SWY 87

“W, wait….”

Sharhan didn’t even have time to stop him before the tip pushed inside, spreading his entrance wide once again. Thanks to all the prep and oil, it was definitely easier than yesterday.

His hole accepted the thick cock without the same tightness, taking it in rather smoothly, but it still hurt. The feeling of being stretched to the limit sent a shiver down his spine, and it was as if something sharp was tearing through his insides. As Sharhan instinctively tensed, every muscle in his body stiffened.

“Shan, relax.”

Lestel gently stroked his tense thigh.

“Do you think that’s something I can just, hah, do on command? You should’ve at least said something before you–ahk! Y, you bastard!”

Lestel exhaled sharply, grabbed Sharhan’s hips, and thrust all the way in to the base in one go. Sharhan’s body trembled as it took in something so absurdly large it was hard to believe it belonged to a human. Lestel looked down at him, watching Sharhan shake down to his jaw, and smiled.

“I’ll make you lose your mind in no time.”

“What nonsense are you–hah! Ah, ahhk!”

Lestel slowly pulled back his cock and deliberately dragged the broad tip over Sharhan’s sweet spot. Pleasure hit so intensely his fingers trembled.

Having something so big buried inside was suffocating, and his stretched entrance ached and burned. But whenever Lestel’s cock hit a certain spot, sharp waves of pleasure and arousal surged through him, it was unbearable.

While Sharhan struggled, caught between pain and pleasure, Lestel was slowly losing his mind in the rising tide of satisfaction and heat. He pushed back his damp hair with a frustrated swipe and began to move in earnest.

Gripping Sharhan’s waist hard enough to blanch the skin, he slammed into him again and again. Each time, Sharhan’s flat stomach bulged visibly with the shape of his cock.

“Honey, the way your stomach bulges every time I slam into you is so filthy and hot.”

“Ah, ahhk!”

“Touch it.”

Lestel guided Sharhan’s hand to his stomach. Sharhan instinctively felt around, and just like Lestel said, what should’ve been flat was rounded out. When Lestel pulled back, it flattened. When he thrust in, it bulged again.

It felt weird. It made his skin crawl. But he couldn’t stop touching it.

When Sharhan pressed on his own lower belly, Lestel let out a groan. The tightness was already mind-numbing, and now with the added pressure, the pleasure was overwhelming.

“The thought that someone else might’ve seen this before me makes me want to lose my fucking mind.”

And he wasn’t just saying it, his eyes were wild. Sharhan, panting, looked up into those dark green eyes, deeper than usual. He couldn’t even form a response, Lestel’s cock was thrusting in and out of him so fast his mind went blank.

All Sharhan could do was moan. And yet, even in his dazed state, a question hovered in his head. He hadn’t felt this much before, was this jealousy?

“Hahh… ahhk!”

With each harsh thrust, the sound of his inner walls stretching echoed lewdly. He could feel the slippery cock scraping and stirring his insides, each time, the pleasure pulled him in deeper.

His entrance burned like it had been split open, and whether it was the oil or his loosened walls, the joining of their bodies produced obscene sounds that embarrassed him, but not enough to overpower the pleasure.

“Fuck, do you know how long I held back? I’ll never forgive the bastard who made you leave me.”

“W, what are you–ahk! Y, yeah. Right there, do it more!”

“You like it, honey?”

Lestel bent down and licked Sharhan’s open mouth, swollen from moaning. Then he started thrusting harder. The louder their bodies smacked together, the louder the lewd noises got.

He thrust in with such force it felt like he might stuff even his balls inside, then pulled out rapidly, scraping his cock along the inner walls. Each time, his heavy balls slapped noisily against Sharhan’s perineum.

‘Shit, I’m going crazy from how good this feels.’

He never wanted to pull out. Rational thought had completely vanished, and only desire remained, a desperate urge to stay buried inside Sharhan forever. The more pleasure built, the more consumed he was by the image of someone else having seen Sharhan like this first.

