Whoa, to think he’d experience the functions of the things he brought like this!
Hakyung, sprawled across Muheon’s lap, whimpered, but his eyes sparkled with a mixture of pain and intense curiosity.
The air, thick with anticipation, seemed to hum around them.
Every breath Hakyung took was a shallow gasp, a testament to the electric tension in the room.
“It smells so good…! I picked well, didn’t I? Hmm, President’s fingers feel good too….”
Hakyung’s voice was a soft, reedy sound, barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of his surging sensations.
His fingers, now less trembling, reached out almost instinctively, tracing the faint lines on Muheon’s forearm.
The President’s fingers, coated generously with moist, sweet gel, moved with deliberate slowness, stroking around Hakyung’s opening.
Each gentle caress was a new wave of pleasure, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his core.
It felt incredibly pleasurable, a sensation that was both alien and deeply alluring.
Muheon, who was watching Hakyung melt in real-time, his usually composed features now a mask of raw desire, let out a soft gasp of surprise.
His own breathing had grown heavier, a rhythmic counterpoint to Hakyung’s light gasps.
The scent of the gel, sweet and faintly chemical, mingled with the rising musk of their bodies, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
After stroking around the opening for a while, Muheon, his movements precise and controlled, inserted his finger, beloved by the bold dolphin, into the small crevice.
The term “bold dolphin” was an inside joke, a playful nickname Muheon had given Hakyung for his surprisingly adventurous spirit in private, a stark contrast to his sometimes shy demeanor.
This was a place that had never been invaded by anything else, a virgin territory, and the novelty of the sensation sent a jolt through Hakyung.
His buttocks tensed, a natural, involuntary response to the unfamiliar pressure.
His muscles, unaccustomed to such intrusion, tightened in a desperate attempt to resist, even as his mind yearned for more.
“Hnngh…! The feeling, it’s… it’s strange.”
Hakyung’s voice hitched, a mixture of discomfort and burgeoning excitement.
He stomped his feet lightly against Muheon’s thighs, a childish, almost petulant reaction to the overwhelming sensations.
He shook his head from side to side, as if to dislodge the intense feelings that were flooding his senses.
At his reaction, Muheon, ever attuned to Hakyung’s subtle cues, pulled out the finger he’d inserted.
He stroked Hakyung’s soft, pink hair, a calming gesture amidst the rising tension, and asked, his voice a low rumble, “Does it hurt? Should I stop?”
Right now, Hakyung thought, just being touched by hand seemed like it would be okay.
The idea of stopping, however, felt like a betrayal to the burgeoning desire within him.
He glared at Muheon with narrowed eyes, a spark of defiance in their depths, as if asking what kind of nonsense he was spouting.
The thought of halting this intoxicating dance was unfathomable.
“It’s… it’s strange, but I’m not saying stop, hmph!”
Hakyung’s reply was sharp, imbued with a newfound assertiveness that surprised even himself.
At Hakyung’s defiant reply, Muheon couldn’t help but smile, a genuine, warm curve of his lips.
He patted Hakyung’s round buttocks, a gentle slap that conveyed his affection and pride.
He was proud of him, proud of Hakyung’s courage and willingness to explore these new depths with him.
It wasn’t an empty promise, Hakyung made cute sounds like “Ung, hnngh!” every time the man’s hand touched his backside.
These were not cries of pain, but soft exhalations of pleasure, little explosions of feeling that resonated deep within him.
As there was no pain in those sounds, Muheon continued what he was doing with peace of mind, his focus entirely on Hakyung’s comfort and pleasure.
The intimacy of the moment deepened, drawing them closer with every shared breath.
***
Again, the narrow inner wall, now thoroughly lubricated with gel, still showed no particular movement.
It was natural.
If it weren’t for Muheon, it was a place he’d never have had to use in his life, a secret, untouched part of him.
The realization added another layer of excitement to the experience.
Therefore, Muheon focused on touching and slowly widening the inside even more slowly and carefully.
