VSP 122

Dogyeong never rushed, but even though he’d loosened him up, the hole clamped down so tightly it proved this wasn’t an organ meant for this kind of activity in the first place. The entrance, already stretched taut without a single wrinkle, was precariously tight. If he’d hurried even a little, it felt like it would tear.

“It hur…”

Sejun, about to reflexively say it hurt, bit his lips. It hurts, of course it hurts! How could it not hurt with something that massive going in!

Since he’d already made up his mind to do it, whining about the pain would only drag out the moment. It was better to endure it in times like this.

Not only the acts from the car last time, but everything in the bathroom today had felt so good, yet that good memory evaporated in an instant from the pain.

He’d only pushed in halfway, but Sejun was already breaking out in beads of sweat. The tears pricking at the corners of his eyes were a bonus.

“Ha.”

It was tough for Dogyeong too. The pressure clamping down like it would cut him off was no joke from the entrance onward.

“Seo Sejun, relax.”

“How… am I supposed to relax, you bastard?”

If he relaxed, it felt like he’d tear right open. Sejun shook his head vigorously, meaning it was impossible. No, this won’t work.

As if forgetting when he had been all languid, tension flooded every inch of his body now.

Dogyeong quietly looked at Sejun’s eyes, brimming with tears from the pain, then lowered his head.

With a wet sound, their tongues intertwined. The kiss was sticky and deep, as if he was trying to soothe Sejun, then dipped his head to suck and nibble on the chest that had gotten a good reaction last time.

“Uh, mm.”

As he touched the spots Sejun liked, the tension began to slowly drain from his body. Each time, the thick cock inched its way deeper, ever so slightly.

If it were up to him, he’d kick Dogyeong away right now and refuse, saying he absolutely couldn’t. But seeing the guy patiently caressing him step by step instead of just shoving in made it impossible to do so.

You bastard, ambiguously considerate bastard, annoying bastard…

His dick, which had been erect earlier, wilted as if it had never been. Sejun started sniffling. If not for the warm way he tenderly kissed the tear-streaked corners of his eyes, Sejun wouldn’t have held back and would’ve kicked Dogyeong away.

“Ah, mm…”

After a long while, when both were drenched in sweat, Sejun finally felt something coarse brush against his ass and realized Dogyeong had buried his cock all the way to the root inside him.

It felt like his stomach would burst.

It couldn’t be, but somehow it seemed like his lower belly was bulging out in the shape of Dogyeong’s cock. His vision spun.

“I heard guys have a spot that feels really good too.”

Dogyeong prodded inside at a different angle. Just that made Sejun bite his lips from the pain. He tried to relax his body, but the moment he did, the crisis of his hole tearing wide open made it impossible.

“Seo Sejun, don’t bite your lips. …I’ll move slowly. Tell me if it hurts.”

“…It hurts right now.”

“Should I not move?”

He seemed ready to actually stop if told. Even though it must be hard for him too.

Seriously, Cha Dogyeong. Why are you so uncharacteristically gentle?

Thinking that, Sejun recalled that Dogyeong had actually been gentle with him for a while now and bit his lips.

“…No.”

In the end, as Sejun shook his head, Dogyeong tenderly kissed those lips and began to move a little. He pulled his hips back. The sensation of the mucous membrane being dragged along was vivid.

He withdrew just a tiny bit, then thrust back in. Withdrew a bit more, then thrust again.

It wasn’t intense movement, but thanks to the gel on the condom, wet sounds came from below, and his body rocked back and forth. The slow swaying, like crossing a calm sea on a lone sailboat, felt excruciatingly unreal.

Me, really having sex with Cha Dogyeong.

Sejun thought as he rocked with a dazed expression. It was painful and grueling enough to make him wonder if all the good parts up till now had been a dream, but anyway, he was having sex with Dogyeong.

And in a form he couldn’t have imagined when he first got that ridiculous mission to “eat Cha Dogyeong.”

In a way that filled his heart so much more, being thoroughly considered while having sex.

Feeling a little uplifted, Sejun, who had been groaning, wrapped his limp legs around Dogyeong’s waist.

It was when the thing diligently poking around here and there to find Sejun’s sensitive spot stabbed deep into one particular point.

