“Haah… J-just now, all the way in… *hic*.”
“Surim-ssi.”
“Y-yes…?”
“But it’s not all the way in yet, so what should we do?”
“M-more? No, it’s already too deep… deep, nothing more can go in.”
“Why not?”
Song Hanyeong chuckled lowly and thrust his hips in small movements. Each time, Surim whimpered and writhed. He resented the man he’d always respected. It was physically impossible for something like that to go completely inside his belly, yet he kept insisting.
“It hurts, it can’t, *ngh*, I said it can’t…”
“It’s already gone in a bit more, Surim-ssi.”
“What? That’s a lie…”
“It’s true.”
Song Hanyeong pulled one of Surim’s hands back behind him. He made him grip his own member with his hand, and as he shook his hips several more times in that state, Surim moaned, shaking his head.
“Ah, *ngh*, it can’t go in anymore, please… *nnh*!”
However, contrary to those words, each time Song Hanyeong shook his hips in small movements, the inside gradually widened, creating space for entry. As if pushing through and widening a narrow gap, Song Hanyeong was carving a path.
“This doesn’t make sense…”
Surim said tearfully, having confirmed with his own hand that the member was gradually going deeper inside. Song Hanyeong, unconcerned with Surim’s continued sniffling, stubbornly pushed his member in completely.
“Haaah…”
“Good job.”
“Then, then stop now…”
“I can’t do that.”
We’re just getting started. Song Hanyeong muttered lowly and raised his upper body. Gripping Surim’s waist with both hands so he couldn’t escape, Song Hanyeong began to properly ravage the inside of Surim’s hole.
“*Hak*, ah, th-that, *haht*…!”
After trying several times to speak while gasping, Surim eventually only let out moans. The sound of flesh slapping against buttocks echoed in his ears with wet smacks.
Each time Song Hanyeong entered and withdrew, something deep inside the hole was scraped and pressed with a vivid sensation. It was an intense feeling from somewhere deep in his belly that he’d never known existed his entire life.
That sensation met with the heat that had been writhing inside his body from the beginning, making a mess of Surim’s body. The skin wherever Song Hanyeong touched burned hot, and the pleasure spreading from somewhere deep inside his buttocks radiated throughout his entire body.
“Ah, nnh, Manager, *hht*… nim…”
His brain melted like cheese. Having completely forgotten words like “stop” or “wait,” Surim desperately struggled not to fall behind in the pleasure. He instinctively knew that something was approaching.
Each time Song Hanyeong pushed his member in, his buttocks bounced up, and at the scraping sensation when he pulled out, all the strength drained from his body. There was nothing he could do except twitch like having a seizure.
Saliva drooled from Surim’s open mouth, wetting the sheets. Sensations incomparable to the halfhearted masturbation where he’d just stroked his member came flooding in.
“Manager, Manager-nim, *nnh*! I feel like I’m dying… ah!”
A metallic sound mixed into his panting voice. Each time Song Hanyeong thrust inside, pleasure bloomed as if electricity was rising in that deep place, unbearably agonizing. Each time the glans pressed firmly against something as it passed through, his limbs bounced reflexively from the intense feeling, and stars burst before his eyes.
Surim curled up his body with all his might to endure something. His waist bounced on its own.
“H-haah…”
This being Surim’s first such experience, he was scared he might really die like this. If he died like this, would it be death during sex? The sheets filled his blurry vision. Surim rubbed his cheek against them while trembling.
“*Ngh*, *hic*, *sob*!”
Song Hanyeong, who had been waiting for Surim like that for a few seconds, slipped his hand under Surim’s lower belly again and lifted upward. His knees floated slightly in the air.
Song Hanyeong began shaking his hips again in that state.
“Ah, th-that, *ngh*! I was wrong, I was wrong. *Nnh*!”
“About what?”
“*Nnh*! Ah, aah…”
“What were you wrong about? Hm?”
“I, *hah*, *nnh*! Said I wouldn’t, *hic*! suck it, *sob*! So… *hik*…!”
“Ah. That.”
Song Hanyeong chuckled and, with his member pushed in deep, began rotating it crudely. As the member that had entered all the way to the deepest part moved in circles, the inside was greatly stimulated.
“Haaah…!!”
“So will you suck it?”
“Yes, y-yes, I’ll… *hic*! I’ll do it…”
“Good. Then suck it well.”
“Yes, yes…! *Hnnh*, I’ll, do it.”
Did he even know what he was saying? Song Hanyeong looked at eyes that showed no sense of reason and impulsively bent down. As the penetration deepened from that, Surim trembled at the waist and opened his mouth.
