UR Chapter 112

Chapter 112

The small, open entrance of I-bom’s hole twitched, clenching down on Beom-ho’s finger as if savoring it. The moving muscles squeezed tight between the joints of his fingers. Eun Beom-ho frowned and pushed his fingers in even deeper.

“Haa…!”

When the thick finger dug in deep and rubbed against the inner walls, his hips lifted instinctively. The unfamiliar sensation of being filled spread from his tailbone, up his spine, and tingled all the way to the back of his neck.

At the strange, first-time feeling of penetration, I-bom unconsciously gripped Beom-ho’s wrist with his fingertips. Seeing his fingertips pale, Beom-ho casually slid in another finger.

“Easy… bite down gently. I haven’t even put my cock in yet… huu…”

Eun Beom-ho bit his lip, grinding down the vulgar words that kept welling up. Every curse that tried to escape felt like it was setting fire to his once-clean mental world. If he let them spill out, it felt like his conscience would burst apart.

Even so, he had no desire to pull his fingers out from I-bom’s soft, clinging inner walls. A part of him wanted to push in something far hotter and thicker than his fingers and rock his hips hard, pouring every drop of his desire inside.

The cum coating his fingers sank deep into that tight, sucking entrance before slipping back out. The slick fluid, like melted gel, spread between the joints of his fingers and dripped down messily, but he didn’t care.

How much effort had he put into getting I-bom ready to mate—rolling him over, getting him used to his scent, rubbing his sack’s pheromones on him, marking him until it finally took effect.

“Huu, hah… You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you, I-bom.”

His voice, hot and wet with excitement, poured down over I-bom’s body. Pulling his fingers out, he grabbed his dark-red cock. He wanted to shove it all the way in, to the base, into that small, damp hole and make it swallow him whole. The fantasies that had tangled endlessly in his mind were about to become reality.

Beom-ho pressed the swollen, heated surface against him as if to soothe it, then began to push slowly. The thin rubber sheathing the base of his cock stretched painfully tight, on the verge of tearing. With a thick sound, the large head forced its way inside.

“Huu…”

The muscles in Beom-ho’s tense back flexed.

“Ah, ahh…!”

“Mm, I’m putting it in slowly… gently.”

Despite his soft voice, the narrow opening stretched so taut it felt like it might tear. The large, swollen flesh forced its way into the tiny gap, pressing as if to crush his diaphragm. Just that much inside made tears prick his eyes and his breath catch in his throat.

I-bom’s arms trembled as he tried to hold himself up. The searing heat speared him from below, running up his spine to the tip of his tailbone. The pulsing intruder throbbed as if alive, pressing into the tight walls without any intention of pulling back, carving out its path relentlessly.

The narrow inner walls—accustomed only to his fingers—jumped wildly, trying to push the rude intruder out. But the head that had forced its way in from the start didn’t know the meaning of retreat, pushing in steadily.

“Haah… so tight…”

The heavy pressure reaching deep into his tailbone made it hard to breathe. I-bom’s free ankle twitched helplessly in the air. Seeing this, Beom-ho lifted that ankle too onto his shoulder.

“Breathe.”

“Hhh, ah, it hurts…! Ah! You said you’d make it not hurt, hh…!”

“Huu… mm, I’m going slow… gentle. Try to relax. Nngh…”

I-bom shook his head desperately, his voice trembling. But every twitch of his body only made things worse for Beom-ho’s cock. As soon as it breached the entrance, the hot pressure wrapped around him, tighter than when I-bom had taken him in his mouth. Wet, hot, soft, and narrow—it was enough to make him feel like he might finish immediately. Beom-ho clenched his jaw, his brow twitching.

Until now, Eun Beom-ho had never thought of himself as particularly lustful. His size had drawn stares of admiration, but he’d had no partner, no urgent need to release his desires regularly. He’d always been indifferent, simply taking medicine and lying down when the mating season came.

But now… once you learn to steal, you stay up all night. Splitting apart I-bom’s soft insides until they bore red marks had Beom-ho imagining something absurd—that he wanted to feel this warmth and tightness for the rest of his life.

“H-how do I relax? You’re too big…! Ah, hh…!”

A slow sigh escaped Beom-ho’s throat, released deep down to his toes. I-bom shivered, his thighs gently tightening. In such a narrow space, even that small motion made the column inside throb as if it might slip out.

“Slowly… mm… just like that, breathe.”

He carefully placed a hand over the center of I-bom’s chest, stroking it gently to help him breathe. I-bom’s tear-filled eyes looked up at him.

