CI 3.18

Though frightened, since he had taken it in before, it seemed unlikely that it suddenly wouldn’t fit just because the operator had changed. After the two of them had stretched it open with three fingers earlier as if in a threesome, his entrance should have been loosened quite a bit.

Taking out a condom, Son Yeo-il carefully checked the direction to avoid repeating the mistake from last time. With one hand holding the base of the shaft and the other gently rolling the rubber membrane down from the top.

While adding encouragements like “good, good” as if soothing a child, Won Hee-yeon had a terrifyingly excited expression on his face. Not only was his cock swollen as if about to burst out of the condom, but the skin around his collarbone had turned red, making it look as if his black and white rose tattoo had been colored.

“Whew…you’re doing well.”

Now that the introductions were over, it was time to move on to the main point. Son Yeo-il straddled Won Hee-yeon with his legs spread wide open, just as he had done earlier when preparing himself. Pressing the shaft he held against the entrance, he felt a considerable compression pressure that seemed to mash the flesh.

However, as a man, he couldn’t draw a sword and not wield it. Son Yeo-il considered whether to gently coax it in while just teasing the entrance or to insert it deeply at once as Won Hee-yeon had done.

I think it’s better to go slowly. It’s not that I’m scared, no, actually because I am scared…

Thinking this, he wiggled his legs to slowly lower himself, but at that moment, Won Hee-yeon suddenly reached out and stickily caressed Son Yeo-il’s knee that was touching the bed. A chill ran up from behind his knee, weakening his legs, and causing Son Yeo-il to sit down faster and deeper than he had intended.

“Ungh!”

Startled, Son Yeo-il braced both hands firmly against Won Hee-yeon’s chest with a thud. Won Hee-yeon grinned as if even that felt good.

“That’s right. What’s a wife’s chest for, if not for this? It’s there to be grabbed at times like this, right?”

Though disgusted by the shameless comment, the feel of the chest muscles under his hands was indeed pleasant—firm yet soft and resilient.

“Haah…I told you to stay still, so why did you suddenly touch my knee…”

“Well, you weren’t moving at all, so I thought our husband might have fallen asleep holding my cock, so I just touched to check.”

Even with bloodshot eyes from excitement, Won Hee-yeon couldn’t stop joking. It felt like he kept disobeying, but Son Yeo-il was too busy panting to properly admonish him.

His hastily stretched entrance felt tight. He hadn’t checked the exact depth of insertion, but it felt like maybe half was in, and it was strange that it already felt so challenging.

Why does it feel so full already? Is it because it’s awkwardly inserted? Should I push in more? Or pull out for a moment?

There was no time for lengthy consideration. Son Yeo-il’s legs were trembling uncontrollably like a newborn giraffe, and Won Hee-yeon was watching him intently like a lion stalking its prey. His eyes were sinister and sticky, as if he might do something to Son Yeo-il at any moment.

It was obvious that trying to hold out while just gauging angles would lead to trouble, whether Son Yeo-il collapsed or Won Hee-yeon forcibly sat him down. Son Yeo-il simply sat down boldly on Won Hee-yeon’s body with a thud.

“Ugh, hiiik…!”

Won Hee-yeon’s erect cock scraped against his inner walls as it burrowed deep inside. Son Yeo-il tightly closed his eyes, unable to even properly let out a moan. For a moment, his waist nearly jerked backward, but feeling like he might collapse if that happened, he forcibly hunched his body.

Was it because of the changed position? The sensation of insertion felt more vivid and deep. It felt chilling, as if Won Hee-yeon had entered places he shouldn’t have, and it was all the more tormenting because sensitive spots were being touched in the process.

Without the skill to find his own spot and adjust the angle, it seemed that his insides were simply filled with a massive piece of flesh, pressing against everything with nothing left unpressed.

Son Yeo-il just twitched for a long time while sitting on Won Hee-yeon’s body. The innocent air grew hot with his gasping breaths of “huk, huk.” Though unintended, the more he teased like this, the more fiercely Won Hee-yeon’s excitement swelled.

“Baby.”

Won Hee-yeon raised his hand from caressing Son Yeo-il’s knee and lightly grasped his thigh. With the hot fingers touching the spot where the silk shirt hem was already tickling, Son Yeo-il felt like he might stop breathing in the next moment.

“Haa, haa, yes.”

“What are you doing just sitting still? Hmm?”

“No, wait, just one moment…”

“Our baby said he’d take care of everything, so here I am lying naked with my cock out for you to devour. Hmm? Why are you just holding it in your lower mouth without even sucking on it?”

Won Hee-yeon’s hand suddenly exerted force. Gone was the Son Yeo-il who had boastfully declared he would handle everything—now he was groaning like someone being dunned for a debt as he forcibly lifted his body.

