Forcing my cock into the narrow, burning space made the pressure intense. Wanting it all the way in, I shoved harder, cramming it in by force—his hips curled, and something caught deep inside with a dull thunk.

I lifted the hand that had been pressing his abdomen and dragged Joo Seowon’s body closer. Bearing down with my weight and forcing deeper inside, the body pinned beneath me writhed in resistance.

“Hhk, ngh….”

“Haah, fuck….”

Maybe because the T-shirt had been shoved in his mouth, the sounds came out strangled. I paused the forced thrusting for a moment, pulled the shirt from his mouth, and tipped his chin up slightly so he could breathe.

Apparently he really had been short on air—Joo Seowon gulped breaths in raggedly, eyes unfocused, whimpering.

Either way, struggling to take my cock was Joo Seowon’s problem. On my side too, things weren’t exactly easy. Maybe because it’d been a while since I’d had sex, his body was completely stiff.