SPW 61

Love nectar, thick with a fragrant scent, flowed from the puckering folds, wetting the bridge of Sarang’s nose. With Florian’s testicles, swollen and plump with arousal, in his mouth, Sarang rubbed his nose against the perineum instead of wiping it. The love nectar that had dripped down the ridge of his well-defined nose wet Sarang’s lips. Sarang, who had been sucking on Florian’s testicles—softly yielding even when full of semen—until his cheeks were hollow, licked his own upper lip where the nectar had fallen. The sweet taste of figs spread across the tip of his tongue.

“Hah… Sarang, why do you keep doing it only there…”

“When I suck you here, Rian gets like this…”

Sarang pulled Florian’s penis, which had been pressed flat against his lower abdomen, back and out from between his thighs. With the same mouth that had been sucking the testicles, he gave a quick suck to the reddened urethral opening. He licked the head, which was slick with precum, like candy and then prodded and poked at the panting, puckering opening of the urethra with the tip of his tongue. He then wrapped his tongue around the shaft, sliding it all the way down to the base, and sucked hard—on the foreskin where it met the testicles.

“Aah… Sarang, I’m going to come… Khk.”

Florian’s fingers dug into Sarang’s hair as Sarang slid back up from the base of the penis and took the head in his mouth. Instead of pushing Sarang away, that hand pressed him firmly closer. The head pushed against his tongue and was sucked deep into his throat. Sarang, though struggling, sucked Florian’s penis all the way to the root, swallowing it down. The instantly constricted throat squeezed Florian’s glans and wrung the half-swallowed shaft.

“Ah, ngh…!”

“Ghk, guk.”

Florian’s moan, not yet at its peak, mingled with the sound of Sarang’s throat scraping, unskilled as he was at oral sex. Sarang breathed through his nostrils and stretched his tongue out long. The tongue, extended as far as possible while pressing against his lower lip, clung to the foreskin of the penis he couldn’t quite swallow. Then, slowly exhaling the breath he had just drawn in, he swallowed the remaining flesh down to the root.

“Huk…!”

“Ghk…”

Tears that had welled in Sarang’s eyes, from being pierced so deeply beyond his throat, trickled down. A strong vanilla scent burst forth as Florian’s penis swelled in volume, poking the delicate flesh inside. Simultaneously, a thick, viscous love nectar gushed from the flaring opening.

Khk, Sarang, having pushed Florian’s penis in all the way until his dark eyelashes were soaked, rubbed his nose against the testicles to smear the fluid and slowly began to move his head. Blue veins stood out on the back of Florian’s hand as he clutched Sarang’s black hair.

Suck, slurp, schlick, smack. The slow movements of his head, due to his inexperience, only stimulated Florian more. With each pass of the glans, the tight clenching of his throat and the pressure of the inner flesh clinging stickily to the foreskin made Florian unconsciously tighten his anus. Love nectar seeped from the tightly closed folds, wetting the plumply raised perineum.

“Uuungh.”

For an omega, Florian tended to be a slow cummer, but Sarang, who had only ever been with Florian, didn’t know that. What Sarang did know was where to touch Florian to make him feel good, and that once Florian started leaking, he leaked a lot, enough to form puddles everywhere. That’s why Sarang made Florian drink a lot of water in between. Because Florian came just as much from the front as he did from the back.

“Sarang… haah.”

Florian tried to buck his hips. But Sarang, noticing he couldn’t move as he wished due to the awkward position, lifted his head. As he pulled out the penis that had been sucked deep into his throat, Florian’s butt muscles twitched. Love nectar dripped and overflowed from between his buttocks. Sarang’s saliva had soaked the penis, which was also glistening with a slippery mucus, its head held high.

Sarang turned Florian, who had been lying on his side, onto his back and pulled off his bottoms in one motion. Then he crawled between Florian’s legs and once again swallowed the penis down to the root. The glans scraped his uvula just as Florian began to buck his hips.

“Ha, haahk, huk, hngh!”

“Khp, kht, ghk, guup.”

Even as Florian’s penis scraped his uvula and moved in and out of his throat, Sarang didn’t pull his head back. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out long, his cheeks turning as red as apples. Tears, snot, and saliva mixed together, slowly dripping down Sarang’s chin.

