RFL Ch 11

Sooin writhed, panting heavily. He desperately wanted to take off his pants, but he didn’t want to push away Song Jaeyi, who was pressing down on him firmly. His body, caught between wanting to act and being unable to, squirmed anxiously.

“Should I take them off for you?”

“Y-yeah, ugh, hurry… it’s suffocating.”

The moment Song Jaeyi’s hand touched the buckle, the impatience surged even stronger. Sooin couldn’t keep still, his hips moving on their own as whiny sounds escaped his lips. Song Jaeyi, who had been stubbornly working the zipper down, finally snapped in irritation.

“Stay still. Your dick’s already getting hard, making it harder to take off, Hyung.”

“Ah!”

Even the punishing grip on his lower body sent a thrill through him. For a moment, he almost mistook it for reaching climax. Sooin buried his forehead into the mattress, looking down at himself. As his pants and underwear were peeled off, his thankfully still-hard cock was exposed.

Yet, the underwear being pulled down felt heavy. A wet, slippery sensation trailed along with the fabric being removed. Sooin stared blankly at the slick trail of mucus stretching from between his cheeks down to his thighs.

To think the hole got that wet without even being touched once. Amid the strange shock that left his mouth agape, Song Jaeyi, now fully undressed, touched him again. It was a rough stroke, more like a swipe than a caress. Even that brief contact made Sooin’s hips tremble. With a groan, a faint wave of climax swept through his body.

“Hah, ugh…”

He hadn’t come yet, but his lower body was drenched again. Transparent slime dripped down his thighs, falling in thick drops. Sooin blinked rapidly, doubting his own eyes.

“Why is this… happening… all of a sudden…”

Words tumbled out in a jumbled mess of confusion. But Song Jaeyi didn’t seem particularly surprised by it. He grabbed Sooin’s hips as they instinctively tried to press into the mattress, slipping an arm under his collapsing stomach to pull him up. Fingers rubbed between the forcibly raised cheeks.

“You’re already this wet.”

Song Jaeyi began roughly grinding against the soaked space between his cheeks. The wet, squelching sounds came fast, every fold reacting sensitively. Sooin’s toes curled as he moaned, the sound edging into a scream.

“Ahh, th-that… ugh, ah!”

The rapidly rising pleasure felt akin to cold or fear. Each time the slippery hole was stimulated, goosebumps prickled his skin, and his body shivered. Especially when those fingers, which had only been rubbing hard, pressed as if they might slide inside, the trembling intensified. His empty inner walls clenched on their own, aching to be filled, sending shudders through his core.

Sooin pressed his wet eyes into the mattress to wipe them, clearing his throat. He steadied his breathing and clenched his jaw to avoid making any more strange noises.

“Jaeyi, stop that and put it in.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. Just… right away…”

No man would refuse a plea to hurry up and thrust inside. Without even waiting for a reply, Sooin shifted his knees first. Adjusting his collapsing posture to get on all fours, his stomach was pulled again. A firm forearm hooked around him like a grapple.

“I told you not to use this hand.”

For some reason, he was oddly stubborn about the weirdest things. It didn’t even hurt that much anymore.

Sooin chose silence over arguing. The early rush of arousal left no room for bickering. He quietly adjusted his position to match the pull of Song Jaeyi’s strength.

Song Jaeyi sat with his legs off the bed, guiding Sooin onto him. Just as Sooin naturally turned to face him, Song Jaeyi spun his body around and restrained his injured arm. Then, Song Jaeyi’s thighs pushed between Sooin’s knees, spreading them apart.

His thick, tree-trunk-like thighs forced Sooin’s legs wide open. Instinctively, he tried to close his knees, but not only could he not bring them together, he couldn’t even move his upper body freely. Every slight shift made him acutely aware of the cock pressing against his groin.