Song Hanyeong kissed Surim’s open mouth. Surim, with a dazed expression, responded to the kiss by extending his tongue to Song Hanyeong. Song Hanyeong willingly sucked in the tongue and bit down gently. Surim, filled with heat from the influence of the blood-sucking, trembled and twisted his waist.
“Kuh…”
Song Hanyeong gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow, then began shaking his hips roughly.
“Ah, no, *nnh*! I’ll, suck it… *ngh*.”
Though Surim struggled while crying out incoherently, Song Hanyeong didn’t give him even a moment’s respite. Each time, Song Hanyeong entered so deep that Jin Surim’s buttocks collided with his pubic bone.
Then at some point, he stopped pulling out after going deep and rotated his hips, gently stirring the inside. Song Hanyeong’s member rubbed against every part of Surim’s inner walls as it passed through. Especially the deepest end, scraped and spread open by the firm glans, allowed Song Hanyeong’s tip to even slip slightly in and out of the colon.
“Haaah…! Th-this, *ngh*, this is strange… *nnh*, *nnh*!”
Sounds like animal moans rather than proper words flowed out haphazardly. It was then that a hot feeling surged into his belly. Surim trembled as he looked down at his belly.
He trembled, thinking that something that shouldn’t happen was happening. While gently stroking Surim’s shoulder to reassure him, Song Hanyeong exhaled lowly with the afterglow of ejaculation. That breath brushed past his ear, and Surim hunched his shoulders.
“*Ngh*… Is it, is it over…?”
When Surim asked while sniffling, Song Hanyeong pulled out his member. The hole gaped wide before closing again, but it didn’t close completely. Semen trickled out through the gap.
“No.”
Song Hanyeong answered, seeing that scene and raising one corner of his mouth. Surim’s body whipped around and this time he was laid down with his back against the bed. Startled as his member was fully exposed, Surim tried to curl up his legs but had his thighs caught by Song Hanyeong and ended up spreading his legs wide instead.
“Jin Surim-ssi, are you really not a premature ejaculator?”
“N-no…”
“Then why is this like this?”
Between Surim’s legs was completely drenched. It was soaked wet from how much fluid had flowed, and among it was no small amount of semen. It definitely wasn’t just one ejaculation.
“That’s because you…”
“Me?”
“Too… too much…”
What should he say? Whatever he said, the atmosphere would become strange. Surim pondered how to end this situation while conscious of his aching waist and buttocks.
“Because I was too good?”
“……”
“My thought is a bit different. This is because Jin Surim-ssi felt it too well. Isn’t that right?”
Song Hanyeong smiled leisurely while kissing Surim’s knee. Surim felt his thighs go taut and numb from that trivial caress, sharp pleasure gathering between his legs.
“See? That’s it.”
Song Hanyeong said, pointing with his chin at the member that was hardening and releasing clear pre-cum without even being touched.
Surim, whose entire body had turned red, not just his face, covered his face with both arms crossed. He could neither insist it wasn’t true nor respond in agreement.
After choosing his words several times, Surim found what to say and spoke while stealing glances at Song Hanyeong between his arms.
“That’s all your fault too, Manager-nim. Every time you bite me, my body becomes like that…”
“Aha. So your body heated up because of me.”
“Wh-why do you say it like that…”
Song Hanyeong’s hand, which had stroked down Surim’s thigh, gripped his waist and pulled him down.
“Ah!”
“Since it’s my fault, I’ll take responsibility.”
The method of taking responsibility was obvious without asking. Surim turned pale, thinking he’d misspoken. Apparently, Song Hanyeong had no concern whatsoever for the fact that this was his first time.
“Manager-nim.”
“Shh.”
Song Hanyeong aligned his member above Surim’s hole. The semen that had been trickling out tangled with Song Hanyeong’s glans and was pushed back inside.
As if the ejaculation from earlier never happened, Song Hanyeong’s movements were just as hasty and rough as at the beginning. Thanks to that, Surim had to pant and moan again, trapped in the surging heat.
* * *
When he came to his senses, he was in the bathtub. Humid air, warm water, and Song Hanyeong’s member still filling his rear.
Surim blinked several times before letting out a deep, deep sigh.
“I think I’m going to die, Manager-nim.”
“Mm.”
“I really think I’m going to die…”
“Mm.”
At the half-hearted response, Surim slapped the water surface. Water splattered everywhere. Unfortunately, because Song Hanyeong was holding him, only Surim got drenched. He’d unintentionally become a shield.
“…Don’t laugh…”
“I’m not laughing.”
“Liar.”
Surim grumbled and sighed deeply again. It was because he thought this wasn’t the time to be playing word games. Really, how did it come to this? To be honest, he had imagined this from when Song Hanyeong declared there would come a time when he couldn’t be satisfied with just that.
But he’d thought it would be at least several months later, never dreaming it would happen this soon.
