Love Born of Pity Chapter 68

Do Yeonjae sucked up the tantalizingly trickling slick that had pooled deep inside and swallowed it sweetly. He pushed his tongue against the flushed skin and the even hotter mucous membrane inside the hole, soaking the shallow area thoroughly. It was strange that the hole wasn’t getting wet even though he was in heat. Was that why it had always hurt him so much, because he didn’t produce much slick?

He licked a long stripe from the tailbone to the perineum, then tenaciously covered the folds with his tongue again. The piece of flesh prodding the small hole thrust tantalizingly. Do Yeonjae moved his mouth to the plump, reddish perineum. He sucked all around it, making it redder than its natural color, and bit the soft skin, leaving teeth marks.

“Heup, aah……! Heut, ah, stop……!”

The hand that stretched out as if to push his face away couldn’t be completely cold, only brushing against his hair. When Do Yeonjae laughed and pulled his mouth away, his stomach, dry from panting, rose and fell breathlessly. He licked the skin where whitish semen had soaked the area around his navel and left a dried trace.

Parting the folds that were now slick with saliva, he pushed one finger inside. The inner walls squirmed and tightened around it. The way it clenched him, wrapping around him tightly, was so stimulating he couldn’t think of anything else.

He repeated the motion of slowly sliding his finger in and out. Occasionally, when he thrust deep and Jiho’s thighs tensed, he would press his lips firmly against the soft inner flesh to draw his attention elsewhere. He would bite stingingly enough to leave a mark, then gently lick over it. At the ticklish stimulation, his thighs naturally parted.

Do Yeonjae added another finger to the one that was slowly moving in and out of the flinching hole. He delicately caressed the clingy membrane, prying open the hole that kept trying to tighten.

Kwon Jiho’s brow furrowed at the gradually deepening penetration. When he scraped the plump, swollen prostate, the penis that had been half-raised immediately became ramrod straight. The fluid beading at the glistening, wet tip was as clear as a dewdrop.

Do Yeonjae lowered his head. As he licked the slit open with his tongue and lapped up all the pooled precum, Kwon Jiho, who had been whimpering, shot his eyes wide open. His face, startled by the sudden sucking of his penis, was cute. He could feel wetness on the fingers moving in his hole. Sucking his cock made him wet inside. Without a second thought, Do Yeonjae opened his mouth.

“……Ah, that……!”

The dark pink head and straight shaft were swallowed in one mouthful. Kwon Jiho’s chin tilted toward the ceiling. A-heut, a cry like a death rattle rang in his ears.

As he sucked hard enough for his cheeks to hollow, the hand that had been scratching the sheets reached out and touched Do Yeonjae’s forehead. He held the struggling body with one arm and moved his head a few more times. Soon, the head swelled plumply.

“M-mouth, heu……! Director, I, stop, ah, no……”

One hand stimulating his prostate, his mouth sucking his glans—at the obscene act, Kwon Jiho grew restless, pushing against the sheets with the soles of his feet. He brought his thighs together, then relaxed them again, fidgeting. He stimulated the indented urethral opening and sucked on the shaft as if to swallow it whole. This time, as if he really couldn’t take it anymore, Kwon Jiho sniffled and pushed his head away.

“I’m, going to come. Heuk, ah……. Stop……!”

He looked at Do Yeonjae, who stubbornly held his penis and wouldn’t let go, as if resentful, and squeezed his eyes shut. The moisture caught in his clumped lashes rolled down the corner of his eye. The moment he tensed his lower abdomen, his mind went completely white.

Kwon Jiho’s penis in his mouth, Do Yeonjae let out a short groan. Walkak, a gush of lukewarm fluid pooled in his mouth. The slightly fishy, slightly sweet taste of thin semen.

The first time he’d ever performed oral sex and the taste left on his tongue were not disgusting. On the contrary, it felt better than he’d expected. The taste, and the act of receiving it as he came in his mouth. He even had the thought of making him come on his face, though he didn’t know if Kwon Jiho would be able to do it.

Gulp. As he swallowed all of what had pooled, Kwon Jiho, who had been lying limply in a daze, shuddered and sat up. But as if he had no strength, he flopped back down again. Haa, haa, his breaths came in ragged gasps.

As Do Yeonjae wiped his mouth and came up, a limp hand reached out toward his neat face. When it touched his lips, which were only moist and had nothing on them, they curved into a pliant smile as if to say it was okay.

“Stop, I want to stop……. Just quickly……”

Do Yeonjae was still poking his fingers into the not-yet-fully-relaxed hole. He put his fingers in and spread them like scissors, moving them in and out, before dropping a light kiss near the lips that were begging him to put it in.

Kwon Jiho, who moved his head to follow Do Yeonjae’s lips out of habit, frowned as if frustrated. Do Yeonjae pretended not to notice and bit his nape, not hard enough to hurt, then licked over it. The hole, which he had spent quite a long time preparing, easily swallowed three fingers.

“Should I put it in, Jiho-ya.”

