As Wonha gently sucked up from the lower lip, Sangho tensed and grabbed his shoulders. When he carefully tapped Sangho’s front teeth with the tip of his tongue, the small mouth carefully opened. Hot breath tangled inside and a salty-tasting tongue swept the inside. Sangho involuntarily made a moaning sound at the feeling that seemed overwhelming from below.
“Mmnh…”
Then Wonha bent his waist a bit more and pushed in while embracing Sangho. The thighs that had collapsed to the floor went up onto Wonha’s thighs, and the small body was completely trapped in Wonha’s embrace. As Wonha’s hands slowly bound around Sangho’s waist and shoulders, Wonha lifted Sangho up in one swoop and headed to the bed. The stuck lips still hadn’t separated.
Thud, Wonha, who laid Sangho on the bed, quietly kissed his moistly wet eyelids.
“Hyung is… really pretty…”
Wonha, who carefully removed Sangho’s t-shirt, brought his lips to Sangho’s very thin wrists. It was a kiss as if worshipping something very precious. After feeling for a moment the faint vibration ringing from the pulse touching his lips, he slipped off the jeans draped over the pelvis and kissed the protruding pelvis bone. Sangho couldn’t refuse Wonha removing his clothes layer by layer, and covered his eyes with one arm. He didn’t have the courage to look at Wonha.
Slurp.
“Haak!”
At that moment, when he felt the hot mouth that swallowed his lower part in one gulp, Sangho trembled. As his soft glans was gently pressed with the tongue and the small shaft was wrapped and sucked up, he felt a dizzying pleasure and his waist automatically lifted up. When he barely raised his head to look down, Wonha, examining his reactions one by one, stuck out his red tongue and swept up his cock. His sculpted cheeks hollowed as he sucked up, then rounded his lips and tickled the glans.
“Hak, nhaah…! Wo-Wonha, n-no, don’t!”
When Sangho shook his head at the rushing shame, Wonha’s warm hand soothingly caressed his buttocks. Wonha, who slightly lifted Sangho’s buttocks, continuously caressed the shaft gently with his tongue, then licked up each wrinkle of the testicles stuck below one by one. Fleetingly, when the tongue tip brushed the hole, a ticklish yet desperate feeling surged up.
“Hn…! H-ngh!”
Spurt, when white liquid burst out from Sangho’s cock, Wonha’s throat moved with a gulp. Sangho, shocked, tried to remove Wonha’s head positioned between his crotch, but as if it were something precious to the end, he split open the glans with his tongue and licked it clean. Because of the sensitive sensation after ejaculation, every time the tongue tip dug into the glans, his waist automatically trembled.
“D-dirty…!”
“No. Hyung, I said you’re pretty. Here is a really pretty pink color.”
“Ngh… B-but—”
“Don’t think about other things. Just, look at me…”
Now Wonha threaded his fingers one by one between Sangho’s fingers and held them. The shoulder muscles, firmly built on the body that had been stripped off at some point, were bulging. Between the tingling and hot crotch, firm thighs were wedged and as the upper bodies pressed together, he felt something hot touching from the stomach.
‘Wh-what’s this… A water bottle?’
Before doubt could arise, he felt Wonha’s thigh pressing lightly between his crotch. As the cock that had just come was crushed and rubbed, it twitched again and rose up. Each time he tensed his thigh, the pressure pushing up persistently between the hole seemed to precariously brush the prostate, making it agonizing.
“Ah, ahngh…!”
“Whoever hyung meets… it doesn’t matter. Just… don’t push me away… Okay?”
Wonha, who whispered in a pleading tone filled with moisture, again dabbed his lips on the collarbone, on the nipples, while subtly rubbing long fingers between the buttock cleft. As fingers were pushed in between the slickly wet hole, strength automatically entered his body.
When Wonha scraped the inner wall at a certain point with his bent finger, his thighs automatically squeezed and it seemed like sparks flew before his eyes. I didn’t know a place like this would feel good.
“Here, remember? Hyung liked it.”
“Haak! Haa, ah…!”
The squelching inner walls convulsed, wrapping around Wonha’s finger. The finger that had been persistently rubbing the same place had increased to two, three at some point.
“Ngh, ahh… Th-there!”
“You like it here, right? Should I do more?”
“Ngh, mmnh, ngh!”
