TSBIRBV Ch 172(NSFW)

Chapter 172 Heshi’s Bi (8)(NSFW)

“Good.”

At the half-doubtful, half-hesitant address he gave, Haryang’s eyes curved as he laughed.

“It pleases my ear.”

His face, flushed more deeply than usual, appeared gentle and serene no matter the expression it wore. Normally, Haryang gave off a cold impression to others, except when he looked upon Yegyeol—so the contrast felt all the more striking.

Catching his breath in ragged gasps during this brief reprieve, Yegyeol reached out, brushing the arc of Haryang’s lips with his hand. The thought struck him: I will never forget this sensation.

Haryang extended his tongue, licking across Yegyeol’s palm, then slowly drew his lips up along his fingers, swallowing them, laving each joint as though savoring candy.

As Haryang resumed thrusting, slow but relentless, Yegyeol wrapped his arms around his neck. Haryang sucked lightly on his lower lip before releasing it with a loud, deliberate pop and whispered:

“Call me that sometimes.”

Though Yegyeol could not see it, he knew his face and nape must be flushed scarlet. Too flustered to speak, he simply nodded, and caught the sight of his Senior Brother smiling.

To see Haryang smile so often, and so blissfully, was intoxicating. Perhaps this was what an ant felt, drowning in sugar water.

“I like you… I like you so much…”

Straddling Haryang, Yegyeol braced his knees. It wasn’t easy to support himself with legs that had until now only clung weakly, but sometimes desire drove his body more firmly than will. As he moved his hips, he felt Haryang’s cock ravaging him within.

Exhilaration and tension balanced precariously on either end of the scale. Feeling his body forced open so harshly, he realized again that he truly possessed the man he had longed for. And yet, should his legs weaken even slightly, he would be forced to take Haryang too deep.

“Haaah…”

Breathing hotly, Yegyeol gazed down at him with glazed eyes. Though clouded, at the end of his thoughts always rested his Guide.

Watching his disciple clutch at his shoulders as if to tear them apart, Haryang licked his lips like a parched man. The flash of tongue between parted lips made Yegyeol indignant; with trembling hands, he dragged Haryang close and kissed him.

Haryang tickled his nose affectionately as if Yegyeol’s groans and struggles to vent his heat were amusing. Yegyeol lifted his gaze in alarm, seeing his Senior Brother’s hands steadying his waist. He pressed his own hands over them as if to prove he could do it alone.

But Haryang’s patience had long since shattered.

With harsh, pounding sounds, his cock drove into him again and again. Clutching Yegyeol’s legs as they slipped, he forced him down relentlessly.

And then—

“Ahhh…!”

A long, sharp cry tore from Yegyeol’s lips. His vision turned hazy white. He could not tell if the tears were born of overwhelming pleasure or of dizzying freefall.

“Khrrgh…”

Groaning, Haryang spilled deep inside him. The channel already stretched wide seemed to swell fuller still.

For a moment that felt eternal, they stayed joined as one.

Yegyeol saw the sweat beading at Haryang’s nape where his arms circled. Their skin pressed together was not merely warm but sticky, heightening the lewd sensation.

The Senior Brother had wrecked his insides. His entrance throbbed raw, and when he twitched, he felt the cum pooled inside slosh.

Haryang bent his head beside Yegyeol’s face, his breath gradually evening. Then slowly, he withdrew.

“Hhhh… hhhnnn…”

Panting, Yegyeol shivered. Even in retreat, his oversensitized walls clenched, reluctant to let him go.

Though emptied, he still felt full—his belly heavy with another man’s seed.

“Uht!”

As soon as Haryang pulled free, Yegyeol tried to clamp his legs together, but Haryang pressed his thighs apart and murmured:

“Keep them spread.”

“But… it’ll… it’ll spill out.”

Yegyeol shook his head frantically, and Haryang’s lips curved in the faintest smile.

“Do you mean to hold it inside?”

“U-until we get to Tangok. Otherwise, the bed will be fouled.”

Muttering excuses, Yegyeol strained to clench his hole shut.

Haryang found his pitiful reasoning endearing. He circled his fingers around Yegyeol’s twitching entrance.

