EIP 27

Unsure who was the first to break the suffocating kiss, their lips and tongues finally separated with a wet, sticky sound. Yong Jin brushed away a strand of hair stuck to Zhou Jun’s eyelid, then kissed his eyelashes. The force below had lessened, the testicles pressing against his reddened entrance, grinding unhurriedly. That patch of dark hair rubbed against the flesh there, causing a fine, itchy sensation.
Zhou Jun covered his eyes with the back of his hand, his body shamelessly enjoying the pleasure. He had always been like this, insatiably greedy for the pleasure brought by sex. That greed was like sugar that could never be eaten enough, but Yong Jin wasn’t sugar. He was like a throat-burning liquor, sliding down and searing its way into the stomach, a blazing heat that brought tears and sweat, leaving a powerful aftertaste.

Yong Jin pressed down on him, pulling his hand away to kiss his mouth. Zhou Jun turned his head away, but Yong Jin dissatisfiedly gripped his chin and turned it back. Yong Jin’s gaze scanned his face meticulously, asking, “Your reaction is better than that time.”

Zhou Jun’s eyes flew open. He did recall some fragments from that time with Yong Jin. But they were just images, without any understanding of the cause or aftermath. He didn’t understand when he had ended up in bed with Yong Jin, didn’t understand how he had been fucked, and didn’t know how it had ended.

Yong Jin pulled Zhou Jun up, making him sit on him. The thick member invaded firmly, followed by a rapid series of thrusts. Amidst the full-body trembling and pleasure, he struggled to say, “That… that time, when was… ah, you bastard.” Yong Jin frowned, making an ambiguous sound, and grabbed his buttocks, knee-walking a few steps to press him against the headboard. He pulled out forcefully, then thrust in hard. Zhou Jun twisted his body, bending his legs in resistance. A “no” got stuck in his throat, only managing to pitifully release the second half of the sound after a long moment.

Yong Jin continually pressed on him, both hands prying open his thigh roots, his waist firmly wedged between, thrusting upwards. Like captured prey, Zhou Jun’s legs were spread apart, and when it got too intense, he had to reach out to embrace the hunter’s neck, biting the other’s earlobe, angrily and urgently asking him to be gentler.

His ass was slammed hard against the red wood of the headboard, leaving behind two damp imprints. As the root of Yong Jin’s cock withdrew, the soft flesh followed. The heat faded momentarily, only to return again and again with the next collision. That endless rhythm mirrored the grinding inside his body, a beast gnawing its way through him inch by inch.

Zhou Jun had already been fucked until his entire body went soft, pliant like fruit on the edge of rot. A crimson flush spread over his skin. He was flipped over, pressed against the headboard. His ass was raised high, shoulders forced down. One arm was gripped tightly behind his back. Liquid slid slowly down the insides of his thighs, soaking his knees. When he was entered again, he let out a short, helpless cry. It was the sound of a small animal, pushed past his limits.

Yong Jin’s dark eyes stared at Zhou Jun’s waist. There were several finger marks on it, and those gripping and kneading marks weren’t just on the waist, but also on the buttocks, chest, and even a few on the neck and cheeks. He embedded him, but ceased his movements. However, the person beneath him seemed to misunderstand, thinking the final horn had already sounded.

Zhou Jun slowly moved, his knees trembling as he crawled forward. The feeling of that thing gradually withdrawing from his body was torturous. His sweat dripped down again, seeping into oval-shaped marks on the sheets. He grabbed the pillow but who knew that halfway through his escape, he would be fiercely caught and pulled back, his buttocks colliding loudly with the man’s hips, so loud that Zhou Jun couldn’t help but choke out a sound, very weakly, wanting to cry again.

He was drenched in sweat, the depression along his spine becoming a sensual curve due to the twisting of his waist. The light from the headboard fell on his back, half-bright and half-dark, higlighting the small dimples above his ass, which held a few glistening beads of sweat. After thrusting in heavily, Yong Jin slowed his assault. He restrained one of Zhou Jun’s arms with one hand, while the other brushed away Zhou Jun’s hair, looking at his profile in the warm light. Zhou Jun’s reddened earlobe peeked out from the messy hair, and Yong Jin leaned down to catch that pink bit of ear flesh between his teeth.

He heard Zhou Jun whimpering softly in a mixture of pain and pleasure, snorting through his nose. Zhou Jun opened his mouth to cry, but then bit his lip in an attempt to restrain himself. But the rhythm resumed. Yong Jin released his arm to grip his waist with both hands and began thrusting again.

As soon as his hand was freed, Zhou Jun crossed his arms and buried his face deep within them. His panting could no longer be suppressed. Before long, when he was fiercely worked over, he would cry out once, the sound muffled by his arms and the bedding beneath. But it could still be heard, just like the glistening moisture coating the shaft as it withdrew, all of it impossible to hide.

The curve of his ass rose from his waist and hips, the hard and hot cock repeatedly ramming his inside, sometime fast, sometime slow. When thrust into harshly, the tight passage would clench around that hardness and quiver a couple times, squeezing out some viscous liquid that stretched into long strands, never breaking despite the intense collisions. Until more liquid flowed down along those strands, all splashing onto the bed sheets.

Zhou Jun was pulled up again, his front arching away as if in retreat, but his buttocks and face pressed tightly against the man behind him. His thighs were stacked on top of another pair of sturdy legs as he sat back on Yong Jin’s body. His thigh roots stretched open, the thrusting never ceasing, constantly ravaging his insides.

Yong Jin’s hands roughly explored his chest; his nipples had long since been swollen, rolling around in the man’s coarse palms, becoming increasingly painful. Yong Jin had obsessively kissed him, his tongue was as domineering as the man himself, stirring Zhou Jun until he was dizzy. Several moans, almost like sobs, rolled out between their tightly pressed lips. Yong Jin’s arms locked tightly around his shoulders, thrusting even more fiercely below.

The tide of passion surged within his body, wave upon wave, about to reach its peak. The high-frequency impacts against his sensitive spots left Zhou Jun’s barely touch member swollen and painful. That thing swung in front of him, its reddened tip constantly leaking fluid. The bed sheet beneath them was almost ruined, chaotically twisted into a bundle, wrinkled and stained all over.

The climax hit him all at once, pushing him to his peak, yet the movements from behind didn’t stop. Every inch of his passage was spasming, physiologically clenching tight, almost squeezing Yong Jin out. Zhou Jun instinctively clamped his thighs together, but he couldn’t close his legs. They were wedged apart by Yong Jin’s knees. The forceful invasion inside him continued, very powerfully squeezing into his climaxing passage, fiercely impacting.

Zhou Jun was no longer aware of what he was doing. He grabbed at the bed sheets, his voice filled with sobs. That bit of a struggle was mercilessly suppressed. Yong Jin held him tightly, pressing him back onto the bed. His legs were spread wide, pinned down from behind, penetrated even more fiercely. With the bed in front and a person behind, he was sandwiched in between, with nowhere to escape. The pleasure inside his body that had yet to subside was stirred up again.

Zhou Jun clutched at the bed sheets, grunting out in distress, until towards the end he was both crying and panting. When Yong Jin thrust in again, penetrating extremely deep and ejaculating, Zhou Jun threw his head back, his lower half also intermittently releasing quite a bit of semen. As that intense tide of passion gradually subsided, he collapsed heavily onto the bed. Instinctively, he tightened his ass, clenching around that hot, hard cock inside.