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Cha Joobin’s hand frantically searched for the condom.
Even though they had broken up, he hadn’t bothered putting things away, so it was easy to find in the drawer.
Once he pulled it out, he tore open the package with his teeth in one swift motion.
While he leisurely slipped the condom on, his other hand busily spread Gong Yoochan open.
Yoochan moaned, letting out sounds like “Hrk” and “Ugh,” his thighs trembling violently.
The overwhelming pheromones tangled between them as though they were on the verge of causing a shock.
But neither of them bothered to rein in their pheromones.
It was a habit that had formed since their first clumsy encounter.
As they exposed their desires to each other without holding back, the pheromones between them grew stronger.
The more they indulged, the thicker the pheromones became, until they were flirting with dangerous levels of intensity.
They knew that sex itself was physically demanding and could lead to excessive excitement, making it necessary to manage pheromone levels and monitor each other’s condition.
Both of them were well aware that the effects of pheromones could be vast and unpredictable, and they understood that they needed to avoid any situation that could cause a shock.
Still, sex free from any sense of obligation only left a sense of eagerness.
Naturally, the alluring pheromones they emitted continued to thicken, tightening their grip on each other’s breath.
Feeling the overwhelming pleasure rise, Joobin withdrew his hand from inside Yoochan.
Yoochan’s flat stomach heaved like a giant wave, accompanied by strained moans.
Joobin gently stroked his abdomen, looking down at Yoochan with eyes filled with heat.
His head was spinning.
His heart pumped rapidly, threatening to make his veins burst.
The tip of his cock, placed at the entrance of the twitching hole, tingled with anticipation.
He wanted to shove himself inside immediately, the tantalizing stimulation driving him to the edge, but Joobin forced himself to hold back.
“Ah…”
A delicate moan echoed in his ear, making Joobin clench his ass in response.
His eyes drank in every inch of Yoochan’s body, which held not a single unarousing feature.
Then he slowly bent down and embraced him tightly, burying his lips in Yoochan’s nape.
Yoochan, already flushed and burning hot, flinched in response.
“Haa, ugh…”
“Don’t… leave marks…”
“I don’t have any projects right now.”
“…I have a meeting tomorrow.”
Yoochan’s voice was drowsy and relaxed.
Apparently, he had a meeting with someone in the industry to discuss his next project.
“What about where it won’t show?”
“Do as you like.”
Yoochan laughed softly, stroking Joobin’s head.
He knew well about Joobin’s habit of nibbling during sex, and as long as it was in a place where it wouldn’t be visible, he didn’t mind how much Joobin went at it.
Joobin’s lips, which had been nuzzling his nape, soon latched onto Yoochan’s collarbone.
‘Suck’, a cute, squishy sound emerged as his tongue softly licked at him.
The hot flesh, like a branding iron, pressed against his skin, making Yoochan feel as if every nerve in his body was being concentrated in that one spot.
Meanwhile, Joobin’s hand teased his chest, pinching his nipples between his thumb and forefinger before scraping his areola, making his scalp tingle with goosebumps.
“Ahhh…!”
A wave of heat flushed through Yoochan’s body like alcohol kicking in all at once.
His head tilted back as he grabbed the pillowcase and arched his hips.
At that moment, Joobin’s cock, which had been teasing just the entrance, slipped inside in one swift movement, filling him entirely in an instant with its familiar size and sensation.
“Hmph, ugh…!”
The sound was more of pleasure than pain.
Yoochan’s cock, which had been bouncing up with each thrust, slapped Joobin’s stomach as he climaxed almost instantly.
Joobin, who had been biting and sucking persistently on Yoochan’s collarbone, slowly straightened his body.
Yoochan had always been quick to come, but finishing immediately after penetration?
That hadn’t happened since their first time.
A laugh escaped Joobin—he couldn’t help but be amused.
It really felt like their first time all over again, ridiculous and a bit incredulous.
“Hyung, are you okay?”
The way Yoochan’s inner walls clenched around his cock was alarming.
Joobin bit his lip as he asked, concerned by how tightly Yoochan was squeezing him.
It seemed like his sensitivity was different today.
His heat cycle had already passed, so there was no reason for such a hyperactive response.
Could there be a problem?
As Joobin gently rubbed his lower belly, another stream of semen spurted from Yoochan’s cock.
“Hyung?”
“Shit, don’t… look at me like that.”
“How am I looking? I’m just worried. Are you okay? Should I pull out?”
“Don’t even think about it.”
Yoochan answered firmly, locking his legs tightly around Joobin’s waist.
The strength in his muscular, compact ass pulled Joobin’s cock deeper inside.
Even though his face flushed red, embarrassed and covering himself from Joobin’s gaze, the grip his body had on Joobin’s cock was intense.
Joobin grabbed onto Yoochan’s thighs and eagerly began to thrust.
He drove into the clenching flesh repeatedly, pounding it for a while before pulling out slowly, only to push back in.
The liquid secreted inside made the movements smoother, while the dense pheromones urged him on.
Soon enough, the sound of slapping flesh echoed in the room.
The pheromones pouring from both of them blended perfectly, creating a new scent, while the heat between them rose, their skin coated with sweat.
“Ugh, ngh… Ugh! Ahh, ah…!”
“Hah… Can you ease up a bit…”
Joobin softly massaged Yoochan’s thighs.
Even though he wasn’t knotted, the intense tightness made his head spin, as if he were on the verge of a nosebleed.
It wasn’t like him to lose control so easily, but he couldn’t help it.
The sensation of skin clinging tightly and then pulling away was so vivid that it made his toes tingle.
