PSY CH 81

“Haah, haah.”

As their lips barely parted, Jooyoung let out a shallow breath. Dohyun, who had been busy devouring him like someone who hadn’t eaten in days, didn’t notice the faint smile on Jooyoung’s lips.

He was kissing along Jooyoung’s cheek and nape when he reached for Jooyoung’s waist to take off his clothes. But his rushed hand stilled the moment he realized it was his own shirt Jooyoung was wearing.

“…Ha, shit.”

His vision burst like fireworks. His heart thudded wildly, not knowing why Jooyoung was even wearing his clothes. Clutching the fabric, Dohyun trembled before deciding not to take it off. Instead, he dropped to his knees.

“Ah!”

He nearly ripped open the buckle of Jooyoung’s pants and yanked down his underwear all at once. Jooyoung’s half-hardened, flushed member was exposed. When Dohyun took it into his mouth, Jooyoung gripped his shoulders and bent over with a deep shudder. Dohyun could feel how Jooyoung’s thin body trembled.

“Ah, ah…!”

As he sucked Jooyoung’s length, his hand slid to Jooyoung’s backside, stroking the tightly closed entrance. No matter how much he rubbed, no slickness came. The dry skin made him increasingly frantic. He didn’t even think to grab lube or a condom.

He turned Jooyoung around and spread his cheeks wide. The pink, puckered entrance twitched slightly. Without hesitation, he brought his mouth to it.

“Agh!”

Jooyoung let out a dizzy moan as he pressed his forehead against the glass.

Dohyun flattened his tongue and lapped at the folds like a dog, and the moment the tight ring fluttered, he pushed his tongue in.

“Ha, shit…”

The tight clench made him feel like his tongue would snap. He gripped Jooyoung’s ass harshly and made a mess with his tongue. The soft texture of Jooyoung’s insides vividly met his hypersensitive tongue—and it felt unbelievably good.

“Haah, haah.”

Just as the entrance began to pulse and a dampness seeped from within, Dohyun pulled back. He pressed two fingers together and pushed them in all at once.

“Ugh!”

The squelching sound told him Jooyoung’s insides were loosening. Jooyoung panted like someone who had just been pulled out of water. Each time Dohyun moved his fingers in and out, the inner flesh was briefly exposed, reddened, wet, and trembling. It was the most arousing sight in the world.

“I don’t like doing it from behind.”

Jooyoung turned his head and pushed against Dohyun’s shoulder.

“I want to see your face.”

The muscles along Dohyun’s neck tensed sharply. His hard abdominal muscles twitched, and the tip of his erection, bulging atop his thigh, quickly grew damp.

It was undeniable proof of release.

“Ha…”

He wondered if this was what being enchanted by a fox felt like. Dohyun’s body shuddered. He felt like he was burning up, growing dazed.

“…Fuck.”

He stood up abruptly and slipped his arms under Jooyoung’s armpits. Lifting him easily, Jooyoung naturally wrapped his legs around Dohyun’s waist and clung on.

“Ugh.”

Supporting Jooyoung’s weight with one arm, Dohyun yanked down his own pants and underwear. Even though he’d already come, his erection hadn’t subsided. It sprang back up with a thud, leaking cloudy precum. 

He dropped Jooyoung onto the sofa, stripped off everything except his shirt, and immediately buried his face into Jooyoung’s nape.

“Huff, huh…”

With every breath, their scents mixed together. Dohyun’s eyes twitched, as if he were drunk on it.

Still breathing heavily, he guided his slick member to Jooyoung’s entrance. He rubbed the head against the pliant folds, then slowly pushed in.

“Ah…!”

Jooyoung’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck. His insides clenched and released around the intrusion. The first time he entered was always the hardest because Jooyoung’s body always reacted this way. 

Dohyun winced and panted heavily. He focused on the small, slender body in his arms. He reminded himself to go slow, to not scare him…

Then—

“Why… are you holding back?”

Jooyoung whispered against the underside of his ear.

“…What?”

“Don’t hold… back.”

The soft voice slipped into his ears, and that was his breaking point. Dohyun drove his hips up forcefully.

“Fuck…!”

“Ah!”

Jooyoung’s inner walls clenched violently, nearly chewing on him. The overwhelming pleasure made every muscle in Dohyun’s body tense. He pulled out until only the tip remained, and as the fluid pooled inside spilled out and splattered on the floor, he thrust all the way back in.

“Agh, ngh!”

Squelch, squelch. The air between them sizzled with heat every time their wet bodies collided. Dohyun’s face twisted like he might cry as he continued his rough thrusts. He knew he shouldn’t—but Jooyoung’s gestures, even his throwaway comments, always knocked him off balance.

