JD 128

Hakyung frowned at the large amount of semen splattered across his chest. Muheon’s was thick, while his own was thin, and the contrast made it all the more embarrassing.

Naturally, Muheon delighted in marking Hakyung’s body. He rubbed his palm over the smooth, white chest, pausing occasionally to brush over a hardened nipple, which only encouraged him further.

“Oh… you’re so pretty.”

He pressed his lips to the come-smeared skin, and each time his tongue touched a nipple, Hakyung had to stifle a moan.

From experience, Hakyung knew Muheon wasn’t the type to stop if told “Don’t suck,” so it was better to surrender and let the pleasure wash over him.

And since he didn’t often get the chance to look down like this, he took full advantage, running his fingers through Muheon’s hair as much as he liked. It was just as soft and glossy as his beautiful, delicate scales.

The jet-black hair, untainted by dye, caught Hakyung’s eye.

After licking up every drop from Hakyung’s chest, Muheon wore the relaxed look of a beast after a satisfying hunt. With the upper half of Hakyung’s body fully ravished, it was time to enjoy the lower half.

Kneeling, Muheon grabbed Hakyung’s ankle again. It was the perfect size to fit neatly in one hand.

He placed a light kiss on the delicate arch, while his other hand reached around to Hakyung’s rear. Until now, his fingers had only circled the outside, but when they parted and slipped inside, Hakyung’s breath caught in his throat.

“Relax… it still just fingers.”

“Ugh… mm…”

At the gentle whisper, Hakyung nodded and tried to relax. But it wasn’t just pain or discomfort, it was also anticipation, and that made it harder to stay calm.

Muheon had to coax him open, stretching and stirring gently until the tension finally eased. It always took time, and today was no different.

Following Muheon’s instructions, Hakyung took a deep breath and rolled his hips, trying to match his rhythm. But it was clumsy, adorably so.

While Muheon worked steadily to open him up, he couldn’t help admiring Hakyung’s shy, awkward efforts. He might’ve been good at singing, but he was terribly cute when he was like this.

Muheon’s black eyes softened with affection. A smile tugged at his lips, even though his hands showed no mercy.

“Ahh… ngh…! Hurry… I told you before, ugh…”

Hakyung finally let out his frustration. You didn’t put it in when I asked, you just kept teasing me with your fingers and tongue…!

His eyes narrowed accusingly. Muheon found it adorable and kissed the corner of his eye, licking away the tears that had gathered there.

Savoring the salty taste on his tongue, Muheon finally guided his cock to Hakyung’s slick entrance.

The hole, loosened from all the finger and tongue work, was dripping with arousal, as though welcoming him.

“So much…”

Muheon scooped up what had run down between his cheeks and spread it over both his cock and Hakyung’s hole. It was immensely satisfying.

Fully aroused now, Muheon gave Hakyung’s small cock a fond stroke, then gripped his waist. Slowly, deliberately, he began to press in, the thick head spreading him open.

Hakyung didn’t dare blink, he didn’t want to miss a second of watching himself take Muheon inside.

“Ah…!” Huff…! Is it all in? Hah…?”

He was doing his best to take Muheon in, but it wasn’t easy. His body trembled, overwhelmed by the size and heat.

His thighs quivered, toes curled. And with every inch that sank deeper, Hakyung clung to Muheon more tightly, as if that would dull the pain.

“Yes, Kang Hakyung. It’s all in.”

“Mm…!”

He could feel the smooth ridges and the thick root flush against his skin. Muheon wasn’t lying. Lifting his head, Hakyung nuzzled his forehead against Muheon’s shoulder. That motion tightened his inner walls, making him clamp down hard.

Muheon grit his teeth at the sudden tightness. Biting down the urge to groan, he resisted the urge to retaliate, just barely.

“Do you like it that much? You’re clamping down like you won’t let go.”

“No, it’s—ugh—it’s good, I just…!”

It wasn’t something he could control. The tightening came on its own. With a tearful expression, Hakyung lowered his head and sighed.

Muheon gently rubbed his belly, a silent reward for enduring.

Hakyung gripped that hand with both of his own and whispered:

“Can I move now?”

At the shy request, Muheon gave a wide grin. He began thrusting with everything he’d held back. With each strong roll of his hips, Hakyung’s moans grew louder.

“Ahh… ngh!”

The pleasure overwhelmed him, shattering his thoughts. Even as his entire body shook, the image of Muheon above him—so aroused, so intense—burned itself into his mind.

That sight alone filled Hakyung with more satisfaction than any orgasm could.

He brought Muheon’s hand to his lips and kissed it gently, like a small bird offering its love.

Muheon stared, briefly taken aback by such pure affection. How could he be this adorable?

Swallowing down the flood of emotion, Muheon reached for Hakyung’s long leg.

Light.

He clicked his tongue. Even with all the herbal medicine, Hakyung’s body hadn’t filled out, it had only gotten more active. Muheon didn’t like it.

After all this, he was going to fatten Hakyung up properly. Feed him, spoil him, keep him home and safe. Part of it was possessiveness, more than half, really.

But for now, he focused on the present. He placed Hakyung’s ankle over his shoulder.

With the new angle, Hakyung’s moans changed. They deepened, more raw, more desperate. Muheon admired his expressions, then began thrusting harder.

“Ahh… hah…!”

With his legs now over one shoulder, Muheon twisted his hips slightly and grabbed him tightly. The reddened hole, stretched to the limit, looked like it could tear at any moment.

He pressed his finger to where his cock was sliding in and out.

If I add more… will it tear?

His thoughts wandered. Then, without hesitation, he pressed his thumb in alongside it.

“No… ugh…!” I’m gonna tear…!

Hakyung, who could see everything from his raised position, cried out. Just handling one was already too much, now he was trying to put in more?

He could only take it because of the special gel. There was no way something this big could go in otherwise.

“It’s not tearing though.”

“Hnn…!”

“It stretches just fine… sigh. You’re driving me mad.”

Muheon wanted to add another finger, but he held back. He thought of Hakyung’s slim body and delicate stamina and stopped himself.

I’ll have to get more of that jelly from Dok Gojin, he thought. He lifted Hakyung and sat him on his thigh.

The new position drew another moan from his lips. Muheon caressed his mouth, now only spilling the prettiest sounds, then gripped his waist and began rocking him.

Lifted and lowered in his arms, Hakyung was too consumed by pleasure to think clearly.

It was a dizzying pleasure, so intense that the world could have flipped and he wouldn’t have cared. He clung tightly, not wanting even the smallest gap between them.

Between their genitals, fluid leaked, semen or something else, it was impossible to tell. The chaos of their joined bodies left no room for anything else.

Hakyung scratched and stroked Muheon’s firm back, growling like a little beast. His head steamed with heat, breath sharp and ragged.

Muheon kissed the top of his slightly damp head. A strange sense of satisfaction bloomed, just from the fact that they could breathe together like this.

From his shoulders down, Muheon’s upper body was covered in black scales. They gleamed like polished stone, rising from smooth, pale skin, and shining only for his mate.