TBM Vol 3 Part 1

That smile—the one with deep dimples—had filled every photo card Lee Il-seo had ever drawn. And just as expected, those chocolate-brown eyes, too large for his delicate face, lost their composure and wavered.

“I can buy my own…”

Unable to finish his sentence, he quickly averted his gaze. Sure enough, his ear and cheek, like white rice cakes, had turned undeniably red. Though his face was flushed with embarrassment, his lips remained tense. It was actually difficult to read his expression and know his exact thoughts.

“Until the last filming day… You mean.”

Lee Il-seo muttered quietly to himself, as if lost in thought, before pressing his lips together. Silence fell over the living room. After contemplating deeply for a while, Lee Il-seo soon raised his head and met Sa Seung-yeon’s eyes.

“Yes. That’s fine.”

His voice was clean, decisive, as if all that deliberation had been unnecessary. The swiftness of his agreement caught Sa Seung-yeon off guard..

Having prepared to persuade Lee Il-seo about the various benefits of being partners, Sa Seung-yeon swallowed all his words and gave a social smile. This wasn’t just cool—it was almost too easy.

“You don’t have any other questions?”

“No.”

“Well, alright then.”

No demands for emotion. No endless skepticism. This was far simpler than dealing with someone who needed reassurances. Sa Seung-yeon let his smile fade as he stood.

The soft drag of his slippers cut through the quiet living room. As he approached Lee Il-seo, a shadow fell across his pale face.

With the light behind him, Sa Seung-yeon slid his fingers into the back of Lee Il-seo’s hair. When he pulled the soft hair, Lee Il-seo’s head tilted back and his plump lips parted reflexively.

Sa Seung-yeon bent down and sealed their mouths together. His tongue mapped the warm, wet heat of Lee Il-seo’s mouth, relentless. Despite trying to appear calm while sitting, all his hidden parts were flushed red with heat, truly characteristic of Lee Il-seo.

Though Lee Il-seo tried to curl his tongue to respond to the kiss somehow, his breathing soon became ragged due to their tightly pressed lips. Finally, he grabbed Sa Seung-yeon’s shoulders and tried to pull his head away.

But whenever Lee Il-seo tried to distance himself, Sa Seung-yeon would tighten his grip on his hair. Only after ravaging his mouth until saliva ran down Lee Il-seo’s chin did Sa Seung-yeon roughly release the nape he had been holding.

Barely managing to keep himself from collapsing onto the sofa, Lee Il-seo wiped around his mouth with the back of his hand and asked, “Haa… Are we doing it right now…?”

Lee Il-seo’s voice was wrecked, his eyes half-lidded as he gasped. Sa Seung-yeon’s mouth crooked at the corner. Without a word, he undid his belt, freeing his already hard cock.

He grabbed the shaft of his already fully erect cock and stroked it, and Lee Il-seo’s auburn eyes naturally fell upon it. The innocent gaze staring intently at his cock with parted lips was honest and lewd.

“I’ve been like this since you were standing at the entrance.”

As soon as he whispered in a soft voice, Lee Il-seo blinked and momentarily held his breath.

Hard to tell if he liked it or not. That unreadable face, dazed and flushed—Sa Seung-yeon laughed low in his throat and yanked him forward, grip rough. His smile was beautiful, almost artful, but the way he shoved Lee Il-seo to the floor was anything but refined.

Lee Il-seo on his knee, and Sa Seung-yeon, standing as if trapping him with his legs, pressed the head of his cock against Lee Il-seo’s small mouth.

“What did you do to get so hard?”

“Haah, ugh. Gently… It hurts.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

The apology was sweet, soothing, and meaningless. Lee Il-seo realized that too late, as Sa Seung-yeon’s cock shoved deep into his mouth in one brutal thrust..

The tip hit his uvula, breaching the entrance of his throat. He jerked back instinctively, but Sa Seung-yeon seized his cheeks, forcing him still as he drove in even deeper. The large cock completely filled the narrow mouth.

“Mmph!”

“Ha… Shit.”

As Sa Seung-yeon began thrusting, the sound of saliva became more intense as his cock stirred in Lee Il-seo’s mouth. Lee Il-seo’s body gradually leaned backward, his nape resting against the soft part of the sofa. Sa Seung-yeon fixed Lee Il-seo’s head against the sofa and also pinned his shoulders with his thighs.

Lee Il-seo desperately tried to push away Sa Seung-yeon’s thighs, but every withdrawal was met with a harder, deeper push, fucking into his mouth like a hole to be used.

“Uugh! Hmph!”

“Ah, your mouth feels good… Tight and wet.”