“Fuck, seriously, haah, haah…”

“Ah, ahn!”

“Why do you… haah… do this to me… fuck…”

Even as he devoured Jooyoung like a man starved, resentment clung to every breath.

Jooyoung’s little sidekick. Jooyoung’s lackey.

Those mocking nicknames used to feel natural when he was younger. He hadn’t thought to question them—he simply liked Jooyoung too much. But as their time together piled up, feelings of bitterness, resentment, and disappointment began to grow inside him.

Why doesn’t Jooyoung ever get called Hwang Dohyun’s shadow? Why is it always him who longs, who chases?

Even when he was slamming his hips deep into Jooyoung’s belly and pinning him beneath his body, Jooyoung was still Jooyoung, and he was still just “that guy clinging to Bae Jooyoung.” A shitty hunch whispered that this would never change—that this imbalance would be permanent.

“Damn it…”

Dohyun muttered a curse under his breath, but still couldn’t loosen the arms wrapped around Jooyoung. He didn’t understand why this small, skinny man felt so overwhelmingly large and heavy in his world. 

His thrusts grew faster. It wasn’t just about chasing pleasure—it was a desperate attempt to leave something of himself inside Jooyoung, to mark his existence somehow.

“Ah, ah!”

“Haa, haa, ngh…!”

Gritting his teeth, Dohyun rammed himself in so deep it felt like he was hitting the narrowest part of Jooyoung’s insides.

“Ah—ngh!”

He could feel Jooyoung squirming in his arms, but he stubbornly pressed on his penis into that tender flesh. With a strange, squelching sound, the forcibly spread flesh clamped down hard around him.

“Wai—ngh!”

Jooyoung’s stomach spasmed.

“Don’t—ah…! Wait, just—haa, ngh!”

“You said don’t hold back. Fuck, you’re the one who egged me on…!”

Jooyoung hit his shoulder, trying to pull away, but Dohyun wouldn’t let go. He drove himself in with force. 

“Ah…!”

Jooyoung’s head jerked back, his eyes contorting. No sound escaped the small parting of his lips. His pink member, quivering under pressure, finally twitched and released semen. At the same time, Jooyoung’s nails dug deep into Dohyun’s shoulders.

“Haa…”

With a sharp jolt of pain, Dohyun pulled Jooyoung into a tight embrace. In his wide, unblinking eyes burned a fierce longing and frustration for something he couldn’t have.

“Ngh!”

He slammed in deep enough to make Jooyoung’s stomach bulge, releasing inside him at his deepest point. But that wasn’t enough. He kept thrusting, over and over, trying to go even deeper.

“…Haa.”

The semen oozed down along his penis, slow and sluggish, and soon the area below began to grow damp and sticky. In the end, he had left nothing behind. That pathetic reality hit him like a slap.

“Fuck, seriously…”

Trembling with clenched fists, he felt a cool touch on the back of his head.

“…Dohyun-ah.”

He slowly lifted his head and met Jooyoung’s eyes. Perhaps still riding the afterglow, Jooyoung’s eyes were slightly red, his lips soft and moist.

“You can keep going.”

“…”

“It’s not enough yet, is it?”

Dohyun’s eyes widened—then he let out a bitter laugh. Jooyoung, who hated being pushed into anything, was now the one coaxing him forward. That hand gently brushing the back of his head, that soft voice… none of it felt like the real Jooyoung.

“…Why do you keep provoking me?”

Dohyun propped himself up on his elbows, putting a small space between them. As the air met their sweat-damp skin, a chill crept in.

“You’re deliberately bringing up Jung Hangyeol just to piss me off, aren’t you?”

“…”

“Do you think I don’t fucking know?”

This time, Jooyoung looked genuinely surprised, as if it had never occurred to him that Dohyun might have figured it out. So shameless. So maddening.

The fist Dohyun had clenched next to Jooyoung’s face had turned completely white. He couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted.

“Why the hell—!”

“Because you don’t know anything.”

“…What?”

Unlike earlier, when he’d been coaxing Dohyun sweetly, Jooyoung’s eyes now flared with poison. This was the Bae Jooyoung Dohyun knew.

“Haa.”

Jooyoung sighed, annoyed, and pushed Dohyun off him. Thud, Dohyun’s huge penis came out of his hole and a milky liquid gushed out. He grimaced slightly at the sticky sensation on his damp backside.

Drawing his legs in, Jooyoung stared straight at Dohyun.

“You like me, right?”

“…”

“Then why are you pretending it’s not? It’s so damn annoying.”

Like he was bound tight by invisible wires, Dohyun couldn’t move a muscle.