Chapter 32: Chapter 32

~Si woo~

Watching Ye-jun chug that cum-mixed milk like it was the best damn thing he’d ever tasted, his throat working hard, some of it dribbling down his chin and onto his shirt, eyes half-closed in this weird mix of shame and satisfaction, I just lost it, laughing so hard my sides hurt, bending over with my hands on my knees, cock still out and twitching from the aftershocks, “Oh my god, Ye-jun, you greedy little slut, did you really just drink my load like it’s your morning protein shake? That’s gotta be the funniest shit I’ve seen all night!”

But even as I cracked up, wiping tears from my eyes, the sight turned me on so bad, his lips all shiny, tongue darting out to catch the last drops, it made my dick harden right back up, and I wanted nothing more than to pin him down, fuck him senseless, eat him out until he was a sobbing mess, that deep ache hitting me like a truck. He set the glass down hard, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at me through those teary eyes, face flushed redder than ever, “Shut the fuck up, Si-woo, this is all your fault, you made me like this!” His voice cracked, angry and sad all tangled up, and he lunged at me, shoving my chest, but it was weak, his body still buzzing from the drugs, horny as hell.

I grabbed his wrists mid-shove, pulling him close, our bodies slamming together, my hard cock pressing against his thigh, and he gasped, trying to twist away but grinding back instead, “Let go, you asshole, I’m not doing this!” “Oh yeah?

Then why’d you just suck me off like a pro and drink my cum? Admit it, you loved it,” I teased, nipping at his ear, and he whimpered, head falling back, “I hate you, I fucking hate you for making me want this.”

Tears spilled over again, his shoulders shaking, and it twisted something in my gut, that sadness in him so raw it almost made me stop, hah! Stop and fuck him raw cuz I loved seeing bum wrecked, the horniness won out, mine and his, and I pushed him toward the bed, “Come on, crybaby, let’s see how much you hate it when I’m inside you.”

He fell back onto the mattress, scrambling up, “No, wait, we need lube or something, this isn’t… ” But I was already rummaging in the nightstand drawer, frantic, too horny to think straight, fingers digging through old junk, condoms from forever ago, but no lube, shit, nothing slippery at all, and I slammed it shut, “Fuck it, who needs lube when you’re this desperate?”

Ye-jun’s eyes went wide, propping himself up on his elbows, shaking his head fast, “Si-woo, no, seriously, it’ll hurt, don’t… ” But I flipped him over quick, onto his stomach, pinning his hips down with my weight, my cock sliding between his ass cheeks, hot and ready, and he bucked under me, trying to fight, hands clawing at the sheets, “Get off! I’m not ready, you bastard!” His voice muffled into the pillow, angry yells turning to frustrated grunts as he twisted, legs kicking weakly, but the drugs had him too weak, too needy, his body arching back despite the protests. “Relax, you big baby, I’ll make it good,” I muttered, spreading his cheeks with my hands, and he froze for a second.

“What are you…. oh Nooo fuck!” when my tongue dove in, licking flat over his hole, wet and insistent, sucking at the rim, tasting him, making it all slick with spit. He went rigid at first, then melted, a long moan escaping, body relaxing under me, “Si-woo… shit, that feels…” He trailed off, pushing back against my face, horny winning over the fight, and I chuckled against him, the vibration making him shiver, “See? I Told you I’d make it good, now shut up and take it.”

I kept at it, tongue thrusting in deeper, swirling around, sucking hard enough to make wet noises fill the room, and he got wetter, his own precum leaking onto the sheets, ass clenching around my tongue, “More, please, don’t stop,” he begged, voice breaking, he kept moaning like he hated how much he needed this.

“Pathetic, begging already? Thought you hated me,” I pulled back to say, slapping his ass lightly, and he yelped, “I do hate you, fucker, but… god, keep going!”

So I did, eating him out like I was starving, tongue fucking him open, hands gripping his thighs to keep him spread, feeling him drip, loving how responsive he was, his body trembling, sobs turning to whimpers of pleasure. “You’re so wet for me, Ye-jun, like a little bitch in heat,” I teased between licks, and he punched the mattress, “Shut up! Just… ah!” when I sucked harder, nipping at the sensitive skin, making him leak more.

Finally, when he was slick enough from my spit and his own wetness, I pulled back, wiping my mouth, cock throbbing painfully, and lined up, pushing the tip in slow, “Here we go, take it.” He tensed up again, trying one last fight, head turning to glare over his shoulder, “Wait, no, too big, it’ll…. Fuck! You’ll tear me up dick! ” as I slid in inch by inch, gradually, feeling him stretch around me, tight and hot. “Breathe, you idiot,” I grunted, hands on his hips, thrusting shallow at first, building up, and he gasped, fingers digging into the pillow, “It hurts, Si-woo, slow down! Urghhh slow down, slow the fuck down…. UrUrghhh ur ghhhh.” those sounds were making me crazy so fucking crazy. I can not even explain.

And his body pushed back, betraying him, and I laughed breathlessly, “Hurts? Then why are you fucking yourself on me?” He sobbed, “Because I can’t help it, you drugged me, asshole!” Anger flaring, but then he relaxed more, moaning as I bottomed out, starting a rhythm, fucking him steady, deep thrusts that had him rocking forward.

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