Sensations pooled in his lower body until even his toes felt numb. Nox fumbled blindly, his hands searching for Khalid’s head to push him away. But the more he resisted, the more fervently Khalid pressed his lips against him, sucking at the opening with wet, smacking sounds before sliding his tongue back inside to lap at the tight inner walls. Saliva that couldn't be swallowed spilled over, slicking the exterior. Nox was at a loss, overwhelmed by the sensation of soft flesh against his own whenever his muscles buckled. His toes curled and unfurled repeatedly; he tried to press his trembling thighs together, but he couldn't close them fully with Khalid’s head wedged between them.
“Hah, don’t… don’t lick there, hngh—!”
Nox couldn't bring himself to truly shove Khalid away, so he pleaded instead. Regardless of his pleas, Khalid continued to suck at the entrance and push saliva inside. Once the tightness eased and the inner walls felt sufficiently softened, Khalid withdrew his tongue, lifted his head, and slid his fingers back in. The wet opening—loosened first by Nox and then thoroughly worked by Khalid’s tongue—swallowed the fingers whole. Only then did Khalid let out a satisfied growl, moving his fingers with a rhythmic, squelching sound.
Nox grit his teeth to keep from moaning. However, Khalid—the very man who had claimed to loathe the sound of his voice during their last encounter—found this silence displeasing. He shoved a second finger inside, pushing deeper and searching along the internal walls with a wet friction.
Nox’s legs twitched in involuntary reaction. He threw his head back, clenching his jaw so hard his teeth ached. Suddenly, his body gave a sharp jolt. Khalid didn't miss the spot, pressing down on it with cruel precision.
“Ah, ah…!”
His painfully bitten lips parted as his waist arched and shuddered. Nox recoiled, feeling his body spiral out of his control. Khalid wore a ruthless smile.
“Right. If you want to cover your eyes and ignore reality, then I have no choice but to teach it to you.”
The reality that his only purpose was to cry and beg for pleasure beneath him. Khalid pressed against that sensitive spot with even more persistence. Squelch, squelch. The wet sounds echoed. As the finger movements grew more relentless, the muscles in Khalid’s forearms corded with tension. Nox’s body twisted, unable to endure it. He tried to plant his feet on Khalid’s shoulders to push him away, but Khalid didn't budge an inch. Instead, he lunged forward, obsessively stabbing and pressing against the point of Nox's pleasure.
“Hngh, ah—!”
Nox’s insides clamped down hard. His body spasmed violently. His head snapped back as a tremor wracked his entire frame. The heat that had built up since Khalid first touched that spot culminated in a sharp release of fluid. At that exact moment, Khalid withdrew his fingers.
“Haah, ah. Hngh—!”
And his tensed, rigid member—
Thud!
—was driven inside in a single, heavy thrust. Nox’s back left the bed, arching sharply. His trembling toes were a pitiful sight. Khalid wrinkled the bridge of his nose as he forced his length into the convulsing, tight interior. By the time he hit the very end of the passage, Nox was gasping, barely able to draw breath.
But Khalid was not a man to show mercy for such a state. Driven by his own lust, he slowly withdrew from the walls that were spasming around his shape, then drove back in with enough force to make a heavy, slapping sound. Nox let out a hitching sob, struggling pointlessly. Conversely, a satisfied growl rumbled deep in Khalid’s throat.
“Hieuk, haah…!”
The pace of the thrusts was slow, but they were more than enough to crush Nox’s insides. Nox clamped down even tighter, and as if to force him to relax, Khalid struck his buttocks again with a sharp crack. Instead of loosening, Nox’s eyes glazed over as his muscles spasmed even harder. Khalid hissed a curse.
“Fuck… all you know how to do… is tighten up….”
A slave should know how to properly satisfy his master. That was the implication. He buried himself as deep as possible and waited. Waiting for the convulsing walls to settle was agonizing, but it was difficult to enjoy himself fully while it was this tight. In the interim, Nox scrambled to find his breath. Though his breathing remained shallow and ragged, it began to steady. Khalid looked down at the blindfolded man. The area around the cloth was already damp. A surge of sadism boiled in his gut. Khalid released his grip on the man's thighs and propped a hand under Nox's chin. He slowly withdrew before slamming back in once more.
