JD 56

Some of the lube that Hakyung brought were already used up, and the rest were almost gone. It wasn’t because they used that much, but because Muheon had excessively applied them just in case Hakyung might get hurt.

As a result, the bed sheets were so soaked it was like they’d been dropped in water, and Hakyung had to splash around like a baby playing with textures.

“Ha, ugh…! It won’t come out…!”

Muheon, with his penis inserted into his hole, focused more on touching Haekyung’s penis with his hands than on thrusting.

Several times, Hakyung gasped and told Muheon to let go, but the man didn’t even listen. He just kept rubbing and stroking his cock.

Even so, it was impossible to escape from the boss. Not only were his excessively strained legs trembling and unable to bear weight, but he was also completely immobilised, with the boss’s member still inside him.

“Ugh, mm…! Why aren’t you moving, huh…?”

“I’ll do it even if you don’t rush me.”

In a situation where only pain was felt front and back, Hakyung groaned and asked. Then, Muheon let out a small laugh and began to gently twist his waist. When he realized that his hand was in the way, he released his grip on Hakyung’s cock.

He was finally free. Hakyung breathed a small sigh of relief. Muheon thrust his hips hard, and he felt a burning, stinging sensation in his lower abdomen where he had only felt a dull ache.

He exhaled, but his eyes squeezed shut. He choked on his own breath. Hakyung’s lips turned blue. Seeing that, Muheon carefully licked his lips with his tongue.

Of course, his waist movements that had started again didn’t stop.

Muheon gazed at Hakyung’s pale cheeks with eyes darker than before. Kang Hakyung, enduring pain he had never experienced in his life, simply because he had embraced him.

That sight was both pitiful and enchanting at the same time.

A short groan escaped Muheon’s lips as he felt Kang Hakyung’s hands all over his head.

“Haa, ugh……!”

“Hmph, B-Boss……!”

The burning and exhilarating sensations continued to stimulate Hakyung’s tear ducts. The man’s glans, which had penetrated deeper than before, relentlessly pressed against the spot Hakyung was feeling.

There was no space where his genitals did not touch. Every time Muheon moved his waist, Hakyung swayed helplessly, and each time, he sought out the boss.

He was the one who mercilessly thrusting into his hole but it was Muheon he had to cling to.

His head was spinning, and a clear fluid flowed along his genitals. Hakyung, not even knowing what he was saying, just called out for his lover loudly.

“Ah, ugh…! There, it’s strange…!”

“It’s probably a good thing.”

“I don’t know, ugh!”

The pale hands that had been wandering over the man’s back and neck gripped the bed sheet tightly. The pleasure that surged like a wave was closer to fear. Hakyung couldn’t even close his mouth, struggling to breathe.

A squelching sound rang out from the junction of their bodies. Combined with their moans, the room was filled with obscenity.

Every time Muheon’s waist moved, his other cock kept pressing down on Hakyung’s small penis. Just when he thought he had finally escaped, he realised he wasn’t completely free yet.

Hakyung glanced down at the thick and heavy penis pressing against his own. The lack of pubic hair made the veiny penis stand out starkly. As if entranced, Hakyung moved his hand to grasp both the man’s and his own penis.

Goosebumps rose as their hot bodies rubbed against each other.

“Squeeze it tightly.”

Muheon commanded in a low voice. Hakyung tried to exert force to his fingers as per his instructions. However, it was not an easy task due to the various liquids pouring out from both of them.

Still, even as they ejaculated Hakyung didn’t let go of their cocks, and Muheon kissed the river dolphin in praise. Then, as the excitement intensified, he gritted his teeth.

Feeling even that as a pleasure, Hakyung trembled as he looked up at the boss.

Muheon’s shook his waist as he sank his teeth once more in a place already covered with marks

As Hakyung’s eyes fluttered weakly, dazed from his intense first experience, Muheon gently patted his bottom.

With a half-lidded gaze, Hakyung mumbled,

“If you were going to baby me like this… why’d you go so hard earlier?”

