“Nngh…”
I gritted my teeth at the indescribable, alien sensation and buried my face in his shoulder. Whether it was because the precum that had flowed enough to soak my underwear had followed his hand inside, my inner walls were wetter than I’d expected, which made my face flush even more.
The feeling of facing myself, wet with my whole body—even deep inside its secret places—in anticipation of sex with him… was utterly raw. There was nowhere to hide in denial.
Even though I had come to know anal pleasure, we had sex so often that masturbating with my ass was unnecessary, so this was the first time I had ever put my own hand inside my anus. It was my own body, yet the fact that I accepted someone else’s—his—fingers or penis inside me much more naturally felt strange all over again.
“Hahk, ngh… Don’t… Wait, I don’t like that…”
Inside, his fingers entwined with mine. It was a truly, truly strange sensation. My shoulders stiffened, and I looked up at him with an expression like I’d just bitten into something cold. In contrast, he, who was enjoying the new friction of his fingers tangled with mine inside me, looked like he had been doused with hot water.
“Why don’t you like it? ……Because you can feel it?”
“……”
I was speechless, as if he’d hit the nail on the head. I tried to swallow to wet my parched mouth, but there was no moisture to be found. He laid his hand over mine, pressing them in the same direction to push firmly up into me, and with his other hand, he swept my hair back.
“Feeling things. Feeling things while you’re with me, it’s not like we’re doing something dirty. Don’t feel guilty… about us feeling good together.”
Having been unwittingly exposed to socially constructed sexual repression, I still felt something akin to guilt even during sex with the person I liked. At least, until my reason completely flew out the window.
But there was no need for that.
I considered whether I felt any dirtiness from his act of rubbing his fingers against mine inside my wet walls, but the answer came without much thought. If it hadn’t been him, I never would have consented to such an act. Because the subject was him, all the secret events that occurred between us could become secrets included in our romance, without a bitter aftertaste.
Moaning at the stimulation of him pressing my fingers against my inner walls, I nodded at him. He kissed my exposed forehead, then slid his arm under my armpit to hug my back, burying his lips near my ear and whispering.
“This is it…. The place where I go crazy every day I’m inside Seo Yeehyeon.”
“Hngh, sob…”
His movements inside me, felt simultaneously through my fingers and my slick membrane, were far more explicit.
“Being in here with Seo Yeehyeon, it’s so…”
He trailed off, then lowered his head slightly and bit his bottom lip with a smile. For some reason, that smile, which seemed almost shy and at odds with his words, made my lower body stir. I wanted to have the man before me. I pushed my own fingers, which had only been responding to his movements, deeper on my own. The temperature in his eyes as he watched me instantly grew hotter.
“Nng, heuk… Hngh…”
It was my first time touching my own anus… and the awareness that his fingers were also inside it… spurred me on. He didn’t take his eyes off a single one of the minute reactions that appeared and disappeared on my face. Every time I confirmed the arousal deepening on his face as my own excitement layered and intensified, the movements of our hands grew faster and bolder.
Together with him, I pumped my arm passionately. I even began to create my own rhythm, lowering and raising my hips to match the hand thrusting inside me.
“This is insane.”
Muttering this with a heavily suppressed voice, he extended the arm that had been around my waist and carelessly pushed my wet underwear, which was stretched out and in tatters, further down. My jeans, their zipper already open, had slid down long ago and were caught around my mid-calves.
As I rubbed my forehead against his shoulder and glanced down, my flushed, swollen cock was glistening all over. Every time he and I thrust inside, my penis flopped sloppily up and down or side to side.
“Heok. Hah. Keuheuk…”
Though I couldn’t meet his eyes, I couldn’t look away from the phenomenon happening below. I could feel his gaze from above my head, watching down along with me as I panted raggedly.
“Aah, ngh, hngh, euk.”
Whenever my hand seemed to slow, he would speed up as if he wouldn’t let me off. His thick, firm, yet sleek arm, with its muscles and veins taut and bulging, churned inside me within my field of vision. My cock bounced wildly with the recoil.
Just as I felt arousal surge and overwhelm my chest, there was the familiar sensation of fluid gushing from the head of my cock. But it was different from the precum I had known before. It was more intense. It resembled the feeling of ejaculation, but while an orgasm gave a sense of release, as if something had ended, this made me feel a desire that swelled as if my body would burn away.
The fluid flowing down my wildly shaking penis couldn’t bear its own weight and dripped, stretching through the air to leave a few round marks on the gray floor. It was a primitive, savage scene, reminiscent of a starving beast drooling before a piece of meat.
Aroused by the visual stimulation, I let out a sob-like moan and twisted his shirt in my fists.
“Hah, ngh… Hahh… ahHaa…”
The rhythm of my body’s movements was fluid, but I had completely lost the rhythm of my breathing. I gasped with my mouth open like someone hyperventilating, yet I continued to thrust into myself along with him, leaning against him and writhing my whole body.
