RVHF chapter chapter 85- MATURE

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Doyoung, trying to force it in, and Beom Sinje, determined to stop him—the tension between them was palpable.

Beom Sinje’s tip trembled under the pressure Doyoung was applying, and the sensation was transmitted back to Doyoung as well.

Heat pooled in his lower abdomen, and a strange sensation rippled inside him.

Whether it was from anticipation or tension, he couldn’t tell.

“Fine. I get it. Let go now.”

When Beom Sinje finally conceded, Doyoung obediently released his grip.

On the other hand, Beom Sinje let out a long sigh before pulling back slightly.

“What the…?”

‘Could it be that he was trying to calm me down and then run away?’ Doyoung thought, just as he was about to ask what Beom Sinje was doing.

Beom Sinje grabbed Doyoung’s thigh with his large hand and bent his knee, pressing it against his chest.

“Ugh.”

In the awkward position, Doyoung shifted uncomfortably.

During that moment, the tip of Beom Sinje’s now fully hardened length positioned itself at Doyoung’s entrance.

“Relax, hyung.”

His low, firm voice carried a sense of declaration.

Unlike before, Doyoung couldn’t bring himself to look in that direction, awkwardly averting his gaze.

The sheer size was overwhelming, even more so when gauged by sight alone.

That’s when it hit him—he had provoked this, daring Beom Sinje to use it.

To be fair, Doyoung had always thought of himself as decently endowed—well-shaped and perfectly straight.

But Beom Sinje was something else entirely.

“Ah!”

The formidable length began to push inside slowly.

The once-tight entrance stretched tautly, every fold smoothed out as it yielded to the intrusion.

Doyoung’s head jerked back sharply.

They say extreme pain can render you voiceless, and that was exactly his state.

His mouth hung open, but no scream or groan escaped.

He could only stare wide-eyed at the ceiling above.

“Hyung, ugh, relax a bit…”

Beom Sinje was struggling as well.

He had barely entered, but Doyoung’s insides were tighter and more constrictive than expected.

The tension created an almost unbearable pressure around him.

“No, ugh… this won’t work…”

Despite his earlier bravado, Doyoung was now visibly panicked, his eyes darting around in confusion.

His voice, rough with strain, betrayed his embarrassment.

Beom Sinje, finding the sight strangely captivating, knew his first priority was to help Doyoung relax.

‘What should I do?’

After a brief moment of deliberation, Beom Sinje reached for Doyoung’s now subdued arousal.

Gently, he began to stroke it, his fingers exploring the length with care.

It was smooth and soft, almost like kneading dough, a sensation that felt oddly satisfying.

“Ah… ngh…”

Little by little, as the pleasure built up, Doyoung’s body started to loosen.

Beom Sinje seized the opportunity and made another attempt to enter.

“Ah!”

Even so, he only managed to advance slightly further.

Doyoung still struggled, his flushed face and sweat-dappled forehead bearing evidence of the effort.

Watching this, Beom Sinje lowered his head.

“What are you—mmph!”

Their lips met in an instant.

The unfamiliar softness stunned Doyoung, his eyes widening.

The unexpected kiss drained all the strength from his body, leaving him pliant.

This time, Beom Sinje succeeded in pushing himself halfway in.

Still, he continued stroking Doyoung’s length and deepened the kiss, thoroughly exploring every corner of his mouth as if staking a claim.

“Hngh…”

“You did well, hyung. It’s all in now.”

The moment their lips parted, Doyoung let out a sound that was almost a sob.

Beom Sinje followed it up with a tender kiss, his gaze lingering on Doyoung’s parted lips as he panted for breath.

Did he realize how captivating he looked?

Probably not, which is why he was glaring with those suspicious eyes.

“You brat… what did you do to me?!”

His swollen lips spat out an angry accusation, but it lacked any real menace.

How could it, when he looked so adorably flustered, like a disgruntled cat?

“I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”

“Who said that’s the problem?!”

So it didn’t hurt?

Beom Sinje’s gaze instinctively drifted downward.

Doyoung’s stretched entrance was at its limit, fully accommodating him.

The sight stirred a primal hunger within him, but it also made him worry about having gone too far.

