Each time he sucked hard on my nipple, his head tilted as if in a passionate kiss and his cheeks hollowing deeply, I gasped as if I were being choked. He lifted his eyes and looked up at me. When I bit my lower lip hard to suppress a moan, he reached out and pulled it free. And then, as if he couldn’t see, he traced my lips with his fingertips.
One of his fingers, which had been tracing, sweeping over, and kneading my lips, slipped gently between my teeth, and I bit down on it lightly without realizing. Below, his mouth, which had been sucking my breast, let go. Looking down, I saw a thread of saliva stretching between his lips and my nipple. He pressed his mouth to my nipple once more to break the thread, then crawled up to the nape of my neck.
Following our grinding lower bodies, our upper bodies now pressed together without a single gap. While sucking my neck, he explored the outside and inside of my lips with his finger. As a part of his body entered my mouth, the scent filled my entire being, feeling as if it were melting my brain into mush.
The sense of smell was one that easily adapted to repeated stimuli, quickly becoming numb to the same scent. No matter how intense the fragrance was, it was strange that it felt stronger than it had at first.
But I couldn’t think deeply about the reason. My brain was completely pickled. Thought was impossible. Unable to think of anything, with nothing seeming important. It was just as he had said it would be.
Our two hardened erections were now at the point where they would hurt if pressed. Each time he ground and pressed down, they would now glance off each other, sliding past. Sparks flew even from that misaligned sensation.
Hnngh. Hah…. He who had been kissing various spots on my nape, parting his lips to rub the soft flesh within, lightly biting and pulling at the skin, then repeating it with a strong suction, now buried his nose and lips completely and took a deep breath. In the dizzying feeling that his breath would suck in my entire body, I completely swallowed his index finger that had been tracing my teeth.
He was tall, a rare sight in Korea. Considering the height difference between us, he was surely well over 190 cm. Naturally, his fingers were also long and thick in proportion to his height. Though it felt like I had swallowed it deeply, I had only taken in two knuckles.
He lifted his head and, lying on top of me, looked down at me sucking his finger. His eyes were brimming with curiosity yet serious, and at the same time, filled with a deep lust.
I grabbed the base of his palm with both hands and pursed my lips, pressing down on his finger. Gazing down at me with reddish eyes, he slowly pushed his middle finger into my mouth. It was only two fingers, but once two knuckles were in, it was a size that was not easy to hold in my mouth. He didn’t take his eyes off me as I struggled, repeatedly biting and releasing his fingers. His broad, thick shoulders swelled and subsided in my field of vision.
He fumbled at my side, pulling down my pajamas and underwear. Pulling with one hand, the pajamas were dragged down crookedly. As my penis was exposed, I finally started to feel embarrassed. I grabbed his hand with both of mine and pulled it out of my mouth. He parted his lips as if in disappointment, his gaze still fixed on my lips. Every breath that escaped him was like a particle of scent.
To escape his gaze, I turned my head and urgently grabbed my pajamas. His penis, pinned under his lower abdomen, was glistening enough to be fully discernible even in the dark.
“I’m, I’m wet…”
“……”
Did I say something strange? He suddenly stopped all movement, making me anxious.
My penis, exposed to stimulation by another person for the first time, had released so much pre-ejaculate that my underwear was completely soaked. The wet underwear, the slick penis—it was all embarrassing. The fact that I had to literally expose what was between my legs to him made what little reason I had left feel a sense of shame.
When I tried to pull my pajamas up again, he firmly slapped my hand away and pressed his body tightly against mine, making it impossible for my hand to reach. Completely covering me from my groin to my lower belly and chest, he breathed raggedly through his nose, pressing his entire body against me.
It wasn’t just pressing down; it was a caress, his whole body grinding against me. My unbuttoned pajamas gaped open further, and his bare skin slid fluidly over mine.
“Could you say that one more time? Right here.”
He turned his head, rubbing his ear against my lips as he made his request. The thrust of his hips stimulating my lower body was quickening. The fact that he was aroused, aroused me. I wrapped my arms around his head and let out a heated breath by his ear. He slid his face further in, and his lips touched my ear as well. With our lips buried in each other’s ears, we revealed our arousal, rubbing our chests together. The shame was once again receding into the distance.
“Tell me. What’s happened to Seo Yeehyeon’s bottom half? What is it like, right now?”
His breath-soaked voice made my insides tingle. He had become the scent itself, pressing down on me. That scent rendered all judgment powerless. I tilted my head slightly and breathed the honest truth into his ear.
“…It’s wet.”
