
Since he’d been teasing until just before climax, the stronger his arousal grew, the more his desire from behind intensified.
He wanted that thing to rub not between his legs, but inside his belly, deep within.
At some point, Jooho pressed his hips in deeply and pulled Hyunsoo’s side closer.
“Hhh, ugh. Mm.”
In full contact, moving his hips so hard that the buttocks were crushed, Hyunsoo bit into the pillow.
“If you hate it, we’ll just end with teasing your thighs again.”
“……”
“I want to… but—”
Ah, it was maddening. He was aroused but angry.
What annoyed him the most was the ellipsis after “I want to.” Acting hesitant, as if asking permission, like he would really back off if Hyunsoo said no.
If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t be so into you, and I’m not so inexperienced that I’d blush asking to be fucked, you know?
Hyunsoo twisted his waist side to side, rubbing his own buttocks against Jooho’s iliac bones.
“Hup.”
Like a punch to the solar plexus, Jooho bent forward and frowned.
Pressing his cheek to the pillow and tilting his head up to look at Jooho’s face, Hyunsoo shook his hips even more.
“Put it inside me, senior. Hurry up. I’m in a rush, Jooho senior.”
Jooho’s expression was priceless. Hyunsoo smiled broadly and added teasingly,
“Do you want to hear something like that?”
How’s that? Feeling stung yet?
The brief pleasure from fooling him was quickly replaced.
“Hhph! Guhk.”
Jooho pushed his hips hard, making Hyunsoo’s butt clench.
“I’m not into girls who make those noises on the bed.”
He was aroused but stubborn. Hyunsoo scoffed.
“Not into it, huh? Then why’s it getting bigger…!”
But he had to swallow the rest of his words as he gasped sharply.
The thick glans suddenly plunged into the slightly relaxed entrance. No matter how loose it was, it was crazy to shove the entire glans in at once. There was no pain, but it took his breath away.
A completely different pressure from fingers.
The hole trying to contract and the glans pushing in pricked against each other, making the reality of him being inside so vivid.
“Crazy, cra-zy… ugh.”
“What’s crazy? You said you wanted it quick.”
With the glans buried inside, he bent forward and pressed his chest against Hyunsoo’s back.
Supporting his thighs from behind and the inside of his knees, he made it impossible to lower his buttocks. Hyunsoo was left with his butt raised, completely covered from behind.
Jooho bared his teeth at the nape, biting into the skin along the shoulder while licking his neck.
“What did you say again? Senior? What kind of senior?”
“Ah, aah! H.”
The closer his lips got to the ear, the heavier Hyunsoo’s moans became.
From behind, it was like pushing a heated iron rod in, melting ice as Jooho’s shaft sank in thicker and stickier.
“Say it. I’m in a hurry, what senior?”
For some reason, Jooho kept teasing him to say his name.
Hyunsoo wanted to flinch but couldn’t, utterly overwhelmed. He instinctively tried to crawl upward, but Jooho stopped him too. Grabbing his wrist scratching the mattress, Jooho pulled it down tightly.
The restricted, controlled sensation fueled twisted excitement.
His glans had ventured into an unknown area where even an XXL Dildo couldn’t reach.
“Hhuk, hhh… hhh.”
He moaned as if crying, as if sobbing.
Yoon Jooho’s member was inside his body.
Connected to the most fragile, secret place. His heart was beating, his chest pressed against Hyunsoo’s back.
His breath, disheveled by desire for him, spilled into Hyunsoo’s ear. His hand covered Hyunsoo’s, gripping tightly.
“Haha…”
Feeling ridiculous for almost crying, he laughed instead.
He hadn’t expected something as casual as sex to be so moving.
Turning his teary eyes to find Jooho’s, he said,
“Finally, you did it with me… Jooho senior.”
Yoon Jooho, who had been gazing down at Song Hyunsoo, rubbed his wrist with his thumb and kissed the cheek.
“Is Jooho senior always the side dish?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you think about me when you did it with him?”
“W-why would I? What’s so pretty about that?”
Pressing his lips firmly against Hyunsoo’s earlobe, Jooho swayed his hips smoothly like waves and whispered,
“I thought it was pretty.”
“Jung Sungwon. I thought about senior Jung Sungwon!”
“……”
His hips paused for a moment as he gently twisted and pushed the shaft deeper inside.
Then he pressed his lips tightly together and whispered threateningly in his ear,
“Think carefully.”
“About what?”
“Someone like Jung Sungwon, I could ruin his career. Would you destroy someone’s life like that?”
The crushing grip on his wrist and hand hurt.
“I have to… hht, h- I have to resist this much.”
“Out of resentment and frustration?”
“Out of resentment and frustration.”
Jooho lowered his head deeper and bit along Hyunsoo’s jawline.
“Won’t you cry?”
“……”
“They say tears come from resentment and frustration.”
“Would you like it if I cried?”
“…Not really.”
Recalling Hyunsoo crying in the car before leaving for Paris, Jooho’s face twisted. But soon, under long lashes, he looked down sweetly.
“But you’re an exception in bed.”
“Hh… uh! Hht.”
As his hips surged again in a powerful wave, he fully penetrated Song Hyunsoo.