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Chapter 117: You Lie Down
by GideonIs it just me, or is it a bit much today…
I wanted to chase the dizzying pleasure surging through me, but contrary to my wishes, my inner walls stung, and I couldn’t help but frown.
Usually, he would lean down and hug me tight, but today, for some reason, he remained upright, just pressing firmly against my lower abdomen.
He pushed his hips forward, driving in a little faster.
“Hah…!”
The pressure that washed over me was heavy and intense. Desperate not to lose this sensation, I gripped his arms, my nails digging in.
I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped for breath. Soon, something blunt and thick reached my most secret depths.
“Hah… hah, hah…”
I forced out ragged breaths, my entire body tensed as I endured the pain.
The sensation of being impaled from below, as if he’d been pierced right through, was still something Jubin couldn’t get used to.
Today, it’s more than just uncomfortable. It actually hurts. I guess this really is harder than usual. I don’t want to ruin the mood, but…
The girth was still overwhelming, a burden he could barely handle, but he knew better than anyone that the pain would soon give way to pleasure.
I’ll be a mindless mess, shaking with this feeling of being completely filled soon enough. For now, I just have to endure.
“That’s strange,” the man murmured, slowing his movements as if he’d realized something.
Jubin looked up at him, his eyes glazed over. “…What is?”
The man pressed his palm flat against Jubin’s lower abdomen, pushing down firmly.
“Ngh!”
He could feel Zion’s cock pressing against his internal walls. Jubin flinched at the unfamiliar sensation and tried to stop him.
“I told you… don’t press there…”
“Does it hurt?”
The question was asked with a relaxed confidence, as if Zion already knew the answer. Jubin let out a soft breath and answered honestly.
“Today… it hurts a little.”
“Ah, I thought so…”
Zion let out a sigh-filled murmur. Knowing Zion’s personality, he’d obviously tell him not to push it, so Jubin gripped Zion’s arm tighter and pulled him down by the nape of his neck.
“Don’t pull out.”
He deliberately tightened his lower abdomen.
“You know it’s fine if you move.”
A low, breathy chuckle escaped Zion’s lips.
“I know, but you seem much more swollen inside today, hyung. Are you really tired?”
He’d become so perceptive, noticing even the smallest things. He gently pressed his hand to Jubin’s forehead.
“You don’t have a fever. Don’t worry.”
Jubin lied, not wanting to ruin the mood or make him worry. He just wanted to cling to him more desperately, to lose himself in his embrace.
“And I’m not that tired.”
“It’s strange that you aren’t. You must be exhausted from the shoot.”
Aren’t you just as tired? Jubin watched him anxiously, clinging tighter, terrified he might stop at the worst possible moment.
“…I want to finish this with you.”
A tender kiss touched his forehead, a silent promise not to worry.
“I’m going to see this through to the end.”
The warmth of his words, laced with an unbearable impatience, brought Jubin visible relief.
“Does it feel… swollen?”
He let out a low, nasal hum, his hips moving in a slow, practiced arc.
“Hhh—!”
Jubin gasped, his body tensing instinctively at the sudden flare of pain. Even the slightest movement felt intense, and he found himself bracing against the sensation.
“It feels a bit heavier than usual. I’m fine, but I’m worried you’ll be sore afterward.”
Jubin gritted his teeth against the dull ache, tightening his lower abdomen. The more he tensed, the more acutely he felt the man’s deliberate, languid movements.
“I’m… fine. I like it better this way.”
Another shower of soft, lingering kisses rained down on him.
“Relax your body a little. I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts.”
Jubin nodded repeatedly, as if to say he understood. As Zion moved his hips with a leisurely rhythm, a soft, melting pleasure swelled within him, rising in a sweet, languid wave.
The excitement, fueled by the pheromones Zion was releasing, was an added bonus.
“…It feels so good,” Jubin moaned, deliberately letting the sound escape. He had no intention of hiding this blissful pleasure.
“Do you know what you do?”
Zion thrust upward hard, sending a jolt of electricity shooting up Jubin’s spine.
“Ah!” Jubin threw his head back, his body arching in a spasm of pleasure. His vision blurred, the world spinning.
“When you’re about to come, you try to twist your hips and escape. Like you can’t hold it in anymore.”
Was that so? He thought. Yeah, I guess it was. It was more like a desperate struggle to avoid a situation that felt instinctively uncomfortable and shameful.
When Zion thrust upward hard again, the soreness in the chafed area vanished, replaced by a wave of pleasure.
“Ah! Nngh…!”
Every time he tried to pull away, Zion would hold him in a desperate embrace, refusing to let him escape.
Just like right now.