“……”
His shoulders seemed to stiffen for a moment, then he let out a low curse and chewed on my ear as if he would tear it off. His hard thighs thrust up against me as if to push under my buttocks, rapidly stimulating my lower half.
“Where is it wet? Why is it wet?”
His breath, a clear sign of his arousal, was dizzying in my ear. His hips, rocking against my lower body, bucked as if he were already inside me.
“Where is it wet?”
“There… down there…”
“Down where… your knee? Or, your foot?”
“……”
“Where is it so wet that you’re about to die like this. Hm? Tell me.”
I couldn’t resist the impulse to whisper that forbidden word into his ear. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and rubbed my lips against his ear. “My… cock. It’s wet.” Just voicing the word, and in a voice so small only he could barely hear it, a desire to thrash my whole body around surged through me. And from him, who had merely heard the word, I felt an even more intense arousal than before.
He licked my ear with his tongue, ceaselessly grinding against my lower body. “Good boy.” Even his whispered words of praise made my stomach churn. I had said something vulgar and received his praise for it. Hearing those words from me, he was holding my body, his penis swelling, aroused.
Sliding his hand under the small of my back, he grabbed my buttocks with his entire palm and shook them.
“But. I bet that’s not the only place that’s wet.”
“……”
The hand that had been clutching and twisting my buttocks slid between the cheeks. His middle finger, buried between the flesh, found the entrance at once, as if he were watching with his own eyes.
“Ugh, not there!”
The finger tracing circles around the entrance felt like it would plunge inside at any moment, so I pushed against the neck I was holding and tried to sit up.
But his shoulders didn’t move. He rubbed around my anus, his brow furrowed in concentration as his fingertips fumbled, as if searching for something. He pulled his hand out from below and, the hand that had just been groping between my legs, he brought it to his nose and mouth, smelling it and even touching it with his tongue. I tried to snatch his hand away, telling him not to, but having finished his desired confirmation, he looked down at me and smiled gently.
“Oh, I won’t. I promised, didn’t I? That I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
As if to reassure me, he pressed a kiss to my cheek right next to my lips and pushed my body down again. His lips slid across my cheek to my ear, once again pouring out hot, sweet nothings.
“Mine is soaking wet too. Touch it.”
He grabbed my hand and brought it between our stomachs. Just as he said, his penis was also completely wet and slick. But more than that, I couldn’t help but be astonished by its overwhelming size. Touching it with my hand, I realized it was an even more incredible size than I had gauged by feeling it with my lower abdomen and his penis.
Perhaps it was an innate characteristic of a Golden Alpha. I didn’t know much about the size of other people’s penises, especially erect ones, but I knew enough to tell that his, currently hot and throbbing, was outside the realm of common sense. I unwittingly cast a blatant glance downward. He laughed, kissed my ear, and brushed my damp hair off my forehead.
“I’d like it even more if you take a closer look.”
He shifted his body, which had been completely covering me, to the side, separating our adjoined stomachs and chests, and guided my hand deeper. The thick pubic hair brushed against my fingertips. His penis was heated to the root. Though I couldn’t see it clearly due to the dim lighting and the shadow cast by his body, I could gauge its weight and thickness from its silhouette and feel alone.
It was lewd. For the first time in years, I had that thought looking at another person’s body. His penis seemed to be a collection of all the sexuality in the world. A body part that served no other function, existing solely for the act of sex.
A heavy shadow protruded from his groin, aimed at my lower abdomen. It wasn’t just thick and long, but so hard that it maintained its angle without drooping, even though he was lying almost on his side. In his hand, guided by him, I gently stroked his penis.
“Mm…”
He let out a sweet moan from behind his closed lips, as if savoring my touch. The tip of his high nose rubbed against my right cheek, and letting go of my hand, he stroked up the soft flesh from my inner thigh and wrapped his hand around his own penis.
I tried rubbing his penis against mine, which was plastered against my lower abdomen from my erection. Nngh… A pained moan escaped my own lips.
“Do it more.”
He encouraged me, kissing my temple. I held his, and he held mine, and we rubbed the two shafts against each other, misaligned like a sword fight. The amount of his precum was so immense that it flowed over the back of my hand holding his penis and dripped onto my lower abdomen.
I don’t know. Maybe it was just my imagination, but it felt like the scent was vibrating from between our legs. It wasn’t sweet, or subtle, or fragrant… it was different from that. It was a scent that stimulated lust, incited sexual desire, and made my insides boil. A scent that pricked my nerves with needles, made the space between my legs heavy, and sent a tingling tremor to my fingertips and toes…
“You like my perfume, don’t you?”
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