RB 74

Yeorok sucked Sim Eunho’s cock with care. As he gripped the shaft, drenched in saliva, and stroked it, Sim Eunho’s hips trembled violently, and he spurted his love juice like a crack.

Meanwhile, his fingers had increased to three. The overlapping fingers probed relentlessly at his back passage, widening the opening, and teased the protruding sensitive spot like a tickle.

The persistent touch made his inner walls melt and loosen. The tightness remained, but it seemed just about ready to take him in.

Yeorok straightened his back. The condom covering his cock was dry and shriveled, all luster gone. He poured copious lubricant over it, coating it evenly from base to tip, priming himself for the sensation.

“Sim Eunho-ssi.”

When Yeorok called out in a calm voice, Eunho, who had been lying down, gasping for breath, faintly opened his eyes and met his gaze.

“Doing it from behind would be easier for both of us, but they said it hurts more that way. What should we do?”

“Ah, it hurts? A lot?”

“Well. I haven’t been penetrated, so I don’t know.”

Eunho clenched his jaw tightly, his face tense. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down against his flushed neck.

“…I want to see the Chairman’s face.”

“Alright, then.”

Yeorok replied calmly, as if no conditions mattered. He spread Eunho’s legs wide and moved close in front of him. His posture looked perfectly natural.

Holding his cock, he gently pulled at Eunho’s tightly gathered folds. As the pink opening stretched, he pressed the glans into the gap and pushed it in firmly. Even though only the tip of his cock had entered, Eunho’s face contorted horribly.

“Huh, ugh.”

Laborious breathing and agonized moans mingled together.

Yeorok pressed his penis firmly into the narrow hole, disregarding his partner’s pain. Thanks to the lubricant, it slid in halfway.

But the movement stopped there. 

Yeorok closed his eyes and caught his breath for a moment. A faint crack appeared on his expressionless face.

“Ha, this is bad.”

The pressure squeezing his penis was unbearable. The fiercely heated flesh clamped down tightly on the tip and shaft.

This sensation was new to Yeorok too, requiring a moment to adjust. Leaving his own cock buried inside, he shook Eunho’s penis.

Completely drained, the penis looked pitifully small. Even now, it swayed helplessly in Yeorok’s grasp. As his thumb gently probed the slit of the glans, droplets of tear-like pre-cum oozed out.

Yeorok tilted his head back, looking down. Eunho, pale as death and swallowing his pain, filled his vision completely. He was biting his lower lip so fiercely, Yeorok wondered if he might actually bite it off.

“Sim Eunho-ssi, look here.”

“……”

“You said you wanted to see my face. I’m kissing Sim Eunho right now. You wouldn’t want to miss such a precious sight, right?”

Eunho barely managed to turn his head away. The moisture pooled at the corners of his eyes trickled down his temples.

“Chairman, sir. It’s too… ugh… it hurts.”

“You have to endure it. What else can you do?”

Eunho rubbed his eyelids with the flesh beneath his palms. His whimpering sounded like a puppy’s cry. It was rather cute, but he really didn’t feel like watching.

Yeorok continued thrusting slowly in that state. With each thrust and withdrawal, the depth changed. Skillfully forcing it in, he soon had only the base left outside, his entire penis buried inside.

Eunho sniffled. His mouth was tightly shut, but tears streamed down his face uncontrollably from the pain. Unable to endure any longer, Eunho flailed his knees. It was a weak struggle, but it was enough to express his will.

“It hurts, ugh, it hurts.”

“Is this how it’s going to be? I told you I don’t have a taste for rape.”

But what could he do about the pain? Eunho felt like his body was being torn in half. Choi Yeorok filling his insides made his organs feel twisted, and his buttocks burned as if torn apart.

He even felt something trickling out. The sensation in his lower body was pure agony; he couldn’t even guess what it was. Probably blood.

Eunho gasped pitifully, wiping his wet eyes.

“It’s tearing, ugh, I’m done.”

“……”

Yeorok glanced down to check the state of the hole. Blood? No, only watery lubricant overflowed.

But it was true that the back hole receiving his penis had stretched to its limit. The once-tight folds had lost their shape, and the reddish area around the hole had turned pale.

Even though Eunho was in such pain, unfortunately, he didn’t feel bad. The sensation of the inner walls clinging tightly to his cock threatened to shatter his rationality. Without a doubt, it was so intensely stimulating it made all previous sex experiences fade from memory.

