“St, stop looking. Stop talking nonsense….”
“It’s not nonsense. It’s probably because hyung can’t see hyung’s own asshole directly.”
“Hnga… ugh, it hurts!”
Yeon Taeju pushed with his stomach to bend his lower back more. A high-pitched sound of pain burst from Iseo’s mouth. As his waist hurt as if it would break, the perineal convulsions also intensified.
“Look at this. The wriggling. Hyung, look.”
The hand that had been gripping the sheets pushed away Yeon Taeju’s shoulder. It was like a hard rock. Like a hotly heated stone, his shoulder was solid and heavy.
“Touch it yourself. How much it’s writhing.”
“Ah, I don’t want to! You do it. Hngk…!”
The hand that had been pushing his shoulder was firmly grabbed. Just like that, Iseo opened his tightly closed eyes at the subtle trembling of muscles felt at his fingertips.
He widened his eyes. What entered his view first was Yeon Taeju’s nose bridge. The nose bridge with fine wrinkles from pleasure was pure.
Next were his eyes. The black eyes were vicious and innocent. He truly enjoyed the vulgarity of the current act.
Iseo was suddenly afraid. The black eyes with blurred boundaries between pupil and iris seemed like they would swallow him whole.
“Look, hyung’s asshole. Don’t look at me.”
The command from a man younger than himself pressed down with irresistible weight. Iseo’s gaze gradually moved downward. Meanwhile, Yeon Taeju giggled continuously.
“Right, like I said?”
The rhythm of the densely moving muscles under his hand was coquettish beyond being impudent, downright vulgar. Iseo didn’t know what to do and looked back and forth between Taeju and his lower half.
“It’s pink, and all wet and glistening from hyung’s pussy juice.”
“Hng, I get it, so stop.”
“I wish hyung would lick it yourself, but that won’t work, right? Hyung’s not a dog.”
“That’s something to say…!”
Each time Taeju trembled with laughter, his bent waist resonated strongly. Iseo struggled with reddened eyes.
Since he said it looked delicious, he thought Taeju would lick it himself. Of course, that wasn’t what he wanted. But to tell him to lick his own. He was appalled at Yeon Taeju’s thinking even before saying it was physically impossible.
“If you want to do it, you do it!”
Despite the scream he shrieked desperately, Yeon Taeju’s laughter grew louder. Each time his shoulders shook, his straight, thick collarbone rose and fell beautifully.
“I want to lick it too but assholes are dirty.”
What?
That one word of a question rolled back into his throat. Yeon Taeju, gripping Iseo’s hand as if overlapping his own on top of it, pressed down hard on the wrinkled folds and shoved it in.
“I’ll shove it in for you instead. They say you can directly touch the prostate through the asshole. Even if your genitals are underdeveloped, you’d have that, right?”
“Hauht! B-big, ngh! Pull, pull it out…!”
Taeju’s middle finger stuck right on top of Iseo’s middle finger and dug inside together. The soft mucous membrane beneath his own finger was being gouged out.
The inside, suddenly accepting two fingers, tightened as if trying to expel the foreign object somehow.
“It’s stiff. Doesn’t this place get wet?”
Iseo bit his lips as if to burst them and glared at Taeju. Could that even be called words?
Even at the glaring gaze, Yeon Taeju didn’t yield. The deeper he dug inside, the worse the pain and foreign sensation became. Even his penis, which had been stiffly erect, wilted and the knot loosened.
“Tsk.”
Taeju made a small clicking sound with his tongue.
“It hurts, stop it. Ahngh…”
His insides burned as if his intestines were twisting. The hand that had dug inside forcefully made Iseo’s hand move.
The mucous membranes caught on the protruding knuckle tips writhed. The entrance where the two hands were forced together and rubbing also heated up. His buttocks, chafed from the friction, also grew hot. Iseo shook his head while shoving his own asshole with his finger.
He couldn’t tell if the sensation he was feeling now was felt through his hand or through the mucous membrane of his intestines.
“It’s hard to find. Cooperate a bit, I’m doing this all for your sake.”
He no longer had the mental capacity to respond to Yeon Taeju’s nonsense. Iseo tensed his arm and pushed.
Just like that, Taeju’s arm was pushed back and his finger pressed down on a different place from the direction of Iseo’s finger. It felt like his insides would burst. At the same time, his vision also burst.
“Heuak!”
With a gulp, love fluid flowed down below. Because his waist was curled roundly, instead of falling downward, it flowed toward his balls, wetting his perineum.
