DHG Ch 60

Heewoo was struggling, trying to escape even a little from the flesh pillar that was ravaging his insides, as if it would pierce through the condom and knot him. It was almost too much.

“……!”

The man, holding Heewoo’s hand, suddenly fell back. Heewoo’s weight lurched forward. Fortunately, their tightly clasped hands acted as a support, preventing him from falling, but it couldn’t stop his full weight from suddenly landing on their point of connection.

“Ah, hng, ung…!”

Heewoo cried out in a moan that sounded like a scream at the blunt pleasure settling in his stomach. The man’s impossibly vivid member was pushing in deeper than he could believe.

Heewoo’s eyes widened. His cervix, which had barely been touched since their first time and had only been threateningly pressed against several times, was now being ground into.

“Haah….”

Meanwhile, a satisfied sigh escaped Jang Seungyung’s lips, having finally managed to sit Heewoo, whose lower body had softened, on top of him. He stared intently at Heewoo, whose white body was flushed red in various places, without even blinking.

“Hng….”

Heewoo’s slender, dancer-like waist writhed. His efforts to avoid the merciless cock ravaging his insides were admirable, but Jang Seungyung’s other hand was firmly gripping his hips, so there was a limit to his struggles.

In the end, the choices in the silence were limited.

Heewoo bit his lip hard. He used their clasped hands as support and forced his trembling knees to take his weight.

“Uhng, hng….”

He intended to draw out some pleasure, to blur the vivid fear of his insides being repeatedly split open. He swayed his hips slightly, struggling to grind against the good spot hidden within his flesh.

As he stimulated his own sensitive point little by little, his neck naturally tilted back. His white chest protruded. The silver pendant, resembling a delicate leaf, swayed and shimmered above the two mounds of flesh that peaked with his pleasure-seeking movements.

“Fuck, his nipples… I’m going crazy, they’re so fucking pretty, ha…”

Jang Seungyung let out a rough sound. He had intended to just watch for a moment, but he couldn’t stand it for even a minute.

Unable to endure it any longer, he abruptly sat up. Pulling his cock out, he wrapped his arms around Heewoo’s back as he fell backward. He immediately began to caress and fondle the prominent nipples on Heewoo’s thin chest. Obscene words poured into Heewoo’s ears.

“Hoo, your nipples are so hard…. Do you know? What color are these? Fuck, they’re so soft, I’m losing my mind….”

“Haah, ah, ah…!”

“Haha, you like that, huh? Aren’t you going to answer?”

The insistent man playfully tugged at the pink flesh. He licked, sucked, nibbled with his teeth, rubbed his lips against them, poked with his fingertips, and rubbed his nose all over them.

He didn’t stop until both nipples, which had been a light color, were swollen and dark, until the panting Heewoo, with tears in his eyes, finally answered, “Yes, I know, I see they’re hard… They’re red.”

Only when Heewoo, unable to bear the shame any longer, lowered his tearful gaze did Jang Seungyung let him go. He pulled his cock out and gently laid down the flushed body.

He reached down and checked Heewoo’s penis as well. Unlike its pretty appearance, the rather large, masculine cock, now hard from having its nipples played with, was incredibly arousing.

“Haah…. You should tell me if your nipples are sensitive.”

“Hng….”

“Just from sucking on them a bit, you’re leaking from both ends, hoo? Is that so?”

Jang Seungyung leisurely spread Heewoo’s legs, which were covering his reddened chest with his arms. The sight of the lewdly wet space between his shapely legs, despite its innocent appearance, was obscene. Especially the honey-like fluid coating the entrance, which pulsed and throbbed as if breathing.

He wanted to lick, suck, and bite, but Heewoo would probably hate it.

Jang Seungyung clicked his tongue and aligned his cock with the reddened hole, which was leaking fluids. He nudged open the small, twitching lips that clung to the blunt tip of his cock.

Heewoo teared up as he took in the large pillar of flesh once more. He was ashamed of his lower body, which, against his will, twitched and spasmed, sweetly engulfing and hiding the monstrous phallus.

“Hng….”

But now, he didn’t have the energy to cover his shameless lower half, nor did he feel any shame. He couldn’t even lift a finger.

The only part of him that could move was the open orifice receiving the man. His whole body was limp like a wet sheet, but that one spot was reflexively clenching tightly.

“Haah, slowly… Hng, slowly…”

“Haah…. You need to let me go in deeper.”