“Huu…”

He only wanted to teach him how to breathe slowly, but when he saw those swollen, reddened eyes, his cock swelled even more. The warm, wet muscles clung tightly around him, wrapping him completely with no gap left between the folds. Controlling the boiling desire inside him, Beom-ho pushed in and pulled out slowly. Through the thin rubber barrier, his cock gleamed, drenched in I-bom’s fluids.

“Ah, I-bom… it feels so good. Hhh…”

Beom-ho held the leg resting on his shoulder and gently kneaded it, pressing his lips between them without pause. The tender sound of his kisses was soft and affectionate, but the cock driving powerfully inside I-bom was anything but gentle. That intimidating length stretched the narrow hole as if it might tear, then withdrew until it almost closed, only to press back in again. The heated sensation and overwhelming urge to release made I-bom’s mind dizzy.

“Ah… it feels… weird…!”

It didn’t even make sense visually. I-bom let out a broken sob as he saw his entrance sucking him in. His flat belly rose and fell, and he shook his head without thinking.

“It’s not weird—it’s good. See? Your body says it likes it too.”

“Mm…”

“You have to make the way for me… huuh… If you just shape the way to fit me, mm… it’ll be easier for you after that.”

As he drove himself deep, Beom-ho rubbed I-bom’s shaft as though soothing a child. The pink length lay in his palm, trembling and dripping precum.

“Mm… ngh…!”

The cock driving so deep it felt like his insides were being pushed up into his stomach made I-bom feel like crying.

“Haa… my belly… it feels strange… it’s so strange…”

I-bom whispered constantly into his ear, his voice wavering. The sensation of being stuffed so full it felt like he might vomit, and the friction each time the length moved deep inside, made him want to escape—yet not at all. He rubbed his hips slowly against him, wordlessly begging.

Stop. No, keep going. Slower. No, harder.

He didn’t even know what he was saying as he wrapped his arms around Beom-ho’s back. Weak from the effort, his hands slipped several times, but each time Beom-ho guided them back to rest on his neck. The quiet room filled only with the creak of the bed and their moans.

“Haa… If I said I wanted to be inside you all night… no, all day… that wouldn’t be okay, right?”

Even in his daze, I-bom shook his head.

“N-no…! If we do this all day… hh! E-everyone will know—”

“That’s fine. If you’re embarrassed… huu… should we hang a Do Not Disturb sign? So no one comes in… ngh.”

He chuckled and toyed with I-bom’s nipples. Beom-ho’s eyes lingered on I-bom’s hazy gaze as his chest rose and fell. Cute enough to eat whole, yet erotic enough to make him want to. If he were truly a beast, he might have devoured him right there. Overcome by the impulse, he bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth.

“Ahh… th-that… ah!”

I-bom gave a shallow moan and began moving his hips, thrusting back in small jolts. Though he had begged for it slow and gentle, now he was panting as if consumed by desire, surrendering his body to Beom-ho.

“Haa… It’s fine. I’m your mate—who could say anything about me having sex with you?”

Beom-ho buried his face in his chest and sucked his nipples hard. The small buds swelled under his teeth, puffed up from the pull. Pressed by his tongue and lips, they became plump and wet, glistening as they moved.

Once his clothes came off, anyone would be able to tell they’d had relentless sex. Not that anyone else would ever undress Kang I-bom again. The thought that no one but him could ever be inside I-bom sent a shiver down his spine.

Mine. He’s mine. I found him. Kang I-bom must only mate with me.

Eun Beom-ho’s eyes flashed yellow. His sweat-soaked back flexed as he exhaled deeply. In an instant, the slow thrusts turned fast, pounding deep to the root, striking the very deepest place inside him.

“Uh…!”

The sound of panting mixed with the quickening rhythm of his hips.

“Hhh… Beom-ho…! Ah…! Mm!”

The toes curled on his shoulder suddenly trembled. Without realizing it, I-bom’s toes splayed wide like a fan. Beom-ho, almost losing himself completely, slammed into him wildly.

“Ah—I’m… gonna—mm!”

I-bom’s moan, soaked in pleasure, came as he tightened his backside. The forceful pistoning struck deep, stimulating inside. The unfamiliar rush made him cling to Beom-ho, gripping hard.

He’d climaxed many times before, yet this sensation was nothing like usual. His hips twisted on their own, his body moving strangely, as if no longer his. Beom-ho held him tightly.

“Ghh…”

“Mm…!”

The hot cock filling his inner walls trembled in shuddering spasms. Even through the thin rubber, the surging heat ached deep in his belly. As his body quivered, ready to collapse onto the bed, Beom-ho frowned, opened the nightstand, and took out a condom.

“…Sorry, I-bom. Huu… Let’s go one more time.”