Yeorok adjusted his position. As he leaned forward, Eunho’s thighs, pressed by his weight, touched his chest. Their faces drew that much closer too.

His penis pushed its way into the pleasurable hole. The sensation made Eunho cry out in pain.

“Does it hurt that much?”

Yeorok gently licked the red, swollen area around his eyes. It was almost like caring for a young animal.

“What should I do? There’s nothing I can do for you.”

But despite the tender words, the position they were stuck in was rather explicit. His lower body, however, continued its fierce pounding. Each time he ground against the inner walls, sticky moisture splattered.

Eunho’s head tilted back and his eyes rolled as he forced the stimulation upon him. Unidentifiable moans escaped from his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was on the verge of gasping for breath.

Yeorok turned Eunho’s face, turned sideways, back to face him. Yeorok’s expression remained calm, as if he couldn’t believe this was the same person whose body was entwined with his.

“Don’t lose consciousness.”

Then he thrust his tongue into his gaping lips. His mouth was sealed shut, completely blocked, while a thug-like mass of flesh stirred inside.

Eunho couldn’t follow any train of thought.

But he still wrapped his arms around Yeorok’s shoulders. It was instinct, and the result of conditioning.

Eunho stroked the broad back. The vibrantly moving back muscles, the smooth skin, sticky sweat clinging to his fingers. The deep body odor hit him too vividly.

He really was having sex with Yeorok. It felt real.

The sensation of being hacked to pieces with a knife had become chronic. The pain was unrelenting, stretching on endlessly. Added to that was the overwhelming, suffocating feeling. It truly felt like death itself.

“Chairman, just a little… hmm, please, just a little gentler…”

The plea slipped out involuntarily.

“Too fast?”

Yeorok asked, sucking on his neck. Exhausted, Eunho squeezed out a voice between slow, tenacious licks.

“It’s too hard, my stomach, hmm, feels like it’s gonna burst…”

“What’s too hard?”

Yeorok let out a hollow laugh. Probably meant it was going in too deep. Yeorok knew his own member was oversized. Moreover, every thrust made Eunho’s taut belly ripple visibly, something he could feel himself.

Had he gone this deep?

He roughly gauged the depth with his hand. Pressing firmly against the bulging lower abdomen with his palm, Eunho let out a muffled groan. He was so startled he frantically tried to push Yeorok away.

Yeorok grabbed Eunho’s wrist and pulled it down. Holding his wrist like a rein, he straightened his hips and continued the slow, deliberate thrusting. His cock slammed against the sensitive spot he’d found earlier.

“Mm, ugh, hmm!”

As he repeatedly hit the prostate, Eunho’s head snapped back. 

Veins stood out prominently on the back of his neck. His trembling was so intense that even his dry belly skin and thighs vibrated.

The tight squeeze from the inner walls made Yeorok pause to catch his breath. Thick tendons bulged on the back of the hand gripping Eunho’s wrist.

He immediately began pounding relentlessly at the chosen target. It was positioned fairly shallow, so his cock only slid in halfway.

“Huh, uh, ugh!”

Eunho was in an uproar, writhing and flailing. Tears, snot, and saliva poured out, his face completely drenched. Yet, it wasn’t just pure agony. Yeorok didn’t stop his actions.

“Either cry or feel it, choose one.”

Instead of letting go, he grabbed his narrow hips. The cock, which had been circling outside the whole time, suddenly pushed its way inside.

As it pressed down on his tightly constricted insides, Eunho gripped the bedsheet fiercely. 

His hole, suddenly tightened, clenched tightly, even his white toes curling completely.

“Is this good too?”

Haah, haah, Eunho only exhaled ragged breaths through his mouth instead of answering. His ribs heaved breathlessly. Somehow, the once soft penis had also hardened into shape. It seemed there were sensitive spots inside too.

Yeorok licked his lips with his tongue and carefully observed Eunho’s reaction. He changed angles, thoroughly probing the hole. Each thrust brought a sensation of sticky clinging that was simply mind-blowing. He pushed harder, thinking it was fortunate their bodies were so well-matched.

He had figured out the spots Eunho was particularly sensitive to. The prostate in the shallow area, the mucous membrane point touching just below the navel, and the tightly sealed end of the inner wall.

The point connecting to the colon sucked the condom’s semen sac with a slurping sound each time it was ground. Fear that his intestines might burst made Eunho gasp and couldn’t control himself each time.