MIM 100

Kissing was less embarrassing because it was considered foreplay, but the on-and-off kisses were strange and awkward. Ma Jae-seung dropped his head to Shin-woo’s face, which was looking up at him. Their foreheads met again, and Ma Jae-seung studied Shin-woo’s face for a long time. What was he scrutinizing so closely, he wondered, while holding up his lower body, which he was rubbing vigorously.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

Something didn’t sit right with Ma Jae-seung as he said that. He wasn’t exactly free from intoxication himself, so what was the problem? Shin-woo chuckled and subtly lifted his hips. The pressure of his genitals rubbed against each other, and his brow furrowed.

“Can’t I be drunk?”

“Why did you kiss me?”

Shin-woo’s eyes widened at the outburst. The questions didn’t stop there.

“What do you mean by it? I thought you said kissing is for people you like.”

Whenever he wanted to make a sneaky assumption, he’d ask him outright like that. Maybe he thought he’d answer drunkenly. When Shin-woo laughed without answering, Ma Jae-seung furrowed his brow.

“It’s weird to kiss someone because you thought they were cute when playing hide-and-seek in the garden when they were kids. It’s like you’re a pervert.”

“I guess I’m a pervert.”

“That’s not it. What does it mean?”

Ma Jae-seung’s mouth didn’t stop there, even though he could see the answer the other man wanted. He didn’t want to hide it anymore, and it wasn’t something he wanted to voice out loud while drunk.

Unwilling to back down, Ma Jae-seung stubbornly refused to look away. After several attempts to distract him, Shin-woo finally gave up and let out a long sigh.

“What great meaning could there be.”

“…”

“…I told you I liked it.”

He could maintain a calm expression, but he couldn’t control his heartbeat. As his touching chest began to pound, Jae-seung glanced down.

The color around his cheeks was growing redder and redder. Even with his head tilted down, he could see the color change. On impulse, Shin-woo put his hand to his ear. The skin was as hot to the touch as it looked.

“It’s a big deal to me.”

Shin-woo had never heard that before. Half the words muttered in a small whisper, half mangled in his mouth. Shin-woo snorted in response, then grabbed Ma Jae-seung’s face with both hands.

“What’s the big deal about this? You’re going to be so much more—”

“I would have liked you, too.”

Ma Jae-seung looked Shin-woo straight in the eye. His eyes were burning red, but he had managed to calm down his agitation. Under his unwavering gaze, a wave of energy surged in and engulfed Shin-woo.

“It can’t be.”

Shin-woo didn’t deny it, and didn’t turn away. For now, if only for this moment, he let the gentle language envelope him as it was. The warmth radiated out and stung the tip of my nose, which was feverishly hot. Shin-woo hurried to catch Ma Jae-seung unawares and kissed him.

The kiss was urgent, as if they were fulfilling something they’d been putting off for years. The contact didn’t just trigger a physical reaction, but a mental one as well. Even though ejaculation was a long way off, every time their tongues mingled, the back of his head tingled as if he were climaxing for the umpteenth time. His chest rose and fell in a tight rhythm, and his stomach churned with the sensation of urination. Their hot breaths mingled and their thick pheromones permeated the air in the room.

As he buried my nose in his cheek and breathed in, he could smell the freshness of his flesh like he’d never smelled before. It was enough to make him feel damp underneath.

“Yum!”

Shin-woo penis, which had been erect the entire time and had never subsided, finally poked at the base of his scrotum. As he opened his legs and gently pulled them back behind his knees, Ma Jae-seung reached down and squeezed the pole. The glandular fluid-covered glans pressed against the soaked hole. His handsome brow furrowed as the thick pole slid in, inch by inch.

Shin-woo rolled his gaze along the line of his brow and slowly opened his mouth. He groaned, tilted my head back, and closed my eyes. Ma Jae-seung’s cock was making its way inside him.

“Mmmm, hmmm, hmmm.”

“Whoa, pull back. Does that hurt?”

He laughed out loud at his own joke, as he realized how much it would hurt. Shin-woo shook his head, never one to be stern with others, but he couldn’t hide it completely, so Ma Jae-seung carefully adjusted his posture.

