UR Chapter 111

Chapter 111

He thought it meant he could touch his own, but maybe that wasn’t what was intended.

“Uh, hhh….”

Before his panting moan could even fade, the other pressed down on the tip of his penis with his palm.

“N-no…!”

I-bom shook his head, his face pale, but Beom-ho suddenly grabbed I-bom’s penis. Then he pressed theirs together.

“M-my, I can take care of mine, my—mmph!”

I-bom squirmed, trying to pull his penis free from his grasp, but Beom-ho calmly rubbed I-bom’s against his own thick penis. The rough texture of their shafts rubbing together felt unfamiliar.

“Ghh…!”

“Huuh… It feels good when we touch them together, right…?”

I-bom’s was buried against Beom-ho’s hard, thick penis, covered by his large hand.

As the pulsing movements thudded roughly, I-bom’s body jerked with them. He tried to pull away by leaning back, but Beom-ho pressed his solid thighs tightly to keep him from escaping.

“Hhh….”

“It feels… weird…!”

His large hand gripped both of their hard penises at once, rubbing up and down. The plan to slowly match a careful rhythm was long gone. I-bom’s penis twisted as if crying out, trapped in the other’s grip.

“Ah…!”

When I-bom twisted as though trying to flee, Beom-ho furrowed his brows and pressed I-bom’s palm firmly against both of their tips.

“Hmm….”

From the swollen tip in his palm, cum began to leak, soaking I-bom’s hand.

“Beom-ho, ngh… uh…!”

Panting from the strange sensation, he tried to pull his hand away, but he had no strength to escape Beom-ho’s fingers.

“Hhh, ahhk…!”

“Haah, hhh… I-bom—”

Between their fingers, the hot, thick fluid spread, making wet, sticky sounds. The slippery movement of the rough strokes kept slipping past.

“Ah, I-I think I’m gonna… ngh! Ah, Beom-ho…!”

Still holding his penis, Beom-ho shook him, making I-bom plead. His thighs tensed and relaxed repeatedly as he moved under him. Following the jolting rhythm, his round sack slapped softly, sending shocks through his body.

“Mm, here.”

Beom-ho tilted his head to kiss I-bom’s nape. His tensed body shivered at the touch of his breath. The slick tip pressing against I-bom’s palm jerked sharply, twisting about. Then, with a strained groan, there was the sound of something bursting out.

“Haa….”

He bit his lower lip, brows furrowed. Thick cum dripped down his shaft in streams, pooling at I-bom’s wrist and stomach.

“Ah!”

Already sensitive, I-bom shivered and moaned at the hot, wet sensation against his stomach. Beom-ho swallowed dryly, eyes fixed on the trail of cum running over I-bom’s limp wrist.

“I-bom.”

Beneath the dark night window, the sharp moonlight clearly lit his bare upper body—broad chest heaving with sweat, tight abs flexing beneath it. Below, his penis still stood hard, glistening with mixed fluids.

With a low, husky growl, his eyes gleamed even in the dark. He pressed his thigh against I-bom’s bare body again, drawing closer, then took a deep breath, chest swelling. He stared down at I-bom with a gaze burning hot.

“I want to be with you, I-bom.”

His thick tongue hesitated, grazing over rough lips, then his throat bobbed. It was blatant, yet somehow not blunt at all.

Eun Beom-ho was, at his core, a beast—a predator. He called himself a man with reason, but instinct could always take over. Still, he pressed it all down, again and again, for the sake of the one who lay before him—his own mate.

“Ah….”

“Mm?”

He lightly clenched his fist and then released it. The surging heat in his blood was frightening and relentless. Only now did Beom-ho understand why his grandfather and mother would grimace and talk about mating season with such distaste. He had thought he’d done well living while suppressing it, but the urges he’d felt until now were nothing. Even now, his chest boiled with the desire to swallow I-bom whole, so he feared what might happen when a true mating season came.

Between his tightened fingers, blue veins twitched. His flushed face was breathing roughly, biting his lower lip as if holding something back. At some point, sweat had made his forehead glisten.

Unlike earlier, he was now watching I-bom patiently, waiting only for his permission. The thighs kneeling on the floor trembled faintly. His head was full of lewd thoughts, but he acted as though he wouldn’t touch him without consent.

“If you say you’re scared, or that you can’t take it, I’ll stop right away. Without your permission, I won’t do it.”

“……”

Not knowing what Beom-ho was thinking, I-bom looked at him in a daze and gripped the sheet in his fingertips. The warmth of the milky-white fluid pooled at his flat navel was still hot. Their eyes darted here and there, out of sync, as they both glanced at the cm trickling down his hip. I-bom swallowed and looked at his penis.

Big…

It was as imposing as his tall frame. If it were pushed inside between his narrow cheeks, it looked big enough to fill his belly completely.

Would it be okay if it went in? Would it… not hurt? I-bom blinked and glanced at it. Strangely, as he stared, it seemed to swell even more, like it was greedily aiming for him.

I-bom blinked nervously, then slowly opened his mouth. Even while sensing the chill of a predator’s gaze, his instincts led him to nod, like a fool poking his head into a tiger’s jaws.

“O-okay.”

“……”

“I… want to have sex.”

Naïve I-bom accepted Beom-ho’s courtship without fear. Beom-ho felt it was fortunate that I-bom knew nothing of the predator’s world. If he did, he would never give such easy consent.

“…Ah. I-bom.”

Before the dampness under I-bom’s eyes could even tremble, Beom-ho pulled him in urgently. Soft, round, and endearing Kang I-bom—his mate, who smelled faintly like a spring breeze, just like his name. Hiding the predatory glint in his eyes, Eun Beom-ho smiled gently.

“Hey.”

Beom-ho was bending slightly at the waist when I-bom’s voice made him turn. Looking at him, I-bom whispered from beneath, his face flushed red.

“But… please, be gentle, so it doesn’t hurt. You’re too b-big.”

His small pink lips moved shyly. The damp flicker of his crimson tongue was so both erotic and adorable that it made his mind spin. From I-bom’s sweat-dampened hair came what seemed like a sweet scent.

“Gently, mmm, as much as you can…”

Beom-ho’s chest gleamed with sweat as he grabbed one of I-bom’s ankles and lifted it onto his shoulder. His movements were clumsy, but his gaze burned with seriousness. Without hesitation, his large hand spread I-bom’s thighs apart. Red handprints smeared across his cum-streaked legs.

“Hhh…!”

The sudden motion made I-bom’s thighs and rear tremble, but Beom-ho showed no hesitation. He spread his palm over the shaking pink sack and penis resting on his thigh, pushing them aside. Beneath his slim waist, the plump, trembling flesh of I-bom’s rear twitched, and the small hole began to quiver. Beom-ho’s fingers spread the folds and pressed deep inside.