Even after four years of intimacy with Chahyun, Yeonwoo still found himself bewildered by such demanding requests.
Panting, Yeonwoo finally lowered his hands. As he explored his opening with his index and middle finger, the slick arousal he felt was undeniable. The squelching sounds subtly aroused his hearing.
Unable to face directly, he deeply bowed his head, immensely embarrassed by Chahyun watching everything from such close proximity.
After sufficiently wetting his fingers, Yeonwoo meticulously applied the lubrication onto Chahyun's member. Chahyun soon released a satisfied moan.
"Fuck, I'm so turned on."
Chahyun took Yeonwoo's damp hand and rubbed his own member with it. "If you're going to do it like this, why even ask me?" Yeonwoo thought to himself, but he obediently offered both hands to Chahyun.
"Is this good enough?"
"Well done."
Chahyun appreciatively swept his hand over Yeonwoo's knee. He then aligned his slick shaft with the opening below.
The firm touch of the tip against the closed entrance made Yeonwoo flinch. Chahyun, not taking his eyes off the tense Yeonwoo, forcefully thrust inside.
"Ah!"
"Does it hurt?"
Chahyun pressed down on Yeonwoo's lower abdomen, feeling the inner walls flinch and tighten.
Yeonwoo's belly quickly felt full. He caught his breath and shook his head.
"No, no... it feels good."
"Good, Chahyun."
"Then, you need to squeeze tighter."
"Ah... Uh, like this?"
Yeonwoo gyrated his hips gently, exerting pressure below. A vein bulged slightly on Chahyun's forehead.
"Hong Yeonwoo, so damn..."
He gritted his teeth and slowly pulled back. The alcohol made the inside much hotter and tighter than usual. If Yeonwoo allowed, Chahyun felt like he could stay inside all night.
"Ugh."
When he almost completely withdrew, leaving only the tip inside, Yeonwoo's entrance clenched tightly around it. Chahyun, lost in the sensation, stared at the taut folds as he pushed back inside.
Unlike before, when he entered slowly, Yeonwoo's lower abdomen trembled slightly.
"Ah... It feels weird when you do it like that."
"It's the alcohol," Chahyun responded nonchalantly. The deeper he went, the drier the inner walls felt, and it seemed they would need more time to properly lubricate.
"Just put it in all at once... Baek Chahyun. Like you just did."
"You always get wet inside so slowly when you drink. There's so much fluid coming out here, though. Why is that?"
As Chahyun gripped Yeonwoo's buttocks, he began to thrust shallowly.
"Ah, ah!"
While the movements weren't rough, the snugly packed column continuously jabbing the inner walls spread both soreness and tingling. This ambiguous sensation was displeasing; Yeonwoo thought a rougher movement might be less painful.
Yeonwoo reached out and wrapped his arms around Chahyun's neck.
"Just do it quickly."
"Why?"
"I hate this. Uh, don't go slow..."
"The inside is still dry," Chahyun explained.
"Ah!"
Despite his insistence, Yeonwoo continued to shake his head, and Chahyun forcefully withdrew. Based on experience, thrusting roughly now might feel good but could cause small injuries inside.
"Why did you suddenly drink so much?" Chahyun clicked his tongue in disapproval and handed his member back to Yeonwoo.
"Rewet it."
"Ah, why do you keep..."
"It might tear otherwise."
"Then you do it..."
"You said you wanted it fast, didn't you?"
As Chahyun urged Yeonwoo while rubbing his member against Yeonwoo's hand, Yeonwoo averted his gaze. Hesitant at first, he then bit his lower lip and carefully stroked up and down.
To Yeonwoo, the member that had entered and exited the hole seemed sufficiently wet already. The demand felt like a mere act to shame him.
It seemed like a while since he took the sleeping pills, yet why was there still no effect? Chahyun's eyes were clearer than ever.
"Cover it evenly, up to the tip."
Yeonwoo needed to fall asleep soon. What if he couldn't leave today?
Lost in thought, Yeonwoo's movements slowed, prompting Chahyun to lift his hips slightly as a reminder. The thick and slick member rubbed against the perineum, making Yeonwoo shudder.
