Since it wasn’t inside my anus, surrounded by delicate membrane, he didn’t control his speed. Every time he thrust in and out quickly, as if pounding down from above, I had to bite my lip at the sensation of our penises brushing and rubbing against each other. More, I wanted to apply even stronger pressure to my genitals, and my shoulders twisted with desire.
The rebound of his testicles slapping against the area around my anus each time his penis stabbed in was just as hard to bear. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack-thwack… Just from the sensation of their elastic weight hitting the cleft of my ass, I could picture his scrotum, swinging back and forth, being crushed and mashed between him and me.
Only the point of entry was different; the weight of him pressing down from above, the resulting tremors, the tickling in my lower abdomen, and the spasms in my fingertips and toes…. The whole situation wasn’t much different from when he was actually inside me. If anything, the thickness and heat of his penis brushing against my skin, its wet texture, felt even more distinct between my thighs.
A large amount of pre-cum dripped from his penis onto my own penis and pubic hair, and further back, it flowed past my testicles and groin and over my anus. My body was so sensitive that I could vividly feel the path it traced over my skin.
It wasn’t his genitals, not even my anus, but just by thrusting between my thighs, he was already driving me to the brink of ejaculation.
Gasping as if I couldn’t breathe, I fumbled for his hands, which were pressing down on my thighs from either side, and grabbed them.
“Hah, hh… hhk….”
My wet gaze sought his, as if pleading. I didn’t even know if I was pleading for him to stop or for him to push me harder, simply leaving the judgment up to him.
His head remained lowered, but he lifted his eyes to look at me, a slight smile gracing his face, which was beginning to bead with sweat.
“What if… while we’re doing this… I slip and accidentally go inside?”
He pulled his penis back and tilted his head, peering closely at my perineum.
“Oh… you’re already so wet… this could be dangerous.”
“…Hht!”
My head snapped back at the sudden touch to my anus. I squeezed his hands tightly and rubbed the back of my head against the bare mattress.
His touch, pressing firmly around the entrance, was devoid of any sexual nuance, as if he were merely diagnosing my condition. And for some reason I couldn’t comprehend, that very fact made it all the more humiliating. Not the kind of humiliation that makes you want to storm out of the room.
Because I knew there was no way he wasn’t aroused as he fiddled with my wet anus.
That by feigning complete indifference to my moans and my gnawing lips, he was only disrupting the balance of arousal between us to maximize the sexual tension.
Deliberately smearing his fluid-drenched hand widely over my anus, he furrowed his brow slightly. Then he pulled my hand, which was clutching his, downward.
“Look at this. You’re completely soaked, you see? Look how much you’ve leaked….”
Forcing my hand to smear the fluid around my own anus, he kept his aroused eyes fixed below.
“Th-that’s… because of you, Director…!”
My face flushed, I craned my neck and struggled to pull my hand away. It was his pre-cum that had gotten me wet, but his words, making it sound as if it were my own secretions, were so mortifying… I wanted to stop him somehow.
His gaze turned to me. His eyes were blazing, detached from the everyday. Whether he lost his grip or let go, I didn’t know, but as soon as my hand was free, a single finger joint pushed abruptly inside me.
“Ugh…!”
I flinched at the sudden entry, but it wasn’t from pain. Even I could feel there was no resistance.
With one knuckle still inside me, he pushed my knees outward, leaned down deep, and kissed me. In his eyes, so close to mine, there was something like joy, accompanied by a faint madness.
“That’s right. I made you this wet…. You’re leaking like this, all wet, because of me. It’s my fault.”
He moved his finger shallowly in and out, his eyes darting between mine. They were urgent, as if searching for something, yet at the same time lax, as if lost in ecstasy.
Mixed with the strong perfume I had smelled at first, ‘that scent’ was growing stronger. The scent that bloomed from his bare skin, like a fragrance that had seeped into his skin and under his nails from long use. To inhale that scent, which seemed more distant and hazy than usual, I greedily flared my nostrils and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He tilted his head, pressing his lips to mine and slipping his tongue inside. I accepted it, as if I had become quite adept by now, and rubbed my own tongue against the wet membrane of his.
Below, as his finger repeated its entry and retreat, more pre-cum flowed into my anus, and slick, squelching sounds escaped from both above and below.
I finally had to face the part of myself that wanted something deeper, a pressure and a shaking that would shatter me. With the gentle insertion of a single finger joint, I could no longer be destroyed or transformed.
