SOG Ch 177

“Ah, I feel like I’m going to die. Stop, ugh, please!”

At Jae-chan’s plea, Woo-jin barely managed to control himself. He pulled out of the d1ck that was greedily thrusting into Jae-chan, grabbing both sides of his round, glistening buttocks and spreading them apart. Between the reddened creases, the h0le, slick and swollen with fluids, continued to contract and release, as though still wanting more. Woo-jin, unable to resist, cautiously touched it with his thumb, checking its tender condition, then, unable to hold back any longer, he gently pushed back in. Tears welled up in Jae-chan’s eyes as he struggled to accept something so large and thick.

“Sorry.” Woo-jin murmured apologetically, pressing his lips to Jae-chan’s soft hair. But he was completely lost in the warmth of the moment. It had been so long since they were last connected this way, and the sensation of Jae-chan’s inner warmth clenching around him made it feel as though he could burst. As he kissed the soft lobe of Jae-chan’s ear, he sensed the subtle reaction as Jae-chan’s entire being responded to his touch, the sensation was almost maddeningly intimate, the guiding pretense fading to the background.

He lifted Jae-chan’s upper body, cradling him, causing them to join even more deeply. A soft cry escaped Jae-chan’s lips, blending with a hint of a sob. Yet, despite the gasping breaths, Jae-chan’s lithe waist swayed in tune with Woo-jin’s movements, his own need evident.

Woo-jin reached out, wrapping his hand around Jae-chan, whose own need was more than clear. Stroking Jae-chan gently and feeling the response, he heard him gasp his name, overwhelmed and pleading, “Woo-jin, please, I feel like I’m dying, ah…!” The sweet, desperate cries were enough to drive Woo-jin wild.

Eventually, Woo-jin couldn’t take it anymore and laid Jae-chan right down. Instead of thrusting into him, he kissed him ferociously. While biting Jae-chan’s lips and sucking his saliva, his eyes that weren’t closed were soaking wet and trembling. But he was still pretty and pleasant. Woo-jin realized the sadism inside him for the first time.

Suddenly, Woo-jin felt sorry for him and grabbed his foot that couldn’t kick him with one hand. He carefully pulled his frightened waist, rubbed his lips on the faint scar on his neck that hurt every time he looked at it, and thrust into Jae-chan moist and warm inside again.

“Is this… too much?”

Holding back the urge to thrust in, Woo-jin entered as gently as he could. He coaxed Jae-chan’s knees to open, as they pressed together tightly like curled toes. Cupping the back of Jae-chan’s small head, he eased himself in just a little deeper. Finally, Jae-chan seemed to regain a bit of clarity, wrapping his arms around Woo-jin’s neck.

Woo-jin-ah… Hearing his name spoken in that soft voice, Woo-jin summoned every last bit of his self-control. He withdrew slightly, tenderly teasing Jae-chan’s tensed skin. He started to gently stimulate Jae-chan’s insides, which were shrinking while stretching his waist. Ah, good, a low, sobbing exclamation burst from Jae-chan’s mouth. Woo-jin found the lips that were letting out a warm sound and covered Jae-chan’s lips with his. The soft, warm flesh responded by sucking his tongue. The ecstatic feeling made Woo-jin’s ears turn red.

“Does it… feel good?”

“Yes, now it’s… good.”

As the pleasure swelled, flowing warmly like water, nearing its peak, Jae-chan instinctively reached to grab his own d1ck. But Woo-jin, grabbed Jae-chan’s hand with his eyes darkened by the shadows, causing an immediate protest to escape Jae-chan’s lips.

“Hey, come on—let go.”

Despite Jae-chan’s frustration at not being able to cum, Woo-jin bit Jae-chan’s lips and teased him, but did not touch his front. Jae-chan struggled to pull his caught wrist away and burst into tears again from the excruciating pleasure. He desperately wanted to touch himself. Each time Woo-jin thrust deeper, leaving him untended and helplessly exposed, the need drove him nearly mad.

In the end, he was left stimulated from behind with no relief in front. The pleasure wrung his insides tight, filling his vision with sparks as tears streamed down his face. This was truly overwhelming. Woo-jin finally took hold, wrapping a firm hand around Jae-chan’s d1ck and stroking from base to tip as if offering comfort, yet Jae-chan still felt frustrated. Was this supposed to be some strange, bittersweet comfort? He pushed against Woo-jin’s large hand, which had been massaging and tormenting him in slow circles.

However, Jae-chan, who was looking up at Woo-jin with tears stuck to the tip of his nose and a lot of complaints, had no time to protest. Woo-jin, who was rubbing his lips against his stinging eyes, suddenly slid down.

His weakened legs were spread wide open, held firmly in Woo-jin’s large hands. A couple of thick fingers dug into his still-swollen h0le, which was still twitching from the afterglow. Jae-chan swallowed a short, muffled whimper as the swollen h0le squeezed. It happened so often.

However, the next moment, Jae-chan opened his eyes wide. Woo-jin had lowered his head and was now licking his semen-covered d1ck.

