DHG Ch 57

At the barrage of dirty talk, Heewoo burst into tears again, but still clung to Jang Seungyung. Jang Seungyung obligingly lowered his shoulders in cooperation. A brilliantly satisfied smile played on his face as he licked and sucked at Heewoo’s tear-soaked face.

How could the same crying face evoke such different feelings?

From Jang Seungyung’s perspective, he had seen Heewoo cry twice on the same day. Yet, the feelings were diametrically opposed.

When he saw Heewoo crying at the vet earlier, it felt like the world was ending. And now, seeing Heewoo cry in his bed… he felt a little bit sorry for him, and incredibly fucking horny.

He wanted to make him cry more.

A dark glint flickered in Jang Seungyung’s eyes as he watched Heewoo sob in his arms, his cheeks flushed with vibrant color.

He barely suppressed the perverse desire to thrust into him hard and make him cry his heart out. Catching his breath, he covered Heewoo’s seeking lips with his tongue, gently and meticulously sucking on them.

“Hup….”

Slowly changing the angle, he gently rubbed against the soft palate, and he felt Heewoo’s body relax further with a warm breath.

“Hoo…. It’s all the way in.”

Jang Seungyung said, their lips still joined. He savored the tight walls clinging to his cock, then, feeling a pang of sympathy for the tear-soaked cheeks, he licked away the tear tracks with his tongue.

“Still… good?”

“Hnn… yes…”

“If it hurts… you have to tell me, hoo…”

Letting out a short breath, Seungyung lightly gripped Heewoo’s hips and pulled out. Heewoo’s eyes widened at the sensation of the thick glans catching at his entrance, then he swallowed a wet breath as the pressure built again.

His eyes squeezed shut involuntarily. The sensitive skin inside, made even more delicate by the approaching heat, was being pounded.

“Ah, uh, s-slowly…”

Heewoo pleaded. He reflexively pushed against Seungyung’s shoulder at the sensation caught between pleasure and pain, and the man laced their fingers together, pinning his hand to the bed.

Heewoo turned his head away, trying to escape the feeling of his delicate, unprepared insides being repeatedly invaded. As he rubbed his head against the sheets, he noticed the large hand pinning his own. The wrist and forearm, too strong and thick compared to his.

A man who could hurt him at any moment if he wanted to. All Heewoo, who had willingly offered his pale body to this man, completely defenseless, could do was plead.

“Just a little, uh, just a little, slowly…”

“Alright… ha, slower than, hmm, this?”

Finally, in response to the continued pleas, Jang Seungyung pretended to listen. He wrapped Heewoo’s slender legs around his firm waist.

The angle changed, and so did the point of contact inside. Heewoo nodded.

“Yes… yes, ah, hnn!”

Just then, the large thing thrust back into the same spot. Even though the pace was slow, Heewoo flinched in fear.

Perhaps it was the sense of threat from having his most secret place invaded, or perhaps it was the fierce face, filled with an almost frightening intensity, that filled his vision.

Or perhaps… it was himself, constantly losing his mind to the unfamiliar pleasure.

Heewoo was acutely aware of his own cock rubbing against the man’s reddened lower abdomen.

Was sex like this? Even with his backside spread open and his insides being pounded… it felt good.

He should be covering his shameful parts and suppressing his shameless moans, but he kept forgetting himself, lost in the sensation of the man touching him, mindlessly aroused. The unfamiliar exhilaration repeatedly stole his reason.

“Haa, does it hurt?”

“No, ah, no… uh… hnn…”

“Huu, open your mouth.”

As Heewoo tensed up, not knowing what to do, Jang Seungyung gently licked his lips. The hand that had been holding his hips moved upwards. It caressed his earlobe and sideburns, then his shoulders and armpits.

“Hnn…”

He also gently caressed the nipples peeking through the thin fabric above his flat chest. Heewoo’s breath hitched as his hardened nipples were pinched.

He shook his head and pushed him away, and the man readily retreated. But the thrusting of his hips continued relentlessly.

“Ah…!”

Suddenly, Heewoo’s lower body bucked. Jang Seungyung pushed his hips, fully sheathing himself inside. He pulled the slightly convulsing body tightly into his arms, not letting go.

A tremor, like a ripple, briefly washed over them. And so, their first sex came to a slow, yet breathless end.

“Huu….”

