BW C177

Chapter 177

“But… it’s just… too much…”

Hoeun whimpered. Taemuk’s was too big, too thick, too hard—he couldn’t simply take it without grabbing onto something or biting down. The force pressing in from behind was so intense that he couldn’t even feel the sore on his lip anymore.

Then Taemuk pressed the back of Hoeun’s head down against his own shoulder.

“Then bite my shoulder.”

“…Pardon?”

“Try biting it with those dull teeth of yours—you won’t even feel it. So bite my shoulder.”

“….”

Hoeun hesitated. How could biting someone not hurt? he thought—yet Taemuk’s shoulder, right in front of him, looked strangely tempting. The smooth skin, tanned dark, almost reminded him of chocolate.

Should I try?

What if it hurts him?

I don’t want to hurt him.

But Taemuk said it was fine. If he bit gently, maybe—

Before the thought could finish—

Puuuush.

Taemuk’s length slid in, splitting the inner walls as it went.

“Nh—!”

All hesitation vanished. Hoeun clamped his upper teeth straight into Taemuk’s shoulder. His blunt teeth sank into flesh—yet Taemuk didn’t flinch, didn’t even twitch. It truly didn’t seem to hurt him at all.

So Hoeun bit down freely until everything was fully inside. Sometimes deep bite marks lingered on Taemuk’s skin, only to fade moments later. It was only natural—he was in the middle of coupling with Hoeun. Even a knife wound would likely have closed in an instant.

“Hh… I-is it… all in?”

Hoeun asked in a trembling voice, one hand wandering to his own abdomen. He felt like he might burst. He’d eaten nothing all day but a bowl of scorched rice water, yet he felt stuffed, bloated—just like every time he took Taemuk inside him.

“Yeah.”

Taemuk answered shortly, burying his nose in Hoeun’s hair and inhaling deeply. His eyes were dark and clouded. The hot, supple inner walls were drawing him in relentlessly. Each time Hoeun breathed, the opening tightened and loosened in response, the sensation so overwhelming that even Taemuk’s testicles twitched.

“I want to move.”

He whispered, his voice lower than usual.

“Hah… p-please… slowly…”

Hoeun said between hot breaths, tightening his arms around Taemuk’s neck, bracing himself for what was coming.

“Okay. Slowly.”

Taemuk repeated, as if engraving the words into himself. Then he lifted Hoeun’s body—slowly—and lowered him again, even more slowly.

“Ah…”

A thin sigh escaped Hoeun. The feeling of Taemuk sliding out, scraping along his inner walls, then spreading him open again made every hair on his body stand on end. Still—it didn’t hurt. Not at all.

Taemuk continued, lifting and lowering him at an unhurried pace. Each entry and withdrawal produced wet, obscene sounds.

“Mm… ngh… ahh…”

Hoeun’s moans echoed in the same slow rhythm. Taemuk’s, by contrast, came out broken and restrained.

“Hff… ngh… hh…”

He was forcibly holding himself back. At times he ground his teeth; at others he released long, heavy breaths. Veins bulged at his temples. Just as Hoeun was about to say it was okay to go faster—

Taemuk’s tip drove in, tearing through a spot deep inside.

“Ah—! There…!”

Hoeun’s head snapped back, his spine arching sharply.

“Yeah. I know.”

Taemuk murmured against Hoeun’s temple. From then on, he aimed only for that spot, driving in to strike it, then dragging out slowly before thrusting back again.

“Ahh… mm—ah—”

Pleasure surged thick and heavy, wringing moans from Hoeun again and again. Taemuk licked his face, pressed their bodies together, kneaded his hips, thrusting in and out with steady, wet sounds.

Hoeun’s eyelids wavered.

It was—truly—an intoxicating act.

It was a little overwhelming, but not unbearable. The sensation hovered right at the edge—dangerous, thrilling—wrapping around Hoeun without mercy.

“Ah… G-General…”

“Yeah, Hoeun.”

“Hh… General…”

“Hff… yeah.”

