DASH

Chapter 119

Hot gushed inside, burning Jihon with its warmth. He squirmed and moaned, enjoying the long-awaited sensation. His body, finally getting what he wanted, shuddered happily.

"Ah... Mmm...

Jihong tried to breathe deeply, helplessly pushing the carpet with his feet, until Jaekyung hugged him, holding him close. The alpha gently, kissing, stroked his lover's back.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes," Jihong whispered, limping in Jaekyung's arms.

Jaekyung hugged him even tighter and gently stroked his stomach.

"I in you, you know?"

"I know," Jihong replied in a still weak voice. Raising his head, he found Jaekyung's lips and, kissing him gently, asked, "So I'm going to get pregnant now?..

— Maybe.

"That's right," Jihong muttered incoherently, gently touching Jaekyung's cheek with his fingers. "Then we'll have a child... I'd like a daughter like you...

He no longer understood whether he was talking about a hormonal surge or a true desire. His mind was blurred, and his thoughts were confused. He saw only his beautiful, beloved alpha.

"So she will be very beautiful... Really?

"I don't want to," Jaekyung said, quickly catching his hand. "I want a child like you."

A gentle kiss on the palm made Jihon laugh. Suddenly, something changed in Jaekyung's mood. He slipped out of it, turned Jihon onto his stomach, and, with a new wave of desire, entered from behind. The unexpected posture surprised Jihon even more than the sudden penetration. They've never had sex like this. Jaekyung loved to look at Jihong's face in the process. For example, when they were lying on their sides, he demanded that Jihon turn his head to him.

And now - such a frank pose from behind. Before he knew it, Jihon tensed and arched his back.

"Ahhh...!"

But either Jihong had not yet recovered from the previous orgasm, or the penetration was too sharp, but he could not hold on to his hands and collapsed on his chest on the carpet. He never managed to get up. Just one change of position, and the sensations were completely different. The angle, the points of contact, even the force and speed – everything was different.

"Ah, mmm... wait, Jaekyung-ah! Too much...!

His body's unaccustomed responses were disconcerting, exacerbated by the relentless thrusts that made it seem like Jaekyung wanted to tear him apart.

"Ahhh...!"

Finally, Jaekyung reached the most sensitive point, and Jihong fell on the carpet screaming.

"It's still early," Jaekyung ordered, grabbing him by the waist and continuing to hammer in even faster. Jihon squirmed, panting.

He was also frightened by the fact that he did not see Jaekyung. He did not understand what was happening, and this only increased his anxiety.

"Ahhh... mmm...

But fear, strange as it may seem, aroused even greater desire. Jihong clung to Jaekyung even harder. Without realizing it, he was clenching his muscles and moving his hips even more desperately than usual.

"Hyung, it seems like you really like it. You're shrinking so much.

As if excited by an involuntary summoning, Jaekyung began to pound in even more furiously. He held Jihon tightly by the waist, not letting him escape as he helplessly accepted him. And only now did Jihong realize that Jaekyong's rut had begun.

Paradoxically, it was only at this moment that Jihong realized how tenderly Jaekyung had treated him before. He had always mistakenly thought of Jaekyung as rude and indifferent to other people's feelings. In fact, the guy restrained himself, showing concern. If he had really given in to his desires, Jihong would probably have died by now. Even now, with every strong thrust, it felt like his bones were about to break. Jaekyung's hands gripped his hips tightly, leaving no chance of escape.

"Jaekyung-ah, please, please slow down," Jihong begged, sobbing. But even now, he didn't ask to stop. He liked the way the guy rudely and ruthlessly took possession of him. It meant that Jaekyung had also lost his head.@@@@

Pre-ejaculate flowed from Jihon's stiff penis, leaving new marks on the already stained carpet. Jaekyung's scrotum hit his crotch with a wet slap. The inflamed skin rubbed against the coarse pubic hair, causing itching and causing Jihon to squirm involuntarily. Each touch turned into a sharp, painful pleasure.

"Ah... Mmm... ah...

Jihon was lying with his face buried in the carpet, his buttocks held high, and sobbing. He felt good, very good, but this "good" became almost unbearable. The tremors reverberated in my head, as if splitting it in half. He thought that he might die from such pleasure. And this thought made him want a child even more. To leave behind offspring. Obeying the primal, powerful instinct of procreation, Jihon said confusedly: "If you, then in me...

"Okay, I'll in you," Jaekyung replied immediately. His deep voice, in contrast to his rough actions, was surprisingly gentle. This gentleness, which promised to fulfill any wish, caused a new wave of delight in the brain that no longer comprehended anything. Jihong, breathing heavily, whispered, "Jaekyung-ah, here..." Come to me...

And Jaekyung bent down obediently. Jihon, feeling the warmth of his body behind him, calmed down. He turned his head with difficulty and found his lips with his lips. Realizing what Jihong wanted, Jaekyung kissed him gently.

And he finished.

Jihong groaned as he kissed Jaekyung. Abundant semen filled him, which made his stomach seem to fill with heaviness. This feeling was also new and acute.

