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Chapter 39: Come Inside
by GideonI love you, Sunbae.
I want you to think about me all day, just like I do. I want you to be so anxious you feel like you’re dying when I’m not around.
I want you to stay by my side and never leave. I want you to imagine a future with me, just the two of us.
I never want to be apart from you again. I want to be your only one, your last man, forever. Please, tell me you feel the same way.
The desire to keep him trapped within his own possessive grasp intensified.
“I can’t… breathe…”
Jubin turned his head slightly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pressure.
“I can’t… breathe…”
He gasped for air, his breath ragged.
“Sunbae.”
When Zion called his name in a low voice, Jubin replied with a short, “Yeah.”
“When you need my pheromones… I wasn’t kidding when I told you to come find me.”
Zion’s fingertips traced the hidden curve of Jubin’s perineum.
Jubin flinched at the unfamiliar touch, his hand curling into a fist.
“Shhh,” Zion breathed softly against his ear, trying to ease the tension.
He continued to rub the area with his fingertips, then used his index finger to gently part the tight folds.
“Look at me now.”
“Mmm…”
Jubin swallowed a short groan, trying to hold back the unfamiliar sensation.
As Zion’s finger sank in, the ridged inner walls clung to it. Zion knew instantly.
This place has never been touched by anyone else. This is a secret, hidden part of him.
“Your finger… ahh.”
Jubin let out a soft moan, a satisfied smile touching his lips.
Zion deliberately pressed the tip of his index finger against the bumpy inner walls, stroking them firmly. Jubin flinched, his legs curling inward.
“…Ngh,”
“Does it feel good?”
“…Yeah, it does.”
Zion gripped Jubin’s shoulder and thrust his finger deep inside. Jubin’s hips bucked in satisfaction.
“…H-harder. Put another one in,” Jubin pleaded, his voice trembling with desire.
Though Zion only added a single finger, Jubin’s head lolled to the side, a sharp gasp escaping his lips.
“A little lower…”
As Zion pushed his fingers deeper, they felt like a single unit, until he encountered something hard and firm.
“Hah…!”
The texture here was different from the rest of the inner wall. Jubin’s voice broke, turning breathy and desperate.
“What’s this?”
“Hah, w-wait. Wait, Zion—”
Zion pressed down repeatedly on the spot, and Jubin came undone.
“Hah, no… not there…!”
The way Jubin desperately twisted his hand to break free from Zion’s grip confirmed it: he’d found the spot. Zion pressed in more relentlessly, stimulating the sensitive area.
“Haa… wait… hah…!”
Jubin had been spreading his legs, practically begging for this, yet now he kept trying to pull away, as if the pleasure were too much to bear.
“Not… hah, ah… not there…”
Not there, my ass, Zion thought, ignoring the protest and pressing down hard. Jubin flinched, biting his lower lip.
When Zion pressed down once more, Jubin couldn’t hold it back any longer, a moan escaping with his breath.
“Hah…!”
His inner walls clamped tight around Zion’s fingers.
The slick Jubin had produced pooled in Zion’s palm, eventually trickling down his wrist.
“Sunbae, you’re finally hard, aren’t you?”
Jubin’s half-erect cock now stood fully hard, trembling.
“Sunbae, do you know you’re sucking my finger and making lewd noises to egg me on right now?”
“Ha… Such crude words…”
Zion’s heart hammered against his ribs. Did I go too far? he wondered, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over him. Jubin usually hated such blatant language and a lack of gentleness.
“Because you’re the one saying it…”
Zion swallowed hard, waiting for the rest of the sentence. If Jubin was offended and told him to stop, there would be no turning back.
“…I like it.”
The words came out in a breathless, shy murmur, completely defying Zion’s expectations. His pupils dilated in shock.
“Ha…”
The tension he’d been holding, the fear of rejection, suddenly dissolved into a rush of relief and desire, sending his heart racing.
Zion continued to rub the still-tense spot, refusing to stop until it finally softened.
“Hah… a little gentler, please…”
Jubin threw his head back, his voice a desperate plea.
“Does it hurt?” Zion asked, his tone laced with concern.
Jubin managed a smile through the pain. “If you’re a little gentler, I think it’ll feel even better.”
So this is it. Now Zion understood why everyone who had been with him had become so obsessed, begging him to stay.
The words and actions Jubin unleashed during sex were a complete reversal of his usual self—things Zion could never have imagined. It was enough to drive anyone wild.
“Do you like it so much that you’re dripping like this?”
“Yeah, I love it.” Jubin’s head was still thrown back, his voice thick with pleasure. “Because it’s you, Zion.”
