TBM Vol 2 Part 9

It was so long and thick that even when held with both hands, the glans and shaft were partially visible. Just touching the handsome dick, which matched his face, made his thighs involuntarily tremble.

Seung-yeon, looking at Il-seo’s face, asked with a mysterious smile.

“What are you staring at? It looks like there’s semen swirling in your eyes.”

“…I’m surprised you’re hard for me.”

“Except for the lack of breasts, you’re not much different from the people I’ve slept with.”

It felt like a punctured balloon deflating. Though it would be considered one of the worst things to say to a lover, Seung-yeon remained calm. Annoyed by this, Il-seo applied more strength and speed to his hand holding the dick and looked up to meet Seung-yeon’s eyes.

Frowning, Seung-yeon thrust his hips up slightly as if penetrating, then slowly tilted his head back and let out a short sigh.

“Haa.”

When Seung-yeon lowered his head, there was no trace of playfulness on his face. The hot grip on Il-seo’s dick also tightened.

The hurt feelings from the inconsiderate words completely evaporated as soon as Seung-yeon began to move his lower part earnestly. The slapping sound of his hand against the groin became rhythmically faster, and in an instant, the tip of Il-seo’s glans reddened.

Unconsciously tightening his thighs, Il-seo urgently grabbed Seung-yeon’s wrist.

“Ah, wait a moment…!”

Seung-yeon raised an eyebrow and stopped his moving hand.

“Why?”

“The stimulation is too intense… I, I think I’m going to, hng… cum…”

Seung-yeon slightly furrowed one eye. Clearly, his face showed incredulity that Il-seo was trying to ejaculate too quickly. Though it felt a bit unfair, Il-seo desperately tried to suppress his urge to climax. With someone else, he could have certainly held out longer. But now, the hand stroking his dick belonged to Sa Seung-yeon, who had lived faintly in his memories for nine years.

Even though it was a one-time relationship for the sake of the project, the fact that they were rubbing each other’s erect dick had already melted his rationality. Even if he closed his eyes to pretend the other person wasn’t Seung-yeon, his now-familiar scent tickled his nose, and the low, sultry breathing and the textured feel of his dick only became more vivid.

At Il-seo’s plea, Seung-yeon obediently removed his hand. Looking at his palm, Seung-yeon asked in an emotionless voice.

“Do you have premature ejaculation?”

It was too late to deny it, as he had already thoroughly wet Seung-yeon’s hand with pre-cum. Il-seo, barely composing his quickened breathing, decided to just admit it.

“…Yes.”

Watery eyes carefully met Seung-yeon’s. Il-seo took Seung-yeon’s released hand. Watching what he was doing, Seung-yeon raised one eyebrow.

Il-seo spread Seung-yeon’s fingers and slowly made him grasp his shaft. Even just that was exciting enough to let out a momentarily heated breath, but he quickly collected himself and, while holding Seung-yeon’s hand, shook it weakly. Seung-yeon watched in a daze as Il-seo masturbated using his borrowed hand.

Though it was a much weaker intensity and slower pace than Seung-yeon’s masturbation, once again, slick pre-cum seeped between Seung-yeon’s palms. Synchronized with the release of pre-cum, Il-seo closed one eye briefly and then opened it, saying in a voice mixed with breath:

“Please, hng…L-like… this… please touch me slowly.”

“…”

“…And.”

After slightly gauging Seung-yeon’s reaction, who seemed incredulous, he hurriedly continued in a lowered voice.

“It feels better if you touch me while… doing it.”

Unable to hide his disbelief at the sudden advice, Seung-yeon asked with a smile.

“Despite having a premature ejaculation. You want me to touch you in front while being penetrated from behind?”

“No, not for me… It’s better for you, sunbae.”

“Why would I enjoy touching your dick?”

Il-seo subtly avoided eye contact as he discreetly released his hand.

“They say the feeling down there is… more intense that way…”

Seung-yeon’s lips hardened coldly. His pitch-black gaze traced from the tip of Il-seo’s chin up to his eyes. Finally, Koo Dong-young’s words made complete sense. This guy doesn’t realize what a loose behavior he’s engaging in.

While stiffening his body as if putting on airs, he’s subtly honest to stimulation, and his calmness, focusing only on the relationship without overthinking, drives the other person crazy—he has no idea.

‘This fucking…’

Seung-yeon grabbed Il-seo’s t-shirt, pulled it off, and then pulled down his thin body. Mounting to cage the naked body sprawled on the bed, Seung-yeon held his own member and shook it as if masturbating. Due to Il-seo’s pre-cum already wet on his palm, lewd wet sounds resonated.