“Hey…!” Jae-chan frantically reached down, trying to push Woo-jin away, but it was no use. Overwhelmed by the intense heat melting through him, Jae-chan quickly clamped his hand over his mouth, afraid any unrestrained moans might slip out. His body reacted immediately, aroused to the point of absurdity by the sight of Woo-jin holding him like that. It was as thrilling as it was jarring, and something he knew he’d never fully get used to, no matter how often it happened.

Meanwhile, Woo-jin was sucking Jae-chan’s d1ck, reminiscing the times Jae-chan had pleasured him in the same way. How adoringly Jae-chan would stare at his d1ck, how deliciously he’d svck on it, rubbing his soft cheeks and lips against it.

With that same affection, Woo-jin showered kisses all over the red tip. Unlike his own, which sometimes looked almost monstrous to the point of making him feel sorry for Jae-chan, Jae-chan’s was so perfectly formed that it left him wondering just what he should do with something so beautiful.

Ah, ah…! It was when Woo-jin lightly clenched his teeth at Jae-chan’s d1ck that he wanted to tease him, along with Jae-chan’s suppressed moans that burst out like a song. Woo-jin, who had been biting and sucking as he pleased, suddenly realized that Jae-chan was holding back more than just moans.

“Just cum.”

“…”

“Cum in my mouth.”

Woo-jin let go of Jae-chan’s still-hard d1ck and flicked it with his fingertips. Jae-chan shook his head, unable to hide his swollen d1ck that was dripping with precum, covering only his lips with both hands. The two of them had been biting and sucking each other’s things all night, but neither Woo-jin nor Jae-chan had ever cum into each other’s mouths. Just as Woo-jin had endured, Jae-chan would endure. He didn’t want to make things difficult for the person he liked.

However, Woo-jin, who raised one eyebrow slightly, was persistent. He licked and sucked Jae-chan’s d1ck as if he was going to eat it again, making it hard for him. Woo-jin even started stimulating the back again. The wet friction sound resonated, and Jae-chan tightly clenched his teeth. He was lost in Woo-jin’s movements as he poked the soft, swollen entrance with his thick fingers.

The entire lower part was so ticklish and hot. Jae-chan couldn’t help but arch his back. When Jae-chan came to his senses, he was ejacvlating in Woo-jin’s mouth…

“Uh, uh, hey, spit it out…!”

Jae-chan shouted while his waist shook. He held back the exhaustion after orgasm and put both hands together in front of Woo-jin’s lips as he had already come up and was pressing against him again. “Spit it out, please spit it out.” Jae-chan was so desperate that he even spoke politely, but all he got in return was Woo-jin’s smiling lips.

Damn, Woo-jin must have swallowed it already. He didn’t know why Woo-jin kept eating it. Jae-chan winced and pushed himself up. He wrapped his arms around Woo-jin, who was hot and heavy like a hot rock as if soothing him.

“Sorry… I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back a few times.”

With his hand, Jae-chan tried to tidy Woo-jin’s damp lips, speaking in a regretful tone. He had tried to control himself but ended up giving in, moving his hips, which he now regretted.

“A few times?”

Woo-jin raised an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief playing on his flushed lips. In truth, Seon Jae-chan had lost control more than ten times, and his eyes lowered in apology.

“Uh, sorry… but you can go ahead. Do it as much as you want. Much, much more.”

At the same time, Jae-chan pointed to his own lips, which were swollen and reddened from being nipped and kissed. They parted slightly, revealing his white teeth and tongue. Woo-jin, who had tasted the inside of Jae-chan’s mouth countless times—with fingers, tongue, and even more—knew how soft those wet inner folds felt.

But before Jae-chan could follow through with what he seemed ready to do, Woo-jin held him in place, pressing his lips firmly over Jae-chan’s.

Surprised by the familiar taste, Seon Jae-chan stiffened for a moment, but then he knelt up and deepened the kiss, pulling Woo-jin close by the back of the head with determined hands. It was an intense, almost aggressive kiss, his attempt to rid himself of the taste quickly, though a sigh escaped Woo-jin’s lips as he felt that tingling, fiery kiss.

It was almost too good, so good it was overwhelming. Jae-chan’s small tongue eagerly moved within the kiss, and Woo-jin closed his eyes, allowing himself to be lost in the moment, suppressing his desire to pull him closer still and touch his warm, soft skin. He simply wrapped his arms around Jae-chan’s waist and received the affectionate kiss.

—

The two of them were holed up in the office, spending the entire day together. They didn’t even bother to get dressed. Whether they were eating, watching TV, or even napping, they constantly found themselves intertwined.

Jae-chan vaguely sensed that Woo-jin was feeling extremely anxious due to the recent terrorist incident in District 5, and that he was trying to relieve that anxiety through physical closeness. So, he willingly accepted all of it. It was a bit of a mischievous thought, but he actually enjoyed the situation where he could monopolize Woo-jin’s time under the pretense of this anxiety.

However, after three days of doing nothing but having sex, without any activities other than those for survival, a slight worry began to creep into Jae-chan’s mind. The trigger was a remark left by the doctor from the Ross Clinic during a follow-up visit.