By Zephyria 
“W-where are you going to go in?”
Seo Yi-kyung’s spine stiffened. He let go of the sheets he had been clinging to and tried to crawl forward. However, he didn’t get far on his knees before Han Seung-jae grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him back.
Han Seung-jae once again aligned his member with the hole. But instead of thrusting in immediately, he rubbed the flesh against it as if soothing the opening. The twitching hole swept along the shaft and tried to swallow the glans. Reacting faithfully to Han Seung-jae’s pheromones, the hole pulsed suggestively.
Unlike his lewd body, Seo Yi-kyung’s chest swelled and his entire body grew heightened by the constant pressure he felt from behind.
“Does it still hurt, even after I sucked it that much?”
It wasn’t a matter of pain. A faint scent of pheromones was leaking from Seo Yi-kyung’s body as he came out of the bathroom. Even then, his hole had already begun to dampen little by little.
As Han Seung-jae said, Seo Yi-kyung was the one who had started stimulating him first. However, the tongue that had been entering and exiting the hole and the member now threatening it were different in size. Because of that, when Han Seung-jae’s member had relentlessly split him open and forced its way in earlier, Seo Yi-kyung’s mind had gone completely white and his complexion had turned pale. He couldn’t even gauge how far it would go in.
“The size is…”
Because it’s different.
Answering unconsciously, Seo Yi-kyung’s neck flushed deep red. It was difficult to ignore Han Seung-jae’s words. In trying to come up with some kind of answer, his inner thoughts had leaked out.
However, because he was exhaling in ragged breaths, the words were almost crushed on his tongue. There was no way to know if Han Seung-jae had heard him or not. All he knew was that the member was splitting the hole and entering once again. This time, his shoulders were held firmly, so Seo Yi-kyung didn’t even dare to try and scramble forward.
Han Seung-jae looked down at Seo Yi-kyung’s prone buttocks and moved his lower body. The narrow hole tightened as if trying to bite off the glans. The inner walls exerted all their strength, stubbornly pushing back against the foreign object. Despite this, Han Seung-jae’s hip movements did not slacken in the slightest. He eventually crammed his entire member inside Seo Yi-kyung.
“Ha, haa.”
Exhaling short, continuous breaths, Seo Yi-kyung reached one hand down to feel his stomach. He swallowed hard. Was it just an illusion, or did his stomach feel slightly more bloated than before?
“Still narrow and hot.”
Han Seung-jae’s voice echoed behind him. His breath, rougher than usual, touched Seo Yi-kyung’s shoulder and seemed to spread across his shoulder blades. Seo Yi-kyung felt relieved that Han Seung-jae wasn’t moving. After remaining buried inside Seo Yi-kyung’s inner walls for a while, he released the grip on Seo Yi-kyung’s shoulders.
Han Seung-jae gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s iliac crests with both hands. His cool, long fingers seemed to touch the abdominal muscles where reddish-purple bruises were located, then he pulled his waist back, withdrew his member, and thrust back in as if splitting the hole open.
Coarse pubic hair scratched Seo Yi-kyung’s flushed buttocks. He had a lewd body that changed color with the slightest stimulation.
Watching Seo Yi-kyung’s hole swallow his member, Han Seung-jae felt the blood rushing. All the blood pooled below headed toward one place.
“If it’s hard to endure, just keep massaging my cock like that.”
“…!”
Seo Yi-kyung hurriedly pulled his hand away from his stomach. He then gripped the sheets with both hands. From Han Seung-jae’s perspective looking down from behind, it must have looked like he was gripping and shaking the cock that he wasn’t touching. In reality, his body was simply moving back and forth, pushed by Han Seung-jae’s hip movements.
“What’s wrong?”
Han Seung-jae placed his hand over the back of Seo Yi-kyung’s hand, which was repeatedly clutching the sheets. It seemed as though Seo Yi-kyung’s hand was being lifted along with the gripped sheet, but soon the sheet slipped from his grasp. And then, his hardened member touched him.
While enveloping the back of Seo Yi-kyung’s hand, Han Seung-jae forced Seo Yi-kyung to grip his member. While his member was probing the inner walls from behind, Seo Yi-kyung’s hand, held by Han Seung-jae, was moving arbitrarily around his own member in the front.
“Ugh! Euugh.”
Seo Yi-kyung could feel how aroused the flesh touching his palm was.