“Y, yeah. Hah!”

“Honey, how do I compare to the guys you’ve fucked before? I’m better, right?”

He didn’t have much experience, but when it came to strength, stamina, and especially size, he was confident.

“Why do you keep, hah! Being jealous?”

“Of course I’m jealous. Someone else saw you like this before me, looking this dirty and sexy.”

“And you!”

“What about me?”

“You fucked someone else before me too!”

Even though Lestel was already buried deep, Sharhan found himself wishing he’d go deeper. He wrapped his legs around Lestel’s waist in protest.

“So what? Wait… are you jealous too?”

“Jealous? Don’t be stupid. I’m just pissed. Who are you to judge, when you’ve been a slut too?”

“…Come to think of it, there’s something I didn’t ask. You got pissy earlier when Simon and I talked about something you didn’t know, right?”

Sharhan flinched. He thought Lestel hadn’t noticed, but the bastard had just waited to strike.

“W, what nonsense….”

“Is it not true?”

“It’s not! Quit talking crap and move your hips already. This is gonna go cold if you keep stalling.”

“Your cock’s still standing tall, and your hole is gripping mine like it won’t let go. Don’t worry about that. Just answer me. Is it really not true?”

Lestel didn’t move. He just stayed buried inside, gently rubbing at the joining point. The thick cock pressed hard against Sharhan’s sensitive walls, and though it felt good, it wasn’t enough.

Sharhan glared up at him, annoyed, and instinctively clenched down. The moment his inner walls squeezed tightly around him, Lestel’s face twisted, and he groaned.

“I said it’s not true!”

“Ngh–where the hell did you learn to do shit like this?”

“Just move already.”

“If you want it, I’ll give it to you. But from now on, you’re only sleeping with me. Got it? I swear, if you ever push me to the edge again, I’ll really lose it.”

Lestel bit Sharhan’s lower lip and resumed thrusting. His cock plunged in hard enough to crush his insides.

It felt like the tip was reaching all the way up to his throat, and Sharhan’s toes, still wrapped around Lestel’s waist, trembled.

“Haah, hahk!”

“Answer me, honey. I know we were apart before, but from now on, it’s just me. Got it?”

“F, fine. I got it, so–ahh, hahk!”

Satisfied with Sharhan’s reply, Lestel began pounding him with even more intensity. He gripped Sharhan’s hips so tightly they turned white and slammed into him like he was trying to break him. Each thrust shoved Sharhan’s body slightly up the bed.

“God, your body feels so good, Shan. I never want to pull out. Can’t we just stay joined like this forever, even during the day?”

“You crazy bastard! That’s not even–ahh!”

Sharhan tried to smack some sense into him, but the moment he lifted his arm, Lestel caught his wrist and thrust his tip right into that sweet spot.

The blunt head rubbed and stabbed at that sensitive place, sending Sharhan over the edge. His vision went white. The overwhelming climax hit hard.

Sharhan threw his head back and came in several thick spurts. Some of it splashed onto Lestel’s chin.

Unbothered, Lestel stuck out his tongue and licked up the semen, all while continuing to thrust. He was nearing his own release. Even after Sharhan came, his insides didn’t loosen, they kept squeezing and relaxing around him.

“Shan, honey.”

Calling his name, Lestel thrust in hard after pulling all the way out. The oil he had spread inside made everything slick and hot, as if it had been waiting just for him.

He held back his urge to flood Sharhan’s insides once, but only once. With one final thrust that spread Sharhan’s tight walls wide, Lestel spilled his seed deep inside.

He stayed there, basking in the afterglow as Sharhan shuddered, his pupils blown wide. He could feel the hot release soaking his insides. Lestel’s cock, which had started to soften, slowly began to harden again, pushing insistently at Sharhan’s inner walls.

“W, wait… why are you getting hard again?!”