"Why are you so hesitant? How do you plan to take it?"
"Just..."
"Do it thoroughly, Hong Yeonwoo."
Losing patience, Chahyun took Yeonwoo's hand and made him touch the wet hole, then grasp his member again.
That's right. Seeing blood now would be at his own loss.
Yeonwoo, following Chahyun's perverse demand, spread the fluid he had secreted over Chahyun's tip. After diligently stroking from the base to the firm tip, the shaft felt much smoother, as if generously coated with gel.
"Is that enough?"
Only then did Chahyun smile and pass a hand through Yeonwoo's disheveled hair.
"Yeah. I should thrust it in quickly now."
He made Yeonwoo spread one leg wide before aligning the tip with the entrance. The opening, having already accommodated the entire shaft once, was now relaxed and smooth.
"Gasping!"
As he thrust in all the way like before, Yeonwoo's head was thrown back sharply. This time, Chahyun didn't hesitate and began to thrust his hips vigorously.
The slapping sound of flesh was loud enough as the movements became rougher.
"Ah, ugh!"
"Do you like it?"
Chahyun stroked Yeonwoo's member up and down, noticing the faint liquid forming at the tip.
"Uh, yes... ah."
"You can't even keep your mind straight."
Chahyun blocked the tip with his thumb to prevent Yeonwoo from climaxing on his own and started thrusting in earnest. His thick thighs rubbed against the inside of Yeonwoo's pale thighs.
Each time the swollen member pounded the inner walls, Yeonwoo's feet curled and twitched. Then Chahyun would bite down on his calf to keep him from tensing his ankles.
"Ah, but it's too... just a bit gentler..."
"You asked for it hard."
Chahyun pressed his hips insistently, burying himself to the root inside Yeonwoo. Simultaneously, he peeled off Yeonwoo's shirt, which seemed cumbersome.
"Stop... too deep, ugh! Deep..."
Before long, Yeonwoo's eyes reddened. A hot sensation rose from inside his belly today. Chahyun pummeled the spot he was feeling, causing strange sounds to continuously burst from Yeonwoo's mouth.
"Ah, Chahyun. Baek Chahyun."
Yeonwoo, forgetting he was just waiting for Chahyun to fall asleep, clung to him desperately. The fear that this sex might be their last sprouted a desperate longing in him.
Thus, unable to endure even a slight separation, he kept wrapping his arms around Chahyun, pressing their chests together, and pleading for kisses.
Sweaty, Chahyun mounted him, and Yeonwoo looked up, continuously meeting his eyes, yet still feeling unsatisfied and lacking.
"Why are you crying, Hong Yeonwoo?"
"Uh, ah!"
"Is it because it hurts, or because it feels good? Fuck, you cling so well here."
Yeonwoo stuck out his tongue to moisten his dried lips and wrapped his legs around Chahyun's waist. Chahyun warned him not to put strength into his ankles, but stubbornly, he exerted more force, tightly encircling him.
"I, I... ugh! Thinking of you with that woman... ah."
Despite their bodies being tightly connected, Yeonwoo still felt an immense longing.
"I'm so angry..."
The thought of someone else looking at each other with such boiling faces and desperate eyes felt like his insides were tearing apart.
The sincerity he had deeply hidden under the influence of alcohol now overflowed.
I was insanely jealous of someone I didn't even know. The thought of someone else having Chahyun was painfully saddening.
"That won't happen."
Chahyun, steeped in surging pleasure, grasped Yeonwoo's hand as he moaned hotly. His voice was firm with excitement.
But Yeonwoo didn't hear it.
"Uh, ugh... ah."
"No one but you... fuck."
As Chahyun looked down at Yeonwoo's tearful face, he couldn't hold back any longer and began to thrust fiercely into Yeonwoo's hole. For a while, no words passed between them; only moans, heavy breathing, and wet friction sounds intertwined.
Chahyun's member repeatedly slammed into Yeonwoo's inner walls. And just as the two of them started to see white flashes before their eyes, Chahyun reached climax and grabbed Yeonwoo's hair, kissing him deeply. It was a breath-stealing kiss, heavy with possessiveness.