SOG Ch 208

“Hey…!”

Jae-chan startled and tried to lower his legs, but Woo-jin gently applied more pressure to spread them further. He pressed open and entered the exposed entrance that was opening and closing. He didn’t need to focus on Jae-chan’s inner feelings transmitted through their guiding- his confusion was clearly evident on his face.

The more confused Jae-chan became, the tighter his body clenched around the thick intruder. Woo-jin’s vision blurred red with heat. A powerful urge surged within him—to flip Jae-chan onto his back, lock eyes with those trembling, rain-drenched dark brown irises, and ruthlessly press into all the places that made him shiver. But Woo-jin held himself back.

Instead, he admired the spectacular view in the mirror. The taut muscles along the inside of Jae-chan’s slender thighs were visibly straining. His twisting waist and the desperate heaving of his lean abdomen were all reflected clearly.

“Ngh, you promised…!”

Jae-chan protested that this wasn’t what they agreed to. Woo-jin corrected him while massaging and rubbing the soft n1pples with his palm.

“I am keeping the promise.”

Woo-jin was keeping his promise—he was holding back his desire to look Jae-chan in the eye and observe every little detail of his reactions directly. Instead, he relied on the mirror for his view.

Jae-chan tried to remove the restraining hands but quickly accepted that all attempts were futile. Instead, he frantically covered his lower body with both hands. It was rare for Jae-chan, who usually didn’t mind being exposed, to hide himself.

Now, his previously exposed groin, the taut, bouncing shaft, and the softly rounded scrotum framed by fine, sparse pubic hair, were hastily hidden from view. Even the glistening, slick entrance that was being filled repeatedly disappeared behind his hands. Woo-jin’s brows furrowed momentarily in displeasure.

Finally, with the hand that had been caressing the n1pples, he secured Jae-chan’s hands and waist together, locking them in place with his arms.

“Ah, this… let go… Ah, ahh, it hurts! Woo-jin, I—ngh.”

It hurts, it hurts. Jae-chan, who never uttered a word of complaint, was trying to escape again by feigning pain.

“Ah, yes… Your whole body is so soft and delicate, what should I do?”

Sorry, I’m sorry for hurting you. Woo-jin whispered deeply, adding his apology.

He knew Jae-chan wasn’t really in pain. The feelings transmitted through their guiding were more mixed with confusion and embarrassment than pain.

The way he tried to escape upward by raising his heels was breathtakingly beautiful. His trembling slender ankles were both pitiful and incredibly lovely.

As Woo-jin repeatedly offered insincere apologies into his reddened ear, Jae-chan stifled his rising tears and conjured new excuses. He whined about his ankles hurting, begging to return to the bed.

Okay, alright. Woo-jin pretended to understand as he brushed his lips gently against Jae-chan’s overheated cheek before sliding his muscular arms beneath Jae-chan’s knees.

Using Jae-chan’s trembling ankles as an excuse, Woo-jin fully lifted both legs into the air.

“Does it still hurt?”

As he asked, Woo-jin intently observed the spectacular view spread out in the mirror.

When his flushed body was fully exposed, Jae-chan tried to cover his lower body and face again, so Woo-jin quickly thrust upward against his sensitive spot. Amidst the wet, embarrassing friction sounds, “Ah, ah!” Jae-chan’s disoriented m0ans poured out. His ar0usal, which had slightly softened from surprise, began drawing elastic trajectories.

“Ah, ngh…!”

Jae-chan’s head tilted back urgently, his ticklish hair rubbing against Woo-jin’s shoulder. Does it hurt? Don’t you like it? Do you like it? Woo-jin kept asking in a voice clearly filled with excitement. He was confident Jae-chan couldn’t possibly dislike this. Stimulating Jae-chan’s deeply sensitive spots was something Woo-jin knew he enjoyed most.

As Jae-chan squirmed and struggled in Woo-jin’s embrace, Woo-jin bound him with his arms and pressed him mercilessly, causing his surprised body to tighten up.

Woo-jin, who couldn’t take his glistening gaze off all those movements, suddenly stopped moving.

“Uh… Hnn, why, why…?”

With his head thoroughly heated, Jae-chan expressed his confusion.

“You didn’t answer,” Woo-jin’s voice was deliberate as he adjusted his breathing, repeating the question.

“Does it still hurt?”

When Woo-jin stopped thrusting deeper, the elastic entrance twitched helplessly on its own. When there was no answer, he deliberately thrust at an angle, making the dazed Jae-chan shake his head while m0aning almost tearfully. He squirmed trying somehow to get stimulation on his favorite spot.

“No. Yeah… ngh…”

“Then, does it feel good?”

Woo-jin pressed against the swollen spot inside Jae-chan, grinding it firmly as he asked again. Jae-chan’s already spread body curled inward, shrank in his arms. His lower body followed suit, clenching down. The intense pressure made Woo-jin grit his teeth. Jae-chan also gasped for breath and shook his slender chin as he involuntarily began to rock his hips.

“Uh… yeah, it feels good…”

It was the moment when pleasure overcame shame.

“Yes, good…it feels good.”

Jae-chan muttered, completely overtaken by now. His knees, which were caught in Woo-jin’s iron-hard forearm, began to gain strength little by little. His round buttocks, which were floating in the air, shook in response to the pleasure. The tip of his p3nis, which was tightly attached to his flat lower abdomen, and the tiny h0le of his plump bud-like glans also squirmed and leaked honey-like precum.