His movements were a testament to his patience and tenderness, a stark contrast to the urgency that surged within him.
It was a selfish desire that Hakyung wouldn’t have a bad memory of accepting him.
He wanted this to be a beautiful, unforgettable experience, a memory they would both cherish.
Fortunately, while Hakyung’s inside wasn’t soft, it didn’t try to push Muheon’s fingers away.
It was a subtle, almost imperceptible surrender, a testament to Hakyung’s trust and growing desire.
“Hoo…”
Hakyung kept exhaling, a soft, continuous stream of breath, trying desperately to take in more of the President’s fingers.
The stretching felt intense, a delicious ache that pulsed deep within him.
It was a sensation he’d never experienced, and cold sweat kept running down his forehead, a visible sign of his body’s profound reaction.
Still, his heart kept pounding at the fact that it was the most intimate and closest act he could do with the President.
This was a boundary being pushed, a new level of connection being forged.
Even though he was currently lying on his stomach like a child being spanked – a position that in any other context would have felt humiliating – in this moment, it was simply part of the intoxicating journey.
He felt a little depressed thinking it wasn’t a naughty position, a momentary fleeting thought that quickly vanished as the sensations intensified.
But that was only for a moment.
Every time he felt the President’s fingers flitting around inside him, exploring and expanding, little whines, “Hoo-hoo,” kept escaping his lips, involuntarily expressing the mounting pleasure.
“Looks like it’s pretty much loosened up now…”
A deep, heavy voice echoed in Hakyung’s ears, Muheon’s voice, now thick with desire.
As soon as the words ended, Hakyung quickly got off the man’s thighs, his movements surprisingly agile despite the trembling of his limbs.
Then he spread his legs wide, reached out, and lay spread-eagled on the bed, a pose of complete surrender and invitation, as if telling him to hurry and pounce.
His body language was clear, a silent plea for more.
“Oh, really now.”
Muheon’s brows furrowed, a mixture of amusement and fierce desire twisting his features.
It was absolutely maddening where Hakyung had learned such things and how his prepared actions were so unrestrained.
His boldness was both shocking and incredibly arousing.
But Muheon was the same way, and just looking at Kang Hakyung made his cock stand up so hard it felt like it would burst, a throbbing testament to his own surging need.
Muheon gnawed and swallowed Hakyung’s fingers moving in the air, a playful yet possessive gesture, then positioned himself over the small body.
He made yet another deep mark over the pink traces he had already created, leaving his indelible imprint on Hakyung’s skin.
While biting and licking Hakyung’s nipples, his tongue tracing tantalizing circles, he also probed inside, his finger continuing its work, ensuring the opening he’d widened didn’t narrow.
The multi-sensory stimulation was almost overwhelming for Hakyung.
“Haah, hmph!”
Hakyung’s sounds grew louder with every movement of Muheon’s fingers, a desperate cry of pleasure that was close to breaking.
Only the position had changed from before, but the thought of actively having sex filled his mind, pushing all other thoughts aside.
This was real, tangible, and intensely exciting.
Every time the President’s firm body pressed down on him, it felt like his breath was being squeezed out, a delicious suffocation that left him breathless and wanting more.
And it felt just as good. Hakyung, impatient to get even closer to the President, tapped Muheon’s thighs with his heels, a desperate plea for faster, deeper connection.
“N-now the preparation is all done…!”
Hakyung gasped, his voice strained with anticipation.
“How do you want it?”
Muheon’s voice was a low growl, filled with a primal hunger.
“Just one, for now, h-just one, please…”
Hakyung pleaded, his voice thin and reedy.
No matter how much this “strong dolphin” was desperate for sex with the President, he didn’t have the confidence to take two at first go.
Honestly, even just a few fingers had felt like a huge foreign object…
The idea of a second one seemed impossible right now.
Hakyung grabbed one of Muheon’s erections and pulled it, a tentative yet firm gesture.
Muheon’s lips curved into a smile at Hakyung’s diligence in finding his own task amidst his heavy breathing from the intense foreplay.