“Uh, hng!”

The eye-searing stimulation caused Sejun to moan and hug Dogyeong’s neck tightly.

“Ugh!”

Dogyeong grimaced at the sudden arms pulling him in and the hole clamping down.

Their gazes met. Sejun wore a bewildered expression, his red tongue slightly peeking out. Watching him pant like he’d eaten something spicy, Dogyeong smiled without realizing it.

Ah, found it.

Dogyeong sucked on that tempting tongue, drawing it in fully, then swallowed Sejun’s lips whole in a deep, sticky kiss. In response to that intense stimulation, he grabbed Sejun’s ankles, which had fallen away from his waist. He kissed the sweat-slicked, smooth knees and smiled with crinkled eyes.

“Sejun-hyung, I’m gonna move now.”

“……?”

Looking down at the bewildered face that seemed to say, “Weren’t you already moving?” Dogyeong slowly pulled his cock out about halfway, then—unlike the leisurely pace up till now—swiftly thrust it back in deep. Right at the spot where Sejun felt it most.

In that instant, Sejun felt stars exploding before his eyes.

“Ahh!”

Sejun’s head fell back. As the back of his head hit the soft pillow, he buried his face in it. As if seeking some escape route.

But that was no exit. With nowhere to run, Sejun’s insides, much like their owner, floundered in confusion; clamping down on Dogyeong’s deep intrusion.

The hole wasn’t fully relaxed yet, so the movement was still tight, but seeing Sejun’s wilted dick gradually regaining strength, Dogyeong didn’t hesitate anymore.

Forgetting he’d ever moved so shallowly, Dogyeong pulled his cock all the way out until just the tip was barely hanging on. Shocked by the sensation of the thing buried deep inside withdrawing all at once, Sejun lifted his head.

“Wait! Wai—ahk!”

Sejun tried to push Dogyeong’s body away, but he paid no mind and thrust back in to the root. The squelching sound of flesh sticking together was loud.

“What’s with the ‘wait’? When you’re feeling it this much.”

Dogyeong clicked his tongue. When it hurt, he’d accommodated Sejun’s wishes as much as possible, but now that he was feeling good, there was no need.

“Hm? You’re hard down there, and your nipples are perked up too. So cute.”

As Dogyeong rocked his hips and reached out to tug on the nipple that had swollen plump from his earlier diligent sucking and biting, Sejun flinched and glared at him with watery eyes.

“You, you bastard, to your hyung…!”

“Yeah, our Sejun-hyung is cute.”

As expected, that glare didn’t faze Dogyeong. Instead, it was Sejun who took the hit from the overly saccharine term “our Sejun-hyung.”

This is driving me crazy, did Cha Dogyeong eat something wrong? The kid must be broken somewhere. His sweetness level was way too high today…

“Ah! Mm.”

It wasn’t just Sejun who felt the other was sweet.

Dogyeong loved how Sejun’s eyes went hazy and unfocused with just a little poke at his favorite spot, and the sweet moans escaping from his lips.

He loved the tight hole that relaxed when pulling out but welcomed him with a seductive clamp when thrusting in, so much so that it was hard to believe this was his first time.

He loved the chest that responded so prettily every time he sucked it once or bit with his teeth.

Dogyeong regretfully eyed the nipples that had swollen plump like beans by now and opened his mouth.

“What a shame, hyung.”

“Wh-what, hng!”

“If only milk came out.”

That earned him a horrified stare. Dogyeong laughed at the innocent face that seemed to say, “How can you say something so vulgar?” Our hyung is so naive, how’s he gonna handle the future?

He hadn’t even started the dirty talk yet, and this reaction already had him excited for what was to come. Hiding that thought, Dogyeong kissed him again. Their lips met for who knows how many times today, still just as sweet.

“Hng, mm…”

“Haa…”

The squelching, wet friction sounds continued. Seeing Sejun’s cock, now fully erect again, pitifully swaying in the air, Dogyeong reached out and gripped it in his hand.

It was a respectable size, but sadly, it wouldn’t have a chance to show off that size anywhere else from now on.

Dogyeong stroked the cock up and down with his hand. With the already unbearable stimulation continuing from behind, adding the front made it even harder to endure, and Sejun frantically shook his head.