By Zephyria 
“……What?”
“Haa, ngh, Ahjussi’s cum is so, go— ngh!”
At the same time a thick groan escaped the man holding him tightly from behind, hot semen flooded his inner walls. Feeling the white fluid fill his stomach and leak out from where they were joined, Yoo Jiha collapsed onto the bed. Then, the man’s body, heaving violently, covered him from above.
Jeil Heon, letting out hot breaths as he peppered kisses along Yoo Jiha’s ear and nape, asked in a low voice.
“That thing you just said—who on earth did you learn that from?”
“You liked it too, Ahjussi.”
“…….”
“Do you want me to do it again next time?”
“Mmm……. Only occasionally. If I hear it too often, I feel like I’ll truly become an irredeemable piece of trash…….”
I’ll do it every day. Unaware of this secret resolve, Jeil Heon pushed himself up. A shallow moan escaped naturally at the feeling of the heavy mass of flesh pressing against his stomach as it scraped along the inner walls to withdraw.
Having left the bed, Jeil Heon reached out his hand, suggesting they go wash up, but Yoo Jiha’s gaze was directed downward. Come to think of it, there was one item on the bucket list he had created during the abstinence period.
“I want to try do—doing it too.”
“Huh? Doing what?”
“Ahjussi’s… with my mouth…….”
Before he could even finish the sentence, Jeil Heon hurriedly covered Yoo Jiha’s eyes, which were blatantly aimed at a specific area. When Jiha pushed his hand away in dissatisfaction, Jeil Heon grabbed his chin and tilted it up so he couldn’t look down. He tried to shake off the grip, but no matter how much he struggled, he didn’t budge an inch, as if caught in a vice.
All he could see was Jeil Heon’s startled face. Normally, it was a heartwarming face that he felt full just by admiring, but right now, seeing only this was extremely unsatisfying. What Yoo Jiha wanted to see right now wasn’t his face, but his cock.
“You can’t… do that with your mouth.”
“You did it too, Ahjussi.”
“I’m different from you.”
“Why can’t I?”
“Because you can’t.”
Jeil Heon was incredibly soft on Yoo Jiha, but if he was this firm, it truly meant it was impossible. In that case, he had no choice but to aim for the next opportunity.
Pouting his lips, he pushed against Jeil Heon’s chest. He didn’t budge. He pushed again, but it was the same. He was clearly pushing a body made of the same blood and flesh as his own, yet it felt like pushing a wall rather than a person.
“……?”
Jeil Heon looked puzzled for a moment before finally letting out an “Ah,” and allowing himself to be pushed back. If he was going to pretend to be pushed, he should at least get the timing right. Becoming even more dissatisfied, Yoo Jiha frowned blatantly and straddled the man’s waist as he lay on the bed.
“How dare you think about washing up and sleeping? I told you I wasn’t going to let you sleep all night.”
“The sun already came up.”
“Regardless.”
Fidgeting with his hands, he grasped the thing he couldn’t suck with his mouth. Even though he had ejaculated not long ago, he gripped the thick phallus that hadn’t shrunk much. As he felt the hot heat against his palm, he swallowed hard.
Just by stroking the wet shaft a few times, it quickly stiffened. Jeil Heon groaned softly and tried to caress Yoo Jiha’s chest, but Jiha quickly dodged and slapped the man’s abdomen, which was split by a thick line of muscle.
“I’m doing this, so Ahjussi, don’t you dare move.”
“Is this some kind of roleplay?”
“Uh, um……. Like a master and a slave?”
He had just blurted it out, but it was a setting he quite liked. If the master says to have sex all night, the slave must obey. And let him suck the cock, too. Anyway, deciding to aim for the cock next time, Yoo Jiha instead lifted his hips.
Holding the man’s member with his hand, he tried to push it into the hole between his buttocks, but it didn’t go as smoothly as he thought. Trying to align the hole by feel without looking properly, the blunt glans just poked his perineum or thighs. That wasn’t all.
‘……I haven’t even inserted it yet, so why is it getting bigger?’
Yoo Jiha’s earlobes turned red as he realized how he must look to the man—legs spread, hips lifted, struggling alone to insert it.
