Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 52

He said it was a shame, but strangely enough, he didn’t look too displeased. No, he actually seemed quite satisfied. It was probably because Baek Heeheon was playing right into his hands. Because he was caught by him, meekly doing as he was told.

Cha Moogyul let Heeheon hold one of his hands while he continued to finger him with the other. He pressed two fingers in together, then spread them like scissors to scrape along the inner walls. When the copious amount of gel dripped out from the opening, he would bring his fingers together again to fill the inside with gel.

“Ugh, heuk…”

Before long, he got used to the squelching sounds, and the number of fingers increased. As the pleasure steadily built, his insides pulsed and clenched, biting down on him as if he were delicious. He felt like he could die of embarrassment. After a bit of a struggle, the layers of stimulation that had built up exploded at once, and Heeheon’s vision went white. His knees trembled violently, and white semen shot out from his core. Since he had done it yesterday as well, the amount wasn’t that much.

“Uht…!”

Heeheon clenched his jaw tightly. He held onto his fingers, enduring it and holding back the sound. His spine went rigid, and something like electricity shot through the peripheral nerves of his entire body. A few seconds later, his limbs went limp with exhaustion. Heeheon gasped for breath, his body trembling in the afterglow.

Cha Moogyul, as if praising him again for doing well, or perhaps to soothe him, pressed their lips together. Perhaps because he had kissed him so much, Heeheon found himself unconsciously parting his lips slightly and responding to the kiss. He didn’t have the capacity to think, having just ejaculated. But he was panting and short of breath, so he couldn’t kiss for very long. As soon as Heeheon turned his head to avoid him, Cha Moogyul followed.

Their lips met again. Their tongues tangled, and he couldn’t breathe. Heeheon pulled on his hand, shaking his head.

“Heu, eup! Eub…”

Stop, just a moment, let me breathe…

As Heeheon kept twisting his head away, he finally grabbed his chin and held his head in place. He pinned his shoulders down on the bed to keep him from moving and explored his mouth deeply. It was so intense that Heeheon’s tongue was trembling. Saliva trickled from the side of his reddened lips, and his chest rose and fell violently as he tried to catch his breath.

“Cha, Hamu, haeu, stop, eugh…!”

“Hoo, haa.”

Cha Moogyul relentlessly devoured his lips until he was satisfied, and only then did he finally let Heeheon go. Freed, Heeheon coughed and squirmed. He was as exhausted as if he had sprinted a full marathon. Cha Moogyul pulled Heeheon’s waist, changed his position so that he was lying face down on the bed, and made him raise his hips.

Of course, his body couldn’t hold the position and collapsed, but Cha Moogyul wrapped an arm under his pelvis to keep him from falling. Something touched his plump, raised buttocks.

“I saw your coming face, now you have to let me hear you coming.”

As Cha Moogyul slowly untied the belt of the robe he was wearing, the black satin robe slid open. Swish. Then he pulled down the front of the bottoms he wore underneath. His member sprang up forcefully, as if to strike Heeheon’s ass.

He had already been hard and erect with arousal for a while now, and his tip was wet with clear precum. Without even looking, he reached vaguely to the side of the bed and grabbed another bottle of gel. He opened the cap and poured it all over the head of his cock.

The transparent gel dripped ceaselessly down the large shaft that was pointing toward the ceiling as if to touch his navel. Cha Moogyul carelessly tossed the empty gel bottle aside and placed his cock on Heeheon’s ass. Feeling the heavy sensation, Heeheon let out a sharp gasp.

“If you make a sound this time, it’s once. If you hold it in, it’s three times. What’ll it be.”

“No, but… but.”

“Alright, three times.”

“No! No, don’t force me like that, just.”

“What are you gonna do about it.”

Cha Moogyul slowly rubbed his long, dripping cock against Heeheon’s ass. The thick cock, along with the gel, stuck to his white skin, stretching stickily. The gel created silvery threads like spun honey.

“Should I do it three times?”

“…No.”

“Then, what.”

Cha Moogyul grabbed the base of his cock and slapped the gaping hole. It wasn’t the sound of flesh hitting flesh, but a sticky, shameful sound as the hole was struck. Heeheon buried his head in the bed and scowled deeply. ‘Maybe it’s okay since he can’t see my face now,’ he rationalized arbitrarily, and reluctantly gave in to him.

“Okay. Just, once…”

“Ha… Heeheon is being smart again. Alright, once.”

Heeheon-ie,

Heeheon-ie?

No matter how you look at it, it seemed like that bastard Cha Moogyul had been getting too familiar since yesterday.

Does he think I’m a pushover just because I’m getting fucked…

Heeheon furrowed his brow, suppressing his anger, but eventually, he couldn’t hold it in and chided him a little.

“…What’s with that way of talking, have you lost your mind.”