How simple he is. The confession—that he loved it simply because it was him—made Zion’s heart melt.
“I love it because it’s you, too, Sunbae,” Zion confessed, his voice genuinely touched as his fingers moved even more diligently.
“Hnngh…”
As Zion stirred him deeply inside, the hard spot his fingertips brushed against began to soften. His arousal was leaking out at an alarming rate.
The scent of misty dawn air—now much more intense—wafted from the slickness Jubin was dripping. It was so fragrant Zion felt the urge to inhale it all.
He wanted to dive in and lick him clean right then and there, but he decided to take his time, meticulously prepping Jubin’s inner walls until they melted and gave way, saving the penetration for the very end.
I can’t let him get hurt.
Jubin’s eyes were rimmed with red, his skin flushed a deep crimson from the sheer excitement.
“Haah… You’re seriously so slutty,” Zion breathed.
“Just from this?” Jubin replied, a teasing smile on his lips.
How can he be so composed while dripping like that? Zion let out a frustrated sigh.
“You’re so mean, sunbae.”
Zion began to rotate his fingers, gently stretching the intimate space open.
“Mm, why?” Jubin asked, his voice thick and low.
“Because you’re being too honest.”
“Should I be moderately honest, then?”
“Keep being honest. Don’t hide a single thing from me.”
At Zion’s request, Jubin’s lower lip, which he’d been biting hard, finally parted. A deep, stifled groan vibrated in his throat.
“Let me hear more of your moans.”
“Then make me feel even better.”
Every word, every gesture Jubin made sent Zion’s heart racing, pulling and tugging at his emotions.
“Ah, haa…”
Zion wondered how that sound would change if his own lips were to stifle it. He captured Jubin’s plump, swollen lips once more.
The moment he saw Jubin’s face—eyes squeezed shut in intense concentration—Zion’s own cock hardened even further.
He bit Jubin’s lip, almost as if to devour it, while his fingers worked tirelessly inside him.
Zion found Jubin, melting so completely into his touch and kisses, utterly adorable.
“Ngh…”
Jubin, lost in the foreplay, leaked slick pre-cum from his cock. The clear, viscous fluid trailed down his shaft, naturally pooling at his perineum. Even the way it flowed was obscene.
It served as an ample lubricant. The area was now glistening and slippery, a clear sign that fingers alone were no longer enough.
Zion felt a surge of satisfaction that his hands and kisses alone had gotten Jubin this aroused. It was the moment his fantasies became reality.
He lowered his head, his own cock throbbing hard as he used his fingers to gauge the depth of Jubin’s perineum.
There was only enough room for about three fingers to move freely; it seemed too tight to accommodate his cock. Maybe I need to loosen him up a bit more before I can get inside.
He needed to check with his lips and tongue just how soft the place that had swallowed his fingers had become.
Zion began to tease the opening, sliding his fingers in and out, before speaking.
“Sunbae,”
Zion swallowed a soft moan as he answered, “Yeah?”
“Can I… suck here with my mouth…?”
“No, just…”
He was shut down immediately.
“Just put it in.”
Zion wanted nothing more than to ram himself inside right then and there, to unleash his rougher side. He likes the cock, but doesn’t enjoy this part? He’d respect Jubin’s preference if it was a matter of taste, but Jubin’s expression looked as desperate and anxious as a cat needing to pee.
“Isn’t it still too difficult?” Jubin asked, adding another finger and stirring his entrance quite widely.
“Hnn… No, if you keep adding… it’ll…”
As he let out a soft, breathless gasp and twisted his head, his inner walls tightened and clenched tightly.
“It’ll all fit…”
“I don’t want you to get hurt, Senior.”
When Jubin hooked his fingers downward, scraping against the curved section, a generous amount of slick fluid poured out from the inner walls.
“Zion, it’s enough…”
He spread his legs obscenely.
“Come inside already.”
Hmm?
How could I refuse such a pleading voice? He was begging me, and while I wanted to give in, I was still worried.
As he withdrew his fingers, the tight, elastic folds of flesh slowly smoothed out and closed. It was a dangerously alluring sight, one that held Zion’s gaze captive.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“My wrist hurts more from you holding it.”
“Ah, sorry.”
Jubin had been keeping Zion’s wrist pinned to the headboard with one hand throughout the act. Hearing his complaint, he finally let go, and Zion slowly lowered his arm.
“It’s a little numb.”
Jubin smiled with satisfaction as he naturally helped Zion out of his shirt. It was a smile that could bewitch anyone.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
Jubin tossed the discarded shirt carelessly to the floor and wrapped an arm around Zion’s neck.
“Because I like you.”
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