Side Story 2. Perfect Weather (5)

"Ah, nng..."

The entrance tightened as if to cut off the fingers, then quickly loosened and quivered inside. It seemed to know that the person would further heighten the current surging excitement. The two fingers immediately sought out the softly protruding part inside. When that spot was pressed, his knees buckled and his buttocks bounced.

"Eut..., mmm, heu..."

One more finger entered the heated insides.

"It's going in well today."

"We did it in the morning, ah, so it's probably loose, heu."

"Still, not to this extent. I guess you want to do it quickly."

Tae-un, who interpreted it as he pleased, kissed Soram's ear. He himself was urgently widening and stirring the inside with three fingers. The heat of his arousal, risen again, could already be felt near the pelvis.

The fingers withdrew, and before he could moan at the sensation of the knuckles sliding against the inner walls, the glans parted the folds.

"Heup...!"

Tae-un immediately grabbed Soram's hips and pushed in his genitals. Along with the sensation of hair standing on end, his waist straightened stiffly.

"Ha, ah..., eut!"

He began to strongly thrust into him. Soram collapsed his elbows and leaned his forehead. The genitals inside relentlessly continued to press against his sensitive spot.

The number of times he had joined bodies with Tae-un was now too many to count. They were two people at a vigorous age, and neither had the will to refuse the other's temptation. Doing it so countless times, now even roughly loosening his back with just saliva and a little semen, he felt no pain other than a dull ache when inserting. The heavy pressure had long been felt as pleasure.

If there was one thing that could be considered a problem, it was that the pleasure layered in place of the disappeared pain showed no signs of becoming familiar or dull. It still made his body tremble.

"Ah, aah...!"

Tae-un grabbed between Soram's legs. The trembling was transmitted from his thighs to his tiptoed feet. The liquid that flowed along Tae-un's fingers dripped onto the sink rug. Tae-un made a scratching sound from his throat, perhaps from putting strength into his lower half.

He wrapped his lowered waist and lifted it up tightly again. Then, after tapping the inside two or three times, he thrust in so hard that a squelching sound was made. Soram's heels that had been wandering the floor went up on top of Tae-un's instep. The person behind pressed his pelvis tightly against the closely attached buttocks.

"Heu, eung. There..., it's good. Ah!"

As soon as he moaned at the pressure of the deep penetration pushing out his stomach, Tae-un withdrew his genitals again and stirred inside.

"Heua!"

After that, it was a constant unpredictable syncopation.

"Ahuk! Ah..., ah! Heueu, wait, heup!"

It would have been better to just push in hard as usual, or just gently soothe. When he tried to catch his breath, he was suddenly pushed, and before completely losing sight from pleasure, he was gently caressed. That was the reason his flushed buttocks trembled even more.

"Han Tae-un, why, are you doing it, strangely. Hoot, ah."

The wet face turned back. However, Tae-un's face was no less impatient.

"Bear with it. It's the first time, ha, doing it standing on a hard surface... I'm adjusting. You keep, staggering."

Ha, really...

"Like you put me face down on the bed, heu, just, do it."

The words that it was more difficult because he was anxious were half muffled in sobs. How many appliances had he broken doing it from behind, and now he was worrying about that? At this rate, it seemed like not his body but his head would be messed up, so he wished Tae-un would just do as he wanted.

'And I guess I'm really hopeless now too...'

He didn't know why he felt strange again seeing Tae-un acting clumsily in a new place with a new position. All my firsts are you, and all your firsts are me too.

"Quickly..."

To persuade the stubbornly stiff man, Soram lifted his waist up. It wasn't intentional, but his buttocks trembled finely as an aftereffect of being teased.

Tae-un, letting out a deep breath, immediately accepted Soram's request.

"Hoa!"

The genitals entered so hard that his lower abdomen tingled. He was a stuffy Confucian scholar one moment, then a beast the next. He really didn't know moderation, Soram thought. This time, as if intending to break the sink Soram was leaning on, Tae-un hugged his waist and pounded into him as if to crush his insides.

"Ah, ah! Heut, eu!"

"Haah, ha..."

"Heup, mor, ah, inside, ah!"

His upper body collapsed and his chest was pressed against the stainless steel. The part he had been supporting with his hands was warm, but the rest was cold. When his nipples touched there, he was startled at first, but soon found himself unknowingly rubbing his chest against it.

"Jin Soram, ha, what, are you doing?"

"Eung, heu, ah, aah..."

"Why are you, so lewd, lost in it...!"

