“I-I need to go to the bathroom…”
He was so desperate that the words that should have been mentally rehearsed came out without a filter.
But it wasn’t a lie; he thought he might feel better if he splashed some cold water on his face. In terms of lowering the heat, collecting his thoughts, and buying time, it wasn’t a bad idea.
“The bathroom?”
“Ungh… Yes.”
“Alright.”
“……?”
He was a little nervous because he had blurted it out without thinking of a follow-up, but the response was a remarkably clean permission.
Ben blinked blankly, thinking he might have heard wrong, but Haimar gestured towards the attached bathroom in the room.
His face seemed to ask, ‘Why aren’t you going?’
“Just to be clear, I’m not running away. I’m really just going and coming right back, okay?”
This was absolutely not an escape, but a moment to secure a short break.
After he returned to the bed, the intercourse would definitely resume.
Ben, half-doubting, tentatively rested his hands on Haimar’s shoulders and slowly bent his knees.
As the embedded penis withdrew from deep inside, it clearly traced the path it had made.
It was so large that even with his knees fully bent, the glans caught at the entrance. He had to arch his back and lift his hips for it to finally pop out.
“Aught…”
Because Haimar had stimulated all the right spots and scratched the folds on the way out, a moan escaped, and Ben almost lost his balance.
He barely caught his center and, supporting himself, got off the bed on his knees.
If he hesitated, Haimar might quickly change his mind again.
His legs trembled slightly, but he could manage.
He put strength in his legs and took a few steps toward the bathroom when something trickled down his thighs.
“…Ugh… what is this…”
Ben’s ears, which had calmed down, turned bright red at the feeling of a viscous, hot liquid adhering to his skin.
He couldn’t ignore what this was, even if he wanted to.
Since his passage, which had been blocked, was now open, the semen Haimar had lavishly deposited inside was naturally flowing out.
Even as he stood frozen for a moment, his passage involuntarily convulsed and spat out semen.
Ben flinched and reflexively reached down with his hand, only to have his legs give out, and he plopped onto the floor.
“Ah, no, this is…”
He had never walked around with semen inside him before, so he hadn’t known this would happen.
Whenever this happened, it was always in bed or after he had been cleanly washed.
Just as Ben decided to quickly stand up and bolt for the bathroom, unable to look back at Haimar on the bed, Haimar strode over and cast a large shadow over the seated Ben.
“What are you doing, sitting there looking so enticing? Do you want me to screw you?”
‘What, what is enticing?’
“I didn’t know. I apologize.”
“That’s not it! Wait! Wh-what are you doing! Let go! Wah! Don’t lift me!”
Haimar then lightly lifted the fully grown adult male as if he were handling a child, hooking one arm under each thigh.
If he was going to lift him, he should have done it normally.
Instead, Ben’s back was resting against Haimar’s chest, and his thighs were each hooked over Haimar’s elbows, a position that was both unstable and utterly embarrassing, with his legs wide open.
With his body facing forward, Ben’s two hands, which had been wandering in the air, barely managed to grab hold of Haimar’s waist.
Haimar, firmly binding Ben’s body, swung open the bathroom door and stood facing the mirror with the bidet in front of them.
It was natural, then, that Ben’s view was filled with his own flushed body, and Haimar’s stiff penis rubbing against his exposed genitals and the space between his buttocks through his widely parted legs.
The mirror was so clean that it vividly reflected his passage, which was constantly opening and closing frantically every time Ben took a shallow breath.
The sight of the lavishly released semen and lubricant mixing and miserably dripping out was profoundly obscene.
Ben flinched every time Haimar’s residue dripped out in chunks.
Unable to look at the mirror, he released the arms that had been reaching behind him and covered his face.
The hands that had been lightly holding onto Haimar for support moved to his face, entirely relinquishing his weight to Haimar, but he had no way to endure this without covering his eyes.
“There, go pee.”
“Are you crazy?!”
“Didn’t you come here to pee?”
“No!! I don’t need to!”
Even a dog would make more sense than this!
Even if he had intended to urinate, who in the world would relieve themselves like this?
“You don’t need to?”
“No, I don’t! So, please change this position—”
“Then, let’s squirt again, like before.”
“What…?”
‘Before?’
What does he mean by before…?
A familiar sense of dread washed over Ben’s spine.
Since he had covered his face with his hands to avoid looking at the mirror in front of him, he slightly opened his fingers and glanced at Haimar’s expression, meeting eyes with Haimar’s beautifully curved, crescent-shaped smile.
“I-I was going to wash my face, okay? I wanted to rest a little, ah! Auuught! Huuu, n-no! This—Hwatt!”
Since his buttocks were already lowered due to gravity, Haimar’s penis tapped the entrance a few times and easily entered the already loosened passage.