Woo-jin watched every movement so intently that he forgot to breathe. He saw how Jae-chan used his arms as support while flexing his legs, trying desperately to rub against himself with his soft flesh. It was almost too much for Woo-jin to bear.

“Woo-jin… just do it, hurry… I-I can’t…!”

Without delay, Woo-jin embraced Jae-chan tightly, thrusting wildly into him as he felt his inside had become narrower and softer due to excitement. His merciless movements penetrated between Jae-chan’s spread legs, which were wide open like a sliced apple.

The air between them filled with sticky, friction-filled moans. “Ah, yes! Ah, that feels amazing!” Jae-chan’s lips parted in pleasure despite the burning sensation, emitting continuous cries of ecstasy. “I like it too. I like it too.” Woo-jin also kept exclaiming in admiration.

“Uh, good, ah, ah…!”

The heavy object relentlessly pounded deep inside Jae-chan. The feeling of his soft inner walls being haphazardly crushed eventually caused tears to burst from Jae-chan’s eyes.

Faster, harder, I feel like I’m going to d1e, ah, stop, no, quickly, good, good, incoherent words poured out. Woo-jin kissed Jae-chan’s flushed cheeks and ears, pouring out equally incoherent words: sorry, it feels too good, I can’t help it, Jae-chan, good, really good.

“Inside… can I do it inside?”

I want to do it inside. Huh? Woo-jin urged him earnestly, unable to hide his rough breathing. Before he knew it, thick veins had formed on his neck. He had completely forgotten the implicit prior permission that he had given not to use a condom. Caught in a haze of pleasure, Jae-chan nodded weakly, his flushed face agreeing to anything.

At last, an extreme sense of liberation washed over him. Jae-chan’s body arched back as semen erupted from his throbbing erection, his abs and inner thigh muscles tensing involuntarily. The mirror reflected every inch of his h0le clenching down urgently.

Woo-jin followed, pressing his lips repeatedly against Jae-chan’s exposed neck, like a predator feasting on its captured prey. He kissed his eyes that were shedding tears, his mouth that was wide open like a child, the small dots on his cheeks, and his pretty neck that was trembling from panting. The intense satisfaction he felt as he soaked Jae-chan’s deepest insides with his semen covered him.

He wanted to watch as Jae-chan’s body trembled, pushing out the s3men he had poured into him, but the thought of leaving the tight warmth that still occasionally clenched around him was unbearable. Woo-jin didn’t want to pull away, nor did he wish to make Jae-chan cry any more than he already had, his face wet with soft sobs as the overwhelming pleasure subsided.  

Instead, Woo-jin gently lowered Jae-chan’s legs back to a comfortable position. Pressing soft kisses to Jae-chan’s tear-streaked face, he massaged the strained muscles of his hips and the insides of his thighs, where tension had built. His hand moved to the neglected shaft, tenderly stroking it as if to soothe.  

Cradling Jae-chan close, Woo-jin kissed his swollen, reddened lips, savoring the warmth and softness of his skin. Between kisses, he whispered over and over, ‘It felt so good. It was amazing. You were amazing.’

However, as consciousness slowly returned to Jae-chan, his thoughts took a different turn.

“…Hey.”

Staring at their reflection in the mirror, Jae-chan blinked in disbelief at the scene before him. Then suddenly his dark eyes flared with rage, and for the first time, curses spilled from his lips.

“Hey, you…!”

He heard curse words from Jae-chan for the first time, but Woo-jin just laughed.

Still connected, Woo-jin eagerly embraced Jae-chan’s twisting body as he turned to half-heartedly hit him. The punches that landed on Woo-jin’s chest were light and hesitant, almost playful, and the corners of Woo-jin’s jet-black eyes curved into crescent moons as he smiled. Accepting every weak blow, Woo-jin leaned in to press his lips against Jae-chan’s damp cheeks, licking and nibbling at the salty skin wet with tears.

If he could hold Jae-chan in his arms, he could take as many hits as he wanted. After all, he felt a tinge of guilt and knew he deserved some of it.

On the other hand, Jae-chan found himself momentarily stunned by Woo-jin’s clear, youthful laugh resonating through his chest. Those half-moon-shaped eyes framed by a bright smile were truly too beautiful for words.

“Ah, seriously…”

In the end, Jae-chan leaned in and planted a clumsy kiss on Woo-jin’s cheek, more like a headbutt than a kiss. It was firm enough to sting a little, but Woo-jin only chuckled, his chest rumbling softly. Jae-chan’s lips, still flushed and swollen, stayed pressed tightly together in an uncharacteristic pout, leaving him unable to say anything aloud. Yet Woo-jin could feel Jae-chan’s feelings clearly without any words.

If you’re happy, then I’m happy too.

Even beneath the layers of embarrassment and lingering shyness, the steady presence of Jae-chan’s affection remained unchanged.

“I love you too. I really, really love you.”

Woo-jin hugged Jae-chan as tightly as he could, his arms wrapping him up completely. He brushed his lips gently over Jae-chan’s flushed face, whispering his feelings aloud. Woo-jin was overwhelmed with happiness, deeply moved by the fact that his joy also brought joy to Jae-chan.

An intense sense of emotional fulfillment washed over him, leaving no part of him untouched.