“Wait, this is a bit—”

Sooin hadn’t thought much of it when he obediently followed Song Jaeyi’s guided position. Sure, it was a new position for him, and he knew it typically came with a sense of shame, but that was fine. Even if it felt like he was putting on a show—legs spread for an imaginary audience—it didn’t matter. Shame in bed was just foreplay, after all, and it even sparked some anticipation.

But now… Sooin swallowed dryly, looking down at his half-naked state.

Right now, he was completely trapped in Song Jaeyi’s grasp. His feet dangled in the air, powerless, his upper body tightly restrained. The bulging muscles pressing against his back radiated heat, a warning. They seemed to say they wouldn’t let go until his thighs were soaked through.

A chill ran through Sooin as he shook his trapped arm. Trying to twist away to say something, his lower body was suddenly lifted. Song Jaeyi raised his knees slightly to make space, aligning his cock. The tip, already sheathed in a condom, slipped between his cheeks. The scalding heat met skin cooled by the wetness.

“Jaeyi, wait, the position—ah, ugh!”

“Who was it, huff… that told me to put it in right away? No time to switch now.”

The tight stretch of his hole made Sooin hurriedly hunch over. Goosebumps rose on his nape again, and the inner walls, pushed up by the massive cock, burned with sensitivity. Unable to even moan, his mouth gaped as Song Jaeyi rubbed his stomach, tracing the taut, bulging muscles provocatively.

His stomach tickled on the outside while it burned within, leaving him dazed. Grabbing Song Jaeyi’s forearm with his free hand to claw at it, the tickling stopped. But the cock kept relentlessly pushing up inside him.

Without any teasing from fingers, the sudden insertion wasn’t easy. If he hadn’t become an omega, it might’ve drawn blood. But now, Sooin’s omega body accepted even this forceful intrusion. Though it felt suffocating and his lower body ached, fluid gushed out from within.

Even if he’d begged for it first, to get this wet in such a situation? Sooin glared down at his traitorous body with bloodshot eyes.

“Can you see it?”

“N-no, ugh, I can’t… can’t see.”

Not that he really wanted to observe it anyway. Shaking his head, Sooin panted. Urging him to just hurry up and finish, he grumbled, and Song Jaeyi bit down on the back of his neck.

“Look over there.”

The soft command warmed his skin. Sooin shuddered at the constant goosebumps, shaking his head. What? Where? His jumbled, unclear questions were met with his chin being grabbed. A sticky, wet hand forced his head to turn—toward a wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Only then did he recall a forgotten detail. One of the wardrobe doors was a mirror.

“I’ll make it so you can see clearly.”

Following the low voice, Sooin stared into the mirror with entranced eyes. More precisely, at the space between his legs, which Song Jaeyi deliberately spread wide.

A large hand came down, sliding up from his tight balls to his cock. The forceful tug, almost pressing it to his navel, made his toes curl. With a sharp cry, cum suddenly burst out.

Was it because he’d been suppressing that dizzying climax over and over? It felt too anticlimactic, leaving no sense of relief. Instead, the heightened arousal pooled in his gut, driving him mad. Sooin shamelessly rocked his hips.

“Ugh, more, hurry…”

His eyes met Song Jaeyi’s in the mirror. With a gaze that looked ready to lose all reason and pounce, Song Jaeyi raised his knees higher. The insertion deepened slightly, his shame fully exposed.

Did it always look like that down there? Sooin stared blankly at his unfamiliar body. Perhaps from being pounded by that monstrous cock, his perineum was swollen and puffy. It was a bit grotesque. Though, really, the cock that could fill him like that and still have length to spare was the truly grotesque one…

Noticing Sooin’s gaze, Song Jaeyi muttered in the mirror.

“It’s not usually this much from the start.”

“Ugh! Don’t say—ah, just put it in—hah, ha!”

“It’s because you’re too excited today, Hyung.”

The scorching voice, like a desert sun, caressed his ear. At the same time, the thick flesh beneath his cock was pressed hard. As mucus-slicked fingers rubbed his perineum, his vision flashed. His hole twitched, and his newly erect cock jolted.