Hakyung’s earnestness was endearing, a charming contrast to the raw desire that thrummed between them.
He aligned the tip of the glans with Hakyung’s opening.
The tiny gap was so small that the glans alone seemed to make it disappear, a testament to how tight and untouched Hakyung truly was.
Will it be okay?
The question he’d asked himself dozens of times resurfaced, a momentary flicker of doubt amidst the raging inferno of his desire.
He was afraid this delicate, small body would break the moment his own entered, a fragile vessel against his powerful thrust.
“President, quickly…!”
It was Hakyung again who shattered that worry, his impatience overriding any lingering fear.
He looked reproachfully at the President, who showed no intention of moving, even with just the glans touching.
His gaze was a silent chiding, urging Muheon to overcome his hesitation.
He’s so ridiculously timid for someone who doesn’t look at it!
That thought was an added bonus, a mischievous little whisper in Hakyung’s mind.
If I were the President, I’d just shove it in right when things are this frantic!
A flight of fancy only a virgin without experience could have, born of pure, unadulterated yearning.
“Kang Hakyung, if it hurts, run away.”
Muheon’s voice, while firm, held an undercurrent of concern.
“I got it, so… Hmph, just put it in.”
Unlike his timid lower half, Hakyung, who kept raising his upper body to escape the mouth relentlessly biting his nipples, tapped the President’s thighs again, a clear signal to proceed.
Taking that as a signal, Muheon slowly moved his hips.
He didn’t forget to apply an overflowing amount of gel, just in case it tore, the slick lubricant ensuring a smoother entry.
The room was filled with a mix of sweet scents, almost enough to cause a headache, but the two, already excited by each other, seemed to feel nothing but the intense rush of their escalating passion.
The world outside their intimate bubble had ceased to exist.
Slowly, little by little, as Muheon’s erection parted the opening and entered, Hakyung’s head tilted back, a silent scream of ecstasy and pain escaping his lips.
Goosebumps appeared on his slender neck, exposed by the movement, a visible manifestation of the profound impact of the moment.
He knew it was incomparable to just a few fingers, this was a whole new level of intensity, but this was…
A squelching sound, which shouldn’t have been heard, filled the air, a raw, visceral sound that heightened the sensory overload.
That wasn’t enough; the sensation of his opening being brutally crushed brought tears to Hakyung’s eyes, a mixture of overwhelming pain and a strange, undeniable pleasure.
He wanted to smack himself for even considering, a few minutes ago, putting both cocks in.
One was already insanely painful and terrifying; two was just…!
The thought was almost laughable in its absurdity now.
“Ugh…!”
A pained groan escaped Hakyung’s lips, a thin thread of sound that was quickly swallowed by the rising tide of sensation.
In contrast, the President, who had been wavering and hesitant until he inserted his cock, had his eyes change the moment he entered Hakyung.
They were the eyes of someone driven mad with the desire to thrust wildly, a predatory glint that was both terrifying and incredibly alluring.
Even amidst the pain that felt like his body was splitting in half, the only comfort was the President’s gaze.
It was a beacon in the storm, a source of connection and reassurance.
Hakyung deliberately focused on the change in the President’s expression, watching the muscles in his face tense and release, mirroring the movements within.
He reached out a trembling hand to touch his handsome face, a feather-light touch that conveyed a depth of emotion words couldn’t express.
“Ha, Kang Hakyung. Try to relax a bit.”
Muheon’s voice was strained, thick with his own burgeoning pleasure, yet laced with concern for Hakyung’s discomfort.
The expression on his face, contorted with pleasure, was a sight to behold, a beautiful distortion that Hakyung found incredibly appealing.
Though Hakyung didn’t know how to relax and couldn’t grant his request, he tried, his muscles twitching in a futile attempt to ease the tension.
Even as whimpers of pain automatically escaped him, Hakyung couldn’t help but ask, his voice a breathless whisper, “President, hmph, do you like it?”
