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“Ah—!”
Doyoung shuddered.
The thick, protruding ridge was firmly pressed, sending a tingling sensation creeping up from the base of his spine.
“Hah…”
This time, a hot tongue licked the blunt tip before teeth grazed over it.
At the same time, a sharp, electric numbness shot through him.
“It hurts—ah!”
No—it wasn’t exactly pain.
It was closer to an unbearable ticklishness.
But the strange thing was, he could feel it not just where Beom Sinje had bitten the swollen ridge, but deep inside his core as well.
Without realizing it, he must have thrust his lower body forward.
He could see his own arousal, now even more swollen, rubbing against Beom Sinje’s.
“Not yet.”
Misunderstanding his movement, Beom Sinje lifted his head and spoke.
Instead of correcting him, Doyoung pushed down on his shoulders.
This time, Beom Sinje seemed to get the message.
A dark smile curled on his lips before he returned them to Doyoung’s skin.
The warmth trailed meticulously—down his abs, his navel, his lower stomach, his pelvis—until it finally reached his half-hard length.
“Ah—!”
The moment hot breath brushed between his thighs, his cock was swallowed into a scorching, wet heat.
Doyoung’s lips parted as a short moan escaped him.
Every sensation seemed to rush downward.
With each flick of that feverish tongue, each caress of that plush mouth, sparks of light flashed behind his eyelids.
It hadn’t been long since they’d last been intimate—so why was he already this worked up?
But Beom Sinje’s teasing didn’t stop there.
While lavishing attention on Doyoung’s cock, his hand wandered lower.
The moment fingers grazed his perineum, Doyoung’s hips jerked.
Without meaning to, he thrust deeper into Beom Sinje’s mouth—not that he even noticed.
Slurp, suck, slurp.
Lewd, wet sounds rose from below.
The slick, searing heat was unmistakable.
“Ah—hah… ngh…!”
The man who always reduced him to this state knew exactly where to go next.
As fingers teased his entrance, Doyoung squirmed impatiently, as if begging for more.
Stimulated from both ends, his mind was a haze—yet even in this state, he burned with embarrassment at his own desperation.
“Not there yet…!”
Maybe if they took things one step at a time, it’d be easier to handle.
Just as Doyoung tried to insist they wait—
A single finger pressed in, slowly stretching the tight ring of muscle.
“Ah—!”
It didn’t hurt. He’d taken far thicker, far heavier things before.
But what made him shudder was the way Beom Sinje suddenly sucked harder on his cock, as if in sync.
His hips went slack, and the intruding finger slid deeper without resistance.
The hot, narrow walls clenched around it, making the intrusion even more vivid. Unconsciously, Doyoung spread his legs wider.
Now Beom Sinje had even more room to move.
After licking up the shaft, he descended lower, taking one of the soft, pliant testicles into his mouth and rolling it slowly.
“Ah—ah! Ngh—haah…!”
Doyoung’s moans grew increasingly feverish.
By now, three fingers were working him open.
“W-wait—ah! Hah—!”
Just as long fingers pressed down on the spot he couldn’t stand, the sharp tip of Beom Sinje’s tongue flicked against the slit of his cock.
Overwhelmed from both sides, Doyoung couldn’t hold back any longer.
He came with a sharp cry, white streaks splattering across Beom Sinje’s straight nose, smooth brows, and flawless forehead.
“I told you not to…!”
Panting, Doyoung belatedly realized what he’d done and grimaced in mortification.
“Why? It was good.”
Beom Sinje, the one who’d suffered the mess, was utterly unfazed.
If anything, he looked tempted to lick the cum off his hand—
“Don’t. Absolutely not.”
Had Doyoung not grabbed his wrist in horror, he would’ve done it.
Even now, he looked torn.
Quickly, Doyoung wrapped his legs around Beom Sinje’s waist and pulled.
The man’s sturdy body obeyed, pressing forward without resistance.
“Put it in. Now.”
As he spoke, Doyoung released Beom Sinje’s wrist and instead grabbed his cock—already dripping with slick, desperate arousal.
The scorching heat and rigid thickness filled his palm perfectly.
“Beom Sinje.”