Taking advantage of the moment, Song Jaeyi began pushing the rest of his length inside. Perhaps due to the position, the insertion felt longer than usual. It was as if the cock was buried up to his chest, and Sooin muttered under his breath that it was gross.

“But you like this, don’t you, Hyung?”

He’d thought he whispered it too quietly to be heard, but a rebuttal came immediately—one he couldn’t argue against. Sooin silently tilted his head back.

They hadn’t even started proper sex yet, and he already felt exhausted. Leaning his limp body back, Song Jaeyi grabbed his cheek with a wet hand. Sooin obediently followed as his jaw was turned.

The moment their tongues tangled, his lower body began moving too. The range wasn’t wide—just enough to lightly rock his body, a pace that would normally feel pleasant.

But today, it was different. The cock was rooted so deep inside him, like a tree trunk. Even a gentle press stimulated the swollen spot. When it shook subtly, the vibrating peak of pleasure coursed through him, leaving his body tingling. His lips parted involuntarily, unable to keep kissing.

Only then did Song Jaeyi release his arm. Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around Sooin’s chest, moving with him. Occasionally, he thrust so hard that Sooin’s body lifted, making fluids splash. Now, the liquid flowed freely like water, and Sooin panicked. Even as he unconsciously rocked his hips with it, he muttered anxiously.

“Ugh, today, it’s too—hic, why, ah, ah…”

He was scared it might be his heat cycle, but stopping felt impossible. Did he put on a condom? He couldn’t remember. No, even if he hadn’t, it didn’t matter.

Lost in a trance, Sooin shook his hips and opened his eyes. His gaze locked with Song Jaeyi’s in the mirror instantly. Those heated eyes, as if they’d been watching the whole time, devoured his entire body.

“Lift your legs. Yes, like that. Put your feet on my knees. Both sides.”

His breathing was ragged from racing toward climax and stopping short. Sooin heaved, lifting his heavy legs. His constantly spread hips ached, making his movements slow. Song Jaeyi didn’t rush him, just kept staring intently into the mirror.

Once both feet rested on Song Jaeyi’s knees, his stomach tightened further. But the cock slipped out a bit, and with his balance precarious, even a slight move felt like he’d tip over.

Won’t this make it hard to thrust hard? Sooin wheezed, glancing into the mirror, when Song Jaeyi asked sharply, as if spitting the words.

“Want me to fuck you hard?”

Wasn’t that just in my head? He wanted to ask, but his lips felt numb. Every muscle except his cock and hole seemed to have gone slack.

As he fumbled through his hazy mind, arms slid behind his knees. Sooin didn’t immediately grasp the meaning of the forearms binding his legs like shackles. Even as Song Jaeyi stood up, he remained dazed.

His senses woke before his vision did. His body was folded in half, held so tightly it hurt. Then, with a falling sensation akin to fear, the cock plunged inside. The numbing pleasure, like his inner walls were being struck, made Sooin’s eyes widen. The harsh thrusts continued, bone hitting flesh with loud slaps. Shock and arousal melded, swelling chaotically.

“Ahh! Fuck, ugh, hah!”

“So fucking good… ha, shit.”

No amount of training could justify this position. Lifting a man over six feet like a doll? Sooin flailed at Song Jaeyi’s bulging arms. Down, crazy, let go! He spat out whatever primal thoughts came to mind.

“Just a little, Hyung, just a little more.”

But that voice, boiling as if on the verge of release, softened his resolve. Sooin grabbed the arms like a lifeline, swallowing his curses. It was hard to ignore when he’d already come so much alone. Closing his lips, Song Jaeyi grinned in the mirror—a smile at odds with the rough arms effortlessly folding him like a toy. His sweat-soaked face, even his damp eyelashes, sparkled too brightly.

To think that face is beautiful even while I’m skewered like this. Sooin let out a baffled laugh. His stomach clenched naturally, a short moan escaping.

