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Panting heavily, Yeongdeok collapsed against the mattress, his body limp from a kind of pleasure he had never known before.
While he caught his breath, Jihoon, who had been focused solely on his partner, undid his pants and freed his throbbing length from the confines of his underwear.
Yeongdeok’s gaze fixed on Jihoon’s length, which stood thick and heavy, pulsing between his legs.
He wondered briefly if such a size could realistically fit inside him.
Sensing Yeongdeok’s concern, Jihoon brushed aside his sweat-dampened bangs with care and spoke gently.
“If I rush, it could hurt you. Let’s take it slow.”
With that, Jihoon gripped himself firmly, beginning to move his hand along his shaft, preparing himself for the next step.
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He was frantically moving his hips, chasing his own pleasure, looking utterly desperate, as if he had no patience left.
Just as Yeongdeok was wondering how Jihoon had managed to hold himself back until now, Jihoon reached out and lifted the shirt covering Yeongdeok’s torso.
With that, his firm abs and beautifully flushed nipples were revealed.
“Hyung….”
As if trying to ground himself, Jihoon began rubbing his length against Yeongdeok’s taut stomach.
The slick, slippery sensation from his pre-cum smeared across Yeongdeok’s once-immaculate skin, leaving a sticky, flushed trail in its wake.
Absorbed in the moment, Yeongdeok didn’t even think about the mess; instead, he found himself watching Jihoon as though he were transfixed, observing his desperate attempts to find release.
A bead of clear liquid formed at the tip of Jihoon’s arousal, trembling before spilling out and traveling down his length.
With a shuddering breath, Jihoon released his load against Yeongdeok’s chest, the fluid splattering across his skin.
Despite the climax, Jihoon’s arousal remained stiff, swelling with renewed vigor.
“Yeongdeok hyung….”
Jihoon’s voice, thick with need and slick with moisture, softly called Yeongdeok’s name.
At that sound, Yeongdeok instinctively reached out, pulling Jihoon close by the nape of his neck.
Their eyes met in that close distance, and as if guided by fate, their lips collided.
Their mouths opened and closed against each other, as if they were drowning and trying to catch their breath from the other.
For that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them, locked in the intensity of the moment, lost in each other.
Jihoon’s tongue delved into Yeongdeok’s mouth, brushing against his hard palate before exploring deeper.
He left no inch untouched, running his tongue over Yeongdeok’s teeth as though marking him.
Jihoon’s breaths came heavy, his chest heaving, before he pulled away to wipe his slick lips with the back of his hand.
Once his breathing calmed, Jihoon began removing the cumbersome clothes still clinging to his body.
He wasn’t neat or methodical; the garments were carelessly tossed to the floor, his focus entirely on Yeongdeok.
When Jihoon pressed his hand to Yeongdeok’s bare chest, he could feel the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath.
“I’m going to put it in now, okay?”
Yeongdeok’s heartbeat seemed to answer before he could speak, pounding loudly in his chest.
Even as his lips pressed together, trying to stifle any sound, his body betrayed him—his heart was entirely honest, and Jihoon found that endearing.
It only made Jihoon’s arousal throb with renewed urgency.
Though he wanted to take his time with foreplay, Jihoon found himself overwhelmed by the heat and tension coursing through his body.
The mounting excitement and desire made it difficult to think rationally, and Jihoon had to actively resist the urge to give in and thrust without restraint.
He rolled a condom over his length with trembling hands before positioning himself against the cleft of Yeongdeok’s backside, rubbing gently.
The sheer thrill of doing this with Yeongdeok brought a sharp sense of forbidden excitement, only fueling his arousal further.
Jihoon felt the last of his restraint snap.
Slowly, Jihoon pressed the tip of his length past the tight entrance, and Yeongdeok winced, biting down on his lower lip to muffle the sound.
Even with just the tip inside, the walls clung tightly, making Jihoon pause and reach for Yeongdeok’s hand.
“It’s okay, Hyung. Relax… Just relax.”
“Ji…hoon….”
