Barely supporting myself on my knees, I gripped his shoulders and slowly lowered my body. He held the shaft firmly from below so that his penis wouldn’t slip out. The sensation of the wet head parting my entrance and slowly entering was smoother than I’d expected.
The realization that a part of me that had never been touched before was being forcibly parted and filled by an external force was vivid, but it wasn’t accompanied by pain, suffering, or discomfort.
To keep my consciousness from focusing on what was happening below, he kept initiating kisses.
Exchanging saliva, rubbing our tongues together, savoring the ticklish sensation of his tongue tracing the soft membrane inside my cheek… I felt like I was becoming a cotton ball soaked in his scent. In the dim darkness, his naked body, glistening with sweat, was a scent in and of itself. And I, being licked, parted, and filled by him, was now completely a part of that scent.
As the layers of scent surrounding us thickened, the density of our arousal also intensified. Perhaps the unprecedentedly high level of sexual excitement was temporarily numbing all the pain.
“Hoo… Huu, ugh.”
My grimace, the brief spasm as I bit and released my lip, the way I dropped my head as if collapsing for a moment, digging my nails into his shoulders in a plea of pleasure.
As I took him in, he watched every single one of my reactions, as if monitoring and recording them.
I didn’t want to hide anything either. On the contrary, a desire to reveal everything to him—the very bottom of my body, the very bottom of my soul—was bubbling up inside my chest.
Every time his penis was swallowed deeper inside me, his eyelids would flutter shut as he let out a low, sweet moan. Seeing his face, I even felt the impulse to thrust down all at once and impale myself on the cock that was entering me with such tantalizing slowness.
“Suck… harder.”
To restrain myself, I demanded pain from him. He, who had been licking my lower lip, immediately complied by painfully biting the membrane on the inside of my lip.
“How long… do you think I’ve been waiting for this?”
His hand, which had been gripping his shaft, occasionally coming up to caress the area around my anus and help spread the entrance for insertion, now deliberately and obscenely fondled our joined parts as he asked.
I think he’d held back for a long time.
Not as much as me, who had gotten hard from just a kiss on the terrace, but throughout the long foreplay, he had suppressed the urge to release the heat that had pooled in his cock.
“Look, see how well you’re doing.”
He took my whole lip into his mouth, bit it lightly, and let go, once again guiding my hand downward.
I, who had thought it would be a miracle if even the head went in, couldn’t help but be amazed at my body’s adaptability. More than a third of his penis, which was of a size that looked almost ferocious, was already inside me. The feeling of being filled was definite, but because the pain was faint, I hadn’t realized it had progressed this far.
Even though it wasn’t like I could see our joined parts by doing so, I unconsciously turned my head back to look down at my ass. As if stimulated by the act, he, who had been waiting for me to move on my own until then, thrust his hips up and drove into me.
“Surprised? I knew you’d do well. Though… you’re doing even better than I thought.”
He placed his hand over mine, making us feel the slickness of our connection together, as if to confirm how my anal entrance was stretching to swallow his cock. Aroused by the eroticism of the act, I bucked my hips, pulling him deeper.
“Was my imagination this poor?”
He smiled faintly, expressing his satisfaction with the feeling inside me. He was smiling, but his face was full of the impatience of someone wanting to run wild.
What, and how, had he imagined?
Even without hearing the answer, I felt like I had some idea of the contents of his imagination, and my hips twisted again.
Ugh. He grimaced at the clenching that squeezed his penis and bit down on my lower jaw with his teeth.
“From here on, I’ll take over.”
I brushed his disheveled hair from his forehead and nodded. Like a child who had finally been given permission to eat candy, he lunged at me urgently. With a kiss, my body was lifted for a moment, then laid down on the bed.
“I’d rather just jerk off than hurt you. I’ll never hurt you. Don’t be scared. Okay?”
He said, pecking the surface of my lips. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. His heavy body pressed down on my chest as he slid a hand between the mattress and my back to clutch my ass.
“I’ve waited long enough.”
Muttering as if to himself that he wouldn’t hold back any longer, he pulled at the flesh of my buttocks, stretching the hole wider. At the same time, his penis, hot and hard like a thick iron rod heated in a fire, pushed another inch of its massive body into me.
“Hah, hngh… oof”
My breath caught in my throat, and my stomach tensed. His expression, which was inside me, contorted at the pressure that felt like it was crushing his cock. Seeing how my movements directly translated into his reactions, the reality that we were connected felt vivid.
“You must have been anxious, doing this in the same house as the kids, right?”
“……”
Watching his face as he whispered that with a hot breath, I let out a belated, dazed sound of realization. Ah…
“No matter how different the rooms are, it’s still a bit… you know?”
He grinned, his face slick with sweat, as he rounded his hips and ground his lower body stickily against me.
I had thought that preparing this hotel instead of his apartment, where he always stayed, was an event for his Noona and Hyung, but maybe that wasn’t it. But to think that he had planned a night like this with me in advance and booked the hotel… seemed like too much of a leap. It was probably half a joke.
While I was interpreting and concluding this, he covered me with his whole body, rubbing himself against me. The curve of his thick chest constricted my breath, and my own cock was pressed against his distinctly chiseled, hard abs. Our legs tangled, restraining each other.
I, too, stroked his broad back, where large and small muscles rippled, touching him to my heart’s content and cooperating by twisting my body to create obscene friction. As we rubbed our naked bodies together, our skin seemed to melt, and it felt as if not just our lower halves, but our entire bodies were viscously mingling with his.
