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Even if the inner walls had loosened and turned pliant, the pressure of something massive pushing in was undeniable.
A sharp pain, as if he were being split in half, surged through him, mingling with the thick pheromones that clouded the air, bringing an odd sense of pleasure along with it.
Jeongseo clenched his lips tightly, barely able to breathe, his fingers digging into the sheets, wrinkling them in his grip.
“Hhngh….”
Only when Pyo Yoontae finally noticed Jeongseo’s face turning pale did he pause his movement.
The searing heat and the viscous tightness wrapping around him were almost enough to make him lose his mind.
He had barely pushed in halfway, yet the sensation was already overwhelming—he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like once he was in all the way.
Suppressing the near-irresistible urge to thrust in fully, Pyo Yoontae exhaled a heavy breath.
Then, loosening the hands that had been gripping Jeongseo’s waist, he gently brushed the damp strands of hair from Jeongseo’s forehead, stroking it lightly.
“Does it hurt, Jeongseo? Should I pull out?”
The inner walls trembled, tightening around the intrusion as if trying to push it out, and the faint scent of cocoa thickened in the air.
However, there was a clear distinction between the deepening of his pheromones due to arousal and the way they changed to cope with pain.
Sensing the mix of distress within Jeongseo’s scent, Pyo Yoontae looked down at him with concern.
He rubbed his thumb over Jeongseo’s tightly pressed lips and spoke in a low voice.
“You’re going to suffocate like that, Jeongseo. Relax, and breathe.”
As expected, he had moved too quickly.
It was clear now.
Just as Pyo Yoontae thought about pulling back a little and trying again,
Jeongseo let out a sharp breath, his hand overlapping Yoontae’s on the back of his hand as he shook his head.
“No… don’t… don’t pull out, Yoontae. It hurts a little—actually, quite a bit—but somehow…”
‘I’m happy.’
Overwhelmed, his face devoid of color, Jeongseo still smiled.
He had always known how much Yoontae liked him, but being connected like this, he felt something deeper—an unfamiliar but undeniable sense of fulfillment and happiness.
It went beyond mere pleasure, beyond the act itself.
This was something no one else could ever give him. A bond that was utterly unique, something profound.
And there was no way Pyo Yoontae could endure hearing those words in a moment like this.
His golden eyes trembled slightly before a feverish groan slipped past his lips.
Lowering his body, he pressed a quick, firm kiss to Jeongseo’s forehead and whispered,
“Jeongseo… I’m sorry.”
Sorry for what? Jeongseo barely had the mind to ask—because at that moment, Yoontae’s length, which had only been halfway inside, plunged deep in one swift movement, tearing through his inner walls.
“Aah—hngh…!”
The blunt tip dragged over the swollen spot, scraping it just enough.
A violent shudder rushed through Jeongseo’s body in an instant, his back arching sharply.
The sensation was far too intense—more overwhelming than anything he’d felt before—making his vision momentarily flash white.
His breathing came in ragged gasps, as if he had just sprinted at full speed, and his stomach twitched in spasmodic convulsions.
Half-dazed, Jeongseo sluggishly blinked down at himself, only to find streaks of milky fluid splattered across his chest, soaking through the fabric of his still-intact shirt.
He had climaxed from nothing more than penetration.
Yet, lost in a hazy daze, he could barely grasp his current state.
His unfocused eyes blinked sluggishly as he tried to process what had just happened.
Pyo Yoontae cursed under his breath as he pulled his hips back, his movements slightly hindered by the tight squeeze of Jeongseo’s convulsing walls as he hit his peak.
“Hngh… Ah, ugh…!”
The sheer contrast between the thick girth stretching him and the tightness within was stark, making the retreating length drag Jeongseo’s flushed inner walls along with it.
The sensation no longer felt painful—rather, it was something strange, a peculiar tingling deep in his stomach that made his eyes well up with tears.
Just as the thick shaft had withdrawn halfway, it thrust back in without warning, slamming into him with a rough, relentless force.
A slick, wet sound echoed sharply in the room as skin met skin, and Jeongseo gasped, a choked moan spilling from his lips.
But Yoontae didn’t stop there—his movements only grew more fervent, his hips driving forward with an unforgiving rhythm.
Was he aiming for it on purpose?
Every time, without fail, the blunt head struck against that one spot—his prostate—over and over, sending unbearable waves of pleasure crashing through him.
His body instinctively released a soft burst of pheromones, initially meant to dull the pain, but now corrupted by mounting arousal, seeping out in a slow, intoxicating trickle.
It was denser now, clinging to the skin, thick and warm.
Sensing the subtle shift, Yoontae instinctively increased the force of his movements, his pace growing even rougher.
With every thrust, Jeongseo barely had the chance to catch his breath, his vision flickering in and out as his body was repeatedly driven into the mattress.
“Haa… Hngh, ah… Y-Yoontae…!”
At this rate, something inside him was going to break.
Jeongseo struggled, but it was useless.
Pyo Yoontae’s eyes had already lost focus, and he was panting heavily as he gripped Jeongseo’s hips tightly, slamming his waist upward as deep as possible.
Because they were pressed together without any gaps, his length pushed in even deeper than before.