“Yeah.”

However, Cha Moogyul simply replied nonchalantly, as if it were nothing, and just pressed his cock against the opening. He positioned the thickest part of the head between the gel-filled cheeks of his ass and, putting strength into his hips, inserted it very slowly, deliberately.

“Hoo… If you have a complaint, you can do it too, hyung.”

“Eut…! Ah!”

Heeheon, who had been about to hold back his moan out of habit, was startled and parted his lips. Cha Moogyul really seemed like the kind of bastard who would fuck him a full three times the moment he held back the sound.

“Gyul-ie, try saying it.”

“Wha, huh?”

“Gyul-ie…”

He pushed deeper inside him, and the deepening penetration made his stomach feel completely blocked. The hole was stretched to its limit, and the inner walls squeezed him tightly. Taking his fingers had been relatively easy, but Cha Moogyul’s cock, a different size altogether, was an immense burden even when inserted this slowly. Despite pouring so much gel, his severely swollen inner walls seemed to be screaming that this was their limit.

But because of what Cha Moogyul was saying, Heeheon was oblivious to the pain, only managing, “Huh? Huh?”

‘Gyul-ie?’

What. What about it. No, Cha Moogyul. Cha Moogyul.

‘Huh…?’

His thoughts were breaking apart. As if chopped up by a sashimi knife. As if the pause button was being mashed repeatedly. At that moment, he thrust all the way in with a single motion, ramming the blocked barrier hard.

“Heuak!”

Ruthlessly pierced, Heeheon went rigid, his head snapping back as he convulsed. The skin of his stomach rose in a round shape, bulging out in the shape of him. Reflexively, wanting to live without even realizing it, Heeheon lurched forward. He tried to crawl away on all fours, but Cha Moogyul gripped his hips firmly, trapping him, and chased after him, ramming his cock deep inside again.

“Euhk! Kkeuk…”

Like a predator hunting, he easily chased down the trembling Heeheon, pouncing and pinning him down. As he tried to escape, he followed, thrusting his hips even more fiercely. Thrust, thrust. The already overwhelming size of his cock pushed deeper and deeper, and Heeheon couldn’t think at all. Every inch of his soaked and softened inner walls was stimulated, and his body swayed with his movements, steadily receiving the pleasure. It was as if pleasure was being forcibly injected into him.

Heeheon could no longer crawl forward or pull away; his posture collapsed, and he could only bury his head and groan in agony. Moans escaped him endlessly, with no question of holding them back. The only fortunate thing was that the squelching sound of the gel as his groin slapped against Heeheon’s soft buttocks half-muffled his moans.

“Haeu, eu, ah! Ah, eung!”

“Ah… Yesterday, I fucked you, hoo, so much, but it’s still, tight, inside.”

“A bit, keuu, fa, fast. Too…”

“Hm? Faster?”

Cha Moogyul whispered mischievously and picked up the pace. Now Heeheon was being shaken truly violently.

“Ah! No, n-no! Ah!”

He braced a hand on Heeheon’s lower abdomen, pressing down on the bulging skin, crushing him from the inside and outside at the same time. Heeheon went up on his toes, horrified. He pushed against the sheet with his forehead and clawed at the mattress with his hands like talons.

He was slowly starting to gasp for air. He had no idea how much time had passed while being fucked.

“I said, no, don’t press, there, eugeuk…”

“Haha, this is a problem. What am I going to do, I want to torment you so badly.”

Cha Moogyul spread his large hand and slowly rubbed Heeheon’s belly. He touched him as if giving a soothing rub to a child with an upset stomach, but that alone was enough to make Heeheon feel like he was about to pass out. After toying with Heeheon for a while, he removed his hand from his belly as if letting him off the hook and brought it down. He lightly swept between his slick legs, then grabbed Heeheon’s member and began to stroke it quickly. Being fucked from behind by his cock and stimulated from the front by his hand play, it felt like lights were flashing before his eyes.

Not long after, Heeheon came in his palm without even realizing when it happened. Feeling the climax for the second time, his body was now completely devoid of strength and limp.

“Euk… Ah, heuuu.”

Waves of pleasure crashed over him, one after another. Just when he thought it was over, another came, and then another. His eyes were open, but his vision was blurry, and saliva dribbled from his slack mouth. Heeheon rolled his dazed eyes upward and his legs trembled. His ass also clenched uncontrollably, tightening around him and devouring him. He felt like he was going to lose his mind.

Heeheon, who had collapsed forward, gasped for breath. But, even though Heeheon was completely spent, Cha Moogyul continued to thrust his cock deep into his inner walls while fiddling with Heeheon’s member. He cupped the semen-covered thing in his hand, squeezing it and digging his thumb into the urethral opening. He acted as if he were trying to wring out every last drop of semen left inside.