“I didn’t go that hard.”

“I really thought I was going to die… but it felt just as good.”

“You thought you were gonna die?”

“Yeah… it hurt, I was all over the place, and you were totally gone…”

Even for a couple, Hakyung was saying some wild things without a filter—as if completely unaware he’d just accused his much older boyfriend of going feral. But he was still half-asleep.

Muheon’s lips slowly curled up. He amused himself asking little questions, enjoying Hakyung’s drowsy babble. Normally a blunt talker anyway, Hakyung was especially unfiltered in this state.

And since Muheon knew he was the reason Hakyung was so worn out, he simply nodded and murmured along to everything he said.

Eventually, Hakyung’s babbling tapered off, and his eyelids finally closed. Seemingly bothered by the damp sheets even in his sleep, he wriggled his way toward Muheon’s cool body.

Letting him rest against his chest, Muheon waited until he had fully drifted off before moving carefully. If he slept like this, they’d both catch cold. And as it was, Hakyung would already be groaning with muscle pain tomorrow.

Muheon gently cleaned him up, taking care not to wake him, then lifted his small body to move him to another room.

***

“…Huh?”

He remembered falling asleep in that dazzling room, but when he opened his eyes, the surroundings looked just like the dorm.

Startled, Hakyung tried to sit up—only to be gently pressed down by a familiar hand. It was Muheon.

“Boss.”

His voice came out hoarse, like he had a sore throat. A strong vocal cord had always been the pride of any river dolphin, but right now it was cracked and dry.

Clearing his throat with a cough, he tried to recover, but a glass of water was held out to him. Of course, it was Muheon who had brought it. Hakyung took it gratefully and drank it in big gulps. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was.

“Anything else hurting?”

Even the way he drank water seemed adorable to Muheon, who gently stroked his hair. At that affectionate voice, Hakyung’s lips melted into a dopey smile.

He nuzzled his forehead against Muheon’s chest and murmured, “I’m fine.”

The wave of embarrassment hit right after, making the blowhole of his head twitch.

“Are you okay, though?” he asked. “Doesn’t your back hurt?”

They’d gone at it like crazy. Was Muheon’s lower back alright? At Hakyung’s concern, Muheon gave a small chuckle. Every time his chest muscles twitched from laughter, Hakyung’s heart thumped in response.

“I’m fine. Worry about yourself.”

“I’m fine too! I’m not some weak river dolphin, okay?”

Fully awake now, the dolphin bragged cheerfully. He’d completely forgotten how he’d whined in his sleep last night about how scary and painful it was.

Still, Muheon humored him again. If Kang Hakyung said so, then it was true.

“…Though my butt and, um, that part still kinda sting.”

Smiling bashfully, Hakyung confessed the truth in the end. He was a little proud that the only lingering effect of taking Muheon’s massive equipment was a bit of stinging—no doubt thanks to all the items he’d brought.

“But why were you so calm about it all? You barely even flinched…”

Muheon had been wondering. Back then, he’d been so aroused just by the fact that Hakyung didn’t run away, he hadn’t thought too hard—but it definitely wasn’t a common reaction.

Lifting his chin, Hakyung replied,

“Because I didn’t just bring supplies—I mentally prepared myself for sex with you too.”

“Mental prep…?”

“Porn.”

He began listing all the videos he’d watched. Specifically ones featuring beastmen. He’d seen all kinds of parts and anatomies. Just thinking of the titles, there were quite a few.

Hakyung ticked them off on his fingers as he spoke.

“There were ones with spiky tips, ones that puffed up like fists, ones that swelled inside…”

“Enough. Why the hell’d you watch all those other guys’ cocks so seriously.”

Annoyance clear in his voice, Muheon tapped Hakyung’s lips. The small mouth twitched, then opened again.

“Are you jealous, boss?”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

“But yours is the best, right? Two of ‘em.”

Making a V with his fingers, Hakyung grinned smugly. Muheon scowled, then burst into laughter anyway.