Florian’s aroused hip thrusts quickened. Khp, khk. It was painful for Sarang, but he liked the scent of pheromones pouring directly into his throat with each of Florian’s thrusts, so he deliberately nodded his head in time with the rhythm.

“Aah, ah—, ah—!”

Florian wrapped his slender legs around Sarang’s torso, his hands clutching the black hair. Sarang, who had been rubbing Florian’s penis against his own uvula to the point his mind went blank, suddenly stopped moving.

“Heok—!”

Florian, gripping Sarang’s head tightly, tilted his own head back and lifted his hips as he began to cum. Gulp, gulp. Sarang swallowed every drop of the semen pouring directly into his throat, not letting any of it spill, while he kneaded Florian’s soft testicles.

“Ahhh.”

Florian let out a pained sound, his thighs closing at the sudden stimulation. He released a large amount of semen. With each spurt, his tightly clenched buttock muscles twitched and his thighs trembled. Sarang knew that even though Florian was struggling with the continuous stimulation while climaxing, he was still aroused because he liked it.

The scent of figs deepened, sweetly drenching Sarang’s entire body and seeping into his mind. He could feel Florian’s pleasure so clearly that Sarang moved more proactively. Kneading the testicles, which were drenched in sticky fluid, Sarang soaked his hand and placed two fingers on the folds of Florian’s anus. The puckering folds gently swallowed the two fingers. When they went in to the knuckles without resistance, Sarang added another finger.

“Aah, Sarang…”

Pulling Florian’s penis out and sucking up the semen he hadn’t managed to swallow, Sarang licked the urethral opening, which was still leaking. He pursed his lips and nibbled and sucked on the corona of the glans. While Florian gasped for breath, beside himself, Sarang added another finger and pushed it in to the knuckles.

“Aah…!”

“Rian, Rian…”

Sarang gripped Florian’s penis in his hand, sucking on the glans while moving his fingers, which were buried deep in the folds, back and forth. Squelch, squelch. As the fingers moved in and out of the wet hole, a wet sound echoed ceaselessly and loudly. The friction sounds, flowing directly into his ears, aroused Sarang as well. His own penis, now fully erect, was halfway poking out of his underwear.

“Uungh, ungh—! Sarang… hnght, hh, more, more…!”

“Rian… Rian.”

Sarang’s hand stroked Florian’s hot penis, rubbing the glans and prodding the urethral opening to stimulate it. At the same time, he thrust his fingers deep inside Florian’s body. Each time the fingers moved, the hole clung to them tightly, fiercely biting down and not letting go, but it was no match for Sarang’s strength.

Splish, splosh, splish. Loud friction sounds echoed from the back hole as if it were flooded. As Sarang’s hand thrusting from below quickened, the friction sounds also quickened, as did Florian’s hip thrusts and moans. The fluid pouring from the folds and inner walls, which stuck to his thick, long fingers, flowed down the back of Sarang’s arm, soaking it to the elbow.

Sarang’s face, as he sucked on the glans until his cheeks were hollow then bit and rubbed it between his cheek and teeth, was slick with a mass of sticky fluid. It was a messy sight, but neither Sarang nor Florian cared. Sarang was fine with it, and Florian was too stimulated to notice such things.

“Uhhuu, aah! Sa, Sarang— I’m, going to come… Haa—!”

Florian, being tormented from both the front and back simultaneously, suddenly arched his back. Trembling from head to toe, he shot out a clear fluid that sprayed all over Sarang’s face, who was just pulling his mouth from the glans. Instead of pulling away or wiping his face, Sarang caught the glans and sucked and swallowed everything that gushed out like a fountain.

“Aah, ahhhuuu.”

Florian, letting out a pained cry, couldn’t endure the climax and closed his legs, his entire body trembling violently. The hole, which had released as much fluid as the urethra, bit down on the fingers buried deep inside as if to sever them. Sarang forcefully pulled his fingers out. He could vividly feel the inner walls being pulled along. The sensation stimulated Sarang down to his peripheral nerves.

Only after pulling his fingers all the way out did Sarang sit up and rip off the short-sleeved t-shirt he was wearing. Then he grabbed the legs of Florian, who was still lost in the afterglow of his orgasm, and pushed them up high. After throwing off his own bottoms, Sarang pressed the tip of his glans against the tightly clinging folds and slowly lowered his upper body.