Kwon Jiho, whose gaze was fixed on the moving lips, clumsily understood and nodded. Flushed from the heat, Kwon Jiho’s face was rosy. Do Yeonjae pressed his lips firmly to the soft, pliable cheek and pulled out the fingers that had been stirring inside the hole. At the unfamiliar sensation of the fluid that had pooled inside trickling out, Kwon Jiho bit his lip.

Kwon Jiho, who had been staring blankly at Do Yeonjae as he slowly got into position, turned his head as soon as their eyes met. His slender throat bobbed shallowly as he swallowed dryly.

At his anxious look, Do Yeonjae gave a light laugh, then grabbed his slim thighs and spread them. Kwon Jiho’s averted eyes eventually turned back to the man who had conquered the space above him. A look of anticipation for the pleasure that would soon come. It was an emotion rarely seen in Kwon Jiho.

The thought of devouring the lips that were slightly parted and exhaling sweet breaths warred with the thought of wanting to see his face, wet with pleasure and crying just from being filled.

Pressing the blunt tip against the folds, which had already closed, leaving only a dark red trace of having been spread, Do Yeonjae let out a low sigh. He pulled the hand that was anxiously scratching the sheets, linked their fingers, and covered his lower abdomen with his palm as he slowly pushed his hips forward.

The movement was so slow it made him shudder. At the cool touch of the penis penetrating his wet depths and the rigidity stimulating the inner walls where all his senses were focused, Kwon Jiho’s body trembled again. The penis that had been half-erect and nodding stood up completely, and sticky fluid beaded at the tip. In the penetration that had always been only pain, he felt a pleasure that resembled a climax.

“Haa, ah… heut.”

His vision flashed repeatedly, as if fireworks were exploding before his eyes. Just having the penis inside his body brought him to a peak. Kwon Jiho trembled slightly and held Do Yeonjae’s hand tightly. He became scared. That just with this, his brain would simmer and melt away from a bliss he had never felt before.

“Director, heu, Director……”

His eyelids fluttered busily, trying to capture Do Yeonjae’s blurry face. He tried to clear his vision by letting all the pooled tears flow out. When he couldn’t see well no matter what he did, he let out a sorrowful sniffle, and Do Yeonjae, as if he had no other choice, leaned down.

Kwon Jiho urgently pulled Do Yeonjae closer. The only thing he could hold onto was the man before him. Do Yeonjae, who was stroking the damp, sweat-slicked back, lightly lifted the thin body. Kwon Jiho sat awkwardly astride his firm thighs. He paused with a blank expression, then instinctively lowered his hips. Kung. At the lightning-bolt of pleasure that spread from his crushed insides, Kwon Jiho’s chin lifted.

Do Yeonjae’s lips pressed tightly against the newly exposed, straight line of his neck. He gently caressed the skin where faint goosebumps had risen, supporting his up-and-down movements.

The penis, thrusting in a straight line, drove into the deepest part. His smooth back, without a single bump, curved like a ridge. Kwon Jiho felt a tightness that filled him to below his sternum and, at the same time, an indescribable satisfaction.

Kwon Jiho’s hand fumbled for his own stomach. When he smiled unknowingly at the shape he could feel over the thin layer of skin, Do Yeonjae pulled the back of his neck and kissed him.

Kwon Jiho rocked his body shallowly. He was reluctant to even pull the penis all the way out and put it back in. Heut, heut. At the ticklish moans that escaped, Do Yeonjae grabbed his impossibly thin waist. He pulled his chin up and kissed his reddened eyes.

From the corner of his eye, past his temple, Do Yeonjae nibbled on the shell of his ear and pushed his languid voice in, one syllable at a time. A pleasant voice flowed into his left ear, which had been humming like a windy cave.

“You have to sit a little deeper.”

“Eung— Ah, no……. It’s good now. Now, it’s good.”

A string of “it’s good” spilled from his wet, parted lips. Do Yeonjae liked Kwon Jiho’s first heat cycle. He thought it would be nice if he could see this sight periodically, if he could hold Kwon Jiho as he ceaselessly burrowed into his arms.

Do Yeonjae controlled the speed and depth at which Kwon Jiho sat, guiding him to reach the innermost part on his own. Chalssak, jjeogeok, jjeueup, chalssak! The sound of flesh and groin colliding echoed.

“Ah, heut……!”

“Kwon Jiho. Jiho-ya.”

“Haa, eung……”

His ears flushing red at the obscene noise, Kwon Jiho kept ducking his head to bury his nose in Do Yeonjae’s nape. The good scent that started from there was being emitted faintly, almost tantalizingly.

“Should I release more?”

At the vibration he felt from the neck he was leaning on, Kwon Jiho nodded. But he couldn’t feel a stronger scent than before. Even the movements helping him rock had stopped. Releasing the waist he was holding, Do Yeonjae braced his hands on the bed and leaned his upper body back. His gaze, staring intently as if urging some kind of act, and his rosy lips curved into a mischievous smile.