Unlike Sa Seung-yeon, whose reason was beginning to blur with excitement, Lee Il-seo was busy heaving his chest as if about to vomit repeatedly, his face covered in tears and saliva. As Lee Il-seo’s pupils began to roll back, he struggled, pounding Sa Seung-yeon’s thighs with his fists and scratching with his nails, until finally Sa Seung-yeon restrained his greedily thrusting hips.

“Mhmm, hu… Ugh! Ughk. Cough, cough…”

Lee Il-seo turned his head halfway to the side and coughed as if about to vomit. Sa Seung-yeon stroked his cock, wet with thick saliva, up and down, staring at Lee Il-seo’s reddened neck with his pitch-black eyes.

“Ah…”

In one motion, he hauled Lee Il-seo up and tossed him onto the sofa, flipping him onto his stomach. The black sweatpants slid down easily, baring pale, plush asscheeks. Against the dim room and dark sofa, his skin glowed.

“You said it needs to be loosened before I can put it in, right?”

Though he tried to speak gently, Sa Seung-yeon’s voice had already started to deepen with lust. Lee Il-seo, lying face down, turned only his head to look at Sa Seung-yeon.

“Yes, the hole needs to be loosened…”

“You do it. If I do it now, I think I’ll tear you.”

At his voice, which had reached the limit of patience, Lee Il-seo immediately brought his hand behind him. As  Sa Seung-yeon had warned before, contrary to his public image, his sexual style was very rough. To avoid being injured, as  Sa Seung-yeon said, he needed to loosen up quickly.

His white, straight fingers rubbed over the hole a few times before hastily digging inside. But perhaps due to the pressure and tension of needing to loosen quickly, his lower area kept tensing up despite his intentions. Lee Il-seo, trying his best to loosen the dry hole by probing inside somehow, lowered his eyebrows and turned his head.

“Sunbae-nim…”

The whimper was drawn out, pleading. Sa Seung-yeon arched a brow. Lee Il-seo, who had been struggling, continued with a reddened face.

“Gel, huh, please give me some…”

“You didn’t bring any?”

“No, ugh. I didn’t know we would do it…”

“I don’t have any.”

Sa Seung-yeon frowned once and moved Lee Il-seo’s hand away from the hole. When he spread his buttocks, the pale-colored hole could be seen tightly closed. It looked soft but not moist enough to penetrate.

“Annoying, you don’t even get wet?”

“I’m sorry, ah.”

Before Lee Il-seo could finish apologizing, a wet spit landed against his rim. Fingers circled, then pushed in, two at once.

“Huh, ungh.”

Lee Il-seo’s buttocks twitched slightly as he moaned softly. Sa Seung-yeon’s fingers, using saliva as lubricant, smoothly entered all the way to the inner wall. Being the third time, there was less resistance to entry than before. Instead of roughly inserting as last time, he referenced what Lee Il-seo had just done, slightly angling his fingers upward as he moved his wrist.

“Ah, wait, ngh!”

But at that moment, a slightly different pitch of moan burst from Lee Il-seo as he lay face down. Seemingly surprised by his own moan as his body trembled, Lee Il-seo momentarily held his breath, and Sa Seung-yeon also raised his eyebrows, staring at the reddened nape.

Silently raising the corners of his mouth, Sa Seung-yeon rubbed the same spot a bit harder, and Lee Il-seo tightly squeezed his thighs and scratched the sofa as if he’d been electrocuted.

“Here?”

“Ah, uh, haah…”

Sa Seung-yeon had to correct his earlier complaint about Lee Il-seo not getting wet. It was interesting to see him writhing at every touch despite being a place that supposedly doesn’t get wet. Sa Seung-yeon, whose face had now become concentrated, caressed the inside as if fondling it. When he slightly reduced the force and fingered more quickly and persistently, Lee Il-seo had already buried his forehead against the back of his hand and was making sounds almost like crying.

“Ah, stop… Haah, uh… Stop now.”

“Why, you seem to like it.”

“It’s too much…”

With what sounded like a dying word in informal speech, Lee Il-seo moaned hoarsely and reached back to grasp Sa Seung-yeon’s hand. He turned his head to look at Sa Seung-yeon and shook his head. The corners of his almond-shaped eyes were already red and moist. Tears gathered on his faint moles, reflecting the light with a subtle shimmer.

“You have a lot of things you don’t want me to do.”

As Sa Seung-yeon withdrew his hand at the pleading look, Lee Il-seo moaned softly as he closed and opened his eyes, seemingly sensitive even to the withdrawal. Sa Seung-yeon was also at his limit.

“I’m putting it in.”

He aligned the head of his cock with the wet hole and pressed firmly. As he inserted, Lee Il-seo threw his head back as if trying to endure the pain, and Sa Seung-yeon also gritted his teeth at the tightness that wouldn’t ease no matter how many times they did this.

