His eyes narrowed as he looked down at me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He released my wrist, not stopping the movement of his hips even as he pushed his shirt over his shoulder.
“Haa, ha… haa…”
I had been craning my neck back as if I would run away the moment he let go, but even after being freed, I was still giving him my lower body. The regret of not being able to reach climax with just a little bit more tormented my lower abdomen with an unbearable tickle.
The sleeves were stuck to his skin because of the sweat, and he had trouble taking it off, so he loosened the sleeves that had been rolled up loosely a couple of times. Then, he tossed the shirt, sleeves inside out, onto the armchair next to the bed.
My greed, which scanned the beautiful proportions of his body and the curves of his firm yet flexible muscles, must have been evident in my eyes, but I had no desire to hide it, nor did I have the energy to try.
He, too, his upper body muscles bulging with tension like they were about to explode, breathing heavily, scanned every inch of my naked body, sprawled out and connected to his manhood, with his eyes.
His eyes, which had seemed to be pressing down on my body with a heavy gaze, suddenly curved with playfulness and smiled.
“So… do you like me better now that I’m undressed?”
It’s not that I didn’t like you with your shirt on…
“Ugh… haa, ha!”
Before I could even answer, a rapid series of thrusts that scraped against my prostate began to pour in.
Since he didn’t come in all the way, his pelvis didn’t collide strongly with my groin, and so there was no recoil that made my body bounce. But still… when I looked down, his hips were shaking incessantly, going in and out of me.
Unlike me, who was lying still, only his movements were exaggeratedly highlighted, giving off a different kind of excitement than the sense of unity we usually had, as if the two of us were moving as one. It was as if a camera had been brought up close to zoom in on his movements during sex and even the beads of sweat on his skin, vividly stimulating my sight.
I stared, mesmerized, at his expression of concentration as he relentlessly targeted one spot, his furrowed brow and lips, and his rapidly undulating, obscene hips, and I painted excitement on top of the pleasure of my prostate being rubbed.
“What are you… looking at so intently? It’s a little… embarrassing.”
Liar.
I didn’t say it out loud, but he must have noticed my true feelings just from the change in my gaze as I looked up, because he bent his upper body, supporting himself with his fists on either side of my chest, and smiled awkwardly. He was pretending to be relaxed, but his smile seemed somewhat anxious. He, too, was not free from the rising excitement.
“Haa… heuk, ha.”
As he changed positions, my legs and buttocks, which were placed on his thighs that had dug deeper into both sides of my hips, lifted slightly into the air, and with his manhood only half inserted, he circled his hips as if drawing a large circle. I shook my head at the vivid sensation of my opening widening along with his rotating penis and wrapped my arms around his forearms.
When I struggled to push up my eyelids, which were contorted and tightly closed, he was looking down at me carefully with a face as if he was facing a serious problem.
My eyes widened at the sensation of his thick cock slowly sliding out, dragging and rubbing against my inner walls.
“Heo… heuek… ha…”
I felt the head of his penis catch on my opening, and without realizing it, I shook my head, saying no, and grabbed his arm tightly.
“Eueut. Hat!”
As he pulled his hips back further, the head of his penis, which had been precariously perched on the entrance of my anus, popped out with a snap and slapped against his lower abdomen. The sensation of the head of his penis, slick with pre-cum, bouncing off as if lifting the upper part of my opening, made my toes curl. No, it made my toes spread wide. Whatever it was, a tingling sensation that seemed like I had to express it out of my body, even with my toes, resonated through my body.
The same act was repeated several times. At a constant speed, neither hurrying nor lingering. He only came in halfway and then pulled out. He stimulated the edge of my anus by bouncing it with the head of his penis, which had a distinct shape. But he never came in all the way.
Having reached the very threshold of climax a couple of times and then being pushed back, the stimulation that tormented the entrance where my peripheral nerves were gathered made me completely honest and ready to be humble.
I rubbed my forehead and nose against his arm, which was standing like a pillar, and begged in a voice that was crawling.
“Please…”
My body, which had become sensitive just before climax, wanted to reach its peak in the way it desired. Just as I could no longer come with the same dry method of self-pleasure as before. I didn’t even try to hide the fact that my inner walls were churning and my opening was twitching. Rather, I wanted him to notice and be stimulated by it.
He pressed down on his hips and lowered his upper body, kissing my nose.
“What?”
It was a deliberately low whisper, as if someone might be eavesdropping on our secret affair. This time, I was so impatient with the entry of his penis, which was coming in little by little, as if dividing the scale, that I was kicking my feet in the air.
The direction of pleasure he guided me in was so diverse, and it seemed like there was no end to the techniques he could use to target and conquer me. Insertion was not all the same. How could these… Golden Alphas be so… good at it? Sex.
“My stomach… feels.. strange…”
“How is it strange?”
His furrowed brow with clenched teeth proved that he, too, was suppressing the urge to push on, but even so, he was more patient today than he had been a few days ago.
It was as if he didn’t want to come deep inside me… or was afraid to, so he was only stimulating from the entrance to my prostate. He had never pushed his manhood in all the way.