“Ack!”
Nox’s throat constricted instinctively. The interior that had briefly relaxed clamped down tight again. Khalid began to stir his insides, moving his hips with increasing speed. Thud, thud, thud. The loud sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The opening, slick with saliva, made a lewd, squelching sound as it seemed to chew on his length.
Nox squeezed the wrist that was pressing against his throat. Though he was choking and gagging, Khalid only drove his hips forward with more violence. Even as Nox sounded as if he were losing his breath, Khalid did not stop. Trapped in a pain that threatened to make his eyes roll back, Nox scratched at Khalid’s arm in a desperate attempt to stay conscious. It was a struggle for survival.
“…Haah.”
Amidst the collision of their bodies, the sound of labored gasping preceded Khalid’s own heavy breathing. As the internal walls—suffocating from the pressure—clamped down hard, Khalid slowly removed the hand from Nox's neck. Nox’s stomach rose and fell as he gulped in air, his insides tightening and loosening in tandem. Khalid spread Nox’s thighs even wider and drove his thick length back in. A sound like a scream tore from Nox. Khalid began to thrust rapidly into the man who could barely breathe.
Squelch, squelch, thud.
“Ahngh! Ah, hngh—!”
Nox could no longer swallow his cries. With the strength gone from his legs, he could only let out scream-like moans as Khalid pounded into his splayed thighs.
“St—stop…! Ah, please…!”
Nox was already at his limit. Khalid brought him to the brink with ease. The opening was stretched wide, and the member inside reached for the very depths of his abdomen. Hieuk, hah. The sounds of frantic, shallow breathing filled the air. Seeing Nox in this state, Khalid felt his mouth go dry.
“Cry more.”
For a moment, Khalid didn't even realize how much he craved the sound of Nox’s moans. He forced his thumb between Nox’s lips, pressing down firmly on his panting tongue. He pulled back before slowly sliding back in. As he moved at a deliberate pace, every internal fold seemed to catch against the head of his member. Nox twisted his waist, trembling at the sensation, but Khalid enjoyed the friction so much that he began to move his hips in a circular motion. When he pressed firmly against the upper wall of the interior, Nox’s breath hitched and his waist shook.
“Aaaah…!”
Nox reached his peak again, his body jerking as he spent himself once more. Khalid smirked faintly, continuing to move with shallow, splashing thrusts.
“You’ve only done it twice, and already you’ve developed a taste for a man’s cock. What am I to do with you?”
“N—no, that’s… hieuk!”
“Don’t lie.”
“Master… Master… please… stop….”
“We’re nowhere near finished.”
In truth, Khalid had not yet climaxed once. Nox had no way of knowing that, despite having pounded into him until his inner walls ached, Khalid hadn't even reached his own peak. Nox reached out blindly, his hands grasping for Khalid’s arm. Khalid clicked his tongue and scooped Nox up by the waist. He sat Nox on top of him and leaned back onto the bed.
“Ahngh…!”
Nox shivered and cried out as he felt the sensation of Khalid sinking even deeper into his abdomen. Impaled and unsure of what to do, he shifted his hips restlessly, which to Khalid looked like nothing other than a provocative grind. Khalid watched with satisfaction, tapping Nox on the buttocks.
“Two times.”
“Hngh….”
“Two times. Satisfy me twice, and then I’ll consider stopping.”
At the mention of "twice," Nox lifted his head. He was drenched in what could have been sweat or cold perspiration. His hair, which in Khalid’s memory had always been perfectly groomed, was a tangled mess. His well-trained, flat stomach now held Khalid inside. The sight of the slight bulge where his member stretched Nox's skin was more pleasing than anything else. Like a sated predator, Khalid gave a sharp upward thrust of his hips. Nox’s body jolted.
“Hurry up.”
Nox placed his hands on Khalid’s chest and tried to lift his hips. No matter how high he lifted himself, the length impaling him was so great that it wouldn't slip out. Eventually, he gave up and slowly lowered himself back down. The sensation of the thick member slowly pressing back into his belly tormented him to the point of a cold shudder. Hngh, haah. His breath began to hitch again. Every time the shaft pushed deep, his entire body trembled as if seized by a chill.