Sweat beaded up on his face as he made several small, subtle movements, pulling back a little and pushing back in a little. He thought it was cute that he was trying so hard, and eventually he blushed.

“I think mine is bigger than it needs to be.”

“Haha…Stop being so funny.”

“Seriously, if it’s big enough, you’ll feel everything and cum, it’s the same thing. If it’s too big, it’s not only hard for the other person, but it hurts me too.”

Ma Jae-seung earnestly complained. He was a lot bigger than average, so he was out of breath after every stroke, but the overstimulation wasn’t bad. When he was in the thick of it, he didn’t think about anything, so it was actually good, and he always managed to sleep well afterward.

After a moment of hesitation, Shin-woo spoke up.

“I like that you’re big.”

He hoped that that come out sounding too blunt.

“You…”

Ma Jae-seung squinted and breathed harshly. He opened his mouth to say something, and finally clenched his teeth so tightly that his jaw muscles were sticking out. Then he arched his back as hard as he could until the glans poked deep inside the other man.

“Hmph, ugh, ah!”

A groan caught in the back of my throat as the thrusting continued. He’d moved slightly to be considerate, but the giant penis was filling his stomach anyway, so it was less painful when it started pushing in in earnest. After rocking back and forth a few times, Ma Jae-seung changed the angle and aimed a little lower. Shin-woo winced as he felt his prostate being squeezed. Ma Jae-seung remembered the exact spot.

“Ugh, wait, shit, ahhh…!”

“Hah, well, that’s a good…thing, huh?”

Is this right? Shin-woo’s mouth was agape as he was impaled over and over again by the raging cock. It had been a long time since he’d been in and out like this. He couldn’t tell if it was the pressure in his stomach from the alcohol or the pleasure.

“Ah, ah, ah…ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.”

The sensation of heat rushing to his glans, the sensation of pre-cum leaking out of his hole, and the weight of the other man’s ascension crushing my stomach. The sensation of his entire body rising and falling with each thrust of his shaft made him feel dizzy.

His cock slid in and out, rubbing against the slippery inner walls, and then plunged straight into his throbbing hole. He could feel the wetness of his now-soaked hole gurgling and oozing. The slightest touch of his cock against the swollen junction sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

“Oohhh…good.”

Ma Jae-seung thrust down roughly, burying his mouth in Shin-woo’s cheek. Those hot lips licked up his cheek and sucked on his ear. His breath rushed into his ear, and the back of his throat tightened. He tried to tighten, but the already wrinkle-free hole didn’t even budge.

Looking down, Ma Jae-seung reached down and pulled out his cock. He took a long look at his monstrous shaft and tapped it against Shin-woo’s gaping hole. Pulling himself up to his knees, Shin-woo watched the cock plunge back into his ass. Slowly, the glistening, fluid-soaked shaft slid in and settled into his belly.

The tip of my cock twitched as soon as it hit the deepest part of his glans. It felt good. Shin-woo shuddered in discomfort as he held the root inside his belly. It felt similar to ejaculation, but something was wrong. It felt like he was about to swallow a lot of fluid. He pushed off Ma Jae-seung’s chest and scrambled to his feet.

“Ugh, I’m going to cum, fuck, get out of the way.”

“Hah…it’s wet. Let me see.”

“No, ugh!”

Holding him down, refusing to be shoved away, Ma Jae-seung pushed Shin-woo down, mounted him, and without warning, grabbed his cock, squeezed it, and the moment it was caught and squeezed by those big hands, a gush of horse-fluid spurted out of his swollen shaft.

It didn’t stop, it just kept flowing out. Shin-woo raised his waist and squeezed until there was not a drop left. He watched as the sheets, the quilt, Ma Jae-seung’s body, and everything else became soaked. After that, he cleared his head. The pressure in his stomach eased as he relaxed from head to toe. He didn’t look away, taking it all in.

Suddenly, he heard a small scratching sound on the door, a large shadow fell over his body, and the mattress shook. His penis, still wedged between his legs, began to move again. Too scared to recognize it, Ma Jae-seung pushed his tongue into his mouth.

He’d had too much to drink, Shin-woo thought to himself before he blacked out.