“I’m going to do it…Whew…”

Won Hee-yeon’s cock, which had fiercely scraped against his insides on the way in, stimulated all sorts of places on the way out as well. Fighting through the dizzying sensation, he raised his hips, and then it was time to lower them again. Son Yeo-il lowered his waist while trembling in fear of the pleasure that was waiting for him.

“Huk, ungh…”

As their bodies connected again, a heavier stimulation than anticipated approached. The pleasure that made his lower body whimper kept climbing up his spine, making his head spin in circles.

Having moved his body just a couple of times, Son Yeo-il was breathing heavily with glazed eyes as if he’d been having sex for three hours. He was bewildered by how quickly he was feeling it.

How long has it been since I put it in, and already I’m like this?

The problem seemed to be the shirt hem constantly tickling his skin. Son Yeo-il unbuttoned his shirt, intending to take it off. After unfastening a couple of buttons, he suddenly met Won Hee-yeon’s gaze head-on.

Won Hee-yeon was merely looking with the hope that Son Yeo-il wouldn’t remove the shirt, but Son Yeo-il, feeling unnecessarily guilty, became irritated. It seemed like the reason his body wasn’t listening to him was all because of Won Hee-yeon.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“I’m just looking at what’s mine. What’s the problem?”

Though the words “What’s mine” made him feel ticklish, since he had used that phrase first, there was nothing left to say. Son Yeo-il grumbled with a disgruntled expression on his face.

“I can’t do it when our eyes meet like this.”

“Ah. Really? Then you can look the other way so our eyes don’t meet.”

Won Hee-yeon languidly pointed toward his feet. Son Yeo-il was about to ignore it, wondering what he meant by that, but the next moment he became slightly intrigued. Physically, it seemed entirely possible.

Son Yeo-il left his half-removed shirt as it was and began turning his body while still in a half-inserted state. As he did so, he let out a gasp as the sensation of something filling him inside twisted and strongly rubbed against his inner walls.

The momentary stimulation was so strong that Son Yeo-il almost ejaculated. Startled, he pulled his waist back, and Won Hee-yeon’s cock, now outside Son Yeo-il’s body, wriggled as if upset.

Feeling as if the fierce piece of flesh was urging him on, Son Yeo-il hurriedly moved his body. He turned 180 degrees, sat facing Won Hee-yeon’s feet, and attempted insertion again.

“Hmm, ugh…”

Though he thought it would go in easily since he was already stretched open, Won Hee-yeon’s member had become even larger and harder than before. After somehow pushing it in, what followed also felt rather challenging.

Turning around didn’t make it any smaller, so the tight feeling remained. The angle of pressure changed, but the intensity of the stimulation didn’t change much either.

Still, it was better that the slippery gaze examining him was gone. Son Yeo-il took a small deep breath and repeatedly lifted his body and sat down with a light thud. At first, his movements were slow as if exploring, but as sensitive spots were stimulated, he gradually sped up.

“Ha, hmmmm, haaah, huk!”

While Son Yeo-il closed his eyes and moved his waist as if chasing the sensations inside him, his engorged member repeatedly rose and fell with his body’s movements, hitting the bed with a thud.

The movements inside were equally busy. When Won Hee-yeon’s member entered deeply, it tightly gripped inside as if refusing to easily give way, and when it withdrew again, it clung to the shaft stickily as if reluctant to let go.

Amidst the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the wet sound of rubbed membranes pulling away echoed moistly. His shirt had slipped down enough to reveal his shoulders, and their mixed breathing grew increasingly rough.

Ah, I think I’m going to cum again.

Feeling like he was instantly approaching his limit, Son Yeo-il’s waist slowed again. After lowering his hips that he had slowly raised, Son Yeo-il remained still for a moment, not wanting to ejaculate just yet.

“Haah, uh, hik…?”

At that moment, Won Hee-yeon suddenly brought his hands to Son Yeo-il’s buttocks. His palm, lifting the shirt, touched the moist skin. When Son Yeo-il jerked in surprise and tried to look back, Won Hee-yeon applied gentle pressure with his palm as if telling him to keep moving. Unconsciously following his lead and lifting his body, Son Yeo-il realized something.

Isn’t the problem not making eye contact, but that it’s more embarrassing being watched from behind?

Come to think of it, the scene from behind seemed more serious. Son Yeo-il had completely exposed to Won Hee-yeon the sight of him struggling to lift his buttocks and then sitting down to swallow Won Hee-yeon’s cock.

Once that thought occurred to him, he felt too embarrassed to move again. His heart pounded so hard it ached in his chest, and from the tips of his ears to the nape of his neck, he felt a burning heat wash over him.

