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Wonho didn’t even bother wiping it off, just grinning shamelessly.
“Wipe it off…!”
Horrified, Haebom grabbed at the sheets and reached for him, but Wonho leaned back, leaving his hand swiping uselessly at the air.
“W-Won…! Ah—! D-Don’t press…!”
“You keep saying ‘don’t,’ but you’re loving it. You’ve got too many demands—I can’t obey them all, Haebom.”
He tried to protest, but Wonho’s fingers stole his voice.
When Haebom told him not to press again, Wonho arched a brow and crooked his fingers upward.
Without lube, just spit-slick, the usual lewd sounds weren’t as loud—but every thrust was still obscenely wet.
And then, in the middle of it all, Wonho called his name with fake sweetness, making Haebom shudder.
Wonho steadily added more fingers, pressing ruthlessly against his prostate.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
No—he hadn’t been able to from the moment he saw Haebom.
“Damn it, Yun Haebom… Even if it hurts, bear with it. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Wonho pulled his fingers out of Haebom’s hole with those words, not giving him a chance to speak before lining up the head of his cock against the twitching entrance and pushing inside in one smooth motion.
Haebom hadn’t even seen when Wonho had taken off his clothes, but he could acutely feel the presence of the hot, thick flesh now spreading him open.
“Hah—!”
As always, whenever that hard, massive length pushed into him, Haebom felt as if his body were being split in two.
It was overwhelming on a normal day, but today, it was even worse.
His muscles instinctively clenched.
His hole didn’t have a mind of its own, but he could’ve sworn it was squeezing desperately to expel the intruder.
No matter how hard he tried to relax, his body refused to obey.
Even if Wonho had done his best to loosen him up earlier, there was only so much his tongue could do, and the time spent fingering him hadn’t been nearly enough.
The only saving grace was the steady stream of pre-cum leaking from Wonho’s cock.
“Hng—! Ah…! J-Just… do it all at once…!”
“Yoon Haebom…!”
Wonho shot him a resentful glare—not because he actually blamed him, but because he was barely holding onto the last shreds of his patience, and Haebom’s demand to just shove it all in at once was testing him.
If it were up to him, he would’ve buried himself to the hilt already.
Even now, with just the tip inside, the way Haebom’s walls clenched around him, milking him for cum, was maddening…!
Of course, Haebom’s body wasn’t actually trying to milk him—it was just reflexively resisting the foreign intrusion—but Wonho didn’t care about the details.
“Haa…!”
Just when Haebom thought Wonho would slam in all the way, Wonho pulled his hips back slightly before thrusting in again, shallow and controlled.
If he had truly lost control, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back like this.
The faintest thread of rationality kept him from going wild—but that thread was on the verge of snapping.
“Ah—! Ngh! Hnn…!”
With each shallow thrust, Wonho pushed deeper.
Thankfully, Haebom’s tight walls didn’t completely reject him.
Then, the head of Wonho’s cock pressed firmly against his prostate.
Normally, in his haste, Wonho would’ve crushed past it, but the slow, deliberate movements made the stimulation precise.
“W-Wait—! Ah—!”
There was no time to protest.
The direct hit to his prostate sent Haebom’s head snapping back, his back arching off the bed.
If Wonho hadn’t been holding his waist, he might’ve bent to an impossible angle—flexible enough to make even Haebom question his own body.
Thin spurts of cum shot from the tip of Haebom’s cock.
Since he’d already come once before, it wasn’t as thick, but the sheer volume of it spilled over his taut stomach, dripping all the way down to his chest.
The sight of that sticky white fluid streaking across Haebom’s flushed skin was enough to make Wonho’s vision swim.
He gritted his teeth, barely restraining himself—until, with a sharp snap, his last thread of control broke.
Thud.
In one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck—! Haebom. Yoon Haebom…!”
Wonho growled, voice ragged.
“Why the hell are you so tight? You’re gonna drive me insane. Is that what you want?”
He gripped Haebom’s waist and slammed into him again, the force of it jolting through Haebom’s entire body.
It felt like his insides were being pounded raw.
But Wonho didn’t give him time to adjust.
Thud. Slam. Thud.
The lewd, violent sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a stark contrast to the earlier restrained rhythm.
Wonho wrapped a hand around Haebom’s cock, now hard again despite his recent release.
The size of it fit perfectly in his palm, and he squeezed, thumb rubbing teasingly over the slit.
“Ngh—! L-Let go…!”
Haebom’s protests were lost between broken moans.
His oversensitive body trembled, torn between pleasure and overstimulation.
He reached out weakly, trying to push Wonho’s hand away, but Wonho wasn’t about to let him escape.
“No. I’m not letting go.”
It was unclear whether he meant Haebom’s cock—or Haebom himself.
With that, Wonho’s movements grew even more frantic.
Haebom’s moans turned desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps as another orgasm built inside him.
But instead of releasing him, Wonho only tightened his grip, stroking him in time with his thrusts, his thumb circling the leaking tip.
Haebom panted heavily, his tongue lolling out as he gasped for air.
It was as if he’d become a dog.
The sensations of being pierced and rubbed everywhere made him feel like he wouldn’t care even if he did turn into one—as long as he could still breathe.
Amid it all, he could feel Wonho’s cock twitching inside him, every inch of its size, thickness, and swollen veins pressing against his walls.
It was a sensation Haebom knew all too well. It meant Wonho was close—close to spilling inside him.
The problem was, Haebom felt like he was about to come too.
“Tsk…!”
“Ah—ahh…! Let me go…!”
The moment Wonho gritted out a curse and thrust up hard, Haebom felt it—the scorching heat of his walls being splashed with thick, searing liquid.
It spread like ink, but the force was so intense it felt like it was drumming against his insides.
Thud-thud, thud.
There was no actual sound, yet it echoed in his ears.
Haebom was on the verge of release too—but he couldn’t.
Wonho had blocked the slit of his cock with his thumb, the same thumb that had been rubbing it just moments ago.
Now, Haebom’s cock was plugged by Wonho’s thumb, and his ass was stuffed full of Wonho’s length.
Tremors wracked his body as pleasure hammered relentlessly against his walls, sharp and electric, shooting up his spine.
He didn’t know what this feeling was—didn’t have the capacity to think.
“Keut… If you come now, you’ll just pass out again. We finish together, sleep together. Yoon Haebom.”
Hah—hk! Haebom exhaled shakily.
The problem was, the need to come hadn’t faded.
And Wonho still hadn’t removed his thumb.
As Wonho slowly rolled his hips, savoring the aftershocks, he suddenly thrust up hard again.
“Ah—ahh! Y-You crazy—! Let me go…!”
“I’ll let you go, haah… Move yourself. You can do it, right, Haebom?”
“Nngh—I can…! Just let go…!”
Tears burst from his eyes, frustration and irritation flaring at Wonho—who was now stroking his cheek with his free hand.
But the priority was getting that damn thumb off.
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