Now Wonha’s fingers were circularly rubbing around the point where pleasure was precariously felt. At the desperate feeling, his waist jerked automatically. Wonha’s sweat-soaked hair was disheveled and swaying by his eyes, and his flushed face seemed to barely hold back something, with strength in his brow as if suppressing it.
“Hoo… Hyung. Who are you thinking about?”
“H-hae…”
“Answer me. Who’s holding hyung?”
“Wo-Wonha… Hngh!”
At Sangho’s panting voice, little by little, Wonha’s thing began to enter heavily below. It seemed like a size that could never be accepted. Below, the hole was expanding squishily and was definitely swallowing Wonha’s cock. When the cock that had barely entered poked the part he had been longing for, a scream burst from Sangho’s mouth.
“Haaah!”
“Haah… Good… You’re mine…”
When Wonha, who bent his upper body to hug Sangho tightly, began to shallowly thrust his waist up, he felt the sensitive part being continuously stimulated. Sangho wrapped his thighs around Wonha’s waist at the unbearable pleasure and moved, arching his back. Though only about half was moving inside, it felt like his head was melting crazily.
Squelch. Squelch.
The sound of mucous membranes rubbing in the moistly wet hole continuously echoed. At Wonha’s thing coming in gradually deeper, Sangho couldn’t close his mouth and panted. Every time Wonha’s cock, fully filling him below, came in deep, it felt like his organs would pop out of his mouth. When Sangho, unable to endure the pleasure, barely placed his hands on the mattress to raise his upper body, Wonha grabbed Sangho’s pelvis just like that and thrust deeply up.
“Haaahngh!”
Then Sangho’s eyes rolled back white and he collapsed onto the bed, convulsing. His fully arched back shot up toward the ceiling and the muscles from his thighs to his toes stiffened hard and stretched out. From Sangho’s cock, thin semen leaked out with squirt, squirt sounds, and the erect nipples on his wide-spread chest stiffened stiffly.
“Kugh…!”
At the strongly tightening inner walls, hot liquid surged out from Wonha’s cock too. Between the tightly interlocked hole, white liquid oozed out foamily along with squish sounds. Sangho still couldn’t come to his senses from the afterglow of ejaculation and panted, drooping with half-closed eyes.
“Hyung… I’ll make you feel even better.”
“Hae, ngh… C-can’t…”
“It’ll feel even better if I stroke your cock while doing it.”
“H-hngh, I-I’m scared!”
“It’s okay. Okay?”
Wonha, who had stuck closely behind Sangho at some point, gave light kisses on the nape, earlobe, and even cheeks, then again firmly pushed his thing in. Into the now completely loosened hole, Wonha’s thing slid in smoothly with a plop sound.
“Haak!”
“Haah, hyung. Whose are you right now? Hm?”
At the cock that came in deeply from a different angle, Wonha’s thin lower abdomen bulged up. As Wonha gently stroked and pressed down on Sangho’s lower abdomen, beast-like moaning sounds rose from Sangho’s mouth.
“Hngh, huk, ahngh!”
The cock that came into his lower abdomen and the pressing touch were driving him crazy. From his completely hazy eyes, tears wet with pleasure flowed down, and his barely extended hand trembled, clutching the bed sheets. When Wonha grabbed Sangho’s cock with his other hand and stroked down, not long after, clear liquid scattered from Sangho’s center with a splash sound.
“Ahnghh!”
Pop. As Wonha’s cock pulled out from the hole, white liquid flowed down in a stream along with foam from the slightly open hole. Sangho, half out of his mind, couldn’t control his trembling body and kept letting out faint moans, shuddering. Wonha gazed at such Sangho and shook his still-angry cock, going for the last spurt.
“Kugh. Hyung…!”
Wonha, who had poured out his thing profusely toward the still twitching hole, murmured while continuously kissing Sangho’s small body that was trembling violently.
“You’re mine. Right?”
That dawn, Wonha fell into thought, continuously fiddling with the hair of Sangho, who was deeply asleep on his chest, with one hand.
‘To cling so desperately… Hyung accepted it because he’s kind.’
But there was no helping it. If he hadn’t clung, it seemed like Sangho would disappear before his eyes again. After all the effort put in to become close. Wonha didn’t want to repeat last time’s mistake ever again.
***
The first time he saw Sangho was at a fan signing event.
His first impression—he doesn’t really remember it properly. It seemed like bushy bangs were covering his eyes completely. However, what the scrawny man who received the autograph said stuck in his heart. It was a quote that Wonha usually liked.
“Thank you for shattering my world.”