Calling his name, Doyoung guided the tip to his entrance.
Beom Sinje let out a long exhale before thick, heavy flesh pushed into the tight space.
The stretch was different from fingers—fuller, more pressing.
But Doyoung only spread his legs wider, arching his hips up.
Beom Sinje gripped his ass with both hands, pulling him closer.
Their bodies locked together, driving him even deeper inside.
“Ah—!”
Doyoung whimpered at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled.
His lips were bitten—then soothed by a tender kiss, easing some of the tension.
That was all the cue Beom Sinje needed.
Shallow, hard, fast, slow—each thrust wrenched moans from Doyoung’s lips, each one swallowed by Beom Sinje. His gasps, his broken cries—all of them stolen.
Every time his body jolted back, Beom Sinje’s grip on his hips yanked him back into place.
Pinned like this, Doyoung writhed like a butterfly on a needle.
Lost and trembling, he clung to Beom Sinje’s shoulders.
The deeper the thrusts, the stronger the waves of pleasure crashed over him.
“Hah—ah! Hah—ngh…!”
When their lips parted, desperate, muffled sounds spilled out.
Doyoung’s tear-blurred gaze lifted upward.
‘Why did you stop?’ his eyes asked—he was so close again.
“Hyung. I love you.”
The affectionate, feverish look in Beom Sinje’s eyes ensnared him.
It felt like a curse—one that demanded an answer.
“I… love you too.”
The moment he replied—
“Ah—!”
Beom Sinje’s hips snapped forward with a speed and force unlike before.
Dizziness surged, and Doyoung squeezed his eyes shut.
A tongue pushed past his parted lips, swallowing every ragged gasp.
Ah—ah!
Again, his shattered breaths were devoured.
Beom Sinje was a beast—a starved predator.
Just as Doyoung thought his cock couldn’t possibly reach deeper—their bodies slammed together, impossibly close.
At the same time, his walls were flooded with Beom Sinje’s release.
The hot, pulsing spurts—not once, but over and over—sent another thrill of arousal through him.
Doyoung clenched his eyes shut, then opened them again, dazed by the warmth soaking his lower stomach.
“Hyung, was it good?”
“Mhm.”
Beom Sinje pressed a light kiss to Doyoung’s panting lips.
Then, with a satisfied sigh, he grabbed his lover’s legs—which had gone limp—and lifted them.
“…Huh?”
Doyoung blinked in confusion as his hips were hoisted up.
“We can keep going, right?”
Even as he asked, Beom Sinje was already rolling his hips again.
Doyoung shot him an exasperated look.
“You—ah! Ngh—! You should’ve… asked first—!”
Not that his protests came out clearly.
Not when his knees were folded against his chest, not when Beom Sinje’s cock was driving into him again, wringing out fresh moans.
“You’d never refuse me.”
It was true—so why did it sound so infuriating?
With his entire body rocking from the relentless thrusts, Doyoung had no energy left to argue.
Slap, slap.
The lewd sounds from below and the sensation of Beom Sinje’s body rubbing against the cleft of his ass made Doyoung repeatedly squeeze his eyes shut and open them again.
“Hah… ngh.”
Only when their lips parted and his blocked breath escaped did Doyoung finally open his eyes.
Beom Sinje was still inside him, moving greedily.
Chu. Chu. Chu.
This time, short, teasing kisses followed.
Even in that state, the ruthless thrusting showed no sign of stopping.
Pleasure crackled like sparks up the back of his neck.
“Beom… Sinje….”
Doyoung called his name in a heated breath.
As if it were a signal, Beom Sinje’s cock—which had been ravaging his insides—suddenly stilled.
A different kind of wave filled him now.
For some reason, a sense of satisfaction washed over him, and a smile tugged at Doyoung’s lips.
“No more.”
But Beom Sinje was still inside him.
That meant this wouldn’t end with just two rounds.
As soon as Doyoung spoke, Beom Sinje—who had been leisurely kissing every inch of his face while moving his hips—paused.
“No?”
…Ugh, why? That pitiful look was unfair.
“Just… a short break.”
In the end, Doyoung lost again.
And the price of his concession was another long, relentless, sticky stretch of time that lasted until dawn.
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