"I'm sorry...

Timidly apologizing, Jaekyung smoothly took out his. Gently holding Jihon's back, he laid him neatly on the bed.

"Will this pose suit you?" he asked, settling between his legs.

"Yes, it's convenient," Jihon replied, stealing a glance down.

He hoped that the unexpected situation would cool his ardor, but this did not happen. On the contrary, it seemed that Jaekyung's penis had become even bigger.

"I'll start," Jaekyung warned, entering it again in the same position as the first time. He kept moving, but now he did it more carefully, as if Jihon's words had affected him. This made Jihon's body feel more comfortable, but his soul could not find peace.

"Jaekyung, you can do it as usual," Jihong whispered softly, caressing his cheek with hers.

"And if I get to that place again?"

"Then I'll tell you." If I am silent, then everything is fine. Just do what you want.

Jihon spread his legs even wider to allow him to penetrate deeper. Which seemed to excite Jaekyung, and he immediately increased his speed. But it was still not enough. He was still holding back, afraid to cross the established boundary. Of course, the depth was considerable. Given the size of his penis, this could be the limit for other people. But this was not enough for Jihon. His body, accustomed to the pleasure of extreme sex, craved more. Insatiability demanded savagery, and the inner walls, as if not wanting to let go, tightened more and more. The thirst grew with each thrust, the unbearability of which prompted Jihon to move his hips more actively. In desperation, in fatal impatience, he hugged Jaekyung and demanded, "Jaekyung... more, go even deeper."

"Deeper?" asked Jaekyung with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yes, deeper, a little more..." - Jihon squeezed out the request with difficulty, fidgeting chaotically.

"But...

"It's okay, just do it, please."

Jihon, not controlling himself, spread his legs even wider. His hips were trembling with exertion, and Jaekyung, unable to stand it, pulled out his almost completely and growled in a warning voice, "If anything goes wrong, report it right away."

To which Jihong only nodded incoherently: "Y-yes, I promise."

After receiving confirmation, Jaekyung abruptly penetrated it, in fact, to the ground. And the pleasure, like an electric current, ran through Jihon's entire body.

"Ahhh, yes..." he groaned involuntarily.

The sounds turned green for Jaekyung, and he began to pound into him with greater intensity. The sounds of blows mingled with wet claps and moans. The wet pubic hairs rubbed against Jihon's skin, causing a slight tingling sensation that only multiplied the excitement.

"yes, Jaehyun-ah, also..."

Despite the fact that his body took everything to the limit, Jihon automatically continued to command, drowning in wild ecstasy. Jaekyung, letting go of his back, dug his fingers into his thighs, moving even more powerfully, causing such a thrill that Jihong almost fainted from ecstasy. Sometimes they both crossed the dangerous line, but it was difficult for them to determine when to stop. Everything merged together: all-consuming euphoria, pain, excitement and heat.

"You can't take it anymore, it hurts you, hyung," Jaekyung said.

Jihong couldn't even scream from the breathtaking ecstasy that mercilessly unsettled him. He didn't even notice how he had reached the climax. It was as if he had discovered something new, as if Jaekyung had found a secret place hidden in the very depths of his body, in the most secret and dark corner where no one had ever reached before. Jaekyung did not spare him, bursting in again and again.

"Ah...

Even Jihon's chin was trembling as his insides contracted convulsively around Jaekyung's. He clutched his own stomach, unable to control his feelings.

"Oh, what am I going to do?" thought Jihon.

In general, he is used to being in a receiving position. And when he reached orgasm, he was shaking, unable to control himself, but Jaekyung, perhaps assuming that Jihong was cold, suddenly hugged him. And then he began to drive furiously, which made Jihon fall on Jihon again.

"Wait—wait. I'm still..." Jihon, frightened, tried to push him away.

But Jaekyung either didn't hear or couldn't stop. Whenever the hard penis touched the painfully swollen mucous membrane, Jihon's entire body went numb. He almost screamed, clinging to his partner's shoulders.

But now, as soon as something touched the wet and almost melted hole, he had an orgasm, tirelessly hugging Jaekyung and almost whimpering. With his other hand, Jihong clutched the sheet as his thighs, wet with bodily fluids, trembled feverishly.

Jihon was panting, but could not resist the continuous and rough thrusts. After all, Jaekyung was just conscientiously fulfilling his request, but it was too much for him.

Jihon didn't want to stop, and he couldn't enjoy it anymore, so he gritted his teeth and accepted it, but he already felt as if he was dying. He silently begged and begged Jaekyung to, but there was no sign of completion. Jihong, who had been convulsing for some time, finally threw away his shame and pride: "Jaekyung-ah, I... Really sorry, but... I want you to faster..."

"Why?" the guy looked at him as if he didn't appreciate his efforts.