Yeongdeok’s voice came strained, almost pained, his brow furrowing deeply.
Jihoon intertwined their fingers, gently stroking the spaces between Yeongdeok’s.
The comforting motion seemed to ease the tension in Yeongdeok’s body.
As Yeongdeok focused on breathing deeply, guided by Jihoon’s soft reassurances, he gripped Jihoon’s hand tightly as if anchoring himself.
Jihoon wiped the sweat from Yeongdeok’s brow with his thumb and, sensing the walls ease slightly, pressed in deeper until half of his length was inside.
He stopped to check on Yeongdeok, ready to pull away if there were any sign of pain or protest.
But Yeongdeok said nothing—he simply exhaled deeply through parted lips, his gaze hazy but unwavering as it met Jihoon’s.
Despite the heat clouding his eyes, Yeongdeok’s expression remained sharp and focused, conveying an unwavering trust and affection that struck Jihoon to his core.
He saw the silent message in those eyes: an unconditional willingness to endure for him.
“Hyung….”
Jihoon leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Yeongdeok’s chest.
His lips trailed up until they met Yeongdeok’s, a tender gesture filled with both love and desire.
“I love you,” Jihoon murmured against his lips.
With those words, he pressed the rest of his length inside, filling Yeongdeok completely.
“Ah…!”
Yeongdeok’s body arched in response, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him.
His gasps turned into low moans as his muscles quivered, his hands reaching for Jihoon, who wrapped him in a firm embrace.
“Are you okay? Breathe, Hyung.”
Jihoon held still, giving Yeongdeok time to adjust, though the tight heat surrounding him felt almost unbearable.
Yeongdeok’s pain was sharp, an intense pressure unlike anything he had felt before.
Yet, amid the discomfort, there was a faint, pulsating pleasure that made his breath hitch.
Though his body screamed, his mind was clear—this was Jihoon, and with him, Yeongdeok wanted to share everything, even this moment.
Yeongdeok cupped Jihoon’s cheek, his lips curving into a faint smile despite the pain, and Jihoon took it as permission to continue.
“I’m going to move now, okay?”
“Just move, why ask….”
The moment Yeongdeok’s lips, which had just begun to move again, opened slightly, the shaft buried deep inside his inner walls began to withdraw ever so slowly through the space it had created.
Even that slight movement sent a wave of stimulation through him, making his fingertips tremble.
Just as Yeongdeok was overwhelmed by the sensation, Jihoon thrust back in deeply, as if wanting to reach even further than before.
“Ugh…”
Yeongdeok instinctively raised his hand to cover his mouth again.
The weighty sensation of the shaft penetrating and pushing deeper inside still felt unbearably unfamiliar and painful, though it seemed slightly less overwhelming compared to the first time.
“Hah…”
Jihoon exhaled heavily as he felt the tight pressure surrounding him.
Gripping Yeongdeok’s hips, he began to move in earnest.
The lewd sound of slickened movements echoed, the wet column brushing against the inner walls.
Jihoon didn’t want to be the only one experiencing pleasure—he wanted Yeongdeok to feel as good as he did, enough to make the world blur white.
Recalling where Yeongdeok had reacted earlier to his fingers, Jihoon adjusted his rhythm, aiming slow, deliberate thrusts at that sensitive spot.
Each time Jihoon withdrew completely and drove back into Yeongdeok’s deepest recesses, the stimulation near the prostate grew sharper.
Yeongdeok, whose faint pleasure had previously been overshadowed by discomfort, felt the sensation intensify, teetering on the edge of pain and ecstasy.
The groans born of discomfort could be stifled with a hand over his mouth, but the ones born of pleasure proved much harder to suppress.
The electrifying sensation spread subtly, like a current trailing up from his navel.
Thud, thud. Jihoon’s deliberate rhythm against Yeongdeok’s entrance was steady, but the earlier heated arousal made Jihoon feel like he was nearing his peak.
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this is one of the most realist first time that i have read, not really smut filled just real. jihoon is trying to do things step by step knowing that its yeondoek’s first time
Thanks