DHG Ch 56

By the time the third finger began to move in and out of the tight opening, Heewoo had his arms wrapped around Jang Seungyung’s broad shoulders. He couldn’t lift his head, his face buried in the firm flesh.

“Why do you keep avoiding my eyes?”

Jang Seungyung asked. As if to help him hold his head up, he gently nudged Heewoo’s head away with his shoulder and touched their foreheads together.

Swallowing a ragged breath, Heewoo licked the inside of his mouth, tingling from their long kiss. He reluctantly lifted his gaze to meet the eyes so close to his face.

Like the man’s large physique, his fingers were also too thick and long. The feeling of being constantly stretched down there was overwhelming, and the piercing gaze above him wouldn’t let up, making it hard to even breathe. His heart was beating too fast.

Even now.

Whenever he tried to avert his gaze, even slightly, Jang Seungyung would nip at his nose or chin. He flinched at the teeth that gnawed at his lips, which already felt swollen, and the man pulled away from the kiss, letting out a soft breath.

“Look at me.”

A rough thumb gently caressed the skin around his eyes and eyebrows.

“Just look at me for a bit. Okay?”

At the gentle urging, he lifted his downcast gaze. Why did he keep insisting on eye contact when his heart was pounding so hard it made him dizzy?

As he held the unwavering gaze, his heart raced at the intense look in those eyes beneath thick eyebrows, at the red lips that frequently kissed him.

Thus, he involuntarily tightened his muscles around the fingers moving in and out below. Each time, Jang Seungyung would grin, revealing his teeth, which intensified the frantic trembling accompanied by fear and excitement.

There it was again. Could Jang Seungyung not feel the violent throbbing in his chest, even though they were so close? Heewoo had no choice but to hug the man again, using it as an excuse to avoid his gaze.

“Ah… avoiding my eyes again.”

Jang Seungyung teased. Pretending not to hear, Heewoo clung to him and inhaled the pheromones clinging to the man’s nape, and a clear laugh erupted near his ear.

But the playful sounds and laughter gradually subsided.

Jang Seungyung focused again on widening Heewoo’s soft, slick interior. Even he fell silent, and soon only ragged breaths and the obscene squelching of fingers against mucous membranes remained.

Finally, the hand prodding him withdrew slowly. Heewoo, who had been clenching his muscles around the intrusion and avoiding Jang Seungyung’s eyes, sensed the moment.

“Hoo.”

Jang Seungyung, catching his breath, tore open the alpha condom wrapper. His engorged penis, swaying heavily like a serpent’s head, was revealed.

Heewoo saw the source of the bulk that had been rubbing against his thigh, but he didn’t flinch. The blunt head, now covered with a slick membrane, touched his twitching entrance.

“…….”

Jang Seungyung narrowed his eyes. Honestly, he expected Heewoo to show some sign of aversion when he presented his cock.

However, Heewoo simply blinked, as if accepting everything that was about to happen. His face, which had lost some of its rosy flush, clearly showed fear, yet he didn’t push him away.

But the white face, which had feigned calmness like a still water surface, began to crumble.

“Ah… uh.”

The flush on Heewoo’s cheeks receded instantly at the pressure forcibly opening him. Tears welled up in his eyes, which had only been red before. Even his pretty cock, which had signaled excitement with its erection, wilted.

The problem was that Jang Seungyung, clearly seeing this reaction, wasn’t relaxed either. He was already using all his patience just to avoid slamming his twitching cock into the small hole he had painstakingly prepared.

“Uh, i-it’s okay…”

Heewoo, sensing his hesitation, spoke up. Seeing Jang Seungyung’s tense face, he lifted his head with difficulty. His trembling lips pressed firmly against the man’s tense jaw.

“Now, it’s good… uh, I…”

Please, hurry. Heewoo said, pale, with wavering black eyes.

Ha, now he’s even telling blatant lies. Jang Seungyung felt like his eyes were about to roll back. Even though he knew it was a lie, his heart ached, and every muscle in his body tensed, wanting to thrust inside immediately.

“You asked me to hurry.”

The words came out like a threat.

Heewoo accepted the statement, which was no different from a declaration. Jang Seungyung’s hands were already gripping Heewoo’s legs roughly, spreading them apart more forcefully than before.