His waist, curled to its limit, stiffened with a jolt. A hot current crawled out from inside and swept coldly over his whole body. His wide-open eyes looked down at himself. The entrance, barely holding two fingers, convulsed smoothly.
“Here?”
“Haak! Nght! Ah, no…!”
Iseo’s struggling became even more intense. The more he did, the more Taeju pressed down as if crushing Iseo’s body and dug inside. The soft mucous membrane writhed savagely and sucked on the two fingers.
The inside of his belly tingled as if electrocuted. He felt the frantically tightening internal movements vividly. Whether through his hand or through his organs.
The more Iseo struggled, the more his buttocks swayed left and right. Taeju’s other hand grabbed one of Iseo’s buttocks as if to burst it, then spread his fingers wide and struck down.
Smack!
“Shh, I’ll teach you about squirting later. Hold still.”
The moment the spanking sound rang out loudly, his insides clenched all at once. The burning pain and the pressure crushing down on his swollen prostate multiplied.
His penis, which had lost strength, stood up stiffly as if nothing had happened. Following the dangling penis that seemed to touch his chest, the red string of his perineum also swayed rustling.
Iseo’s eyes widened as if they would roll out now. He couldn’t properly perceive what state he was in right now. The stimulation poking below seemed to extend not just to the mucous membrane but to his penis and inside his vagina. Iseo’s whole body trembled.
“Yeon, Taeju, Taeju-ya! Ahheungh! Inside, ha, ngh! H-hot, aheuh…!”
He wanted to say it was hot. No, he wanted to say it felt like bursting. Blue veins stood out on Iseo’s neck. Strength entered his whole body and each joint turned white.
Without realizing it, his buttocks tightened sharply. It was the movement right before ejaculation. Iseo’s face turned white because of the string tightening as if to cut off his penis.
“Hauungh! Heuheok! Below, below! Ngh!”
Iseo’s breathing intensified like gasping for breath while floundering in water. Even while crushing such an Iseo, there wasn’t the slightest change in Taeju’s face.
His lips drawing a pleasant arc and his tongue, vulgar enough to be vicious, were still red and glossy.
“What about below? You have to speak properly. What are you tightening your fingers for like this? When my dick comes in later, are you going to bite down like this?”
Taeju deliberately pressed down and rubbed the area where Iseo was feeling it. He forcibly held Iseo’s hand to make him masturbate himself. His bent waist trembled precariously. His shoulder blades, lifted in the air, tightened urgently.
His insides bubbled up. Yeon Taeju in front of his eyes grew distant then rapidly close. He couldn’t focus. All the sensations and perceptions of his whole body seemed to be beneath the mucous membrane Yeon Taeju was pressing down on.
Every time he roughly pressed down on the place swollen red with congestion, his lower body bounced up as if startled. Each time, Taeju pressed down with his own body weight so he couldn’t move.
When he roughly rubbed the mucous membrane without moisture, a creaking thick sound rang out. The speed gradually increased. The middle finger’s fingerprint digging out his insides heated up hotly.
“Aaht! Ah! It hurts! Heuh, stop!”
Iseo screamed. His last shout was pathetically hoarse and cracked. Lightning struck down on the top of his head. That’s the only way Iseo could explain it. His vision flashed and waves of climax crashed over his whole body and choked his throat.
His intestines moved rapidly as if kneading the fingers. Love fluid flowed down from his vagina in streams. On the other hand, not a single drop of semen flowed from his penis that had turned reddish.
It was painful and at the same time maddeningly ecstatic. While unable to ejaculate, a similar climax lasted for a long time.
Between his toes spread wide as if webbing would sprout.
“Did you come?”
Only then did Taeju pull back his fingers as if giving him room to breathe. Iseo drew in breath quickly and desperately. The place below that had been biting two fingers contracted quickly as if hiding the empty space.
“Heuh, haa, aah.”
“Hm? You were dying from how good it felt, was it that good?”
“Th-this, untie this… heuh…”
“What a waste, it all flowed out.”
He carelessly swept up the love fluid flowing down the shaft of his penis. At that indifferent touch, the inside of Iseo’s thighs trembled finely as if electrocuted.
“Hm? Un, untie it…”
It felt like there were cuts on his penis along the string wrapped around the shaft. His heart pounded in his head. The urgently pounding sound of his heart resonated through his whole body like the remnants of climax.
“Not yet.”