“It’s itchy… inside, my stomach is itchy…”
I wasn’t aware of it, but I was actually scratching my lower abdomen. It was an itch inside that couldn’t be relieved even if I scratched the skin.
His breath, looking down at me like that, collapsed and became rough, as if someone had messed it up.
In order not to miss the moment when his defenses crumbled, I turned my head and kissed his wrist, which was supporting himself next to my chest.
“Please… just, hard… all the way inside, do it…”
It felt like I was trying to be charming or appease him in order to get the kind of sex I wanted, but I didn’t care. He wasn’t the kind of person who would be swept up in a cheap sense of conquest by looking down on me because of something like this, and he was the only one who could rub my inner walls and relieve this itch, so if I could reach that pleasure right now, I felt like I could do even more. In fact, when I thought about the words I had poured out into his ear on the bed so far, this was nothing.
“How?”
I might have expected his question, which he asked briefly as he looked down at me with glistening eyes.
Breathing irregularly, like someone terrified, I took my hand, which had been scratching my lower abdomen, between my legs and groped for the area of intercourse. His eyes were glowing fiercely, as if he was ready to swallow me whole as soon as I gave him the okay sign.
Looking straight into his eyes like that, I found the root of his manhood, which was more than half out of my anus, with my trembling hand. And I pulled it into me.
His pupils, looking down, dilated and vibrated as if he was facing an unbelievable sight. His lips parted and a groan like an exclamation flowed out.
I thought it would be better to erase the distance between him and me, so I wrapped my other arm around his neck and pulled him down. As our cheeks touched, our disheveled breaths wet each other’s ears.
“Hard… more… put this in more… fill my stomach, rub the inside with this… with your cock. Shake me like you’re going to break me…!”
Once I opened my mouth, it was as if my words gained momentum, and his lips blocked the mouth that was pouring out obscenities without a moment’s rest. He rummaged roughly through my mouth, as if he was trying to devour all those lewd whispers himself before I could spit them out in words.
“Eum! Eueu, eup!”
He pushed the remaining half of his manhood in at once.
My groan, which contained his tongue that was pushing into my mouth without hesitation, without shrinking back, and spreading wide, echoed dully as if it were in a cave.
The hand that had been holding the root got caught between his pubic hair and my legs. He twisted his groin strongly, as if he wouldn’t let go, putting pressure on my hand. The feeling of his pubic hair rubbing roughly against the back of my hand made my waist twist.
His panting tongue slipped out of my mouth, and before I could even release the breath that had been blocked, my lips were bitten this time.
“What exactly… is this supposed to be blocking?”
He seemed angry, muttering to himself and biting his lips violently. The insertion that pierced my insides by shaking my hips and buttocks, which were floating in the air, as if driving a horse at maximum speed, was so uninhibited that it made his previous hesitation seem insignificant.
But his eyes, looking down, seemed bewildered and fearful, like a boy having sex for the first time. It couldn’t be, but that’s how it looked.
“What… should I do? Huh? What should I do…”
He groaned like that, and this time he bit his lower lip. My vision blurred as the insertion filled my whole body, not just between my legs, and pounded against me.
It’s strange. I’m going to die. It felt like even the shallow knowledge and all the bad and good memories in my head were going to fly away. I felt moisture running down my temples and appealed to him.
“Why are you so scared of that… That’s why I’m shaking my hips so hard right now.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at him at his touch that erased the traces of my tears. He was right. That’s what I wanted today.
“Erase everything and blow it away… Let’s blow it all away.”
His murmur, correcting the imperative to a suggestive form and mixing it into his breath, scattered weakly. He was silent after that.
He used the weight of his whole body to press down on me and fix me in place, as if he was going to push me into the mattress, and stopped shaking his hips for a moment and pushed hard.
“Heuek, heok… keuheok.”
I couldn’t even groan at the pressure of the knotting’s expansion, which had an intense addictiveness, and I opened my mouth and coughed, pouring semen onto my stomach and chest. It was the climax I had wanted to reach so badly, but the pleasure inside, which throbbed as if planting a new pulse, was more dominant than the pleasure in the front, which was felt by my penis.
He was running inside. Even without the friction of pulling back and coming forward, the manhood in the knotting state beat against my stomach, repeating contraction and expansion on its own, like a heart that had been torn out just now.
My whole body trembled at the scorching heat that seemed to push up my organs and block my throat. It was a dangerous thought, but I felt like I could understand the preferences of people who strangle others at the moment of climax.
The pressure from below was added to the pressure from his kiss. My breath was only insufficient, but I clung to the scent he was pouring in and did not refuse his kiss.
Sex that was crushed and driven by overwhelming force made me forget myself. It was sex that seemed to demand that I dismantle and reveal everything about myself, and that I accept everything about him that was revealed.
Everything was swept away, and all of him rushed into the empty space at once. I closed my eyes in the scent, with a strange sense of relief that came from the vague certainty that this sex had the same meaning for him.
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