Finally, the glans found its place. Pushing through the folds of the entrance, which was still leaking cloudy semen, it slid deep inside. They fit together seamlessly, as if they had always been one body. The fingertips of Jeil Heon, resting on Yoo Jiha’s thighs, tightened until they turned white.
“Ngh, h-haaa…….”
Yoo Jiha slowly lowered himself. Since his body was already open, he thought the second insertion would be less burdensome, but it still filled him with a tight ache. The slow insertion, driven entirely by his own will, provided a sensation so vivid that he could feel the bulging veins of the shaft against his inner walls.
After the slug-like insertion, he finally sat fully upon the man’s waist. Feeling proud, he panted and rested his hands on the man’s abdomen.
“Ahjussi, ngh……. It’s all the way in.”
“……Right.”
Jeil Heon’s slightly hoarse reply came slowly. Only then did he look up to find a blank expression meeting him. There were several reasons why the usually genial Jeil Heon would be expressionless, but right now, it felt like he was suppressing something. Yoo Jiha’s heart throbbed with an inexplicable anxiety. Was the insertion too slow?
Biting his lip, he lifted his hips. He intended to lift them just slightly and then move, but perhaps because of the weight, he plunged back down faster than expected.
“Haa-ugh……!”
A moan escaped as he tightened his buttocks around the base. Just a little, just a little more……. The bobbing of his hips gradually quickened.
The narrow hole repeatedly swallowed and spat out the thick piece of flesh. The movement scraping against the highly sensitive mucous membrane was stimulating enough on its own, but it didn’t bring the intense pleasure he craved. He didn’t know at what angle or how to poke the most sensitive spot. Eventually, Yoo Jiha panted pitifully and pleaded with the man who remained motionless.
“Hng, Ahjussiii……. Please, do something about th— h-aaah!”
Before he could even finish his sentence, a powerful impact surged from below. With a strong, rough force that made the flesh slap loudly—completely incomparable to the clumsy movements from before—Jeil Heon thrust upward violently. The reaction from just a moment ago, when he had been still as if feeling nothing, seemed like a lie.
His vision blurred. Every time the sweet spot, which he couldn’t reach no matter how much he struggled, was ruthlessly crushed, intense pleasure exploded like fireworks in his head. This was exactly what he wanted. The pleasure of an aroused man frantically indulging in him until he overflowed.
“Ah! Ngh! Haa…… ngh!”
Even while bobbing rapidly, the arms that had barely been holding on gave way, and his upper body collapsed forward. As he lay prone on Jeil Heon’s bare chest, panting for breath, the man brushed back the sweat-soaked hair from behind his ear and asked in a hoarse voice that seemed to vibrate from deep within his throat.
“Can I move however I want now?”
“A-ah, since a while ago, you can do whatever, hua……. and if you— h-ack! Aaah!”
Supporting Yoo Jiha’s buttocks and the underside of his thighs, Jeil Heon lifted his body. As his legs floated in the air, the member pushed even deeper. This was insane. He was lifted while still inserted. A dizzying sense of floating, as if he might fall to the floor, stirred his consciousness, which was already hazy with pleasure.
Yoo Jiha gripped Jeil Heon’s shoulders with trembling arms, almost scratching his skin. Despite the red scratches forming on the skin, the man laughed lowly and lightly patted his buttocks.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
He barely managed to move his legs, which had lost their strength, but even wrapping them around the waist was difficult. It dug so deep, into the innermost part of his stomach, that he had the absurd imagination that the member might pierce right through his body and come out of his mouth. The flushed mucous membrane inside his belly felt as if it were melting and sticking to him.
“Hik……. It’s too dee— ah-ugh…….”
“If it’s too hard, shall we lie down on the bed?”
“N-no……. Right now is go-good…… h-aat!”
No sooner had the word ‘good’ left his lips than Jeil Heon thrust his hips upward with a thud. A rough vibration surged up to his limp face, becoming a new form of pleasure. The member, buried so deep it felt like it was pressing against his solar plexus, withdrew and then slammed back in repeatedly. The stinging of his thighs clashing together in succession vanished, suppressed by the surging pleasure.
Moaning frantically, he dug his nails into the man’s shoulders. Every time he was hammered rapidly, it felt precarious, as if he might fall off with the slightest slip, yet his body, bobbing up and down, was firmly supported by him. It was a strange sense of security.
He loved this sensation he always felt by his side.