The sheet, which had nominally remained, had long since been discarded. Heewoo’s knees were spread wide, the muscles in his inner thighs taut, and the hem of his shirt was rolled up to his upper abdomen. His buttocks and waist lifted into the air from the force, and Heewoo squeezed his eyes shut. Just as he was trembling slightly, as if accepting the imminent pain,

A sudden, overwhelmingly gentle pain washed over him.

No, could this even be called pain? Heewoo’s eyes flew open, but it was too late.

“Ah…! D-don’t…!”

Words of refusal came out for the first time since they entered the bedroom, but Heewoo couldn’t continue. First from shock, then from pleasure.

“Ah, ahh, aahh…!”

It was definitely an act he intensely disliked. A bestial act that felt so strange, bizarre, and abnormal.

An obscene act he had never once felt pleasure from, during any sexual act involving penetration, only pallid disgust he had to endure.

“Oh, w-what do I do, uh, ahh…”

But the moment he saw Jang Seungyung’s face buried in his most shameful part, a different kind of shock, one he had never experienced before, struck his reason with immense force.

The shame of having his most private part exposed to the person he liked, the transgression of not only showing it but also offering its taste to the lips and tongue of the man he cherished and held so dear.

No, could that act be simply described as offering a taste?

Devouring, or savoring. Heewoo’s hole and perineum were being consumed by wide-open lips, white, sharp teeth, and a hot, thick tongue. Jang Seungyung moved his lips and jaw ravenously, as if he were going to actually eat Heewoo.

“Ah, ah…!”

“Fucking beautiful, ha…”

The man’s breath, felt all over his sensitive area, was too hot. Heewoo’s delicate flesh was scraped by teeth, his inner flesh sucked relentlessly. His fluids and the man’s saliva mixed messily. His legs twitched in the air. The area behind his scrotum quickly became drenched.

Heewoo’s cheeks were now soaked with tears. Unaware that he was crying, he reached out with both hands. He tried to gently push Jang Seungyung away, but he witnessed an even more shocking sight.

His own cock, now bright red, came into view. Fully erect and dripping.

Feeling pleasure while having his bottom licked.

He couldn’t blame Jang Seungyung for this, could he? Not that he had any intention of blaming him in the first place… Heewoo was overwhelmed with immense guilt. It felt as if he was someone who could only be sexually satisfied by his lover performing bizarre acts.

“Huu… ah, uh…”

He whimpered and struggled, but it was a futile attempt, as he couldn’t move too vigorously for fear of hurting Jang Seungyung even slightly.

Now his groin, tailbone, lower back, and lower abdomen were all soaked. From below came the messy, squelching sounds of fluids, saliva, and air mixing together.

Finally, ravaged by pleasure, Heewoo climaxed, defenselessly offering his bottom. A thin, whimpering sound escaped his lips. His lower abdomen, navel, and the hem of his shirt covering his upper abdomen were covered in his own cum.

Only then did Jang Seungyung release Heewoo. No, he let go for a moment and then grabbed him again.

“Haha, why are you crying? Hmm?”

The huge man loomed over him like a beast that had gathered its strength and pounced, but Heewoo had no energy left to defend himself. Even though strong hands held one of his legs up, and something like a fist was heavily spreading his exposed bottom.

Heewoo could only see Jang Seungyung’s lips. Red lips, glistening with unspeakable fluids. He mustered all his strength and carefully wiped away the obscene moisture. That was all Heewoo could do.

“Don’t cry. You told me to hurry, didn’t you?”

Jang Seungyung said. He rubbed his wet lips and prominent nose against Heewoo’s trembling palm.

“I finally figured out a way…. Why are you crying? Huh? Look at this. It goes in nicely, doesn’t it?”

He said, rubbing his lips against Heewoo’s hand. He had already pushed his cock more than halfway in. A pleasant sigh escaped his lips at the tight, squeezing pressure.

“Haa…. Did you like it that much? Hmm? You seemed to be feeling it intensely. Your whole body is still, hoo, bright red….”

“Huu…”

“You’re flooded with cum. Huh? It’s all squishy…. Haa, your tiny little hole is so open, fuck, so obediently, taking it all in….”

It’s fucking good. Right? Spewing vulgar words, Seungyung showered Heewoo’s ear and cheek with small kisses.