At first, he didn’t try to push in deeper. He just rotated his hips in circles from his partially inserted state, widening the entrance. In fact, he seemed more focused on kissing and caressing, stroking and lightly pinching my back, waist, and ass in a playful manner.
But soon, the playfulness was no longer just play, and a rich scent bloomed from every spot that was rubbed and ground. Holding each other tightly without a single gap, he began to lift and lower his hips.
He would pull back, scraping my inner walls as if dragging everything I had out with him, then slowly push back in, twisting his hips from side to side. His pistoning, not just pushing in but repeatedly pulling out and filling me again, made my breaths tremble like sobs.
Still, I didn’t close my eyes. We didn’t take our eyes off each other, watching every trace of the penetration that appeared on the other’s face. As if it would be foolish to miss this moment.
His hips moved with surprising flexibility, sometimes drawing large circles to rub my entrance, sometimes undulating with a wave-like motion from his shoulders to his ass, and sometimes just quivering finely without pushing in or pulling back.
Each time, an unfamiliar kind of pleasure stirred inside me. The spasms that flared up as if they would hit their peak, only to recede again, made my hips twist as I grasped at something just out of reach.
Moaning as if in appeal, I pulled his body closer. I kneaded his tense neck and shoulders, tracing the contours of his bulging arm muscles with my hands. With my eyes fixed on his, I curled the tip of my tongue to hook and rub against his.
His hips pulled out until only the head remained, then thrust back in. My inner walls, which had momentarily clenched shut, spasmed and soon parted again. The sensation of him rubbing past the tingling spot felt like it was gripping my throat and toying with me.
“Hngh, hhu… Haah. Ugh.”
Clutching him tightly as if to strangle him, I buried my lips in the nape of his neck and, forgetting all shame, used my nose and lips to inhale his scent.
“My scent, you like it?”
His breathing was uneven as he asked. I nodded frantically. He, too, bent his head low and bit at my ear and neck.
“Your scent… is fucking amazing too.”
He bit my lips, his upper body pressed tightly against mine while only his lower half bucked rapidly.
“Where is it coming from? Here?”
Panting as he sucked on my lips, which were swollen as if they would burst, he was in the same state as me, having completely lost his reason. In his eyes, which had lost most of their blue and become almost white, only a glint of light flashed.
“Or, here?”
“Haah, huuk.”
My eyes widened for a moment at the force of him pulling down on my shoulders while simultaneously thrusting his hips up. It felt like his glans was pressing against my heart. His pubic hair touched my groin. I had completely swallowed him.
Without giving me a chance to process the pressure filling my body, he immediately pulled back out. The distinct shape of his glans scraped past that tingling spot. And then, picking up speed, he thrust in, rubbing hard.
“Ha, ugh… Th-there…”
I kept readjusting my grip on his neck, biting and releasing my lips repeatedly. The pleasure, like a fire set inside my body that made my whole being curl inward, caused my limbs to contract.
The sound of the sticky fluid—a mixture of the gel that had filled me beforehand and the precum he must have leaked inside me—squelching and seeping out made the scene of the thrusting below vivid even without seeing it. All the circuits in my head were on fire, and my thoughts were grinding to a halt.
“You said your groin tingles when you see my cock. Are you leaking this scent because you like having sex so much? Fuck, it’s here… It’s here, right?”
Each time he emphasized ‘here,’ he would thrust all the way in and grind, and at the end of his sentence, he drove into me as if to break me. If I had felt pain, it would have been an insertion ruthless enough to be called violent.
But I wrapped my arms around his neck, spread my legs, and rocked my hips.
That I loved sex. That the sex with him, which I was experiencing for the first time, was so good it was driving me crazy… that just his scent made my body ache, and just the sight of his cock made me desperate. That everything he said was right. That he should break me.
…I poured out such words.
It wasn’t like last time, when I couldn’t even see his face and just hugged his neck, whispering secretly in his ear.
While looking straight into his eyes. While sucking on his lips just as he did to me, tangling my tongue with his, twisting my hips to stimulate his cock. I spouted such unbelievable words.
“The scent I breathed in with my nose pressed against his skin was like a drug.”
My thought was correct. Last time, and now, being in bed with him, I was like someone who had taken a drug.
Exposing my groin to another in a shameful position, getting turned on by obscene whispers, and getting excited by pouring such words into his ear… my state, completely detached from my usual self and trembling with the thrill of sexual pleasure… seemed to match the shallow and vague knowledge I had about the effects of drugs.
Besides drugs, sex addiction also existed in the world. I felt like I could understand why. The stimulation of a variation that breaks from the everyday rhythm is more thrilling than anything else.
His eyes flickered fiercely at the words I poured out in a state of insanity, completely detached from my usual rhythm, and a deep kiss sealed my mouth. Completely different from the careful initial entry, now that he had confirmed my body was fully open, he was relentless.
The quenching of the thirst as the pleasure-sensitive spot was repeatedly rubbed brought the feeling of ejaculation right to my doorstep. To further stimulate my cock trapped between our lower abdomens, I unconsciously wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer.
“Nngh, hngh. Hahk!”
The next moment, spitting out his tongue that was brutally blocking my throat, I thrashed in a pleasure that was almost frightening.
The sensation of his penis, which I thought had reached its maximum hardness, momentarily expanding as if pushing out my entire inner walls from the inside, swelling in size as if to completely seal the entrance.
It was a knot.
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