"Well, yes, it's a complete mess here," Jaekyung sneered, spreading his narrow hole with his fingers.

"Ahhh...

Jihon threw his head back, and his shoulders shook with unexpected pleasure.

Jaekyung, lowering his panties to his thighs, began to massage his crotch again. Now that he was touching his skin, the sensations became much sharper, and the nature of the pleasure immediately changed.

"Please..." groaned Jihong, as if begging him to stop this torture. They had done to him all day long so that now he felt a sharp pain from the slightest touch. The swollen inner walls could not tolerate such stimulation.

This guy didn't even insert anything, but the pressure was so strong!

"Oh, no, stop it... Please..." - Jihon begged, burying the back of his head in his chest. But contrary to what he said, his ass was reaching for Jaekyung's fingers. His insides contracted, and his hips spread by themselves. Jihong wasn't even excited, but he felt like he was going to.

"Hyung, do you know..." whispered Jaekyung, hugging his lover tightly as he lost control. "When I enter, everything becomes so soft..."

Despite the persistence, the movements became more gentle and teasing.

"Every time I feel you shrink and relax.

Unbeknownst to him, Jaekyung spoke even more slowly, stroking the delicate skin with his lubricated palm, "But right now, you've got everything solid here, even though I didn't even enter. I didn't know that this place can also harden when you're excited."

Because of this, Jihon could not hold back his scream. And his anus contracted reflexively, and the fluid accumulated inside flowed out.

As if unable to take it anymore, Jihong instinctively arched, pressing against Jaekyung's groin.

Seeing this as a silent invitation, Jaekyung unbuckled his belt with his other hand.

But Jihon, realizing where everything was going, hurriedly shook his head: "No, you can't... If you come in now... I'm going to."

"You can."

"No, don't... I don't want to... I don't want to anymore... aah...

Something hard touched his buttocks, causing Jihong to tremble all over. The inflamed hole longed to take the whole. And with each movement, more and more lubricant flowed out.

"Hyun, I think you're going to soon. Let me come in," Jaekyung whispered, running his head over his wet entrance.

"May I? I'll be gentle. I promise it won't hurt you. Can I, hyung?" Jaekyung, gently hugging his lover's waist, continued to caress his ears, biting lightly on his lobe while Jihon's shoulders shuddered in time with the exhaled sounds.

— Джихон-хён…

Once again, Jihon caught himself thinking that this guy was a real cunning. After all, it was a weekend, so even if he just took it by force, he couldn't do anything about it. However, Jaekyung still asked for permission, and in a voice that made it simply impossible to refuse him.

In the end, Jihong gave up, but with one condition: "Don't inside..."

"I won't," Jaekyung agreed, pressing even tighter against him.

Feeling how the penis languishing between his buttocks began to gradually stretch him, Jihong moaned. As soon as the thick head was inside, he involuntarily shrunk, demanding to continue. And Jaekyung, of course, could not ignore this "request" and thrust his penis almost all the way in. Under the onslaught of passion mixed with mild pain, Jihon let out a strangled scream, ejaculating.

"Don't... don't move..." he repeated, swallowing convulsively. "If you are now... I can't... I..."

"I know," Jaekyung replied and, without moving, hugged his waist so tightly that Jihong's breath caught in his throat.

"Ahhh...

Once in captivity, Jihon squirmed, wanting to get out as soon as possible. To which Jaekyung only methodically strengthened his grip, forcing his beloved's body to respond to pleasure. Jihong couldn't even scream, and instead just opened his mouth wide and breathed convulsively, feeling the throbbing inside him. His toenails dug into the carpet, and the arm he used to grip Jaekyong had veins protruding. And while he struggled with the orgasm that overwhelmed him, Jaekyung just waited, burying his face in his shoulder. He did not make a single push, but only lightly stroked his trembling belly. And only when Jihong calmed down a little, then, true to his word, Jaekyung, gradually began to move, doing everything as carefully and slowly as possible.

Obviously, all this is not aimed at getting his own pleasure, he apparently just wanted to show a little care and tenderness.

Usually, when he was overflowing with energy, Jaekyung almost pounded in, and it wasn't that Jihong was pushing him to do so. It's just that the closer the climax was, the harder it began to hammer in. This time, however, he limited himself to a few deep thrusts. And then, bringing his penis closer to his buttocks, he began to masturbate.

Which greatly surprised Jihon, since he expected that the insatiable guy would continue at the same pace, and then, when he reached the peak of passion, he would pounce on him and fuck him mercilessly. But what was happening now was something out of the ordinary. In fact, Jihon was even a little touched. He wanted to help Jaekyung, but he had no strength left. Besides, if Jaekyung gets too excited, then trouble is inevitable. So Jihong pretended not to notice anything and rolled over on his side, regaining his breath.

Soon Jaekyung finished. Moreover, he did not hesitate to smear Jihon's ass with his sperm, although he could have done it in his hand. And then, under the pretext that he needed to clean up after himself, he asked Jihon to spread his legs and raise his butt.

"I'll wipe it," Jihon muttered.

"I'm on my own," Jaekyung said stubbornly and slipped his hand between his legs.

Jihon knew exactly what he was trying to achieve, but he said nothing. Let him do what he wants.

It seemed that this stubborn man was sincerely glad that he was trusted, which is why he did everything with special care. In the end, he even helped Jihon get dressed.

And, sitting next to him and hugging Jihon, he asked, "Hyung, don't you feel comfortable lying on the floor? Maybe we should go to the bed? I'll carry you."

However, Jihon immediately realized that they wanted to drag him into bed. And, remembering the unfortunate bed, he immediately shook up: "No, it's time to get up."

Quickly getting up, Jihong straightened his disheveled hair and looked at the clock that hung on the wall in the living room. It was already more than eight.

" What are you from?

"Not really," Jaekyung replied indifferently.

"Get dressed, let's go have dinner."

"Not at home?"

"I never eat at home, so roll a ball in the refrigerator. It's my treat.

—I'll pay for it myself, hyung.

"Come on, I won't become poor. And then I will use your strong body," Jihon sneered.

"So you're already..." blinked Jaekyun in disbelief.

"What?"

"Oh, well, I can do more..." - Jaekyung's voice sounded hopeful.

And then Jihon realized how ambiguous his words sounded: "Hey, I don't mean that!"

"And what about then?" muttered Jaekyung, offended.

Jihong could barely restrain himself from hitting him on the head and pointed his finger towards the bedroom: "Lower the mattress to the first floor."