Meanwhile, Won Hee-yeon continued to feast with his eyes. His intense gaze traced over Son Yeo-il’s pink nape and shoulders, his trembling buttocks, and even down to his toes.

In the taut silence, the tension and excitement only grew. Having visually devoured Son Yeo-il, Won Hee-yeon now seemed intent on tasting him physically as well, raising his hands from Son Yeo-il’s buttocks to grip his waist. Son Yeo-il’s weakly trembling body sank down onto Won Hee-yeon.

“Ungh, hmm, urgh!”

Son Yeo-il’s hole engulfed Won Hee-yeon’s member deeper than ever before. No, rather than engulfing, it was more accurate to say his lower body was skewered by a long stick. The head of the cock, pulling at his insides, pressed firmly against a deep spot.

He felt a violent pleasure as if the top of his head was being pounded. With his eyes tightly closed, afraid of the spinning, flashing vision, Son Yeo-il ejaculated without resistance.

“Aah, aaaah…”

Whimpering moans flowed from his lips, and the tip of his cock streamed milky fluid. Unable to think of anything, he was left helplessly panting for breath.

After what seemed like a gap in memory, when he regained his senses, Son Yeo-il found himself hunched over Won Hee-yeon’s thighs, still in an inserted state, as if he lacked the strength to sit upright. His lower abdomen continued to tremble with the residual heat of excitement.

From behind came the sound of Won Hee-yeon’s labored breathing. Despite the ferocious energy transmitted from his fingertips holding Son Yeo-il’s waist, he languidly joked, “Wow, I thought you’d really fallen asleep this time.”

“No, haah, not really…”

Even in his half-dazed state, Son Yeo-il’s mouth worked automatically to reply. Won Hee-yeon chuckled softly and moved his hands from Son Yeo-il’s waist further forward. At the touch strongly caressing from his lower abdomen up to his solar plexus, Son Yeo-il reluctantly straightened his waist.

Won Hee-yeon’s organ inside his body was still massively swollen. Though he understood intellectually that they were still in the middle of sex and needed to keep moving, he truly couldn’t imagine continuing.

As Son Yeo-il hesitated, just biting his lips, Won Hee-yeon more subtly stroked Son Yeo-il’s abdomen and the lower part of his chest. Having just ejaculated and become sensitive, Son Yeo-il’s body trembled at even this touch. Finding this amusing, Won Hee-yeon asked in a voice tinged with laughter, “Where has the husband who said he’d take care of everything gone?”

“…He’s gone.”

“Huh? What on earth does that mean?”

When Son Yeo-il answered quietly out of embarrassment, Won Hee-yeon reacted with exaggerated surprise. With his body flushed bright red, Son Yeo-il shouted back, “I said he’s gone! You saw me come twice already!”

Won Hee-yeon laughed even harder at that, but his cock inside him continued to throb ferociously. The whole situation was ridiculous to him, too.

It was funny for Son Yeo-il to be flailing around with his huge lover on top of him, not knowing how to do anything right, and it was funny for Won Hee-yeon to keep his cock erect while watching.

And although he was exhausted a little faster than Won Hee-yeon, Son Yeo-il was still as horny as ever. There was no reason not to be excited to be flesh to flesh with someone who thought he was adorable and cute, and to have him want him so badly and so consistently.

In fact, Son Yeo-il kind of liked the idea of being in control. He was his, and vice versa, and it didn’t make any difference who was in control. Deciding to let go of his useless stubbornness, Son Yeo-il mustered up the courage to say out loud.

“…”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“Now, Mr. Hee-yeon, please take care of…”

There was a brief silence between the two, followed by a loud swallowing sound, and then Won Hee-yeon raised his upper body.

Son Yeo-il, now inserted, seemed to be sitting on his thighs, a pleasant heartbeat emanating from his chest cavity against the other man’s back. Won Hee-yeon raised his knees slightly, and Son Yeo-il’s legs on either side of Won Hee-yeon’s spread wide.

Won Hee-yeon wrapped one hand supportively around the front of Son Yeo-il’s chest and leaned his head down to bury his nose near Son Yeo-il’s neck and shoulder. He was embarrassed by the unfamiliar position, but he had already been held tightly there.

After greedily inhaling Son Yeo-il’s scent, Won Hee-yeon thrust his hips upward without warning. The swollen shaft of his cock plunged deeply, almost touching Son Yeo-il’s lucid mind.

“Hmph!”

He didn’t care what happened to me at this moment. He didn’t feel despair, but rather the certainty that whatever Won Hee-yeon had for him would be sweet. With all his heart at his fingertips, Son Yeo-il clutched Won Hee-yeon’s arm tightly.

<To Be Continue>