“Ngh… Zion. Wait…”
The pressure was so intense he felt like he was going to come any second. Maybe it’s because I’m so swollen inside that I’m reaching the edge so fast… What should I do?
“Hah… Just… just hurry up.”
“What’s the rush? Do you know how long it’s been since we last did this?”
“Ngh…”
The slow, deliberate pace, so contrary to his own desperation, only drove him more mad.
“I want to take my time with this. But I guess you don’t feel the same way, do you?”
Jubin wished he would just drive into him hard, thrusting deep and fast. But the man looking down at him was smiling, his eyes daring Jubin to beg for it.
“You’re so worked up, yet you’re just spreading your legs wider instead of answering me,” he teased, sliding deeper inside with a slow, sticky friction.
“Stop… hngh… teasing me,” Jubin managed, his voice low as he wrapped an arm around the man’s neck, pulling him close to stifle the tingling desire surging through him. “You. Lie down.”
Jubin tried to push himself up, but the man was faster, wrapping his arms around Jubin’s waist and lifting him.
“Wait—ah! You have to pull out first!”
Ignoring him completely, the man kept his cock buried deep inside Jubin as he fell back onto the bed, pulling Jubin down with him.
Thanks to his effortless shift in position, Jubin ended up perched right on his hips. He actually pulled that off? He was always so quick to act and decide on everything.
“Go on, move your hips for me.”
Since Jubin had obediently followed his lead by lying down, he was now demanding his turn to take charge.
Jubin pouted, his displeasure written all over his face. He’d been so determined to seize the initiative this time. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he slowly lifted his torso.
The change in angle caused the other man’s cock to plunge even deeper, pressing against the area around his cervix.
“Ngh…”
It feels like my insides are being completely crushed. The sensation was incredibly heavy and full.
Desperate to hold onto this feeling, Jubin began to grind his hips up and down frantically.
“Hyung, you’re being really aggressive today, aren’t you?”
Hah… I’m so out of breath…
Jubin forced a casual, teasing tone, his voice trembling with excitement.
“Maybe… haah… you’re the one being passive?”
“Oh, so I’m the passive one now?”
Just a slight jab, but it was enough. He laced his fingers with Jubin’s, then drove upward with a powerful, deliberate thrust.
The impact sent Jubin’s body jolting up and down. He squeezed their joined hands tight, struggling to keep his balance. The heavy, dull thud he’d craved echoed through him, a rhythmic pounding that sent jolts of pleasure through his core.
The sheer novelty of the sensation was so intense that, as time passed, he couldn’t even manage a proper moan. Still, he refused to let this moment slip away, tensing his thighs and glutes to endure the onslaught.
My stomach is so full. It’s so hot… I want you to stay inside me just a little longer… His muscles screamed in protest, but he held on.
“Haa… haa… Zi-Zion…”
“You’re doing great.”
Zion’s voice was a gentle murmur, soothing Jubin’s whimpers of protest.
“Just a little longer. Okay?”
Ah, I’m at my limit.
As Jubin edged closer to the peak, his mind stretched taut, leaving him gasping for air. He was torn between the desperate desire to prolong this pleasure and the primal instinct warning him that he might actually die from sheer ecstasy.
“Haa… stop. Zion… please, stop…”
Normally, Zion would have teased him, calling his bluff or urging him to endure it. But this time, he offered no reply, continuing his relentless pace.
I want to wait until he comes… but I can’t… I’m going to die…!
“Hh… ahh… I can’t… Hah!“
He couldn’t hold back any longer and came right then and there. It had been so long since he’d had a proper release, and the sheer volume and force of his ejaculation were immense.
Some of the fluid splashed across Zion’s chest, neck, and even near his lips. Jubin’s face flushed crimson the moment he realized what had happened.
“Haa… wait. Your face…!”
But Zion’s ruthless thrusts showed no sign of stopping.
Jubin desperately wanted to wipe the mess off his face, but his wrists were pinned down, held fast by Zion.
“On, I… I already did it! Ugh, I came!”
Zion was like a runaway train with no brakes, refusing to stop.
“Hah… Do Zion!”
I’d rather it just hurt, Yeon thought, but Zion was thrusting so deep, so relentlessly, it felt like he was trying to shove his very balls inside. His internal organs felt crushed, his consciousness melting away until his vision blurred and his eyes rolled back.
In the end, he could only take it, his body yielding to every brutal thrust. The savage assault forced his entrance to stretch and soften, melting completely.
It felt maddeningly good. The more his open folds were stretched wide, the deeper Zion pierced him.
Ha… what if my hole gets stretched so wide it won’t even close? The thought was absurd, but the sensation was so intense it seemed plausible.
“Hah… please…”
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