TG Ch 9 Part 12

Jeong Taeyul nipped at the soft skin of Sijin’s inner thighs. Sijin’s eyes teared up from the unexpected stimulation.

“Haa, don’t lick, ah…!”

Sijin squirmed, trying to push Jeong Taeyul’s head away from between his legs, but he was too weak and could only clutch his brown hair. Jeong Taeyul was already lapping at his entrance with his tongue. A languid shiver ran down Sijin’s spine, and his clear eyes glazed over.

“Haah, haa…”

Every time his tongue flicked against his sensitive entrance, a jolt shot through him. He felt a burning heat pooling in his lower abdomen. Sijin instinctively bucked his hips.

The sensual heat spread through his spine and throughout his body.

Now, Sijin’s embarrassment was replaced by a desire for more. His hand, which had been pushing Jeong Taeyul’s head away, tightened in his hair. Jeong Taeyul, responding to his silent plea, lavished his entrance with his tongue. Sijin’s pale thighs trembled from the blatant stimulation.

“Fuck, these thighs.”

Jeong Taeyul muttered fiercely as he sat up. He acted as if he had a vendetta against Sijin’s thighs, kneading the pale skin roughly, like a starving beast.

Last night, he had been careful and methodical, following a textbook approach, but now, he was acting recklessly, as if trying to make up for lost time. 

Sijin hurriedly said to Jeong Taeyul, who was using his thighs for obscene purposes, “W-We can’t do this so much… so soon after last night…”

“We haven’t done it that many times.”

Jeong Taeyul was impatient. He pulled Sijin’s pale thighs together and rubbed his c*ck against them. Sijin gasped at the heat and looked down. He could see the veined c*ck rubbing against his soft skin. Each time the thick head brushed against him, the memory of it buried deep inside him last night sent a wave of sensual heat through him.

Perhaps because Jeong Taeyul’s heat was transferring to him, Sijin’s entrance twitched every time the c*ck brushed against his thighs. He was burning with need, his body still sensitized from the previous night’s passionate lovemaking. 

Clutching the sheets, Sijin pleaded, “J-Jeong Taeyul, not there… ah…!”

“What?”

As soon as he spoke, Jeong Taeyul thrust his c*ck against his thighs. Sijin’s slender body was easily pushed back by his toned physique. 

Sijin, startled, looked up at him and said, his body trembling slightly, “Just… put it inside…”

“Where?”

Jeong Taeyul clearly understood, but he was pretending not to. Sijin glared at him reproachfully, then showed him instead of telling him.

Sijin pulled his knees up, the ones Jeong Taeyul had been holding. He had been unyielding until now, but he finally released Sijin’s thighs.

Sijin, his face flushed, looked at Jeong Taeyul. His gaze, fixed intently on him, was intensely lustful. Sijin, lying on the white sheets, exhausted and disheveled, spread his thighs, still bearing the marks of Jeong Taeyul’s large hands.

“Here… Ah, a-aah…!!”

Before he could finish speaking, Jeong Taeyul aligned his c*ck with his entrance and pushed inside.

The hard head was always the most difficult to take. When the insertion wasn’t smooth, Jeong Taeyul gripped his shaft and rubbed the tip against Sijin’s entrance. The wet sounds echoed in the room. Sijin squirmed, his eyes tearing up.

“Haah, haa… S-Slowly…”

Even though he wasn’t fully inside, Jeong Taeyul kept thrusting. The thick head brushed against a deeper, more sensitive spot inside him with each shallow thrust. Sijin’s toes curled as pleasure washed over him.

Jeong Taeyul’s heavy balls pressed against his pale ass. 

Jeong Taeyul, seemingly frustrated by the tightness, gritted out, “Did you only say those words… to me?”

“That’s… Ah, ah, ah…!”

At his delayed response, Jeong Taeyul thrust into him, his gaze fixed on Sijin trapped beneath him. He not only hit Sijin’s most sensitive spot but also twitched his c*ck inside him. Sijin gasped, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. His head spun, and his body tingled.

Jeong Taeyul then moved his hips slowly, as if to soothe him. The wet sounds of their bodies rubbing together were explicit. 

He looked down at Sijin intently and asked again, “Did you only say those words… to me?”

“Y-Yes, yes… Haa, haa…“

Sijin nodded breathlessly, forgetting what he’d even been asked. He couldn’t help it with the hard c*ck churning inside him.

His answer seemed to have greatly aroused Jeong Taeyul. He thrust deep inside, as if trying to claim the deepest part of him. And whenever Sijin seemed to calm down, he would slowly pull out, then thrust back in, all at once.