Squelch, squelch—as Han Seung-jae’s hand moved, a wet, sticky sound echoed against Seo Yi-kyung’s palm. Or perhaps that sound was coming from the back hole.
In the silent bedroom, there was nothing but Seo Yi-kyung’s panting breaths and the wet sounds emanating from the front and back.
Though it wasn’t by his own will, it looked as if he were masturbating, gripping and shaking his own member while being penetrated from behind. Contrary to Seo Yi-kyung’s panicked mind, his member was steadily building up the sensation of ejaculation. It was to the point where he wouldn’t have noticed even if Han Seung-jae’s grip had loosened.
Fluid dripped from the tip of the member held in Seo Yi-kyung’s hand. It soaked Seo Yi-kyung’s palm and the fingertips of Han Seung-jae, who was gripping the back of that hand.
Seo Yi-kyung was beyond dazed; he was dizzy. Feeling a sense of vertigo, he twitched his lips, which were slightly bloodied.
“S-Seung-jae.”
Just by saying that, Han Seung-jae gripped the back of Seo Yi-kyung’s hand, which had been held loosely, with strength. Consequently, the member being held cried out in pain.
However, the desire to ejaculate was greater than the pain. Rather than the cock probing and entering deep from behind, he had a stronger desire to somehow vomit out the urge filling his taut, swollen member.
“It, it hurts. Please let go of this.”
Seo Yi-kyung groaned anxiously. Han Seung-jae’s meaningful voice drifted over.
“If I let go.”
“Ugh, euugh. Ha, ah.”
Han Seung-jae’s fingers flickered over Seo Yi-kyung’s urethra as if stimulating it, while squeezing the gripped glans. Pleasure spread through the glistening urethra.
He was clearly doing it on purpose. But Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t lodge any protest. For a moment, he even felt the urge to urinate. His thighs trembled violently, and he tightened his grip on Han Seung-jae’s member filling him from behind with all his might.
Since he couldn’t afford to make a mistake on the bed, he desperately wanted to run into the bathroom. Han Seung-jae, who couldn’t possibly be unaware of this, continued.
“If I let go, you’re going to run away. Aren’t you?”
“Ugh, ugh. Euugh.”
Han Seung-jae was not wrong. Seo Yi-kyung had been thinking about running to the bathroom. It truly felt as if he were looking deep into his mind.
And Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t even answer. Han Seung-jae’s hand slowly moved down and then back up. As the touch gradually quickened, Seo Yi-kyung’s flanks trembled. Then, as if the thighs that had been tense finally gave way, his hand brushed past Han Seung-jae’s fingertips, and he vomited fluid onto the sheets in surges.
Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body collapsed. He rested his head, damp with what could have been sweat or water, on the sheets and caught his breath. He felt his buttocks being lifted higher, but he couldn’t move a muscle because his lower body was still shaking from the afterglow of ejaculation. And as Han Seung-jae moved, the pleasure was transmitted even more intensely.
Seo Yi-kyung’s body swayed back and forth. Now, no matter how Han Seung-jae held and shook him, he couldn’t stop him. His entire focus was simply on the low breaths Han Seung-jae exhaled, as if putting a brake on his own accelerating hip movements.
Heat seemed to spread upward from the back along his spine. Or was it spreading downward?
Seo Yi-kyung shook his hips with his eyes almost closed. Soon, the foreign object filling the inner walls seemed to swell in size, and searingly hot fluid poured inside.
“Haa, haa.”
Seo Yi-kyung maintained the same position with his hips raised. It was an effort to keep his stomach from being pressed, but since Han Seung-jae was holding his iliac crests, he couldn’t lie flat if he wanted to.
The reddened hole spat out the glans. Simultaneously, the fluid that had been poured out flowed down his bruised thighs to his knees.
The love fluid continued to trail from the tip of the member that had emerged, then snapped as Han Seung-jae bent his knees. He slowly laid Seo Yi-kyung flat on his back.
Seo Yi-kyung, flushed as if his entire body had been cooked, breathed heavily. His Adam’s apple, where Han Seung-jae’s lips had touched, gasped; his chest, where Han Seung-jae’s lips had touched, rose and fell steeply; and his stomach, where Han Seung-jae’s lips had touched, glistened with fluid.
His thighs, where the most bruises were located, remained spread, trembling faintly as if feeling the afterglow of ejaculation. Meanwhile, the semen that had filled the inner walls squeezed out of the hole, brushed past his buttocks, and left stains on the sheets.