By Zephyria 
The sensitive body that had just passed its climax could not endure such excessive stimulation.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, a heat rising from deep inside his lower abdomen, not his penis. He felt like he was about to come, but something was different from usual. That made Song Hyun-soo anxious.
“It’s weird. It’s weird! I came. But I feel like I’m going to come again… Ugh. Hngh.”
“Then come again. Otherwise, why am I thrusting my hips so hard?”
Swish. Swish. Yoon Joo-ho pulled his penis back after pushing it to the very end of the softened interior, adding,
“What’s the problem?”
“It’s not that… I said it’s weird! My penis isn’t hard, but I feel like I’m going to come.”
The edge of his prominent glans sharply scraped over that spot, the pouch that made him tingle and throb. Song Hyun-soo grabbed whatever he could reach and shook his head violently.
“I’m scared, Senior. Just a moment… just a moment.”
Yoon Joo-ho grabbed Song Hyun-soo’s chin and turned him. Song Hyun-soo faced him, sobbing with watery eyes.
“What are you?”
“…”
“Have you never gone from behind?”
The look of disbelief on his face was instantly replaced by an ominous smile.
Song Hyun-soo instinctively knew he was in trouble.
Yoon Joo-ho’s thrusting sped up. It was like the pistons of a supercar engine with over two thousand horsepower. He pressed tightly against Song Hyun-soo’s back, his buttocks bobbing rapidly. The obscene panting of firm buttocks and flexible hips, repeatedly thrusting a hard object in and out of the hole, was almost visible.
There was nowhere to escape. Whether it was the prostate or somewhere else, every spot his penis swept over now throbbed. It was as if the inner lining of his anus had become his penis.
“Stop! Stop a little! A little slower, Senior.”
“Did the guys you played with before go slow?”
“I already came. Where is the sense in continuing like this!”
“Are you mad that I’m spoiling you for a long time? Were those guys impotent too?”
“If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow… Senior, please…”
Neither threats nor pleas worked.
Thwuck, thwuck, thwuck. The sounds of intercourse created by the penis, internal organs, and the lubricant between them were vividly embarrassing. The sound of skin, soaked in sweat, sticking and then peeling off was equally obscene.
Amidst it all, a voice mixed with manic excitement and laughter whispered in his ear.
“Then you’ll only think about doing this all day?”
He chuckled, wrapped his hand around Song Hyun-soo’s lower abdomen, and pulled him close. His knee came inside Song Hyun-soo’s knee, pushing outward to force his legs further apart.
“Ah, ah. Hng… hngh.”
The direction of the thrusting subtly changed. As he hammered upward, thrusting from below, Song Hyun-soo squeezed his eyes shut and twisted his waist.
He was afraid of going backward.
It felt like he was becoming someone else.
He held his breath, tensing his buttocks and lower abdomen as if trying to hold back the urge to urinate. He didn’t even consider that tightening his anus would only stimulate Yoon Joo-ho more.
“S-Senior, please… It’s hard, it’s too hard… Let me lie down, okay?”
He repeatedly pulled his hips back long and then plunged in deeply. He gave no answer.
“Hngh, just let me lie on my stomach… you son of a bitch!”
As if his plea had worked, the thrusting slowed. His hand reached out, swept back his bangs, and wiped away the tears from his wet eyes. He wondered if he was going to let him lie down, but that wasn’t it.
“You only met lazy guys, so you weren’t satisfied.”
Glaring at him from behind with a look of resentment, Song Hyun-soo threw back the exact same words he had said.
“And you, have you always treated your partners like this? Huh? Like a sex-crazed person? Panting? Like a beast?”
“Should I answer? Can you handle it?”
That annoying bastard. That devilish bastard. The one who knew exactly how much I liked him, and how to hurt me.
Song Hyun-soo wrapped his left hand around the back of his head.
“Don’t answer. You just shut up and move your hips.”
He pulled him closer and covered his mouth. He could feel Yoon Joo-ho’s lips pulling into a smirk.
“Umm, umm. Hmph. Eum!”
The greedily swollen glans mercilessly scraped against the pouch inside him. Being pinned down, shoved, and ravaged while sucking on his tongue.
Like two beasts.
Like animals mating.
Lying down with his buttocks raised high, overlapping vertically, dripping tears and saliva onto the mattress. His entire pelvic area ached, and his thighs trembled from enduring the merciless lust and stamina. Yet, he wasn’t even allowed the freedom to collapse and lie down comfortably. This was the first time sex had pushed him this hard.
The flesh walls seemed to melt and mix with his thing as one. I never knew my body could feel this much from anal sex.