‘Bold as always,’ he thought with both admiration and exasperation.

“Then…”

“Who told you to kiss me?! You idiot! I haven’t even had my first kiss before!”

“Ah…”

Beom Sinje blinked at Doyoung’s sudden outburst.

So he was scolding him for kissing without warning.

But more importantly…

“I was your first?”

“What?”

“You just said it was your first kiss.”

“Wha—”

Doyoung, who had been scowling, seemed to realize what he’d just admitted.

His face turned a shade of red that outmatched anything from before.

“I’m glad,” Beom Sinje said with a smile.

The words Doyoung had tried to keep buried deep inside slipped out before he realized it.

“What?”

When Beom Shinje’s gaze shot up in incredulity, Doyoung quickly changed his tone.

“I mean… it’s a relief. I feel the same way.”

“About what?”

“Kissing someone. You’re the first for me. And, well, this sort of thing… I’ve never done it before either.”

Shinje’s eyes quivered violently as they met Doyoung’s. Knowing he had caused that reaction filled him with a strange sense of pride.

“What are you even… saying such…”

“Ah!”

Doyoung couldn’t even finish his protest before Beom Shinje drove his hips upward with force.

Despite being certain he’d already buried himself to the hilt earlier, it seemed there was still more depth to reach.

Beom Shinje leaned forward, pressing deeper into Doyoung’s body.

His wide-open eyes, brimming with shock, made Beom Shinje’s chest ache with a faint, electric thrill.

“Hyung, remember to breathe.”

“Hah… ah…”

As if reminded by his words, Doyoung gasped for air, his lips parting to release uneven, ragged breaths.

Beom Shinje captured them with his mouth without hesitation.

Warm and wet. Sweet and sticky.

No delicacy he had ever tasted could compare to the sensation of Doyoung’s lips.

With insatiable greed, he licked and sucked, his hips beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Mm… ngh… ah…”

Between their joined mouths, soft, sweet sounds escaped, which Beom Shinje greedily swallowed.

At the same time, he moved with precision, working to ease the tension within Doyoung.

Even now, his body resisted fully yielding.

Despite the careful touches meant to guide him into relaxation, progress was frustratingly slow.

“Where is it…”

Beom Shinje’s forehead was damp with sweat as he explored the tight space, seeking a particular spot with determination.

When his length finally brushed against it—

“Ah… ngh!”

The breathy moan that escaped Doyoung’s lips ignited a fire in Beom Shinje’s eyes.

Doyoung couldn’t comprehend what was mercilessly stirring him up inside, but the relentless pressure and motion left him no room for coherent thought.

“Ah… ahh… ah!”

At first, he fought to suppress his moans, unwilling to reveal the pleasure he felt while being taken.

But as the unyielding stimulation continued, even that resistance crumbled.

Saliva dripped freely from his open mouth, his body betraying him completely.

“Hyung… Doyoung hyung…”

Every time Beom Shinje thrust deeply, the low, affectionate murmur of his name reached Doyoung’s ears.

Simultaneously, something inside him was crushed and twisted, sending flashes of white light through his mind.

Doyoung’s eyes widened as though they might tear, the sounds around him reduced to wet, rhythmic slaps and the friction of movement.

He could no longer discern whether the sensations were pain or pleasure.

All he could do was endure the overwhelming fullness that seemed intent on engraving itself within him.

The force pressing him down, shaking him ruthlessly, pushed his body upward repeatedly until his head bumped against the ceiling.

“Ah… it hurts… slower, please…”

Though it was more discomfort than true pain, he couldn’t help but whine, hoping for some reprieve.

A large hand gently cradled the back of his head as if in response.

Half-lidded, Doyoung’s gaze lifted to meet Beom Shinje’s.

The intensity of the man’s stare left him breathless, the sheer hunger and persistence within those golden eyes making him feel utterly captivated.

“Ah…”

He looked like he might devour him whole.

That greed, so palpable, sent a shiver down Doyoung’s spine.

Just then, Beom Shinje’s expression twisted sharply, and at the same moment, he pressed deeply into Doyoung’s core.

A fleeting sense of foreboding flickered through Doyoung’s mind like lightning.

“No…”

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