M 161

After shaking his wrist once, Ki Tae-jeong narrowed his eyes, questioning the dampness that couldn’t be explained by the sticky pre-cum alone. Sehwa had briefly thought that Ki Tae-jeong’s voice, as he swallowed back curses, was a little sexy, but then he blushed and turned away from him. He had just wanted to clean himself and, if possible, relax his body, but he felt like he had been caught committing an unspeakable, lewd act.

“Did you stick something in there when you were showering earlier?”

“…”

“Did you spread your legs and prepare by sticking something in there, so I could fuck you?”

“That’s…, ah, hiss, ah!”

As Ki Tae-jeong’s hand, which had slipped down to his thighs, exerted force, Sehwa’s body almost folded in half. His erect dick bumped against his navel, and his knees almost touched his ears, exposing his wet hole.

“Brigadier General…!”

At the urgent call, Ki Tae-jeong only moved his eyes slightly to look at Sehwa.

“Just, if you just use your hands…”

Knowing how obsessively and well he sucked down there, Sehwa pleaded, slightly closing his legs.

“I’m going to, c-cum if you do that…”

He didn’t know how much he had been touched to already feel the urge to cum. Embarrassed, he stammered, and Ki Tae-jeong leaned his cheek against his folded knee, kissed him, and asked, his eyes still fixed on Sehwa.

“What do you want me to do to make you cum?”

“…That…”

“That? How am I supposed to know if you say it like that?”

“In the back… with your mouth…”

“Like this?”

As if he had been waiting for those words, Ki Tae-jeong spread Sehwa’s legs wide and immediately put his tongue to the sensitive spot.

“Wa, wait… ugh, ungh…”

“…Like this? Sucking you with my tongue like this? Sehwa.”

“Ah, hiss, haa…! Wait, just a moment!”

He licked the taut line of his perineum as if drawing a line, then sucked on the area with his lips. Sehwa’s body flinched greatly at the sudden, intense stimulation. Ki Tae-jeong’s face moved further and further down, leaving bright red teeth marks where his eyes could see.

The handsome bridge of the man’s nose pressed against the wet spot. Sehwa barely endured the rising urge to cum. He didn’t want to cum right after being rimmed… but every time Ki Tae-jeong’s fingers probed inside his hole and greedily licked the pooled pre-cum, his buttocks trembled embarrassingly. He was begging him to take it easy, but his body seemed to be begging him to suck harder.

“I’m going to, I’m going to cum, ah…, wait…, hiss…!”

The moment Ki Tae-jeong put his scrotum in his mouth and rolled it around, and thrust his fingers deep inside, Sehwa came. His limbs trembled as if struck by lightning. It was difficult to come to his senses from the huge wave of pleasure that had washed over him after so long.

“It’s so thick. The color and the smell.”

Ki Tae-jeong licked the semen that had dripped down his shaft and smiled contentedly. What was so delicious about the sour, white-smelling stuff that he kept sucking it? Sehwa covered his eyes with his forearm in embarrassment.

“So I, heung, just a little… slo-slowly…, heuk…”

“I am going slowly.”

The number of fingers thrusting inside increased, and pre-cum splashed everywhere. He had just cum, but constantly stimulating the most sensitive spot made him feel like he was really going to die. Sehwa couldn’t even manage to stop him or beg him. Sehwa panted, his tongue slightly out like a dog.

“Do you like it that much?”

“Yeah, euung…”

“Still, don’t take the pill.”

Ki Tae-jeong whispered, obsessively leaving teeth marks around his hole. Every time he pressed his lips close to Sehwa’s sensitive spot and spoke, his lower abdomen tingled. Sehwa squeezed his tearful eyes shut, trying not to cry. What should he do? He felt like he was going to cum again…

“I’ll take care of it from now on.”

“Stop, th-, heut…!”

“Got it?”

Ki Tae-jeong, who raised his head, had glistening lips. Ki Tae-jeong smiled as he wiped the pre-cum soaked chin with his palm. Sehwa couldn’t bear it any longer and covered his eyes with the back of his hand, weakly nodding. Anything was fine, just please stop now…

Ki Tae-jeong stirred the fingers he had inserted into Sehwa’s hole and grabbed his dick with his other hand. Ah, was he going to put it in now? Good. He’d rather Ki Tae-jeong just put it in quickly. He couldn’t endure such a long foreplay as before. At the sound of tapping, Sehwa reflexively turned his head and his eyes widened.

“Th, that… what’s wrong?”

“What?”

“Why is it bigger…?”

“Are you asking why I’m hard?”