And it wasn’t just Joobin feeling this way.
Yoochan’s feet were curled up, his body trembling uncontrollably as he clung to Joobin.
His breath was hot and damp, like being caught in a downpour on a summer day, and every moan he let out was incredibly stimulating.
Joobin felt Yoochan’s occasional bite on his shoulder whenever it became too much, and he slowed his hips.
When Joobin ground his hips while fully inside, Yoochan’s limbs trembled violently, his body convulsing as though he were struggling to endure the intensity of the sensation.
Joobin loved how much he made Yoochan tremble. It was proof that Yoochan was feeling so much that his body couldn’t handle it.
Breathing heavily, Joobin started moving his hips again, making smaller, quicker thrusts.
The slick sound of their movements grew louder as his cock rubbed against Yoochan’s sensitive insides, hitting all the right spots.
“Ahh, ugh! Ah, deeper… Please, Joobin…”
“Okay, I’ll go deeper.”
Unlike Joobin, who enjoyed playing in the shallow areas, Yoochan always wanted him to pound into the deepest parts.
Joobin knew this was because he had gotten Yoochan used to rough sex, so he had no intention of denying him.
After all, it was always a pleasure to be with Yoochan.
So, Joobin followed his request, thrusting in deep and pulling out slowly, repeating the motion.
Each thrust sent a loud slapping noise through the room, Yoochan’s body folding and unfolding with the rhythm of the thrusts.
Even during all this, Yoochan’s moans, soaked in pleasure, never stopped.
The coolness of sweat trickling down his back only added to the sensation. Joobin gritted his teeth and thrust with all his might.
Slap, slap.
Their sensitive flesh slapped together, creating wet, sticky sounds.
At the same time, their pheromones mixed, their bodies clinging together, then pulling apart again, sending sparks of pleasure with each movement.
Sweat ran down their bodies, sticking their heated skin together, only to separate again, fueling the growing flame of their desire.
Joobin clenched his teeth, pushing harder with each thrust.
Despite Yoochan having already come right after penetration, he kept cumming over and over again.
“Hnnn, ah! Ugh… Ah, hnn… Ngh! Ah, ugh!”
As Gong Yoochan’s moans grew more labored, Cha Joobin’s thrusts became faster.
As the sensation of impending climax slowly built, Cha Joobin wrapped his arms tightly around Gong Yoochan with all his strength.
His cock, plunging deep inside and even invading his sigmoid colon, left a round bulge in his flat stomach.
“Haa, ah! Ugh, ngh…! Ah, it feels so good, ah! Ugh…!”
“Haa, ah… Hmph…”
Cha Joobin, hugging Gong Yoochan as if to immobilize him, began to thrust madly.
Thud, thud, thud—each powerful, rapid thrust caused Gong Yoochan’s vision to blur as his eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open as he gasped for breath.
Then, with a loud thud, Joobin slammed his cock in harder than ever before.
As usual, he powered through with his hips, rotating them in a circular motion, grinding against every inch of his inner walls.
The sensation was overwhelming, like everything inside was being crushed.
He almost gagged.
The relentless thrusting stirred something in his gut, and for a brief moment, nausea welled up inside him.
But he was used to it by now, and soon the feeling transformed into pure pleasure.
Yoochan placed his hand on Joobin’s firm ass, rubbing it gently.
As soon as his fingers pressed into the dimples on Joobin’s ass, his small hips flinched, and his entire body trembled with tiny convulsions.
Yoochan could feel Joobin’s cock, now gradually softening, as it pulsed, spilling out thick semen.
Knowing that Joobin had climaxed, Yoochan softly caressed his sticky back, and Joobin let out a long breath, “Haa…”
Their heavy, hot breaths mingled, filling the room.
Soon, without either of them needing to say a word, their lips found each other again, and they began to kiss ravenously.
It was a hungry kiss, careless of whether their lips became swollen, as they hungrily explored each other’s mouths.
But then, Yoochan suddenly came to his senses and pulled away from the kiss.
“You’ve got filming tomorrow. You can’t have swollen lips.”
“Ah…”
The disappointment on Joobin’s face was obvious, but there was no room for negotiation.
Yoochan gave a small laugh and gently patted Joobin’s back.
Even though Joobin was pressing his entire body weight down on him, he made no attempt to move.
So Yoochan gave him a few light, affectionate slaps on the back, not hard enough to hurt.
Whether Joobin stayed lying down or got up didn’t really matter to him.
He just didn’t want this physical connection to end.
But it seemed Joobin misinterpreted his intention, as he slowly began to get up.
In one swift motion, he pulled out the cock he had been thrusting so deep into Yoochan’s body.
“Ahhh…!”
Yoochan’s body curled up in response to the sudden sensation of his walls being scraped.
Without missing a beat, Joobin slipped off the condom filled with semen, tied it off, and tossed it into the trash can.
Yoochan thought this was the end, but…
“Wanna go again?”
“When have we ever stopped after just one round?”
Joobin tore open a new condom.
He gave his cum-covered cock a quick wipe with a tissue and expertly slipped the condom on.
Then, he slowly crawled between Yoochan’s legs once more.
Grabbing hold of Yoochan’s legs, he lifted them onto his shoulders, flashing a sly grin as he plunged his cock back inside in one fluid motion.
“Ahhh…!”
“You laid out the mat for me, I can’t just not take advantage of it.”
Repeating the words Yoochan had used to seduce him earlier, Joobin began another round of brutal thrusting.
Thud, thud—his forceful, aggressive strokes shook Yoochan’s body, causing his legs to flail weakly in the air.
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