Taking it as a signal, Song Jaeyi adjusted his grip. Holding him firmly, he began walking slowly toward the mirror.

“Ugh, you crazy—hic, where, ugh, where are you going!”

“You looked scared, Hyung. Hold on there.”

Even as a horrified Sooin slapped his bare skin, Song Jaeyi pressed on. With each step, he adjusted the force in his arms. Whenever the cock threatened to slip out, he’d loosen his grip.

Each time, the weight shifted downward, deepening the penetration. The sensation of his sensitive inner walls being crushed left him unable to make a sound. His body trembled, legs kicking wildly. He didn’t want to flail from fear of falling, but he couldn’t control it.

Song Jaeyi relentlessly pounded the quivering walls. The thick cock rubbed the soaked membranes freely, making wet slaps each time it pulled out. Unable to scream, Sooin came again. The spurting cum splashed up to his face, but he had no chance to wipe it off.

“Ugh, don’t… squeeze so much.”

Finally stopping in front of the mirror, Song Jaeyi let out a deep sigh. Sooin thrashed his head as even the humid breath on his damp nape felt like stimulation.

“Stop, stop…”

To think I’d wave a white flag during sex. Utterly spent, Sooin grabbed somewhere on Song Jaeyi’s arm.

“Hyung’s tired, ugh.”

His breathless words sounded pitiful even to himself. Song Jaeyi seemed to agree, pausing his movements. Seizing the chance, Sooin lifted his head quickly. Locking eyes with Song Jaeyi in the now-close mirror, he pleaded with his gaze, gently stroking the arm he held. Patting it lightly like praising a good kid, he felt the bulging veins tense under his touch. The already rigid muscles hardened further.

“Jaeyi.”

His lips moved first, driven by a sense of crisis. Only after did he realize Song Jaeyi’s eyes in the mirror had gone feral.

Before he could finish calling his name, Song Jaeyi jolted his body hard. The searing cock stabbed deep, churning his insides. Sooin’s breath stopped, his lips merely gaping. Another wave of climax hit, clouding his mind.

What is this? Why is my body like this today…

The jumbled questions were quickly drowned in arousal again. Song Jaeyi gave him no respite. The ferocious thrusting began.

“Today, ugh, Hyung, this spot keeps… trying to melt my dick.”

Swallowing low curses, Song Jaeyi slammed his hips up. Each rapid thrust revealed his messy state in the mirror.

As the cock scraped his inner walls and pulled out, clear slime oozed down. Half dripped onto Song Jaeyi’s body or the floor, the other half splattered everywhere with each wet collision. It was like water gushing out from behind.

“Ugh, stop, ah, tight—ugh, you said just a little, uh, hic!”

“It’s still, ugh, just a little.”

The sight alone made him feel like he wouldn’t want sex for months. It was disgustingly hot and exhausting. For the sake of human dignity, he really wanted to stop.

Song Jaeyi, violently ravaging his hole, showed no signs of tiring. Even his excited, feral breathing was all there was. Instead, he grew more vigorous, a soft pink flush blooming on his pale skin. His face twisted as if he could keep going forever.

“I’m gonna come.”

Song Jaeyi muttered through gritted teeth, reluctant to finish so soon. At the same time, the arms diligently pulling Sooin’s hips slowed. I’m on the verge of collapse, and he’s pacing himself expertly.

Baffled, Sooin started moving his hips again. Before the pace fully dropped, he matched the rhythm. Even without Song Jaeyi thrusting or pulling, Sooin pressed himself onto him. He relaxed as the cock entered and clenched like biting when it tried to pull out. Given the position, it was barely more than a wiggle, but the effect was clear.

After watching for a moment, Song Jaeyi sped up again. Harder and faster than before, he drove in, unable to hold back curses. Sooin, shaken mercilessly, braced himself against the mirror. Keeping balance under the onslaught was nearly impossible. Finally using his injured arm to grip the wall, his vision wobbled. Fuck, Song Jaeyi cursed softly, pulling out abruptly.

