DPGR 133

Jiho stepped closer, closing the already narrow distance between them in one bold stride.

Now they were close enough to feel each other’s breath. Jiho reached out first.

Tap–

With that simple movement, the outer layer of Dojin’s clothes, which had been hanging precariously, fell to the floor.

Now completely naked again, Jiho wrapped his arms around Dojin’s waist and pressed their bodies together.

“J-Jiho…!”

“It’s okay if you’re rough.”

“……!”

“I think I’d like it rough if it’s you hyung…”

The bulge in Dojin’s front brushed against Jiho’s belly, making Dojin flinch.

Jiho took Dojin’s frozen hand and guided it behind his own back, sliding it down until Dojin’s hand was resting on his plump backside.

“I even put Heendungi to sleep in a separate room today, because I planned to do this with you from the start,” Jiho said with a sly smile.

Dojin’s breathing faltered. The whisper that followed made his chest swell, then fall again.

“And you don’t need to prep me. I already did it myself earlier, so you can… mmph!”

Dojin couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed Jiho’s ass and devoured those mischievous lips that kept spouting indecent words.

Whatever Jiho had done to himself earlier, the space between his cheeks was already slick to the touch.

“You sure? I can really be rough?”

“Mm-hmm… yes.”

When Dojin growled the question in a deep, husky voice, Jiho answered in a breathy, excited tone.

Something snapped in Dojin’s mind. He swept Jiho up in his arms.

“H-Hyung?”

Jiho quickly wrapped his arms around Dojin’s neck and clung to him. His pale legs wrapped around Dojin’s waist.

Instead of trying to reassure the startled Jiho, Dojin slid a finger into the already loosened hole.

“Ugh…!”

“Shhh. You’ll wake Heendung.”

“Mm… ngh.”

“Good boy.”

“L-Let’s go to the bed… inside…”

“Why? I’m in a hurry.”

The quiet living room echoed with a faint creaking sound. Dojin chuckled darkly and whispered.

“You did a good job prepping. How’d you do it? Must’ve been a lot of work getting this loose with those thin fingers of yours.”

Before long, one finger became two. Dojin shoved them in to the base and gently twisted.

Jiho whimpered, nuzzling into Dojin’s neck.

“Ah, nngh, s-stop… hyung.”

“Shhh. I said Heendungi will wake up. Or do you want someone to see us? Should I go wake him?”

Of course, it was just a cruel tease. Dojin had no intention of letting anyone else see Jiho, even if it wasn’t human.

Jiho, unaware of Dojin’s thoughts, blushed furiously and shook his head.

“Noo… don’t…”

“You say that, but you’re clenching so hard. Does the idea of someone watching turn you on?”

“It’s not that, I didn’t–ah!”

Jiho’s body jerked. Dojin focused on the spot he’d just grazed.

“You like it here? Right here?”

“Ah, ngh, mmph, mmm…”

“Shhh. You’re leaking sounds.”

Jiho trembled and bit down on Dojin’s collar. Seeing how desperate he was to hold back his moans, Dojin felt torn between tormenting him more… and comforting him.

With slick sounds, Dojin thrust his fingers in and out, deep enough for small slaps to echo in the quiet room.

Only when Jiho’s muffled whimpers turned into sniffles did Dojin ease up.

“You want me inside?”

“Mmph… yeah…”

“Then should we go inside and finish this properly?”

“…Yeah…”

Sniff.

Jiho let go of Dojin’s collar and lifted his face from his neck.

When their eyes met, Jiho’s glistening with tears, Dojin smiled with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

Still buried in him up to the knuckles, Dojin carried him toward the bedroom. With every step, Jiho’s body bounced slightly in his arms.

“Mm, ngh, mmph…”

Dojin’s fingers nudged against Jiho’s prostate with shallow, teasing motions.

“You said I could be rough. Don’t regret it.”

Dojin kissed along Jiho’s flushed ear as he murmured low and husky.

Jiho seemed too overwhelmed with pleasure to even hear him.

‘Well… that’s fine.’

As they entered the bedroom, Dojin licked his lips and shut the door.

***

“Ugh… nngh…”

“It doesn’t hurt, right?”

“N-No, it doesn’t…”

Jiho squeezed his eyes shut as he answered. The mirror right in front of him made it easier to keep them closed, he figured shutting it all out would be better for his sanity.

Dojin, watching everything unfold through the reflection, smiled darkly.

“Then… can I put in the rest?”

“…? Y-You didn’t already…?”

“Of course not.”