After kissing me spectacularly, rolling my tongue in his mouth and then turning it on its side… he suddenly narrowed his eyes and pulled away from my mouth.
“Do you know… how much you’re clenching and releasing down there?”
I shook my head, letting out a sob-like moan. It wasn’t a “no” in response to his “do you know?” question; I just wanted to deny it. To deny that I was squeezing my own anus, demanding a greater stimulus from him.
He tapped my lips with the index finger of the hand that wasn’t inside me and lightly bumped his forehead against mine.
“And yet this mouth won’t say a single word about what it wants.”
“……”
A look of mild dissatisfaction, as if he wanted me to demand and beg for something, flickered across his face and vanished. Going to him to ask for help with this matter… that had been a very big request, hadn’t it….
“Hahh… hhuu.”
Before I could delve deeper into that thought, the finger that had been tracing a circle inside me slipped out, and my bent knees were pushed apart.
“I’m going to spread your legs a little wider.”
By the time he said that, my legs were already being spread, and the head of his penis was aimed at the entrance to my anus.
It was completely different from his finger. Just the slick glans rubbing against the entrance sent a heavy pressure through me that made me breathless. Unlike his finger, which had pushed in easily in one go, the thick head struggled to enter.
Before it was even halfway swallowed, he pulled out again, then pushed back in, repeating the motion. Dragging as much of the glistening pre-cum from around the entrance as possible inside.
“Hngh, hh….”
I could feel my hole spreading and twitching from the repeated thrusts. Letting out a cry-like moan, I raised an arm to cover my eyes.
“Why are you covering them? The ever-curious Seo Yeehyeon.”
He gently took my wrist and pulled it down, his voice coaxing. When I looked up, his face even wore a faint smile, but below, the broad, swollen glans was writhing, parting the lining.
“You don’t have to wait until I’m all the way in… I’ll make you feel good. So, don’t cover your eyes… watch everything.”
“……”
Unsure of his meaning, my body trembled slightly with fear and anticipation, and my hole tightened.
“Hh, haahk!”
Forcing its way through the contracting opening, the glans pushed abruptly inside. I had only just managed to swallow the head, but my lower body was already tingling as if we had gone through more than half a sex act. It wasn’t because of any friction, however, but because of his size. The entrance was already plenty wet.
Looking down at my dilated, vibrating pupils, he gently wrapped his hand around my other wrist. Then he pulled my hands taut toward our point of connection.
An onslaught of thrusts began, the prominent ridge of his glans aimed precisely at my prostate.
“Hngh, hh… haahk. Ugh!”
It felt like lightning was striking inside my head. Like I was lying naked in a field where lightning was striking continuously. And rain was pouring down on my naked body. The sound of rain outside the window did seem to be growing stronger, but that wasn’t important.
It was different from the sensation of the shaft of his penis passing over my prostate when he was pushed in all the way. This was a blatant, direct stimulation. It was as if the prostate was another sex organ hidden inside my anus.
It made me feel as if his penis was having sex not with my anus, but with a second sex organ inside my anus that wasn’t a penis.
His thrusts weren’t meant to apply pressure to his own genitals through insertion, but were shallow, aimed at stimulating my prostate, grinding against that spot and then quickly retreating. This repeated motion felt like it was slowly crushing my lower body.
It was different from all the previous times, where the pleasure of ejaculation would recede and then approach again, gradually building to a climax. This time, strength surged into the root of my penis in an instant, and the tip of my glans tingled.
“N-no, don’t…. Stop!”
“That’s not it…. Be honest, quickly.”
I struggled with all my might to pull my arms free, but he used even that struggle as momentum to thrust more persistently inside me.
Lifting my hips slightly off the bed, he pinned my wrists to my pelvis to hold my body still, and then he repeated the act of pressing against my prostate and pulling out with unbelievable speed, as if measured with a ruler.
Though hidden by his shirt, I could imagine the rapid movement of his firm waist. The rise and fall of his flexible hips as he clenched and released the muscles in his ass, thrusting in and out of me.
Through the unbuttoned shirt, his broad, bulging chest and clearly defined abs glistened with sweat.
“Your shirt… take it off.”
My mouth was parched from letting out an endless stream of moans that I could neither stifle nor swallow. The honesty I revealed to him, through a cracked moan from my dry throat, was not a plea for him to stop, nor a push for him to let me go. I wanted to see with my own eyes the obscene panting of his waist and ass as they bucked back and forth, seeking the pleasure that was pulverizing me from within.
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