The position he had been in on the bed was difficult, but this position, where the only stable place to lean was Haimar, was also overwhelming.
His limp penis twitched and wobbled every time his body slightly opened up.
He was afraid he would climax again just by being fully inserted, like before.
“D-don’t put it in anymore, stop… Ungh!”
“Why? I’ve only inserted this much.”
Since he kept his eyes tightly closed and didn’t look at the mirror in front of him, all he felt was the column of fire thrusting, pushing all his intestines up.
Ben was uneasy in the precarious position and tried to push Haimar away by turning his arms backward, but it wasn’t a very effective defense.
“Don’t push it in any further, stop! Hik!”
“Ha…”
Haimar, controlling the depth with the hand gripping Ben’s thighs, deliberately shoved his penis all the way in to the base.
Ben twisted his head and buried his face in Haimar’s shoulder.
Because the hot, throbbing, squirming penis completely filled his abdomen, heat rose to the crown of his head, and his mind began to spin.
Seeing Ben panting and sticking out his tongue from the lack of breath again, Haimar lowered his face and sucked on that tongue.
“Huu, ah, ung…! Ugh!”
Haimar, who lightly bit Ben’s lower lip and then released it, began to move slowly.
It was less like thrusting with his hips and more like lifting Ben’s entire body with his immense strength and ramming him onto his own penis.
And as if he still had energy, he whispered in a low, deep, almost chewing voice, with Ben’s ear in his mouth, as if to devour it.
“Open your eyes and look at how well you’re swallowing me.”
“D-don’t! Ugh, huuught! D-don’t say things like that… Ah! Auuugh!”
“If you look forward properly, I’ll take you to the bed.”
Haimar’s sticky tongue completely filled his ear canal, and his growling, echoing voice shook and dominated Ben’s entire head.
Even in his daze, the calculation that going to the bed was better than this position came through, so Ben slowly moved his stubbornly averted head forward.
Even though his vision was blurry from the tears that had accumulated, the image in the mirror right in front of him was particularly prominent.
His widely stretched passage, with all its folds smoothed out, was tightly swallowing the base of Haimar’s penis.
The entrance was reddish and plump, and a sticky, unidentifiable liquid hung down from his testicles, almost touching the floor.
And his face was a sight to behold—swollen from crying with tear tracks all over it, it was unbearable to look at, in his own estimation.
Moreover, what was even harder to endure was the piercing blue gaze meeting his own in the mirror.
Haimar’s face, with his lips buried in Ben’s neck, leaving marks, and his eyes full of lust, looking at him as if to devour him, made something in Ben heat up even more.
‘So, he’s doing this to make me die of embarrassment.’
Yet, the lust directed at him was not unwelcome, which was problematic.
He was glad that his now-lover was properly lusting after him.
If only he could do something about this humiliating position, he might have been able to enjoy the pleasure more.
Ben twisted his head away to avoid the gaze, feeling both overwhelming shame and an intense surge of sensation from deep within his core, and sought Haimar’s lips.
Since they weren’t in a face-to-face position, they couldn’t immediately kiss, but Haimar, like a ghost, understood Ben’s intention and pressed his lips against his.
“N-now, to the bed… Hwaa!”
“Ung, let’s release it once more, and then go.”
Thwack!
“Augh!”
Contrary to Ben’s earnest wish for the bed, Haimar stopped the slow, full-length thrusts within his abdomen and violently rammed it in once.
Then, he looked into Ben’s confused eyes and smiled languidly with a face full of lust.
“Haah… How can I go when you’re gripping me like this inside?”
‘Why did his words suddenly change!’
“Ah! You li-liar! Hwatt! Ugh! Ungh!”
Then, the movements that had been deeply thrusting and stirring his insides immediately turned rough.
Haimar deeply rammed and then completely pulled out his glans, as if demonstrating.
Every time, the intertwined inner wall followed as if it couldn’t be released, and the melted, mushy passage fully fluttered, chasing the lost presence.
“No, hngh, not this…! Hik, aught!”
“Ungh, what is it that you don’t want? Hoo… your passage is begging to be pounded quickly.”
Haimar’s low, deep voice, full of high heat and far from the coldness that usually surrounded him, jumbled with Ben’s uncontrollable sobs.
Ben had no place to rely on but Haimar behind him.
The feeling of his body being wholly lifted and rammed, as he surrendered everything to Haimar, was intensely powerful, pushing all his intestines up, as if Haimar would pierce his abdominal wall from the inside.
The semen Haimar had lavishly deposited in his insides was forced backward by Haimar’s strong piston strokes, squirting out and dripping from the outside of his passage.
Foam quickly appeared, and the sticky liquid mixed with semen and secretions chaotically slapped and pulled away from the area around his perineum.