Looking at his fully erect dick made the pleasure that had been melting his body completely disappear. Earlier, it had been hidden by the robe and towel, so he hadn’t had a chance to see it properly. Just the heavy weight of it made him think, yeah, it was really big…

“No, before… it wasn’t this big…”

What was this? No, really. Why was it bigger? Was it just because it had been a while…? No, even so, it wasn’t that big. Seeing Sehwa unable to continue speaking, Ki Tae-jeong looked down at his lower body with indifferent eyes.

“I don’t know. I’ve been working out a bit. Does that make people dick bigger?”

It seemed that the feeling that Ki Tae-jeong’s physique had become larger than before was not just a feeling. Sehwa quietly closed his spread legs. The determination he had made and the pleasure that had been savagely tearing through his insides were already gone. No way. How could he put that in…?

“Hmm. Come to think of it, I should be careful.”

Ki Tae-jeong firmly gripped the back of Sehwa’s knees as if there was no way out, and ran the head of his dick along his hole.

“I gained 3kg? 4kg? That much muscle. You won’t be able to handle it if I fuck you like before.”

Since there was more weight, it would go in deeper. Ki Tae-jeong muttered, staring intently at Sehwa’s lower body. It seemed like he was gauging how much he could insert.

Sehwa struggled to recall the weight he remembered, forcing his pleasure-addled brain to work. 3kg… How much was that? Sehwa, blinking slowly, realized that the packaging unit for the flour he often used was 1kg and hiccuped slightly. That meant there were three more of those added… Even if it didn’t seem like much, if that much muscle had been added to his already large body, which felt like a boulder, the perceived weight would be even greater.

Could he do it? Should he do it from behind, or from the side? Or should he just skip it today…? He timidly glanced at Ki Tae-jeong, but Ki Tae-jeong, who was also deeply contemplating something, called him in an unusual voice.

“Lee Sehwa.”

“…Yes?”

“I’m asking lightly, so say no if you don’t want to.”

His body, which had been half-folded, slowly unfolded, and Sehwa’s spread buttocks were gently placed on Ki Tae-jeong’s widely spread thighs, with his knees on the sheet. If he moved just a little, he could wrap his legs around Ki Tae-jeong’s waist, or he could push him away and sit up as if nothing had happened.

Judging by the fact that the sticky heat was still there, it didn’t seem like he was going to stop. Did he want to do something more than just insert it? Sehwa didn’t know any acts beyond inserting and cumming, so he curled up in his body with unnecessary tension.

“I, um…”

Ki Tae-jeong stroked Sehwa’s straight calves, then hesitated and asked.

“Can I… call you ‘honey’?”

Before the meaning of the words could be conveyed, his face was so unfamiliar that Sehwa blinked slowly. He seemed hesitant, worried… and strangely youthful. It was a face that was difficult to describe, a truly unfamiliar face. Come to think of it, Ki Tae-jeong wasn’t that old, even if there was a gap between them. He was only just over thirty, wasn’t he?

“I thought you didn’t dislike being called ‘honey’ at the restaurant back then. Of course, the situation at the time was a bit special.”

“…”

“No. It was just my greed, forget I said anything.”

Ki Tae-jeong quickly added, as if he had taken his inability to open his mouth to find a reply as a rejection. Looking at his listlessly smiling face, his chest ached for some reason. What was that? He shouldn’t have said anything in the first place. How could he forget after hearing something like that…? The back of his eyelids instantly felt hot because of the cowardly Ki Tae-jeong.

“Ah…!”

As if changing masks, he instantly returned to his usual face and rushed at Sehwa with his whole body, as if trying to shake off the awkwardness with sex.

“Ah, it hurts…”

“A lot?”

“There, th… stop…”

“Hmm, this doesn’t seem to hurt.”

Ki Tae-jeong, as if marking his territory, bit and sucked at every part of Sehwa within his reach, rubbing his dick against the shrunken hole. Each time his stomach swelled and deflated as he groaned, his dick pushed in a little more. It was hard, but not so painful that he wanted to push him away, perhaps because Ki Tae-jeong knew better than he did when the hole opened and tightened. Ki Tae-jeong kept knocking and rubbing against the wet inner walls, maintaining just the right level of breathlessness.

“Hngh!”

The club-like dick, which had been forcing its way inside, touched a certain spot for a moment. Ah. The tip of his chin trembled, and his head kept falling back.

“No, no. This is too much….”

Tears streamed down his face as he shook his head, but unlike his usual gentle coaxing when he cried, he pretended not to notice until the end. Or rather, he seemed to like it.

“Haa!”

Seeing Sehwa’s dick twitch, Ki Tae-jeong readjusted his position. The hard glans relentlessly dug into the spot where the inner walls were tightening. The flushed inner walls clung to the shaft like suction cups, and the hole ravenously chewed on his dick.

“Ah!”