Seung-yeon held back the curse he was about to blurt out unconsciously and slowly nodded.

“I see.”

Answering in a low-temperature voice, Seung-yeon placed his dick between Il-seo’s groin and pressed it as if sliding. Seung-yeon’s member rubbed against Il-seo’s erect dick and scrotum. Il-seo’s face turned bright red, and uncontrollable moans escaped.

“Ah…ungh.”

“Well, we have plenty of time, so let’s check slowly.”

***

One of the two pairs of underwear fell onto the bed, the other onto the floor. Seung-yeon, kneeling on the mattress, spread Il-seo’s legs.

After grasping the thin waist that loosely fit in his hand and pulling it up slightly, he slid his hand. As if gauging the position of the hole, he probed between the closed buttocks with his finger, causing Il-seo’s dick to momentarily twitch. Seung-yeon, with a somewhat displeased face, slowly dropped his hand and tapped Il-seo’s thigh.

“Lie on your stomach.”

“Pardon?”

“Sorry, but I’m still not adapted to this.”

The pitch-black eyes pointed downward.

“What’s attached below.”

“Ah, yes.”

Though he admitted wanting to sleep with Lee Il-seo once because his body was seductively built, it was certainly his first time with a male body, and a strange aversion also arose. Of course, it wasn’t disgust—if defined in words, it was more the unfamiliarity of putting it in while seeing what was attached. The slender body could be thoroughly enjoyed from behind as well.

When Il-seo turned his body, the thin neck and the erector spinae muscles falling below it became much more clearly visible, which was nice.

Il-seo, without complaint, placed his palms on the mattress and lay face down. With the change in posture, his buttocks were clearly exposed. Unlike other parts that were pitifully thin, Seung-yeon gazed at the round buttocks, as if beautifully molded, and grabbed them as if entranced. He kneaded them like breasts, and the feeling of the soft flesh fitting perfectly in his grip wasn’t bad.

Seung-yeon kneaded the buttocks a few more times, then smacked them gently.

“Ah…!”

With the small moan that emerged as his breath faltered, a light pink hole could be seen twitching. Seeing it tightly closed, he wondered how the tightness would feel when pushing his dick into that narrow gap.

Moistening his lower lip with his tongue, he opened the console and took out a condom. Even without the possibility of pregnancy, using a condom was safer for STD prevention.

Seung-yeon surveyed Il-seo’s body with his eyes as he bit off the condom wrapper, while Il-seo waited quietly, lying face down.

‘Even his skin is good here too.’

Placing his dick between the fair buttocks, Seung-yeon lightly rubbed the flesh as if thrusting. Seeing the wrinkled hole wiggle as if expecting something, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose.

Aligning his glans with the shrunken hole, Seung-yeon pressed his waist, and the glans began to enter tightly, spreading the previously seamless hole.

From the sensitive glans, a hot tightness surged. It was gripping insanely tight, and at this interesting new sensation, Seung-yeon slightly bit his lower lip. But at that moment, Il-seo, who had been lying face down, began to struggle.

“Uh, wait.”

“…”

“Ah, agh!”

Then Lee Il-seo crawled forward on his knees and turned his body to face him with an incredulous look. With a pale complexion, Il-seo awkwardly brought his legs together and wrapped his arms around them.

“What are you doing…?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you put it in just like that, it will tear.”

“Ah, did it hurt? Sorry.”

The lubricant on the condom made him think that even if it was a bit stiff at first, it would naturally loosen with thrusting. But thinking about it, without an organ that produces its own fluid, entering raw could be painful. How annoying. Seung-yeon clicked his tongue once and rummaged through the drawer. He had never used gel during intercourse, not even once.

“Just a moment.”

Il-seo, awkwardly getting up, pulled out a black crossbody bag from the wall beside the bed. When had he brought the bag into the room? With a red face, Il-seo opened the zipper and took out a small tube. Watching his fumbling actions, Seung-yeon said disgruntledly:

“You… came well-prepared.”

“…Yes. Good thing I did. I didn’t realize you’d be this clueless.”

Il-seo, whose shocked expression had faded, opened the tube cap with a serious face. After pouring a generous amount of transparent gel onto his hand, he lay straight down and pulled the blanket to cover his groin. Il-seo, inserting only his hand between his legs, began to rub around his hole.

“Since Haru is an omega, you don’t need to know about this, ugh, I suppose.”

At the sudden mention of “Haru,” Seung-yeon belatedly remembered that he had used the project as an excuse to have a go with Lee Il-seo. He seemed to be explaining that in alpha-omega relationships, pheromones make the lower part wet, so such gel isn’t necessary.

