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Then his eyes lit up like he’d just been handed the keys to the universe.
At the exact same moment, Seunghyun felt something impossible happen inside him and shrieked, arms flying to protect his stomach.
“Why the f*ck is it getting BIGGER?!”
“…It’s not.”
But Seunghyun was trying. Really trying. Breathing through the pain, shifting his hips to find any angle that didn’t feel like being split in two.
Then—he twisted just a fraction, and a bolt of electricity shot up his spine.
“Hnngh—!”
Both of them froze.
A high, broken moan had just ripped out of Seunghyun’s throat.
Doyoon’s eyes went wide. “…Just now?”
He stopped the slow drag and slammed upward once—hard.
“Haaah—!”
No mistaking it this time. Pure, filthy pleasure.
Seunghyun’s cock—half-dead a second ago—twitched and filled again.
Doyoon looked like he’d won the lottery, the Olympics, and heaven all at once.
He whispered, reverent, “It was deeper than I thought…”
Seunghyun never got to ask what was deeper.
Doyoon lost his goddamn mind.
He started pounding like a man possessed.
“W-wait— ngh— stop— haa— f*ck—!”
“Hyung, you like it?”
You think this looks like liking it?! You’re murdering me! That’s what Seunghyun tried to scream.
All that came out were desperate, slutty whimpers.
His traitorous d*ck was fully hard now, leaking against his stomach.
Every brutal thrust sent pain and pleasure crashing together in his skull. His toes splayed in the air.
Doyoon panted, delirious, “You like it rough… I had no idea… all this time…”
“N-no I— HRNGH!”
White flashed behind his eyes.
The drag that used to burn now felt sticky-sweet, walls clinging to Doyoon like they never wanted to let go.
Seunghyun clawed at Doyoon’s arms, voice cracking.
“Doyoon— something’s wrong— I feel weird—”
“It’s not weird—”
Doyoon’s face was dead serious, pupils blown.
His cock scraped over that spot again and again, sinking deeper each time Seunghyun’s body gave way.
Every hit made Seunghyun’s fingers and toes spasm.
He tried to push Doyoon away; Doyoon just grabbed those hands and slung them around his own neck.
Bit his earlobe.
The moans got louder, clearer, obscene.
Doyoon was shaking with pride and lust.
“Hyung— Hyung— f*ck, I love you—”
“Slow— please— slow down—!”
“No. You hate slow. Just take it like this.”
Doyoon growled, low and feral.
The second that voice hit Seunghyun’s ears, his body clenched hard on reflex.
Doyoon nearly came on the spot.
“f*ck—”
Seunghyun did it again—unconsciously squeezing.
Doyoon’s hips stuttered.
“You like my voice? That why you keep choking my d*ck?”
“I don’t know— hic—”
Seunghyun started openly crying.
Doyoon was going to lose his mind.
He’d been dizzy for hours but refused to come—wanted to memorize every second of Seunghyun falling apart beneath him, legs spread wide, taking him to the hilt, sobbing.
This wasn’t a dream.
Seunghyun begged again, voice small.
“Doyoon… please slow down…”
“Yes, Hyung.”
He ignored it completely.
Turns out Seunghyun didn’t even know what he liked.
All those months of gentle failures—because Doyoon had listened to Seunghyun’s polite “no”s instead of the way his body screamed yes.
DForegroundoyoon kissed him deep and thought, God, he’s adorable.
Didn’t matter. He’d spend the rest of his life teaching him.
Hours later.
The sheets were ruined.
Doyoon was on his fourth condom.
Seunghyun had stopped counting orgasms.
He obeyed everything now—legs spread when told, sat on Doyoon’s lap when told, got on all fours and arched when told—like shame had been fucked clean out of him.
Time didn’t exist. Curtains closed. He had no idea if it was still the same day.
His stomach and chest were painted with layers of his own come, dried and fresh.
Doyoon had him flat on his back again, pounding so hard the headboard slammed the wall.
Seunghyun’s head kept scooting up the mattress.
Doyoon hugged it to his chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“You’re— ngh— pushing me—”
His voice had gone childish, pouty, wrecked.
Doyoon felt blood rush south again.
Then he slid both arms under Seunghyun’s back and hauled him upright.
Suddenly Seunghyun was straddling him, impaled to the root.
“Haaaugh—”
Gravity forced him even deeper.
Seunghyun instinctively cradled his own lower belly, feeling the impossible bulge.
That gesture alone almost ended Doyoon.
He stroked Seunghyun’s sweat-soaked back, grinning.
“This way you can’t run.”
Seunghyun was flushed pink from head to toe, chest heaving.
Doyoon had learned his body like a map in record time.
Seunghyun said no with his mouth and yes with everything else.
Push a little—he cried, but melted.
Over and over until he blacked out for seconds at a time, then woke up whimpering for more.
Seunghyun slumped against Doyoon’s shoulder, mumbling into his neck.
“No more… seriously… we did so much…”
He was half-gone, pupils blown, wondering if this much pleasure was even legal.
Doyoon just grabbed under his arms, lifted him an inch, then let him drop—hard.
Attacked his swollen nipples again.
Seunghyun clung to Doyoon’s hair, shaking.
Doyoon pulled off a nipple with a pop, grinning.
“You’re the only one who came that much.”
“That’s because you—!”
Doyoon glanced down pointedly.
Seunghyun’s stomach was streaked white.
He flushed crimson, tears of frustration prickling.
Doyoon nipped his nose.
“See? You don’t hate it.”
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Oh man I know the author had been waiting to write this