Jiho cracked one eye open in shock, only to lock eyes with Dojin’s reflection in the mirror. The moment their gazes met, Jiho’s body flinched and stiffened.

Thrust–!

“…!”

At the same time Dojin yanked Jiho’s thighs toward him, he rammed his hips upward. The tip of Jiho’s flushed pink shaft, which had been twitching slightly, suddenly spurted a thin stream of cum.

The cloudy liquid splattered against the mirror. Dojin studied Jiho’s expression through the semen-streaked glass.

Despite his earlier worries, there was no pain in Jiho’s face.

On the contrary, his body clenched hard around Dojin’s cock, almost as if welcoming him. It convulsed in tight spasms. Dojin couldn’t hold back anymore, he resumed the movement of his hips that he had only briefly paused.

“You came too fast, don’t you think?”

“Ah! Ahh! Ahn! Nnngh!”

“I guess I’ll have to buy you eel tomorrow.”

“Haaah! Aah! Aaah!”

From that point on, they couldn’t hold a proper conversation. Dojin kept lifting Jiho’s body roughly and slamming it back down.

The bathroom filled with the sounds of the shower running, Jiho’s moans, Dojin’s ragged breathing, and the wet, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin.

The slight curve in Dojin’s tip jabbed, Jiho’s prostate again and again–pressing, rubbing, grinding.

That cock even reached places inside Jiho no one had ever touched before. He fell apart helplessly.

He had thought it couldn’t go any deeper, but Dojin kept thrusting in, somehow pushing farther each time.

Clear liquid oozed from the tip of Jiho’s own cock, now flushed red.

Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Jiho’s eyes welled with tears. Drool spilled from his parted lips, too much to swallow.

“Ahh! H-Hyung! Stop, stop! I’m gonna… I’m gonna come again…!”

“You just came.”

“No… no, that wasn’t it… not that…”

Jiho’s already-tight hole squeezed even harder, like it was trying to force Dojin’s cock out.

Dojin knew Jiho’s climax was near. And he understood exactly what kind of climax Jiho was talking about.

“Go ahead.”

“Hkk… ngh… ah!”

“It’s fine, we’re in the bathroom. Just come here.”

Dojin stepped a little closer to the mirror. Still buried inside, he drove himself in hard, pushing his thick length deep into the twitching, clenched hole.

Then, just as the head of his cock scraped firmly past Jiho’s swollen prostate.

“Aaahhnn…!”

A high-pitched, lewd moan spilled from Jiho’s mouth, different from any sound he’d made before.

At the same time, a clear stream shot from the tip of Jiho’s cock, arcing in a delicate curve.

Dojin laughed brightly, baring his fangs as he pounded into Jiho.

“Ah… ngh, stop… I… I’m still going…”

“Yeah? Still coming?”

Each time Dojin thrust deep inside, Jiho leaked a little more, tiny spurts matching the rhythm.

Embarrassed, Jiho squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head to the side. Dojin clicked his tongue and kissed Jiho’s cheek, coaxing him gently.

“Look forward. You should see this.”

“Nn, ah… I-I don’t want to…”

“Why not? Heh… Aren’t you curious? Don’t you want to see me come inside you?”

Jiho’s small shoulders trembled. Dojin’s words had clearly struck a chord.

He chuckled low in his throat and looked at Jiho’s reflection in the mirror.

“I think I’m about to come.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust

Dojin’s breathing grew ragged. In the mirror, Jiho rolled his eyes up slightly, watching everything directly.

Dojin realized Jiho was now switching his gaze between Dojin’s face and the cock slamming into him.

The rush of pleasure hit like a tidal wave. Dojin drove himself deep into the tight, hot passage.

“Ahhh…!”

“Kh…!”

The last of Jiho’s cum dripped limply from his softening cock.

Dojin looked down at him with a mix of satisfaction and hunger as he released a thick load deep into Jiho’s clenching inner walls.

At last, he pulled out slowly. Jiho shuddered at the sensation of the cock sliding free, dragging along his inner walls.

Plop–plop–

Once it slipped out completely, thick globs of semen spilled from the slightly gaping hole, dripping to the floor.

Dojin lifted Jiho into a better hold and scooped up some of the cum with his fingers, pushing it right back into the open hole.

“Keep it in, okay?”

“Nnngh… h-hyung…”

“We haven’t even started yet. You can’t let it dry out.”

Jiho’s face went pale. The words “haven’t even started yet” filled him with dread.

Dojin bit down lightly on Jiho’s ear.

“Or… should I just scoop it all out and fill you up with a fresh batch?”