“Uh, uh…”

Heewoo, who had come, soaking the front of them, thought, amidst the tingling pressure in his abdomen, that it was a shame he hadn’t directly received the man’s cum inside.

His mind was dazed, saturated with pleasure. Still trembling slightly, his body still clinging to the man’s cock, Heewoo suddenly blinked and quickly regained his senses.

He gasped and looked down. Jang Seungyung, who had lifted one of Heewoo’s thighs at some point, was gazing leisurely at his still-twitching groin.

“…….”

Since when…?

Heewoo flushed crimson. He struggled with his trapped leg and tried to cover his groin with his hand, but Jang Seungyung laughed and pulled him into an embrace.

“Already done? That was short…”

“Hnn, ahh, ah… wait. There, ahh…”

“Haa, you’re still sensitive. Couldn’t you finish because of me?”

Jang Seungyung asked solicitously, touching his slick cock and perineum. He showered Heewoo’s flushed cheeks with small kisses.

Sensitive to every touch, every kiss. Jang Seungyung, looking down at Heewoo, who was whimpering at his unfamiliar responsiveness, shrugged his broad shoulders. He caught his breath, then suddenly pressed his forehead against Heewoo’s and murmured,

“You’re difficult.”

Even in his exhaustion, Heewoo looked up at him quizzically, then flinched as he felt him slowly withdraw. The man tied off the condom and tossed it aside, then reached out and pulled Heewoo into his arms again.

“You’re difficult.”

“…Me?”

“Yeah. Speaking of which… you’ve worn down the gears in my head.”

Contrary to his words, another tender kiss landed on his forehead. The hands that touched his chest, armpits, thighs, and the back of his knees were restless.

The man’s rich pheromones, pervading the air, were tinged with an emotion close to euphoria. Heewoo was overwhelmed by the warmth of the touches and pheromones washing over him like water.

He was still dazed as the hem of his t-shirt was pulled up and removed.

“Uh…”

With a cool sensation on his shoulders, the necklace hidden beneath his shirt glittered and fell. Jang Seungyung brushed Heewoo’s hair, disheveled from the removal of his shirt.

“You’re even prettier with everything off.”

The man said, chuckling.

“…Don’t look.”

He had spoken because Heewoo, unable to bear it, had covered his chest.

Jang Seungyung showered kisses on his flushed cheeks and his now fully exposed, smooth shoulders. And on Heewoo’s chest, over the arm that was trying to cover it.

“Hnn-.”

Heewoo turned away as Jang Seungyung’s fingertip brushed against a nipple peeking out from beneath his wrist.

Heewoo swallowed a surprised breath. Jang Seungyung’s actions didn’t seem like an ending at all. If anything, it seemed like another beginning.

“You said I was difficult. Ahh!”

His belated protest was useless. His waist bucked at the touch that lightly pinched his rounded areola.

“Yes. I’m crazy about how difficult you are.”

There was no time to protest the shameless reply. Heewoo bit his lip, stifling a cry, and quickly lowered his hand, grabbing Jang Seungyung’s thick wrist. Two fingers, entering easily unlike the first time, were roughly rubbing against his swollen, sensitive mucous membrane.

“Ah, hnn! Hnn!”

“Yes… hoo, it’s still ticklish here, isn’t it?”

Jang Seungyung said, his sharp nose brushing against the soft curve of his nostrils.

That’s because my heat is coming soon…. Heewoo had something to say, but he could only remain silent. He felt like lewd moans would spill out if he let his guard down even slightly.

Of course, in place of the swallowed sounds, wet, squishy noises rose uncontrollably from below. The man teased him.

“Your hole is begging, dripping with cum.”

“Ahh, w-wait, ahh…!”

“Aha, what’s this? You like this more than my cock?”

Another finger pushed its way into his hole. Heewoo hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands, swallowing a high-pitched sound.

Jang Seungyung burst into laughter at his reaction, his face flushed and cringing.

“Haa, with such a tiny hole, huh? Liking fingers and all….”

Should I just do it with this? Jang Seungyung said insincerely, roughly moving his wrist. He showered the omega he was completely smitten with, who was bouncing his buttocks and squirming, with incessant kisses. Expressing his yearning heart, since he couldn’t freely pour out his pheromones. Suppressing the frustration of not being able to thrust his cock into the tight hole that was clenching around his fingers, despite it only being satisfied with two or three of them.