It was a bold question, coming from someone who was so stiff and didn’t even know how to properly take him.
He was raw, vulnerable, yet fiercely curious.
Nevertheless, Muheon’s eyes curved into a smile, a rare, genuine smile that reached his eyes.
He licked away the tears in Hakyung’s eyes, a tender gesture that sent shivers down Hakyung’s spine, and then ran his tongue along the rim of his ear, a playful nibble that made Hakyung gasp.
“Fucking good.”
Muheon’s voice was a low growl, dripping with unadulterated excitement.
The profoundly low tone was filled with pure, raw passion, a sound that reverberated deep within Hakyung.
Even the vulgar word, which Hakyung had never heard from the President’s lips before, felt like pleasure to him, a testament to the intoxicating power of the moment.
“Hnngh…!”
Hakyung whimpered, a small, choked sound escaping his lips.
When Hakyung whimpered and let out a small groan, Muheon moved his hips in a large, powerful motion.
His cock, which had been stuck in the stiff inner wall, forged a path with incredible force, driving in deeper than before.
“Augh! Ah, nggh!”
Hakyung cried out, his voice now a desperate plea.
Muheon gripped Hakyung’s stomach tightly, his fingers digging in, and bit into his shoulders, which were curled up in pain.
The biting on his shoulder wasn’t even noticeable because of the splitting pain below, a sharp, searing agony that consumed his entire being.
Tears, which had gathered, fell in drops, warm against his skin, and Hakyung began to sob, his body wracked with tremors.
Though he noticed the slight pleasure and large amount of pain within it, Muheon, his face a mask of primal desire, didn’t stop putting force into his hips.
He was driven by an instinct beyond his control, a powerful urge to claim and possess.
Instead, Muheon simultaneously grabbed his own cock and Hakyung’s adorable one in his hands, and rubbed them vigorously, a simultaneous stimulation that sent Hakyung’s senses into overdrive.
“H-huh, u-uh-huh…?”
As the President’s main part was buried in his opening, and his own erection was receiving direct stimulation again, Hakyung’s eyes rolled back in his head, a dizzying sensation of being completely overwhelmed.
He wanted to try to get up, to move, to do anything to alleviate the intensity, but no strength entered his body, making it impossible.
He was utterly at Muheon’s mercy.
As Hakyung wondered what was happening to his cock, a curious, almost detached thought amidst the storm of sensations, Muheon’s hand gripped Hakyung’s erection strongly once more, a powerful, possessive squeeze.
“Haah!”
Hakyung gasped, his breath catching in his throat.
“Haa… Hah, Kang Hakyung, did you cum?”
Muheon’s voice was rough, laced with satisfaction, as he looked at the white fluid that had wet his hand.
His other cock, still in his hand, was far from cumming, yet Hakyung’s had just gone off after being gripped a few times.
It was cute and amusing, a tiny triumph in the midst of their passionate entanglement.
Hakyung bit his lip as if vexed by the man’s laugh, a playful defiance even in his spent state, then quickly opened his mouth as the force below pushed up, another surge of pleasure and intensity.
He worried his lower lip would tear if he kept biting it.
Muheon inserted his tongue into Hakyung’s parted lips, a natural progression that led to a deep, consuming kiss.
Hakyung’s mouth curved upward, a soft, involuntary smile spreading across his face, even as the intensity below continued.
Despite the unbearable pain that felt like fire in his unspeakable place below, Hakyung was incredibly satisfied with the sensation of being completely filled by the President.
It was a profound sense of fullness, of being utterly consumed and cherished.
It was when Hakyung was feeling slightly languid from the aftermath of cumming, a comfortable warmth spreading through his body, that the sensation shifted again.
“Ugh, ah…!”
Hakyung groaned, a sharp intake of breath.
Muheon, who hadn’t let go of Hakyung’s, continued to squeeze the small shaft as if wringing it out, pushing him back towards the brink.
Hakyung’s cock, caught between the President’s hand and large penis, trembled pitifully, a vulnerable column caught in a powerful embrace.
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