“Haa!”

Song Jaeyi shoved Sooin roughly against the mirror, spreading his cheeks wide and plunging back in with a growl.

“Put strength in your legs.”

His legs, restrained the whole time, trembled visibly. Still, Sooin struggled to steady his knees. Just a bit more, until he comes, just a little… The endless mantra in his head clung to the last thread of reason.

Song Jaeyi’s hands grew rougher as climax neared. He yanked up Sooin’s collapsing hips forcefully, digging into him relentlessly. As his thick breaths and moans grew louder, the cock pounded like it was striking him, thrashing wildly. An unwanted surge of climax boiled up, overwhelming with its intensity.

“Ugh, ah! Hah…”

Sooin finally burst into tears. He hated his lower body for spilling thin cum again with each thrust. Frustrated and upset, he slammed a clenched fist against the mirror.

But no matter his will, his body surrendered to the pleasure easily. His inner walls rippled greedily, sucking in Song Jaeyi’s cock. Each tightening brought shallow climaxes crashing over him endlessly. His vision flickered.

Song Jaeyi forced the narrowing walls apart, thrusting repeatedly. After crushing the swollen, sensitive spot ruthlessly a few times, he slammed in with bone-rattling force, letting out a groan akin to relief.

“Ah, ugh!”

It was finally over. With a half-hoarse moan, Song Jaeyi pulled Sooin’s arm. His head turned, and their lips crashed together. The cold lips, numb from frantic moaning, were devoured hotly.

Ah, it’s finally done… Sooin blinked, letting his unresponsive tongue rest. He knew it wasn’t good kissing etiquette, but Song Jaeyi had no manners in sex either, so it was fine. Song Jaeyi didn’t seem to care, eagerly sucking and rubbing against his stiff tongue.

The kiss lasted as long as the drawn-out release. Only when his head buzzed from lack of air did Song Jaeyi pull away, smiling. He’s smiling a lot today, prettily… Sooin’s warm thoughts chilled abruptly.

“Hyung, you’re hard again.”

Song Jaeyi’s words, accompanied by a poke at his front, jolted him. Horrified, Sooin looked down. Sure enough, his half-erect cock was twitching.

“It’s not… arousal… My body’s really weird today.”

“What do you think’s making it weird?”

Song Jaeyi asked gently, rubbing inside as if savoring the afterglow. The slow, soft movements still sparked sharp pleasure. Startled, Sooin pushed against the firm stomach. Surprisingly, Song Jaeyi stopped and began pulling out.

“I don’t know. Maybe a side effect… or something.”

“Or?”

The long, thick cock teased his sensitive spots even as it withdrew. His words broke off with each shuddering pause, his mind flooded with the urge to have it scrape inside more.

“Or… maybe some leftover heat cycle vibes.”

Still, Sooin stifled his moans and answered calmly. He’d decided to deal with the pent-up arousal alone. His body was too strange today—continuing might lead to an embarrassing mess he couldn’t predict.

“How’s it weird?”

“Just… uh… it really feels like I’m in heat. Even during my heat cycle, it wasn’t like this.”

Back then, even with proper suppressants, he’d begged Song Jaeyi for internal release multiple times. He’d dripped fluids incessantly, screaming until his throat was raw. He thought he’d fully understood his body in heat.

But today was a bizarre new experience for Sooin. His hole got wet before proper foreplay even began, and his inner walls soaked faster than he could come. Even while filled, he wanted more, and though it disgusted him, he didn’t want it to stop. Unless he’d taken some weird drug… it had to be heat.

“You’re that turned on?”

The teasing tip, lingering at his entrance, finally popped out. The sensation of his tight hole snapping shut made Sooin tremble. With an ah, his bowed head hit the mirror.

Song Jaeyi easily handled the exhausted, limp Sooin. Guiding his wrist, he laid him on the bed and slipped between his legs again. Sooin looked down in disbelief. The cock, still hard despite just coming, stared back at him.

