MIM 83

He blinked a couple of times, and the illusion completely cleared, and the wallpaper pattern became clear. The afterglow faded just as quickly, and as he regained his composure, he became aware of a penis still firmly embedded behind him. His thighs were hot where they touched. He had to get him to ejaculate so that he wouldn’t suffer from heat exhaustion. In a few hours, the withdrawal symptoms from the suppressants would hit.

Ma Jae-seung rapid-fire thoughts were interrupted by a hand reaching out from behind and grabbing his waist. His body was lifted and his penis slid out of my pants. A trickle of lukewarm fluid dripped from between his legs, leaving a dark stain on the bed. Shin-woo floated over the mark and collapsed hard.

Looking at the ceiling, too scared to lie down, Ma Jae-seung crawled up and pounced on him. Standing on all fours, his muscular body towered over the scarred one. His pale-pigmented eyes were unfocused with need, but he never took his eyes off Shin-woo even for one moment. Meeting the oddly colored eyes, Shin-woo’s hands twitched slightly at his side.

Why hadn’t he been handcuffed?

The moment the question crossed his mind, Ma Jae-seung’s sweaty hand groped his chest. Damp sweat soaked his pectoral muscles and warmed his nipples. As his thumbs rubbed the bumps in deep circles, the enormous cock inside rubbed lazily between Shin-woo’s legs. The cock, stretched from ejaculation, and the less prominent nipples began to harden from the pressure and friction.

Shin-woo looked up at Ma Jae -seung, flushed from top to bottom. He jerked his hips back as if to urge him to fuck him faster, but his erect shaft only made a path along his perineum and hole, as if he were going to cum at any given moment.

Was he trying not to be rough out of guilt, even in the midst of his orgasm, or did he have faith in the other man after seeing him clean up after him? No matter how much Ma Jae-seung looked into his eyes, which shone through his loose silver hair, he couldn’t get a clear-cut answer.

Shin-woo reached out tentatively and gingerly brushed the edge of Ma Jae-seung’s chin. His fingertips grazed the nape of his neck as he carefully stroked down from his cheek. The hand moved in a ticklishly deliberate manner, then slowly, surely, and firmly, it groped the tendons of his neck. It wasn’t until the blunt nails reached the base of his throat did Ma Jae-seung finally catch Shin-woo’s wrist in his jaws.

He thought he was going to be crushed to the mattress and tied up, but Ma Jae-seung didn’t react, just held his wrist still. Shin-woo paused as he met Ma Jae-seung’s eyes, which showed absolutely no signs of fear, panic, or doubt.

[I’ll give you my surname if you become mine, Ma Shin-woo].

A vivid scene flashed through his mind.

[Why are you laughing?]

[If you really did that, the entire city of Jiangjiang would be turned upside down].

[What was that?]

His demeanor was bordering on shameless. The corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes were dark. It turned out to be a romance that wasn’t in touch with reality.

[I don’t give a shit about anything but you].

The moment he finally gave up a piece of his heart.

“Shin-woo.”

It was a voice that probably lingered in his memory. Shin-woo blinked coldly as he watched the lips spit out his name. A red tongue slid out from between those full lips, leaving a damp trail on the other man’s chest. The tongue, slithering like a snake, licked the slightly flexed muscles of his upper chest, then curled around his erect nipple. The rounded nipples rolled against his tongue, growing harder and harder. Shin-woo stood on tiptoe as his teeth grazed the plump bumps.

Tugging at the wet nipple with his hand, Ma Jae-seung climbed up until they were eye level again and buried his head in Shin-woo’s ear. His tongue curled around the ear that had been so relentlessly stimulated earlier. He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed his muscles, and then a hot cock pressed against the faded folds. His bottom hole was spreading again.

Even though he’d just had a full-on penetrative fuck, it felt like he was being pierced anew. When Shin-woo let out a shallow breath, Ma Jae-seung pulled one of Shin-woo’s hands, the one he’d been holding the whole time, and brought it to the back of his neck. Ma Jae-seung’s hand clung to his flesh and awkwardly wrapped around his neck. Leaning down, chest to chest, Ma Jae-seung pressed his furrowed brow against Shin-woo’s forehead.