Like a game, like a different kind of play. Sex that couldn’t be dismissed as such.
My whole body ached as if a thick arm was thrusting into my buttocks, wantonly rummaging inside my organs. I wanted to die and cry from feeling too much. I wanted to escape him, and at the same time, I wanted to be completely subdued by him. I couldn’t understand anything.
“Hnnngh, hck. Hhup. Hnn, ht.”
On the verge of climax, Song Hyun-soo lifted his buttocks higher himself, shaking them violently in rhythm with his thrusts.
Yoon Joo-ho pulled Song Hyun-soo’s torso tightly into his arms.
“Ughh. Hhup. Um. Hup.”
Not just his penis, but his tongue too, he thrust deep into Song Hyun-soo’s mouth, all the way to the back, with brute force. He embraced the body beneath him as if to shatter it, reaching his climax. Song Hyun-soo felt an intense orgasm almost simultaneously.
The thick, long fleshly mass convulsed inside his belly. His hips continued to heave even as he ejaculated. It felt worn and thin from being rubbed and chafed excessively. It had become so sensitive that his lower body trembled and clenched spasmodically.
He slowly withdrew his penis from Song Hyun-soo’s body. Even as it came out, Song Hyun-soo’s body twitched intermittently as if electrocuted.
With a hoarse voice completely consumed by lust, he said,
“I’ll change the condom, so take a break.”
If only he would let go of me, I wanted to collapse, my limbs going limp.
Even after his appendage withdrew, Song Hyun-soo couldn’t lower his hips.
Just a little movement felt like my body would shatter.
Anal sex was definitely not good. Until now, that is.
It might be good for the one doing the penetrating, but for the one receiving, it was only painful, and I even had to pretend to enjoy it, so I was sure I wasn’t gay.
But I felt it from behind. I reached climax without even getting an erection.
Still with my buttocks raised, I exposed the hole, still open and quivering, right in front of him. My hole and the flesh within. My most secret inner flesh, which had been thoroughly rubbed and chafed by his manhood just moments ago, was exposed as I trembled.
From the lingering excitement of being violently violated by him.
“Ugh, h.”
His thumb slid into the gently opened hole.
“Can’t even wait for me to change the condom?”
His voice, raspy and hoarse with excitement, was sexy. The thought that it was because of me was unbearable. Song Hyun-soo’s thighs, which had been tensed, spasmed. He writhed his hips languidly and pleaded with him.
“You keep thrusting in and out… I’m going crazy.”
Tsk, Yoon Joo-ho clicked his tongue.
“You could kill someone with a BB gun, couldn’t you?”
Yoon Joo-ho lay down beside him. The mattress sagged heavily. Then he pulled Song Hyun-soo’s trembling body into an embrace. Lying on his side, his back touched Yoon Joo-ho’s chest.
Lying side by side, he caressed Song Hyun-soo’s chest broadly. His thumb pressed his nipple, his hand traced his abs, then stroked down through his pubic hair to the wet inner thighs. Then, hooking his hand behind his knee, he lifted his leg into the air.
“Hnng.”
Like a dog marking its territory. Yoon Joo-ho’s thick glans nuzzled the entrance of Song Hyun-soo’s anus, his leg raised.
“Should we do it raw?”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
With his other hand, which he had pulled out from beneath Song Hyun-soo, Yoon Joo-ho circled his lower abdomen. Then he breathed a seductive sigh into his ear.
“I want to cum inside you, not in some latex bag.”
“It’s a hassle to clean up.”
The bare glans, without a condom, kept teasing the entrance of his hole.
Despite his words, Song Hyun-soo felt his own lower body greedily parting, as if it were about to suck him in and swallow him.
With the hand that had been stroking his lower abdomen, Yoon Joo-ho pulled Song Hyun-soo tighter. His hot lips brushed against his ear. And he whispered.
“Hyun-soo.”
His heart felt like it would leap out of his chest. It was a good thing he was holding him.
“Hyun-soo, can I cum inside? Huh?”
That bastard, like a devil. He knew so well how to get a ‘yes’ out of me, how to draw it out.
Hyun-soo.
He had never called me that before.
“Mmm, m… Aah…”
Before he could even get a clear answer, the glans was pushing its way in.
How much time had passed, what time it was. Was the outside world even functioning properly?
Everything was pushed out of his consciousness as their bodies were threaded together as one.
Accepting him with a body that had become much softer, Song Hyun-soo thought.
Whatever had happened, I was glad he came looking for me, and no one else.
And he prayed.
Whatever he had come here looking for, I hoped he found it in me.
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