Hoeun kept calling him. He didn’t know why—he just wanted to. Taemuk must’ve known it meant nothing in particular, yet he answered every time.

Taemuk relentlessly targeted Hoeun’s prostate. Not a single thrust was wasted. He pulled out just past the head, then drove back in until his pubic hair brushed against Hoeun’s skin.

“Ah—mm! Hh—!”

Stars burst behind Hoeun’s eyes. His fingers clenched, heat blurring his vision. Even so, his own hardened length rubbed messily against Taemuk’s abdomen. When the stimulation grew too strong, he bit down on Taemuk’s shoulder again to endure it.

Not long after, Hoeun realized he was close. He clawed weakly at Taemuk’s back.

“G-General, I—I…”

“Hff… it’s okay. Go.”

Granting him permission, Taemuk drove in deep. He yanked Hoeun’s hips down hard, holding him there as he rocked his body side to side.

“Nh…”

Hoeun swallowed a broken moan. His whole body went rigid, legs stretching straight behind Taemuk. Then—spurts, hot and sharp.

“Shit—”

As Hoeun’s opening clenched tight, veins bulged across Taemuk’s forehead. He bit down hard on his lower lip—hard enough to split it—but the wound healed the instant it formed, leaving only a faint trace of blood.

“A-ah…”

Hoeun, unaware of any of it, could only let out thin, trembling moans. His flushed length pulsed repeatedly, spilling more seed—thin now, yet plentiful, the pleasure too immense.

Then suddenly, his body flipped back.

His hair scattered across the bedding, legs thrown up onto Taemuk’s shoulders.

Hoeun didn’t even register it—he was still swimming in climax, his vision blurred, ears ringing.

“Hoeun—just a little. Just a little more.”

Taemuk pleaded urgently, one hand gripping Hoeun’s waist, the other cradling his head. Then he folded himself down over him.

Hoeun’s body bent almost in half, their connection crushed tight. Taemuk’s length slid out—then slammed back in.

“Nh—!”

Hoeun’s chin snapped upward. The pleasure crashed down like thunder—yet it didn’t stop there.

Thrust—slam—wet slap—drive.

Taemuk began pistoning in at a speed he hadn’t used before. Hoeun couldn’t even moan properly, mouth hanging open as he was pounded into the bedding.

“Hhk—nh…”

It felt like his insides were being mashed. The stretched opening burned, the inner walls sparked—but strangely, it didn’t hurt. He was already at the peak.

There was nothing left to feel—yet pleasure kept piling on, heavier and thicker. His heart felt like it was stopping and restarting. Nausea rose in his throat, but what came out were moans.

Then his length twitched again.

Impossible.

He’d already climaxed—was still leaking—and yet another was coming.

This is wrong. Something’s wrong.

Realizing it, Hoeun pushed desperately at Taemuk’s chest with weak wrists.

“N-no—! P-please—ah! Stop—General—!”

“….”

Taemuk didn’t answer. He didn’t moan. He didn’t even breathe audibly. Eyes wide, feral, he drove into Hoeun without mercy.

His length slid all the way out—so fast that Hoeun’s opening bulged round—then caught on the folds.

BAM.

Taemuk slammed back in with his full weight.

“Nh—!”

A shrill ringing filled Hoeun’s ears. His feet straightened on Taemuk’s shoulders, neck and back arched, thighs spasmed—

And from his length burst a clear stream.

Not thick like semen, but thin—hot—shooting straight up, splashing across Taemuk’s chest and even his chin, then spilling down over Hoeun’s own chest and stomach.

For a moment, Hoeun panicked—Did I… lose control?

But he quickly realized it wasn’t urine.

It was something else.

Something that shouldn’t exist.

Fear surged.

“G-General—hng—I—my stomach feels strange—I think I’m sick again—ah! Stop—please—”

Hoeun sobbed as he pushed at Taemuk. But Taemuk didn’t respond—didn’t release him—only hauled him closer and kept thrusting, relentlessly.