He pulled back from the tip, and the clear fluid that beaded and trickled down the shaft — he licked it up without missing a drop, teasing around the head with his tongue before slowly taking the front of it into his mouth.
“Hah—! Hnn, hnn, hh—!”
The moment Ryun’s cock was enveloped and pressed from all sides inside Gyeom’s mouth, Ryun’s whole body trembled.
As Gyeom drew his head back and dragged the tip of his tongue down the slit at the head of Ryun’s cock, Ryun arched his back and moaned.
Ryun’s legs reflexively tried to close, but Gyeom’s hands pressed them back down and apart, then licked and sucked at his shaft and balls in turn — and with each pass of that tongue, each pull of that mouth, Ryun’s cock twitched heavily while the inside of his lower belly clenched and shuddered.
“Oh.”
Feeling the tremor that announced he was close, Gyeom took the cock back into his mouth and sucked hard — and with a sharp, broken cry, Ryun came.
The cum that spilled out in a rush filled Gyeom’s mouth; he rolled it on his tongue for a moment before swallowing it down, then whispered,
“Hyung drank every drop of what’s Ryun’s. Now it’s Ryun’s turn to take everything that’s hyung’s.”
The moment he had been anticipating and waiting for — since the very first wet dream — was finally here.
While Gyeom had been savoring Ryun, his cock had already grown to full, enormous hardness, the thick veins standing out along the surface pulsing visibly.
With excitement flushing his face, Gyeom spread Ryun’s cheeks wide open with both hands.
Beneath the small, soft balls, below the smooth perineum — the puckered hole, tightly furled in its little folds, seemed to sense that it was about to receive Gyeom’s cock. It fluttered open and closed as if in invitation, flashing a glimpse of its interior before hiding away again.
Gyeom stared down at it with hunger-dark eyes, then pressed both thumbs against it and pulled it open.
The folds stretched, spreading wide and baring all the tender flesh within.
The sight of that deep red interior — slick and glistening with natural fluid, quivering faintly — made Gyeom’s gut clench tight.
He knew, from working his fingers inside before, just how hot it was in there, just how perfectly snug.
And if he pushed his cock into that—?
“Hhhh…”
When Gyeom’s fingers spread the folds open, Ryun let out a soft moan.
Gyeom kept moving his fingers, tracing every inch of the red inner walls. The thought of his cock going in there — conquering it — sent a tingling, electric tremor through his stomach. At the very end, he would fill this place with his seed, claiming it as his own.
Just the thought of it made his lips go dry; he wet them with his tongue and lined the tip of his cock up against the entrance.
As the tip and the hole kissed and greeted each other, Gyeom spoke.
“Ryun. Hyung’s going in. Once hyung’s cock is inside here — you’ll really, truly be hyung’s. Ryun will.”
After saying that in a voice thick with arousal, Gyeom slowly pressed inside — and whether the foreign intrusion was uncomfortable, Ryun shivered and moaned.
“Hahhh, nnh… mm…!”
The folds stretched wide and wrapped around the cock in a ring.
Each time Gyeom pressed his hips down and pushed deeper, the inner walls parted around him and closed back in a perfect fit, squeezing and rippling with sensation.
When he drove all the way in to the deepest point, the walls gripped him like they’d been made for him — and truly, Ryun’s body was made to fit Gyeom exactly.
Overcome with the euphoria of having finally conquered Ryun’s virgin territory, Gyeom murmured in a voice thick with emotion,
“Ryun. Hyung… took Ryun’s last virgin place. Hah, it feels so good… God… there’s no comparison to your mouth…”
Overwhelmed, Gyeom trembled and cried.
The moment he pushed inside and felt the hole wrap snugly around him — it was as if this place were declaring that this was where Gyeom’s cock belonged.
It was painful to think of pulling out of Ryun, but to fill Ryun’s insides with his seed, Gyeom had to move his hips.
Pulling Ryun’s moaning body tightly into his arms, Gyeom kissed him and began to move — slow, measured thrusts.
“Hnn— hah, hhnn. Mmh, ah—!”
Pressing his lips to Ryun’s face and throat — to the face of Ryun, who was now truly his — Gyeom slowly drew his hips back, all the way, then drove them down hard. Each time, a tingling, electric sensation shot through Ryun’s body and deep into his belly.