His hand came up my back and over my shoulder to sweep my hair back, and he kissed my forehead several times. When I tilted my chin up, he immediately lowered his head to suck on my lips. A fragrance vibrated through the air, and a red smoke filled my mind.
A large amount of precum flowed down my penis, onto my palm, and between my legs. It must have been sucked into my inner walls along my hand, because the mucus that seeped between his fingers and mine created lewd, squelching sounds inside. The sensation of the fluid that had flowed from my penis, from my ‘beta,’ and pooled, now trickling over the soft skin of my inner thighs made my hair stand on end.
“Can you feel it? How it tightens and releases… It’s incredible inside right now.”
He held my chin and chewed on my bottom lip, wiggling his fingers inside me. It was as if blue flames were sparking from the eyes that watched me from behind his narrowed eyelids. The blue hue was deeper than usual, so much so that it felt cold.
“When Seo Yeehyeon clenches like this… does it feel good for Seo Yeehyeon’s fingers too? Like it feels good for me right now? I’m suddenly curious.”
Hm? How is it?
he added, his question insinuating and mischievous. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He lowered his head, offering me his ear, and I pressed my cheek tightly against his. I stuck out my tongue and wet his ear. He moved his head up and down, rubbing our cheeks together. Focusing on the excitement blooming inside me, I tried to be honest and opened my mouth.
“It just…”
“……”
“It’s arousing.”
At the word ‘arousing,’ he reacted, his entire body instantly tensing.
“Mm, I don’t think it’s just ‘arousing.’”
He whispered in my ear in a deeply lowered voice about the wetness and softness of my inner walls, now ready for penetrative sex. And as if to confirm his own words, he subtly stimulated me, scraping the fluid-filled interior to intentionally make a squelching sound.
“Hngh, heuk… ouuuh.”
“Me too. Because Seo Yeehyeon gets so wet, so much… I’m… very aroused too…. Should I take my fingers out and put something else in? Should we go with that inside?”
His voice was mixed with the irregular breaths of arousal. At the sound of his voice breathing obscene sweet nothings as his chest heaved, my inner walls clenched of their own accord again.
At this rate, I felt like I would come while standing. Our sessions were usually long-drawn-out battles lasting several hours, so I had to delay my first orgasm as long as possible when we were in bed together. Without a second thought, I nodded.
Two fingers slowly slid out of my body. Even the sensation of their retreat was stimulating, and I hunched my shoulders, having to grip the base of my penis to keep from coming. The moment the fingers were out, I pretended to focus on taking off my clothes, lowering my head to hide from him the feeling of fluid leaking from the not-yet-closed opening.
In that time, I took off my jeans, which had fallen to my ankles, and also stripped off my stretched-out, soaked underwear. The underwear… I’d probably have to throw it away. He, who had been watching me from a step away, helped me take off my T-shirt.
Once I was naked, the sound of the rain suddenly entered my ears. It was so loud it was chilling, as if I were standing naked in the rain, and I felt sheepish at the thought that I had been so focused on our act that I hadn’t even heard it.
Standing awkwardly, I crossed my right arm over my chest to rub my left shoulder and tried to subtly cover my cock with my left hand, but its swollen volume didn’t make it easy. To make matters worse, his gaze, which was sweeping over my entire body, was stimulating my cock even more.
“I can’t take it,” he muttered, as if to himself. While unbuttoning his own shirt, he found and grabbed my wrist that was covering my cock and led me to the bed. We went past the partition wall into the bedroom, and he sat me on the edge of the bed.
The bed, with its thick double mattresses and an added topper, was quite high, reaching up to his groin, and despite its simple design, it felt a little luxurious to me.
Meanwhile, his chest was partially revealed through his shirt, which had gaped open as all the buttons were undone. As I sat on the bed, I threw a furtive glance, and he looked down at his own chest and chuckled. Then he lightly bit my nose.
“You little pervert.”
With a lingering smile on his face, he stepped back, undid the buckle of his belt, and lowered his zipper. Without hesitation, he pulled down his black briefs, and his cock sprang out. The elasticity and weight were such that one could say it had leaped out.
He bent at the waist to take off all his bottoms, and with the smile now completely gone from his face, he approached and slowly pushed my chest. I lay down across the bed, and he pushed my legs up, making me bend my knees. The sound of the rain suddenly grew loud again.
“Hnngh… Nngh, heuk…”
Just the brush of his fully erect cock against the back of my thighs made my prone body twist. My ass muscles contracted, and my anus clenched. Watching all of this, he finished taking off his shirt and slowly pushed my knees outward, forcing my legs further apart.
Conscious of the space between my legs being parted by him, I bit my bottom lip. His right hand slid down the inside of my thigh toward my groin. His hot palm was tracing the path of the fluid I had leaked just a moment ago.
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