Jihong understood what this meant, he was so embarrassed that he could hardly find the words: "No, I'm just so tired right now. It was too much... Why are you so good at this?"

When Jihong pretended to blame him for everything, Jaekyung coolly replied, "Why do you blame me?" Obviously, he had been following Jihon closely ever since the latter asked him about his sexual experiences.

"Good. I'll finish it quickly.

And after that, Jaekyung immediately began to move actively. Because of the care and tenderness that Jaekyung bestowed upon him, Jihong again let him inside.

"Haha...

It was still strange to feel someone's inside me. Jihong sighed softly, shuddering at a feeling he couldn't get used to even the second time. Jaekyung kissed him on the lips and lowered his hips even lower. Perhaps because of the atmosphere, his ejaculation lasted longer than the first time. And there was so much sperm that Jihon's stomach was filled with it.

Even after reaching the climax, Jaekyung did not pull out his immediately, but instead hugged Jihon, showering him with tactile caresses. He buried his face in Jihon's shoulder, rubbed and bit him, and then slid to his neck, sucking it gently.

Jihong wondered why this guy was acting like this after everything that had happened, but in any case, he was grateful that Jaekyung had met his needs from start to finish. Jihong stroked the back of his partner's head with special reciprocity and returned kisses, thinking that Jaekyung would pull out his penis when he had enough of the sweet and quivering moment. However, no matter how long he waited, Jaekyung remained in place.

In the end, Jihong seized the initiative: "Jaekyung-ah."

Instead of answering, the guy raised his head and looked at Jihon.

"Why are you still in me?"

"But last time you said I was too cold.

"Ahhh," Jihon muttered quietly. "True, but... I just want you to take your dick out. That's enough."

Jaekyung looked at him, not understanding what he was getting at. Seeing the guy lift his body as if with regret, Jihong knew perfectly well that Jaekyung was biting or sucking his neck for a reason. But now this is not what he should think about, and now he needs to take care of his condition. Casting aside his intrusive thoughts, Jihon stood up, looking at himself from all sides. All his skin was soaked in sweat. It seemed to him that this was the first time he had sweated so much during sex.

"Give me some tissues."

Jaekyung obediently took the napkins out of the box and handed them to him. Jihon roughly wiped himself, removing the remnants of semen and lubricant, a little worried about a possible pregnancy. Although there was nothing to worry about, because it has a chip. But still, he decided to buy birth control pills just in case.

And so, already getting ready, he got off the bed, when suddenly he was grabbed by Jaekyung by the wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"In the shower."

"What, why?" Do you usually shower halfway through, hyung?

«… In the middle?", Jihon, lowering his gaze, muttered: "It can't be."

Of course, his penis was already standing up, proudly showing all its untapped potential.

"Um, are you really crazy?" almost cursed.

However, Jaekyung managed to interrupt him in time: "We only did it twice. At my age, you probably didn't limit yourself to two rounds either, right?"

"What? You're wrong. Sometimes I didn't finish the first one... Not to mention two." Jihon would have objected, but his conscience would not allow him. Not only conscience, but also pride.

"Yes..." – in the end, Jihon decided to stop this fight. He had no other choice: "Understood... But can you bring my phone from the living room? I need to get in touch with someone for a while."

Jaekyung silently left the room and immediately brought him a cell phone.

"Who do you need to contact?"

"Somebody."

Jihong had previously informed CEO Kang that he would call back in an hour. Now he felt that the conversation would have to be postponed after all. If he had known that this would happen, he would have immediately postponed the call to a later time... Clicking his tongue, Jihong turned on the phone and sat down on the bed, while Jaekyung blurted out with some generosity, "Hyun, if you're tired, then rest. And I'm going to go get condoms."

«... Or should I have said that I would contact him in three hours?"

No, this was not the only problem now.

"Erm, how many times are you going to do this?"

When Jihong asked warily, Jaekyung replied nonchalantly, causing more apprehension: "Even if you add another one, it will only be three."

"No, stop!" It's not about the quantity...

"Don't worry, hyung. I will do exactly as much as necessary," Jaekyung said confidently.

Jihong knew this guy very well. For Kwon Jae-kyung, "just as much as you need," which translates to the average person: "almost to death."

"When he said he would make me regret... So that's what it was about?" thought Jihon's mind swirled chaotically. He needed to come up with something. Otherwise, he would actually die before Jaekyung appeared at the upcoming Olympics. It wouldn't even be considered an occupational injury. Meanwhile, the mobile continued to give notifications about missed calls one after another. With trembling hands, Jihong first sent a message to the CEO:

[Sir, I'm sorry. I still can't call back. I'll probably get back to you in two hours. I will try to answer as soon as possible. Beg your pardon.]

And after a little thought, he wrote another one:

[But it may take longer depending on the circumstances.]