“Ha…”

Recalling Lee Il-seo’s reactions when he had inserted his fingers and moved them gently, instead of thrusting all the way in at once, Sa Seung-yeon slowly halted his hips and then repeatedly inserted only half of his cock.

The glans was aimed at the deep part of the inner wall that his fingers had been teasing moments ago. Sure enough, Lee Il-seo quickly began making pleasured sounds, and Sa Seung-yeon, listening to Lee Il-seo’s moans, repeatedly thrust slowly and deeply.

“Huff.”

“Huh, eungh…”

It was definitely different from last time when he had crawled away on his knees or scratched his throat with painful moans. Unlike before when he had to touch Lee Il-seo’s front to make him tighten his intestinal walls, now his inner walls were already clinging tightly to Sa Seung-yeon’s cock. His body seemed half-melted, wobbling like jelly, and his particularly springy buttock flesh stuck to Sa Seung-yeon’s thighs, creating sticky friction sounds.

The gradually deepening cock was now being buried all the way to the pubic hair. Yet Lee Il-seo didn’t withdraw his body and was busy feeling pleasure as he scratched the sofa.

“Ha, ah, uh, unghh-!”

He was genuinely feeling it. What expression was hidden beneath those burning red ears and cheeks? Sa Seung-yeon lowered his head and stopped thrusting. He withdrew his cock and flipped Lee Il-seo onto his back. His feverish face was drenched in sweat, and his parted lips still emitted moans out of inertia. Lee Il-seo met his gaze a beat late with blurry eyes.

“…”

Everything except that face momentarily appeared hazy. Simultaneously, the tip of his cock tingled sharply. The composure disappeared from Sa Seung-yeon’s face as he clenched his jaw hard enough to create lines, desperately holding back the urge to ejaculate. His large hands completely removed Lee Il-seo’s pants and underwear in one go.

As he grabbed Lee Il-seo’s pelvis, his white legs spread apart, and his hard cock slid deeply into the slightly raised buttocks on the sofa.

“Hngh!”

Lee Il-seo’s eyes widened as he trembled and firmly gripped his own cock. With his fingers tightly holding the glans, his thighs quivered, and suddenly he shook his head and struggled with his legs with all his might. But Sa Seung-yeon pulled Lee Il-seo’s pelvis down and thrust his cock in proportion to how much the inner walls had receded.

Lee Il-seo twisted his waist and desperately cried out, “Huh, ugh, wait!”

“Why.”

“Something is about to come out…!”

“Clenching won’t stop it.”

Sa Seung-yeon thrust his hips hard with each end of his words. With stifled moans of ugh, ugh, Lee Il-seo’s entire body trembled. Sure enough, whitish hot liquid burst out between the fingers that were gripping his cock.

“Haaah… Ugh, heungh…”

With each tremor as he tightened his thighs, the remaining semen leaked through his fingers in streams. While Lee Il-seo, having reached climax, was gasping in orgasm, the inner walls repeatedly gripped and released Sa Seung-yeon’s cock on their own, even without deliberate thrusting.

“Fuck, hey…”

 Sa Seung-yeon, holding Lee Il-seo’s pelvis, momentarily forgot his words. Though it wasn’t an organ made for this kind of relationship, the boy who had reached climax solely from his ccock was trembling with an expression Sa Seung-yeon had never seen before. It was a stimulating sight he had never witnessed in any other relationship. Sa Seung-yeon laughed mockingly and provoked Lee Il-seo.

“You came from behind.”

“Ha, uhh.”

“You’re really in heat.”

Sa Seung-yeon removed one hand from holding Lee Il-seo’s pelvis and grabbed his cheek, which was still dazed. As he gradually increased the pressure, Lee Il-seo’s hazy eyes began to contort with pain. While deeply inserting his cock, Sa Seung-yeon asked Lee Il-seo:

“Have you ever come without being touched?”

“…Haah.”

“From just having your back hole filled, have you ever come this much?”

“Ugh, haah, uh…Ungh.”

Lee Il-seo frowned as if in pain, then shook his head.

“No?”

“Huh… First time…”

Only then did Sa Seung-yeon smooth his furrowed brow and release the hand gripping Lee Il-seo’s cheek.

“Seems you’ve only slept with incompetent bastards.”

Contrary to his sarcastic voice, the corners of Sa Seung-yeon’s mouth had curled upward. At the same time, his thrusting became incredibly deep and fast. Lee Il-seo tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. The inside, after having reached climax once, was excessively sensitive and hot.

Unable to bear the overly sharp stimulation, Lee Il-seo tried to push against Sa Seung-yeon’s chest, but the large hands easily captured his flailing hands. Sa Seung-yeon stuck out his tongue and thoroughly licked the semen that moistened Lee Il-seo’s fingers.