This guy really has everything… Life must be really enjoyable for him. As Eunha lightly flicked the penis with his fingertips—somehow feeling fed up just from looking at it—he tilted his head and asked.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable normally? Being this big.”
“Haah…”
“I’ve seriously never seen one this big before.”
Muttering, he stroked the shaft up and down a few times. Each time, the hot and heavy feeling that filled his hand was amazing. It was also newly fascinating that this thing had been inside him but he had absolutely no memory of it. It must have been incredibly difficult when we did it…
Thinking various thoughts, he began stimulating the penis in earnest. It seemed better to make him come once first.
Gripping the shaft with a girth too large to be fully grasped in one hand, he stroked from the base to the glans several times. He kneaded it weakly to apply sensation, and also tapped shortly below the corona. As he lightly caressed it with his hand, he could feel it swelling even more. Precum also formed little by little. He spread it over the glans. When he rubbed it in circles, a languid sigh spread from above. Following that, a groaning voice was heard.
“Ah, hyung…”
Eunha glanced at him sideways. Despite having come all the way to a hotel, he was grating on his nerves by not being as proactive as expected, yet he got aroused well enough when stimulated. The fact that he was getting an erection meant he wasn’t drunk to the point of being unconscious either.
Eunha looked over the man who was stretched out like waterlogged cotton yet responding faithfully to his touch, feeling somewhat puzzled. Because he couldn’t understand his intention. Regardless of how the process went, having come this far meant he had the intention to have sex. And yet such a contemplative attitude. It felt subtly off to simply be attributed to just being limp from alcohol.
How should he put it… Didn’t this seem like a structure where he was unilaterally taking advantage?
Yeonjun’s gaze staring dully at him as if he were truly the one being taken also played a part. At the stare that seemed to observe each and every action, Eunha felt an inexplicable sense of incongruity but soon shook it off as a useless thought. Whatever it was, as long as they had sex, that would be enough.
After concentrating enthusiastically on petting for a while, the man came with a spurt.
Spreading his fingers as if examining the considerable amount of semen clinging to his hand, Eunha gathered the liquid as it was and brought it back. Even while loosening himself up from behind, he could feel the gaze steadily watching with flushed eyes, but he didn’t care. After judging it was roughly ready, he rummaged through the man’s pants pockets. It was a habitual, unconscious check.
And a hollow laugh burst out at the item that was immediately caught at his fingertips.
“You carry condoms around.”
“…That’s what I was taught.”
At the answer that was nothing if not innocent in response to the question delivered mockingly, a snickering breath burst out. It seemed he could vaguely grasp why the man was acting so lukewarm. It seemed not much different in nature from the deliberate aspects he had shown him until now. What’s the point of playing coy like that when they’d already aligned their bellies…
Eunha, who had been breaking into a smile as if finding it amusing, eventually tore open the package. With practiced hands, he put the condom on the penis and attempted insertion. Although he had anticipated it to some degree, it was burdensome enough for a breathless gasp to burst out momentarily, but he didn’t particularly care. Enduring the pain that was gradually being felt, he slowly swallowed the man’s penis.
This was nothing.
* * *
Was it really nothing?
Looking beyond the bed with slackly unfocused eyes, Eunha thought. Probably, it really wasn’t nothing.
It was simultaneous with reaching a dry climax without ejaculating. How many times was this already… He seemed to have given up counting from the fourth time. From around then, he couldn’t continue counting at all. It was also from that time that they began having raw sex since there were no more spares left. Without any worth to having used condoms.
Thanks to that, the bottom was a complete mess. Eunha, who wrapped his arms around his lower abdomen that was trembling with terrible pleasure as if crushing it, let out a high-pitched moan and closed his eyelids with difficulty. His cheek buried in the sheet without energy was damp with physiological tears. It had been a long time since he cried during sex. And since he came without ejaculating. And since he had sex for this long without even resting.
No, just everything…
It was when he was dizzily submerged in the lingering sensation that wouldn’t easily fade. A languid sigh flowed behind his back as he lay on his side. Having ejaculated almost simultaneously, Yeonjun, who had been stuck closely to Eunha’s back for a while, subtly pulled back his body. Thinking he was pulling out just like that and letting down his guard, Eunha had to flinch and fidget with his legs at the pressure pressing firmly into his inner walls again. Sparks flew below.
“Ah, hup…”
“Huu, hyung… It really feels good…”
Satisfied breath clings to the nape. He looked really pleased, so even while exhausted, it was absurd. Is it all good as long as he feels good? I feel like I’m about to die…
How did it come to this? Eunha vaguely recalled what had happened to him for the past few hours. Not long after he had moved on his own from above, his wrists and thighs were grabbed, and he was thrust into all the way to the root just like that. After that, he had to be shaken relentlessly the entire time.
As if he hadn’t been lying limply watching just a moment ago, the man rushed at him impatiently. Because the size was what it was, it was burdensome from the very start, but still, the first few times were more or less okay. Because it was both amusing and quite pleasing to see the man who had arrogantly spouted presumptuous advice about not going around having sex with just anyone become completely immersed in sexual desire and pounding away below.
The pressure gripping his body indiscriminately and the excited kisses falling on his skin everywhere felt good. He thought he wanted to be pounded like this until it was moderately difficult and then fall asleep as if fainting.
The problem was that ‘moderately’ was completely absent.
The man drove Eunha as if he were someone who didn’t know such a thing at all. Like someone who didn’t know how to stop. He didn’t give any time to rest, and when he couldn’t overcome the pleasure piling up layer by layer and let out moans, he slammed even greater pleasure into him as if he’d been waiting for it.
Thanks to that, he had to keep crying. Sobbing and groaning was all he remembered. He didn’t even know how time had passed. His throat stung, and his body was unbelievably heavy. While living promiscuously and meeting all sorts of bizarre people, being driven to the limit this much solely through the act of sex itself without any extreme acts was truly a first.
‘Maybe it’s because he’s young or something…’
But it’s not like I didn’t have a time when I was younger than now either.
I’ve never once had sex like this, as if it were the first and last time…
Bad manners. Conscienceless bastard. He wanted to shoot out a word of criticism, but he didn’t even have the energy to argue. Eunha just roughly turned his body and curled up with a disgusted expression. Still. Thinking it must really be over now. Thinking if they’d done this much, it must really be the end.
It was around the time he was flickering in and out while submerged in the rushing sense of exhaustion. The arm wrapped around his waist suddenly gained strength. Yeonjun, who had pulled Eunha into his embrace, pressed his lips to his earlobe.
“Hyung.”
“…”
“Can we do it one more time?”
At the request that was utterly outrageous, Eunha, who finally lost his mind, let out an empty laugh.
“Are you crazy…?”
“What?”
“Do you… have a grudge against me or something?”
He cobbled together sentences that wouldn’t come out easily. It was a voice so hoarse it sounded terrible even to his own ears.
And yet he’s saying to do it again. When he can clearly hear that my voice has become like this.
After driving a person to the point where there’s nothing left to come out, and yet. And yet spouting conscienceless bullshit about doing it again…
He couldn’t believe it. If he was going to be like this, why did he act so innocent all this time? While being shameless enough to have the intention to insert even after turning a person’s body into a rag. While being so crazy about sex…
Among all the ‘just anyones’ Eunha had met until now, there was no one this brutal physically. The more he thought about it, the more dumbfounded he was. On the other hand, suspicion also raised its head that he might be doing this deliberately because he had ill feelings toward him. Otherwise, how.
How…
it’s always wild when promiscuous characters have sex with the main love interest and suddenly no previous partner can compare