“Hmph, hah…”

“Ah! Ugh.”

The only thing that hadn’t shrunk was the entrance, and as soon as the head pushed inside, the shaft of his penis pushed effortlessly into the already paved path. Water splashed from underneath with a crunching sound of friction, and soon the erect nipple was pressed against Ma Jae-Seung’s upper body and began to grind.

“Shin-woo.” 

The name was mangled at the end of a groan. He felt a chill in the pit of my stomach at the sound of his name. He could see Ma Jae-seung climaxing right in front of him. The slapping sounds grew thinner and thinner, and his ears rang with the frantic pounding of the field. The heat between his legs rose again as he stared into the other man’s eyes, unable to look away. Shin-woo gingerly touched the back of Ma Jae-seung’s neck with his hand, which he’d wrapped loosely around his neck, and the once clear, white skin stood upright in a puddle of water.

At that moment, his vision jerked, and he felt his body suddenly collapse into nothingness, his insides sinking in. His arms instinctively sought support to steady his shattered center.

Shin-woo hugged Ma Jae-seung tightly around the neck area.

Ma Jae-seung’s cologne lingered on the tip of his tongue, and his body heat was palpable. Without giving Shin-woo a chance to panic, Ma Jae-seung held him in a hug and continued to thrust, the hot column of his cock slamming into him with each thrust he made.

His eyes were spinning. Ma Jae-seung’s large hands gripped his ass, jerking up and down roughly, and he had to hold on to him to keep from falling backward. With a slippery hand that slid down his sweaty back, Shin-woo hugged Ma Jae-seung again. Their cheeks rubbed together, and then Ma Jae-seung turned his head and nibbled on his ear.

Their interlocking bodies fell back onto the bed. Even though he no longer needed to find support, Shin-woo didn’t release his hands from Ma Jae-seung’s neck. His cock swelled to bursting, filling his belly and clouding his consciousness with pleasure. There was no time left to think, to check my fever, to check my condition, to stop ejaculating. It just felt good, a first.

Shin-woo reached down with one hand and groped between his legs. His fingertips skimmed over my shaft and hard balls, then down to the junction. His hips swayed as he lowered his head to glance down, then back up to meet his eyes.

It was a strange feeling. He could feel the rim of the hole, stretched to the limit, receiving his cock. His perineum and scrotum jiggled together as the cock slid in and out of him, each time he felt a different kind of excitement. He’d grown up, but he was still taking the penis of a man who had once been a child deep inside his belly.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, ah, ah, ah…!”

A twelve-year-old who loved hot chocolate, craved parental attention, got bored playing with toys by himself, and often played hide-and-seek in the garden with the gardener when he first entered the mansion. Eyes that changed color as the years went by, as the time they spent together grew longer. Eyes that would occasionally move to his lips in conversation, eyes that would show lust.

Almost too scary to remember, Ma Jae-seung’s eyes slowly slid down from his eyes to a clown’s, then down his nose to his lips. As soon as he felt his gaze, even though he was a beta with no hits, Shin-woo became aroused. With a hesitant hand, he began to masturbate.

Once ejaculated, his penis became erect surprisingly quickly. Standing up stiffly, he squeezed and jerked his cock, which was dripping with pre-cum. Seeing Shin-woo masturbating, Ma Jae-seung chewed on his lower lip and raised his upper body. Then he grabbed both of Shin-woo’s thighs and pulled them toward his lower body, slamming into him hard.

“Hmph!”

Ma Jae-seung threw his head back with one last thrust. Neither the groaning nor the spurts stopped. The sensation of large amounts of lukewarm fluid pouring inside him was vivid. Tightening his back, Shin-woo climaxed at the same time.

A shudder ran down his inner thighs. His waist rose and fell in a series of spasms. Through his blurred vision of pleasure, he could only see Ma Jae-seung’s eyes looking down at him. He could think of nothing else.

His cock began to move inside him again. He squeezed his eyes shut, but even in the darkness, a pale green color seeped in and spread uncontrollably. Shin-woo took a deep breath.

The world was green.