A beta trying to teach whom? Barely holding back a snort of incredulity, Seung-yeon shifted his gaze to where Il-seo was loosening his own hole.

At first, he poked below with just his middle finger a few times, then soon employed both middle and ring fingers, rotating his wrist in circular motions.

As he had noticed in the guitar-playing scene, his fingers were exceptionally slender and long. Those long fingers, now coated with a milky liquid, were repeatedly going deep into the hole and coming out again. It seemed that even with those thin fingers, he felt pressure, as whenever they went a bit deeper, he would slightly close his thighs and tremble.

While probing below, Il-seo tried hard to suppress the moans that instinctively wanted to burst out. Watching him struggle, making sounds like “umph, ungh” in his throat, Seung-yeon realized that blood was strangely rushing to his dick, making his lower abdomen tingle. Seeing the white face slightly contort as Il-seo tried to hold back, both arousal and a curious sadistic desire arose simultaneously.

Seung-yeon watched Il-seo, clenching his jaw. Just as Seung-yeon’s patience was reaching its limit, Il-seo slowly removed his fingers from the hole and gradually opened his previously furrowed eyes.

“Now, it’s ready.”

Swallowing his dry saliva, Seung-yeon pressed firmly on the back of Il-seo’s knees with his hand and aligned his glans with the exposed hole. Unlike just a moment ago when there was not even a hint of a gap and the glans was tightly gripped, the texture had certainly become softer. The feeling of soft flesh enveloping and gripping the glans was much better than simply being tightly compressed.

At that moment, Il-seo floundered with his feet and said:

“Uh, I didn’t, didn’t turn over.”

“It’s fine, let’s just do it like this.”

After seeing him probe his own hole, Seung-yeon only wanted to thrust in quickly. Il-seo desperately pulled up the blanket he was holding, trying somehow to cover his lower part. His large eyes, glancing around nervously, looked anxious.

When Seung-yeon said dickes were unfamiliar, he didn’t mean he disliked them enough to make Il-seo cover himself so desperately. Seung-yeon grabbed Il-seo’s wrist that was holding the blanket, fixed it on the sheet, and whispered lowly:

“Focus.”

“Aghh!”

Simultaneously thrusting in the remaining shaft in one go, Il-seo tilted his head and let out an intense moan. Blue veins stood out on his slender neck. Even Seung-yeon, staring at the white neck, momentarily got goosebumps and paused his movement while keeping his dick inserted.

“Hoo…”

“Ha, ungh.”

Slowly pulling his waist back, he looked down at the connection point. Even the condom was coated with slick fluid. The sensation was superior to what he had imagined. The thrusting pace became noticeably slower as he was captivated by the sight of his dick moving in and out between the thighs.

Every time Seung-yeon’s hard dick pulled out to the tip of the glans and then went back in up to just below the scrotum, Il-seo gasped for breath and groaned.

“The feeling.”

The moan, close to sobbing, was slightly cut off, and Lee Il-seo, his eyelashes wet with tears, barely looked toward him. Looking at Il-seo, whose face was tense like a student waiting for a grade, Seung-yeon slowly nodded.

“It’s good.”

Simultaneously, the inner wall touching the dick trembled slightly. Thinking how excessively honest the lower part was, Seung-yeon unconsciously lifted the corners of his mouth.

“Ungh.”

Seung-yeon moved his waist a bit faster, as if carving a path through a space closed on all sides. A shivery pleasure arose as the hot, slick inner wall rubbed against his dick.

He had wondered if it was possible to get so excited while having sex with a hole that didn’t produce pheromones or love juices, just applying gel—even to himself, it was fascinating. At Koo Dong-young’s bar, there were occasionally betas or alphas who particularly sought relationships with men. Now he understood what kind of sensation they expected when they stood their lower parts up.

As the insertion speed increased, the spread legs reflexively contracted, and Il-seo’s toes curled up roundly. Sensing that Il-seo’s moans were becoming strangely sharper, Seung-yeon asked:

“You’re not in pain, are you?”

“Ah, ungh. No. Mmm.”

He looked down at Il-seo, who was tossing his head and groaning with each movement of his waist. On set, he was the type who always had a tense expression like a model student, never raising his voice and quietly focusing on his script.

The small, neat handwriting that filled the script without margins, the achromatic clothing style he wore every time, and the worn but regularly washed, clean sneakers—that was exactly Lee Il-seo’s image. A type that was attractive precisely because it was plain rather than colorful and flashy.