The sound of flesh colliding became more and more intense. The squelching sound at the point of connection also gained viscosity. The pants that had fallen to the floor were pushed away at some point, and his bare legs wearing only socks were pushed forward and pulled back again according to Tae-un's movements. Now, Soram was relying almost entirely on Tae-un's hands wrapped around his torso for his weight, and his hands or legs gripping the sink seemed to barely maintain his posture. That much more, he was swayed by Tae-un's movements.

The firmly swollen genitals, after pressing the inner walls, drew out Soram's second ejaculation.

"Heua! Ah...! Ahng! Heuk, heu!"

This time, it was an ejaculation without Tae-un's hand even touching his genitals. It wasn't like he had no experience of reaching a climax while being fucked from behind, but ejaculating while swaying standing up brought a new shame as the semen spurting from his genitals splattered the surroundings. It was like he had become a puppy that couldn't control his heat.

Fortunately, Tae-un, who was also nearing ejaculation, didn't seem to have seen the sight in detail. His breath completely clung to the nape of Soram's neck. Tae-un exhaled hot breaths and moved his genitals buried inside. Soram trembled violently at the continued stimulation after the climax, but eagerly awaited his deepening breaths.

"Ah..., euk, keu...!"

"Heut..."

Every time something hot spread in his stomach, his toes curled inward. The liquid that squeezed out between the hole and genitals flowed down his legs in a long trail. All the sensations concentrated in his lower body were too intense.

"Haah, ha..."

Tae-un, breathing heavily, sucked the flesh he had been pressing his lips against into his mouth. The kiss, clearly intending to leave a mark, moved to his neck and jawline, then lightly bit his cheek with his lips.

Soon, Tae-un exhaled deeply and withdrew from inside.

"..."

His gaze was on the swollen hole spitting out white semen. His lower body was drenched, and between his feet, the rug was dotted with round stains as if only that spot had been rained on.

Even thinking about it himself, he knew. That it was quite an erotic sight. Soram turned to look at him and pushed up the corners of his lips.

"Now whenever you cook here, you'll think about coming in my mouth and down there..."

The reignited spark could already be felt in the strength with which Tae-un pulled Soram.

"Heu, aheu..., mmm, ha, ah..."

And when he came to his senses, he was in the bedroom, straddling Tae-un lying on the bed and moving his body up and down. The few pieces of clothing that had remained were all gone, and both of them were naked. The foam gathered in the crevice of the rubbing hole and genitals, the semen constantly flowing proved the several more times they had sex in between.

After finishing ejaculating once in the kitchen, Tae-un had lifted Soram and strode into the bedroom. From there, they did it once more with Soram gripping the bed and standing like in the kitchen, once in the missionary position on the bed, once with only one of his legs draped over Tae-un's shoulder while lying down, and again... That's how they ended up in this position.

Now his insides seemed to have completely opened up and melted sloppily. Even with Tae-un's large genitals inside, there was no pain. The rubbed insides that felt like they would be crushed only felt pleasure even when poked.

"Stop, Tae, eun, there, it stings, heu."

In the quiet room, Soram's voice sounded particularly louder. Tae-un's mouth was closed around his nipple, so his moans hardly leaked out, which was a big reason.

Tae-un, who had seen Soram rubbing his chest against the stainless steel, never let go of his chest from between his fingers after coming to the bed, and now that they were in a face-to-face position, he wouldn't release it from his mouth. As a result, both breasts were so red and swollen that anyone could see them protruding. For the time being, he could forget about taking off his jacket anywhere.

"Stop, sucking, my chest. I said it hurts..."

Han Tae-un no longer stopped at this level of 'pain'. He had also begun to distinguish between real pain and the distress of being oversensitive. Above all, it was good that he didn't worry saying, "Are you okay? Should we stop?" but right now, Soram wished he would let go of his swollen nipples.

Finally, Tae-un released the chest from his mouth. However, he couldn't feel relieved because of the palm firmly pulling his waist. It meant Tae-un was making him lean against him.

"Aah!"

It meant he would roughly pound into him. Soram wrapped his arms around Tae-un's shoulders.

"Ah, ah! Ang, haah! Heet, ah!"

Soram's genitals rubbed between their stomachs. Now he might feel the stimulation of receiving like this more than having sex using his genitals. For the rest of his life, the only use of his penis in intercourse would be the oral sex Tae-un gave him.

As Soram hugged him tightly, Tae-un also embraced Soram more firmly. The two bodies shook while pressed together as if they would burst.