At the same time, a clear liquid, too thin to even be called release, spilled from Jeongseo’s own member, and his entire body trembled violently.
His face flushed a deep red from his cheeks down to his neck, and his fingers and toes curled so tightly that they turned pale, drained of all color.
“Hhup, hhic…” Jeongseo sobbed, rubbing his tear-streaked face with the back of his hand.
He hadn’t meant to cry, but the overwhelming sensations were too much to endure, making his tears spill out on their own.
Sniffling, he realized that the faint convulsions in his body still hadn’t stopped.
His body was acting strangely now, and a sudden wave of fear crashed over him.
“Yu, Yoontae… this is kind of weird…”
“Jeongseo… you feel good, don’t you?”
“What are you—ah! Ugh… w-wait, hhngh…!”
Before Jeongseo could even finish his sentence, his once-docile length swelled up again, twitching as if seeking more stimulation.
At the sensation of his walls clenching tighter, Pyo Yoontae immediately knew what had just happened.
And with that realization, whatever fragile thread of reason he had left felt like it was about to snap completely.
“Aah… hngh, Y-Yoontae…!”
“Ha… You know, I was actually really nervous and anxious about this, Jeongseo.”
PyoYoontae hurriedly grabbed Jeongseo’s hand as it swept urgently through the air, bending forward.
The lingering aftershocks of climax hadn’t even faded yet, and his sensitized inner walls burned feverishly wherever they touched his length.
Though he said he was trembling and tense, PyoYoontae suddenly thrust his hips up—hard.
“Uhk, ah…! L-lies…!”
Jeongseo glared at him, accusing him of lying without even batting an eye.
His body was shaking so much that he wasn’t sure PyoYoontae even noticed, but then—suddenly—a hand grabbed him and pulled him against the center of PyoYoontae’s chest.
The moment they touched, the pounding heartbeat beneath his palm echoed loudly.
“It’s true. I told you—it’s my first time too. I really am nervous. But, Jeongseo.”
I’m relieved… because it looks like you’re enjoying it.
PyoYoontae finished his words in a quiet murmur, his smile unraveling lazily.
That kind of relieved smile didn’t suit the situation at all, yet Jeongseo felt his face heat up so much he thought he might melt.
Just like the rapid heartbeat pulsing beneath his palm, his own pulse started to quicken.
A strange, indescribable sensation filled him, making his lower abdomen tighten with tension.
“Ngh… Don’t suddenly clench like that, Jeongseo.”
Pyo Yoontae narrowed one eye as he grabbed Jeongseo’s hand, which was resting on his chest, and pressed it down against the bed as if restraining him.
His lips curled into a faint smile before he resumed thrusting.
Maybe it was because of the brief pause, or perhaps it was the expression Pyo Yoontae had just shown him, but a thin, watery fluid—not quite semen—dribbled out from Jeongseo’s length.
The longer he stayed inside, the more the tight walls molded around the tip and shaft, squeezing down just right.
A heat began to coil deep within Pyo Yoontae as his own release neared.
His movements grew more intense, his hips driving forward with increasing force.
Having found just the right spot, he relentlessly targeted the place that made Jeongseo shudder the most.
Jeongseo had already climaxed several times on his own, but Pyo Yoontae showed no sign of stopping.
Overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure, Jeongseo finally broke down, sobbing and begging between gasping breaths.
But all Pyo Yoontae did was stroke his face with feigned sympathy—he had no intention of relenting.
Slap, slap—wet flesh clashed against flesh, the sound echoing through the room.
Pyo Yoontae furrowed his brows, pulling his hips back as far as he could before driving in hard.
His cock slammed deep in one swift motion, making Jeongseo’s back arch violently off the bed.
“Haa… ah… ahh—hngh…!”
Pyo Yoontae held Jeongseo tightly in his arms as he gasped for breath, unable to suppress the climax that surged through him.
His teeth sank sharply into Jeongseo’s shoulder, pressing their bodies together so firmly that their flushed skin seemed to meld into one.
Only after a long while did Pyo Yoontae finally release a heavy breath and lift himself up.
As he swept back his sweat-drenched black hair, his dark ears twitched slightly before perking up again.
Slowly withdrawing from within, he watched as the condom barely contained the milky-white liquid, threatening to spill over.
Jeongseo, drained of all strength, could do nothing but stare blankly at the sight.
At that moment, a realization struck him with chilling clarity—everything he had experienced with Pyo Yoontae so far had been nothing more than the tip of the iceberg.
His eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion, and he let them drift shut, ready to succumb to sleep.
But then—
A faint rustling sound reached his ears.
The noise was enough to pull him back, and with effort, he cracked his eyes open.
Pyo Yoontae was tearing open a new condom.
Jeongseo’s pupils trembled violently.
“……Yoontae…?”
He had just finished, yet his arousal remained—unwavering, still menacingly erect.
It didn’t make sense.
Worse still, his movements were effortless, practiced, as he slid on the new condom without hesitation.
Pyo Yoontae’s golden eyes gleamed as he gripped Jeongseo’s already-spread thighs and pushed them open even wider.
Leaning in, he whispered with a smirk,
“Jeongseo, your heat is just starting.”
‘I have to help you.’
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