Why’s it already up? Wait, why’s he changing the condom? Sooin hurriedly raised a foot.

“Hey, I said I’m tired.”

He pressed his foot against the broad chest, pushing firmly as if to say don’t come closer. Song Jaeyi tilted his head slightly, his impassive face carrying an arrogant slant.

“I’m the one doing the work, so why’s Hyung tired?”

Song Jaeyi had a knack for making even a blank expression feel like mockery. As Sooin scowled, Song Jaeyi finally gave a short laugh, grabbing his ankle. One leg was effortlessly slung over his shoulder, casting a shadow over Sooin’s body.

Lowering himself like a hunting beast, Song Jaeyi drew closer. Soon, the familiar girth pressed against his hole again.

“Ah, I came too much… ugh, I’m tired…”

The cock, stubbornly pushing up inside, paused. Song Jaeyi swept his sweat-soaked hair back and pressed his lips to Sooin’s collarbone. Then, he moved his hips gently, targeting the swollen, sensitive spot with thick precision.

“This—ugh, ahh!”

“Hyung, do you know you keep, ugh… leaking from behind?”

Sooin shook his head and cried. It felt wretched yet good, and the better it felt, the more wretched it became. Song Jaeyi pulled him into a deeper embrace, as if to soothe him. His cock dug even further into the sopping hole.

“Ahh!”

It felt like another climax hit. Truthfully, he couldn’t tell by sensation alone anymore. The pleasure boiling in his gut was so overwhelming that the moment of ejaculation now felt dull. Only the frantic pulsing of his hole signaled that a wave of climax had passed.

“Look. Even now, ugh, you’re leaking with me.”

“Hnngh… ugh…”

“Even before coming with your dick, you’re already spilling from here.”

Now, Sooin could only gape without moaning. Desperate to avoid even visual stimulation, he squeezed his eyes shut. Song Jaeyi leaned down, hooking both of Sooin’s legs over his shoulders, closing the distance completely as he moved fiercely. The lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed with every collision of muscle.

It was as if the inside of his stomach had melted into water. The sensation of where the inner walls were being pierced or how much they should be filled faded into a blur. Just the feeling of the heated cock sliding in sent shivers through him, endless climaxes surging up like a geyser.

“Wait, Jaeyi, just a sec.”

Panting, Sooin clung to Song Jaeyi. Whispering a plea to rest for just a moment, the cock instead burrowed deeper. Splat, Song Jaeyi thrust in hard, as if striking him, and bit at Sooin’s ear.

“Aah…”

“Do you know why your body’s like this today, Hyung?”

“Hn, ugh…”

“If you take rut suppressants, you get sensitive to alpha pheromones. Alphas, when they smell their own kind… ugh, they cool off… and their sex drive drops.”

Song Jaeyi moved slowly but deeply, stirring inside him. Thud, thwack, the forceful thrusts made it hard for Sooin to process his words. He just struggled to open his eyes, weakly patting Song Jaeyi’s chest in his embrace. He wanted to hit him hard, but his pleasure-soaked hands could barely muster more than a gentle tap.

Still, it wasn’t entirely ineffective. The heavy thrusting paused for a moment.

“Do you get what I’m saying?”

Song Jaeyi slowly lifted his thick upper body, kneading Sooin’s calves. His tender yet persistent touch pressed and groped the taut muscles. Even that felt like foreplay to Sooin, who instinctively raised his hips. Without realizing it, his insides clenched, a whimper leaking through his teeth. He registered that a question had been asked but couldn’t answer.

The large hand massaging his calves soon gripped his ankles. Sooin thought he’d lower them, but it was the opposite. Both legs were yanked apart in the air, forming a V. Song Jaeyi paused there, lowering his gaze. His pitch-black eyes brazenly stared at the drenched hole.

It was probably a filthy, obscene sight. Sooin’s face twisted instinctively as he desperately tried to close his hole. With both ankles pinned, he couldn’t bring his legs together anyway. Instead, he opted for the next best thing—trying to stem the dripping fluids.