“Hhhht, Senior Brother… Senior Brother…”

Yegyeol looked up at him with tear-reddened eyes, silently begging him to stop.

But Haryang pushed a finger in, the tight wrinkles parting easily. At once, the mingled fluids leaked out in spurts.

Sliding in his index and middle fingers, he spread him wide. The stimulation against his inner walls shattered what little resistance remained, and Yegyeol’s legs fell open.

“Ahhht, no… don’t, nghhh…”

Sobbing, Yegyeol was met with Haryang’s gentle tone:

“It’s fine to let it spill.”

Gentle in voice only.

His fingers pried deep, stirring mercilessly. Seed spattered from him in thick drops.

The sensation of cum trickling down his thighs made Yegyeol tremble violently. The shame of Haryang watching it leak out was unbearable.

Yet, heedless, Haryang withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock to the loosened entrance once more.

“I’ll fill you again and again.”

A hammering shock reverberated through his whole body.

“Khh, ahhhht!”

His hips jerked upward, his body arching. Despite how hard it had been to enter at first, now his hole devoured the cock greedily.

“Hhh, hhhh…”

Yegyeol brought a hand to his lower belly, as though to check if it had been punctured.

“Ahhh…!”

Haryang easily seized the hand, guiding it lower, pressing it to where his cock split Yegyeol open.

“It’s fortunate my disciple learns quickly.”

“Senior Brother… Senior Brother…!”

Yegyeol wept, sobbing aloud.

It felt too good—so good he could not find pain. Even the rough thrusting that made his ass slap and resound, even the violent friction in his palm as Haryang forced his cock deeper, he accepted it all as pleasure.

“Thank you for holding me before I burst.”

Unlinking Yegyeol’s other hand from his neck, Haryang entwined their fingers and kissed them.

“I’ll give it my all.”

Haryang was nothing if not earnest, and so his “all” surpassed all bounds.

As though begging for a kiss, he brushed Yegyeol’s lips twice, then plunged his tongue deep, devouring the breath he had saved.

His thrusts shoved Yegyeol to the edge of the bed. Each pounding blow made his head ring.

“Senior Brother, ahhhht! G-ga… Ga-ga…!”

He felt like a broken doll that only spat the words “I love you” when pressed.

With each brutal plunge, he babbled confessions—good, love, Haryang—all tangled.

And Haryang, finding him all the more lovely, caressed him, marking his body anew.

Now he understood why he had not cared when Yegyeol confessed to lying with another man. Not because it was the Black Ghost, but because no matter how much, or with whom, he had lain, Haryang was confident he would overwrite it all.

Melted by relentless pleasure, Yegyeol’s body seemed willing to accept even pain as sweetness.

Too dazed to close his mouth, drool spilled down his chin, and Haryang licked it away greedily.

Holding their entwined hands tight, he pinned Yegyeol’s arms above his head and drove in.

Soothe him though he shook with hiccupped sobs, he still bit and sucked his swollen chest, making him clench tight.

“Uhh…”

A long, sighing groan spilled from his lips.

Cumming again inside, Haryang released his hand at last. It tingled, red marks seared between his fingers as if bound by rope.

Yegyeol ignored his own battered state, stealing glances at his Senior Brother.

His closed eyes, his straight brows—solemn, devout, heartbreakingly earnest.

Yegyeol longed to know what this man was thinking.

Joy? Or guilt?

Too clear a pool hid its depths. Yegyeol could not read them.

Haryang gave him but a moment to breathe before lifting his legs onto his shoulders. His cock, never once withdrawn, speared back into his cum-filled passage.

“Hhhk, hhhnngh…!”

With a wet plop, semen spilled around the shaft, leaking no matter how tightly he clenched.

Even fainting was denied him. Perhaps from the Black Ghost’s experience, Haryang’s control was exquisite.

Though it felt like he had climaxed countless times, Yegyeol’s mind remained awake.

Guiding energy surged, threatening to overflow. He realized even joy could drown him.

If I had not reincarnated as an Esper…

The thought chilled him. In his former body, he could never have borne Haryang’s desire.

Pausing briefly, Haryang seized the ankle resting on his shoulder and kissed it. The gentle press of lips contrasted with the iron weight of his grip.