“Ah! Haa, J-Jeong Taeyul…”

Sijin reached out and gripped Jeong Taeyul’s broad shoulders and chest.

He looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. He saw Jeong Taeyul’s heated, toned torso. His broad chest, defined abs, and the flat plane of his lower abdomen leading to their point of connection. As Sijin pushed against his chest, Jeong Taeyul bent down and kissed him deeply.

What had he said to make him so excited?

The deeper the kiss, the deeper he thrust. Sijin tried to soothe him by gripping his rock-hard shoulders, but Jeong Taeyul simply intertwined their fingers and held them down. The insistent kiss trailed down to Sijin’s neck, and his thrusts grew rougher.

“Haaa, haa, deep…”

Sijin’s thighs clenched involuntarily around the c*ck churning inside him. His entrance, thoroughly stimulated last night, was incredibly sensitive. He tried to endure, but as Jeong Taeyul thrust into him again, he bucked his hips, his back arching. Clear fluid leaked from Sijin’s slick c*ck. He almost came from the sheer intensity of it.

“Ah… It hurts, haa. I… I can’t do this position…”

Jeong Taeyul finally stopped thrusting at his words. He also released his hold on him, and Sijin managed to wriggle out from under him. The thick c*ck slowly slipped out from between his a$s cheeks.

Sijin crawled towards the headboard and curled up, his body flushed all over. Jeong Taeyul watched him intently and knelt on the bed, his thick c*ck glistening with prec*m. Sijin stared at it with wide eyes.

Sijin, finally catching his breath, pulled the blanket over himself and asked in a trembling voice, “H-Have you been… holding back… this whole time?”

He hadn’t expected to be ravaged like this as soon as he woke up. And as if that weren’t enough, Jeong Taeyul was now gently gripping his waist from behind. Sijin looked at him with trembling eyes, his impatience evident.

“No.”

Sijin’s body was easily flipped over. He was now lying face down, propped up on his elbows, his a$s raised. He was even more nervous because he couldn’t see Jeong Taeyul’s expression.

Then, Jeong Taeyul pressed his thick c*ck against his entrance and said, “Even after I pulled out a few times, my c*ck kept getting hard. I can’t not fuck you.”

A shiver ran down Sijin’s spine. He tried to crawl away towards the headboard, but Jeong Taeyul’s hand, grabbing his slender waist, was faster.

“Ah, no, not from behind… Ah, ah…!”

The thick c*ck pushed inside again. Sijin wanted to avoid this position because it was too stimulating. But Jeong Taeyul held him firmly and thrust into him forcefully.

As soon as he was inside, Sijin gasped, his eyes wide.

“Mmph, s-stop… Ah! Feels, weird. Ah…!”

Jeong Taeyul’s slightly curved c*ck hit Sijin’s most sensitive spot perfectly. With the thick c*ck, there was no need for technique. Even his forceful, mindless thrusts were enough to make Sijin’s mind go blank with pleasure.

His thrusts grew rougher.

Jeong Taeyul didn’t let go of his waist, and Sijin’s body was tossed around with each thrust. He was a quick learner when it came to physical acts; he held onto Sijin like a starving beast, refusing to let go.

Sijin’s body went limp, and he collapsed completely onto the bed. Every time his a$s bounced against Jeong Taeyul’s hard thighs, he felt a burning heat pooling inside him. His eyes glazed over with lust. Even the lingering ache inside him transformed into pleasure.

“Ah, haa, feels good, ah…!”

At his moan, Jeong Taeyul wrapped his arms around Sijin’s back, his toned body holding him possessively.

Jeong Taeyul’s ragged breathing brushed against Sijin’s ear. His low whispers, interspersed with his rough thrusts, were incredibly sensual.

“Haa, hyung…”

It was an unfamiliar yet somehow familiar term of address. Sijin, unable to respond, clutched the pillow beneath him as he felt a wave of intense pleasure washing over him.

Perhaps because he had been thrusting so forcefully from the start, Jeong Taeyul gripped Sijin’s waist tightly and pounded into him three more times.

Sijin’s head spun from the overwhelming pleasure. He couldn’t even think about how to deal with the embarrassing evidence of his orgasm. He barely managed to pull away and catch his breath, but Jeong Taeyul grabbed his chin and turned his head, kissing him insistently.

“Haa, haa…”

After the kiss, Sijin looked at Jeong Taeyul’s face. His eyes now held a look of satiation. Sijin, his insides a mess, trembled and curled up slightly.