But the hole, stretched around the thick cock, was already melted in pleasure. No matter how hard he clenched, it wouldn’t shut completely. The tight contraction only caused a rebound, his insides trembling. A ticklish, desperate heat rapidly swelled in his gut.

Then, more fluid gushed from the twitching hole, even faster than before. A spark flared in Song Jaeyi’s eyes.

“Hyung, this part… it’s chewing on my dick…”

“Ahh, ngh, ugh…”

“It’s all because of my scent.”

“Ha, ahh! Ugh!”

“Smelling me, getting turned on, ugh! Soaking like this—fuck, how am I supposed to stop?”

Song Jaeyi started moving like a beast. He slammed his hips up, rattling Sooin’s core, and bit at his skin recklessly. Each time the burning cock churned and pressed inside, the fire in Song Jaeyi’s eyes leapt into Sooin’s gut too. It felt like a fireball was sliding in and out. His uncontrollable legs jerked like they were seizing.

Finally, his ankles were grabbed again. Song Jaeyi pressed their bodies flush, lowering his torso, and thrust deeply. As climax neared, his ice-white skin flushed red-hot.

Sooin clawed at the glowing, forge-hot skin, rocking with him. The flickering scraps of rationality felt far gone. He no longer even wanted it to stop.

“Hyung, huff, wanna come again?”

“Haa, ugh, not there… ah…”

As his insides were gouged, his cock was grabbed. After multiple releases, the soaked member could only half-stand now. Sooin shook his head wildly, pulling Song Jaeyi closer. Spreading his already-stretched lower body wider as if begging for more, he sobbed. Then, a foreign curse cut through.

Song Jaeyi let out a sigh-like swear and released Sooin’s cock. Instead, he began pounding the inner walls at a steady pace. It felt entirely different from the frantic, uncontrollable thrusts of his earlier excitement. Each soft, slurping sound curled Sooin’s toes. Shallow waves of climax swept through him endlessly.

“More water’s coming from your hole, Hyung. Haa… You like my dick that much?”

Sooin nodded, pulling Song Jaeyi in. He moved his hips shamelessly, moaning freely. Even with his lower body drenched, it didn’t feel strange anymore. Instead, he clung, begging to be soaked more, rocking desperately. The gentle rhythm picked up speed. The wet slapping against his slick walls grew faster.

“Ah, so good, Song Jaeyi… Jaeyi, you, ngh, fuck, so good… ah! Ahh…”

“Ugh…!”

Sooin’s unrestrained, swaying body stiffened in an instant. It was like lightning struck his blanked-out mind. Ah, so good. He mumbled it like a mantra, entranced, and Song Jaeyi swallowed his lips. Then, he slammed into his gut a few more times, hard. The cock pressed deep into the slick membranes, twitching inside.

Even though it was the second time, the release was long. Only after a while did Song Jaeyi let go of his lips, slowly pulling out. Biting Sooin’s sweat-drenched upper chest as he withdrew, he suddenly chuckled lowly.

“If I pull out now, it’ll be like spilling water.”

Leaning on Sooin’s chest, Song Jaeyi joked innocently, hardly looking like a man who’d just finished rough sex. Even soaked in sweat and fluids, he was still striking and easy on the eyes. As if he’d never lost himself to lust, he was simply pristine.

Sooin gave a hollow laugh at the overly sentimental thought. Pretty, beautiful, cute—those notions had crept in bit by bit, and now here he was.

It’ll leave a scar when I have to let go later… Sighing inwardly, Sooin reached out. Breakups were for the future anyway. If it happened, it wouldn’t be unbearable, and even if he didn’t want it, it’d come. No need to waste emotions on it now.

“Then don’t pull out.”

So, Sooin pulled Song Jaeyi’s neck into a tight embrace. He dragged him in close, hugging him deeply—as if he were someone he didn’t want to let go of.