Jang Seungyung stroked Heewoo’s body. Heewoo only gasped, finding the touch of his hand too hot and stimulating.

“Yes, just like that… Good, a little more.”

“Uhng!”

“You like this spot, don’t you? Haah, you like it when I touch your nipples?”

“Aah, yes, aah—.”

“Haha, you like it?”

Hearing Heewoo’s honest affirmation, Jang Seungyung couldn’t hold back any longer and kissed him. He had wanted to let him breathe, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. What could he do when he felt like he was going crazy wanting to kiss him?

“Hah, hng—.”

“Haah, breathe…. Don’t hold your breath, okay?”

But a sliver of conscience remained, and he occasionally broke the kiss. Instead, he nibbled and sucked on Heewoo’s smooth chin, controlling his thrusts.

After repeatedly pushing all the way in and grinding slowly, a moan escaped Jang Seungyung’s lips as he rubbed his thick pubic hair against the taut, open, red ring and the swollen, soft perineum. With the repeated, explicit acts, Heewoo’s cock began to harden again.

“Ah, it’s too much, sob, it’s too much, hng, sob….”

Heewoo grimaced, looking at his own cock, which had hardened despite being exhausted. His cheeks flushed at the rough hair against his groin, and he writhed, unable to keep still as the sensation intensified.

Jang Seungyung, unable to hide his flushed face, showered kisses on Heewoo’s cheeks. The warm, inner mucous membrane was sucking on his cock. It was tightly engulfing him, leaving no space. Sweet fluid, laced with pheromones, flowed freely.

“Okay…. I’ll be gentle.”

“Ah, ah, ah!”

“Hoo…. Come here.”

Reining himself in, Jang Seungyung soothed Heewoo and they shared some water. Another empty water bottle joined the mess on the floor, clinking as it landed.

Licking Heewoo’s cool, wet lips, Jang Seungyung spread his legs again. He slowly pushed his cock into the loosened, wet hole. His hard, muscular thighs pressed against Heewoo’s soft buttocks.

“Your heat’s ending now, isn’t it?”

Jang Seungyung said, not taking his eyes off Heewoo’s flushed face, cock, and hole.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against the moaning Heewoo’s neck. The already faint scent of pheromones was fading even further.

Unable to contain his disappointment, he buried his face deep in Heewoo’s sweaty neck. He tasted the sticky, sweet skin and pushed his cock in deeper.

“Ah, ah…”

The already stretched flesh squelched and yielded to the changed angle. Jang Seungyung continued thrusting. Throughout their coupling, he had repeatedly and deliberately pressed against the hidden entrance.

With the intention of eventually making that place accept his knotted cock completely.

Jang Seungyung slowly caressed Heewoo’s still somewhat immature body with his hand. His thin neck, slender chest, slim calves, and his ankles, which fit in his hand.

If he fed him well and took good care of him, this body would ripen. Then, it would be able to easily accommodate his cock, thickened by knotting.

‘Could he possibly get pregnant?’

A fleeting thought made Jang Seungyung’s eyes sparkle. He had never imagined having children in his life plan, but now that he thought about it, it didn’t seem bad. If it was one of the effects Kwon Heewoo would have on his life.

He licked and sucked on the pink nipples, imagining them full of his seed and leaking milky fluid. He coated both of them with saliva until they glistened transparently.

As he sucked on them as if he were truly breastfeeding, Heewoo gently pushed his shoulder away. Jang Seungyung regretfully rubbed his lips against the taut buds and spoke.

“Hmm, tomorrow…. Let’s go out.”

“Hng…. Tomorrow?”

Heewoo asked. He blinked a couple of times, and his clear eyes, looking up at him, were now properly focused.

Jang Seungyung found that clear gaze both absurd and somewhat cute. To go from acting so sexily as if to steal his soul, to having such clear eyes after a single everyday conversation. And with his cock still swallowed by Heewoo’s hole, no less.

“Yeah. Let’s go to the hospital together… Hoo, and eat something delicious.”

He gazed down at the thoughtful, dark eyes with affection and kissed his eyelids.

“Of course, you taste the best to me…. So we’ll do this again too.”

When he asked, “You find me delicious too, right?”, Heewoo reached out, as if he couldn’t hold back his blatant gaze any longer.

Heewoo covered Jang Seungyung’s eyes with his palm, then hesitantly stretched out both arms. Jang Seungyung readily responded to the motion of pulling him into an embrace, bursting into laughter.