Ryun’s cock, from which Gyeom had earlier sucked out every drop, had grown stiff again and was nudging against Gyeom’s stomach with each thrust.
Gyeom bit and licked at Ryun’s nipples as though they were something sweet and delicious, and with each pass of stimulation, the color of the areola and nipple deepened and grew more pronounced, the nipples swelling larger.
He took that small, gently raised chest into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, tasting.
“Hnn — mmh… mm… hhhh… hah, ah, hah! Hahmm…!”
Gyeom looked down with satisfied eyes at the round mark his teeth had left on Ryun’s chest, then thrust his hips in again.
Every time Gyeom hit that hidden weakness deep inside, Ryun’s thighs — spread wide on either side — shuddered and trembled.
“Ryun — how is it? Do you like hyung’s? Your hole is sucking me in like it can’t get enough — how does it feel?”
“Hnn, mm… hah, mm, hah—!”
“Feels good? It does, right? Because Ryun is mine. Of course it does.”
Just as Gyeom was losing his mind with how perfect Ryun’s hole felt, naturally Ryun would be feeling just as undone taking Gyeom’s cock.
Gyeom laughed under his breath, full and satisfied with the sensation of being buried deep inside.
Each time he drove his cock into the depths of Ryun’s ass, his vision went white — it felt that good.
Ryun, too, had been crying out and twitching his cock every time Gyeom thrust into him — and then, without a single touch to his cock, he came.
Gyeom’s eyes lit up at the sight.
“Hhnn… mm… hm…”
“Ryun — did you come from hyung’s cock? Did it feel that good?”
Gyeom was in awe that Ryun had come from penetration alone.
He wanted to keep thrusting a little longer, but the way Ryun’s hole clenched tight in the aftershock of orgasm was more than Gyeom could take — he drove his cock in deep, buried to the hilt, and shuddered.
Moments later, his cock pulsed as well, and his cum surged out in waves, pooling deep inside Ryun’s body.
At the rush of hot release flooding into him, Ryun opened his mouth and breathed in rough, ragged gasps, moaning.
“Hah. Hahh…”
Ryun’s chest had been rising and falling with exhausted breaths from one climax after another — when his eyes slowly cracked open.
“…Hyung?”
At the sight of Ryun calling to him in a low, sleep-rough voice, Gyeom’s body stiffened with sudden tension.
Now that it was over, the fear had started to creep back in.
What if Ryun looks at him with eyes full of disgust — at the Gyeom who had just violated him? That thought sent Gyeom staring down at Ryun with a tense, anxious face — but Ryun, still bleary-eyed, blinked a few times as if not quite awake, then closed his eyes again. His breathing evened out; he’d fallen back asleep.
Gyeom watched Ryun drift off after that brief moment of waking, and let out a long breath — part relief, part quiet ache.
“Would it have been better to see Ryun wake up and lean into me?”
Or was it better this way, with him asleep? Part of Gyeom wanted Ryun to know that they’d had sex — to realize that he was Gyeom’s and stop letting his eyes wander to other men — but then… what if Ryun couldn’t accept that he belonged to Gyeom? What if he looked at Gyeom — the Gyeom who had raped him — with eyes full of hatred? Even in his imagination, the moment Gyeom pictured that look, he didn’t know what he might do to himself.
He’d probably go insane.
Either way, Gyeom had no intention of ever letting Ryun go. Not ever.
From the moment Gyeom had first become aware of the world, Ryun had been his.
He had no intention of letting anyone take that away.
If someone tried — Gyeom would kill them if he had to, and take Ryun back.
As Gyeom pressed his lips to Ryun’s face, his eyes gleamed with a cold, cruel light directed at the nameless, faceless person in his imagination who dared to take Ryun from him.
* * *
Ryun, his body cleaned and tucked back into bed, opened his eyes to the pale light of early dawn breaking.
Gyeom had come in the night and taken him — and even after that brief moment when Ryun had stirred awake, Gyeom had thrust into him several more times while he slept.
After coming once and finally claiming Ryun’s body, perhaps the fury had drained out of him — because after that, Gyeom had clung to Ryun’s sleeping form with desperate longing, hips moving in slow, aching thrusts.