The long kiss ended, and Jaekyung began to move again. Incredibly, despite the fact that he had just finished, his remained hard. It seemed to Jihon that he was about to lose consciousness. In fact, Jihong passed out for a moment, but Jaekyong's voice brought him back to reality.

"See? See how it sticks out when I walk in? Jaekyung repeated with a smile in his voice. Jihong blinked uncomprehendingly, and then Jaekyung took his hand and placed it on his stomach. At the same moment, a sharp thrust made Jihon open his mouth and groan. At the same time, he felt something pulsing under his palm.

In unbearable pain, as if some sharp object was being wielded inside him, Jihong finally burst into tears.

"Hyung, everything is fine. If you don't move, it won't hurt," Jaekyung said, hugging Jihon, who was frozen in tension. He gently wiped the tears from his cheeks and said soothingly, "I'm going to lie still."

"Relax," Jaekyung said, loosening his grip on Jihon's waist. "Just relax and lie still." It will be easier this way.

Only now did Jihong realize that Jaekyung had laid him on his side to reduce his discomfort. If he had been lying on his stomach or they had been in the "rider" position, the consequences would have been much more serious.

"I won't hurt you, hyung," Jaekyung said, stroking Jihon gently. His hand seemed to be trembling slightly. "If I go out now, it will hurt you even more. You need to wait a little until everything is over. Be patient a little.

Jihon didn't think so. Jaekyung was really trembling. It was obvious that he felt guilty for hurting him.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, hyung.

"I'm sorry," Jaekyung finally said, burying his face in Jihon's shoulder. There was real suffering in his voice. Perhaps he even cried. He cried because he had hurt him.

The thought made Jihon's heart sink. And it was unbearable. Compared to this mental anguish, physical pain seemed to be nothing.

"It's okay, Jaekyung-ah... hyung is fine," Jihong muttered.

"I was just scared... It doesn't really hurt that much," he added hoarsely, taking Jaekyung's hand, which he was wrapping around his waist. He stroked the back of his hand and then slowly turned his head and looked at Jaekyung.

"Jaekyona, look at me.

Jaekyung raised his head. There were no traces of tears, but his eyes were red. Jihon's heart was filled with tenderness mixed with relief. He gripped Jaekyung's hand tighter and said,

"Hyun is fine. Don't cry.

"I'm not crying," the stubborn man said quietly.

"Really?" Didn't you cry?

"Well done," Jihong smiled and pressed his cheek to Jaekyung's. Jaekyung looked at him and kissed him gently.

The kiss distracted me a little from the pain. It was necessary to switch attention in any way, not to think about what was happening below. Jihong took Jaekyung's hand and placed it on his chest.

Fortunately, Jaekyung also knew that there was no need for unnecessary stimulation, so he just stroked the skin with his open palm, without touching other places. But Jihon's body was so excited that even these caresses seemed unbearable. From a few touches, his already stiff nipples hardened even more. As Jaekyung squeezed them with his fingers and rubbed them, Jihong involuntarily groaned and arched his back.

"Ah...

Suddenly, his lower abdomen cramped and his crotch pricked - harbingers of orgasm. Jihon was confused. He had already so many times that it seemed that there was nothing else left. His penis, exhausted by long sex, had not reacted to any stimuli for a long time. Still, he felt a tension in his groin. The muscles began to contract, and the hips trembled. Finally realizing what was happening, Jihong rubbed the back of his head against Jaekyong's shoulder and begged:

"Stop it... stop it, Jaekyung-ah...

"Stop?"

"Yes, it's... Do not... I don't like it...

Despite his words, wet moans escaped from his mouth. Jaekyung hugged the wriggling Jihon and stroked his lover's chest even more gently.

"Does it hurt?" Don't you like it?

"I don't like it," Jihon gasped. "I'm going to now..."

From his sobbing whisper, Jaekyung seemed to understand what was happening.

"It's all right. You can.

"No, it's... It's not that...

"I know. We've done this before," Jaekyung said, dropping his hand between Jihon's legs. — I once said that it is very exciting.

He did not touch Jihon's, but only gently stroked his crotch.

"I want to see you so again. Show me.

At these words, Jihon's pelvis seemed to burst into flames, the muscles below sharply contracted. Her crotch throbbed where Jaekyung's hand touched it, and a clear liquid poured out of his.

"Ah... now...

Jihong trembled, gripping Jaekyung's hand tightly. Shame, forbidden pleasure turning into ecstasy, made him weep. Every time he sobbed, the inside him scratched like a knife, and Jihong cried, moaned, and began to arch again.

"Hyung, don't move. Everything is fine, do not be afraid, relax.

Jaekyung, hugging Jihon tightly, continued to comfort him. But everything was unsuccessful. Jihon could not come to his senses, so strong was the mixture of terrible pain and sharp pleasure. The all-consuming passion has reached its limit. Black spots flashed before his eyes until the world was finally plunged into darkness.