INFB Ch 23

Seobin’s buttocks twitched and gathered inward. Crossing his knees and bringing his thighs together, he even put up a pathetic defense. But whenever Jaegyu pressed down firmly and pushed into “that spot,” he was instantly breached.

With the corners of his lips pulled up wickedly, Jaegyu obsessively touched the inside of Seobin’s buttocks. Watching Seobin’s delicate spine tremble violently was a supreme sight for his eyes.

Unable to bear the increasingly obsessive touch, Seobin reached back and grabbed Jaegyu’s wrist. He then looked up at Jaegyu with tearful eyes.

“It’s str—strange. Hyung, this is strange.”

Confusion overflowed across his entire face, making him look as if his house had caught on fire.

“It’s fine.”

Jaegyu spoke with an almost infuriating lack of concern. Seobin’s eyebrows arched pitifully. He couldn’t understand what on earth was fine.

It was then. Jaegyu grabbed Seobin’s chin with his other hand so he couldn’t drop his head again. Seobin’s gaze was forcibly fixed on Jaegyu. Looking down at Seobin’s eyes, where wetness surged like faint waves, Jaegyu began moving his hand even more roughly than before.

“Hah, ah, ngh!”

Two thick fingers jabbed hard deep into his inner walls. The blunt fingertips pressed down and gouged out his prostate whole.

Though it was a ferocious touch that ought to hurt—and his raw, swollen opening should have contracted stiffly to reject the intrusion—for some reason, the pain grew weaker as time went on.

As Seobin squirmed at the unidentified sensation, Jaegyu pulled the fingers inserted in his opening wide to the side. The folds stretched and the opening parted, creating a gap the size of a fingernail. Looking down at the hole whose very interior was a deep pink, Jaegyu leaned his upper body over it and spat.

Clear saliva descended like a spiderweb along his full bottom lip. It then fell stickily between the cleft of Seobin’s buttocks. Startled by the hot, thick liquid, Seobin squeezed his buttocks together, but the spit slid like a snake down the narrow cleft and slipped straight into the parted opening—just like a golf ball dropping into a hole.

“…”

Seobin froze dry, shocked by an act he had never even imagined, but the corners of Jaegyu’s eyes curved almost imperceptibly with amusement. His fingers stirred inside the hole to spread the saliva. Then, he began digging into his prostate once more.

“Ah, ah, n-ngh…”

With just a few of those thrusts, the inner walls became so wet it was as if someone had poured water inside. It got to the point where an obscenely wet, sloshing sound echoed through the room. The completely loosened opening dragged out and was pushed back in following the movement of Jaegyu’s fingers.

“Hyung, hng, ah, Hyung…”

Seobin called out desperately to Jaegyu. But Jaegyu did not answer. He merely looked down as if watching Seobin’s face contort and un-contort.

Seobin’s bottom lip repeatedly pouted out and pulled back in. He felt strangely restless. He only realized much later that his member had erect, which felt both miserable and suffocating.

Even amid all this, Jaegyu’s fingers repeatedly stabbed upward and gouged into his prostate. Every time he did, his testicles and the root of his member throbbed.

More. Something, just a little more.

Unable to endure it any longer, Seobin secretly began rubbing his lower body against the sofa. His member, unaccustomed to stimulation, raced rapidly toward the peak of pleasure simply by being crushed between his lower abdomen and the sofa. Due to sweat, his skin stuck to the leather sofa with a smack before pulling away, and somehow even that felt electrifying.

“…”

Jaegyu was voyeuristically taking in every bit of that pathetic sight. How cute he looked squirming around—it felt almost like spying on a boy masturbating for the first time.

Jaegyu decided to act as Seobin’s sex toy for a moment. Curving the fingers inside the tight, hot opening like hooks, he scraped down hard along his prostate in a long drag.

“Hee-eek…”

Seobin let out a high-pitched groan as his body went rigid. The eyes looking up at Jaegyu instantly turned hazy, and a single tear tracked down from the corner of his eye. His eyelashes, which had been neatly curled upward, drooped low as if caught in rain, and his mouth hung open limply.

“Hk…”

Then, at a certain moment, Seobin began to tremble violently. As his legs stretched out long, his buttocks bunched up hard, and his toes curled inward. His thighs twitched intermittently, and even the chin held in Jaegyu’s grip shook. His clear cheekbones flushed reddish as if someone had dissolved paint over them.

He had reached a climax. Although Seobin was lying face down, making it impossible to see his member ejaculating semen, it was easy to tell that he had reached his peak right now.

Watching that sight—seeing Seobin crumble completely—Jaegyu let out a low sigh.

“Haa…”

A strange sense of satisfaction washed over him. It felt like grabbing a flower in full bloom with his hand and crushing it completely. Like splattering ink over pristine, white-accumulated snow to ruin it. Like tearing an angel’s soft wings to shreds with his own hands.

That feeling was so ecstatic—to the extent that his member resting against Seobin’s cheek throbbed and swelled into an erection.

Feeling the inner walls softly nibbling and sucking on his hand for a moment, Jaegyu began moving his fingers again. Spreading his fingers like scissors, he stretched the inner walls, and used the roots of his fingers to circle the entrance.

“Huu, ah, ngh, stop, ah…”

At the pleasure continuing even after his climax, Seobin squirmed his body. He even pushed Jaegyu’s hand away without fear. But the moment Jaegyu rubbed against his prostate in the reverse direction with a hard drag, Seobin had to tremble once more and collapse flat on his face.

Now, not just his face, but even his earlobes and the nape of his neck were flushed bright red.

“Do you like it that much?”

Jaegyu couldn’t help letting out a laugh, whereupon Seobin’s hazy eyes instantly cleared. Tears then began to fall, drop after drop. He had realized, belatedly, what he had done and what state he had reached.

It felt as though a wall had collapsed. Usually, a wall collapsing was used in a good sense, but not right now. It felt like the wall protecting him—the wall he had solidly built up throughout his life—had crumbled down. It also felt as if the ground he was standing on had been blown wide open, sending him plunging headlong into the mud.

As Seobin cried continuously, Jaegyu soothed him in a remarkably tender voice.

“Why are you crying?”

His thumb softly wiped away the tears. Yet Seobin’s crying only grew harder. The contorting corners of his eyes and his drooping brows were quite cute. Laughing again under his breath, Jaegyu pulled out his fingers that had been held inside Seobin’s hole. He then folded the thin body and pulled Seobin toward himself.

At that, the sofa wetly stained with white fluid was revealed.

“Hng, no, you can’t. Don’t… don’t look.”

Seobin tried frantically to cover it up in horror, but Jaegyu pulled him by the waist and placed him over his own thighs. Afterwards, as if teasing Seobin, he stared at the semen Seobin had spilled for several seconds.

“Hng… ah, hng…”

At that, Seobin’s head drooped downward. Round tears dripped onto the surface below. Jaegyu grabbed Seobin’s chin and forcibly lifted it up. A wet face was exposed. Jaegyu licked his cheek broadly. It tasted salty yet sweet.

Licking away even the tears that were just forming at the corners of Seobin’s eyes, Jaegyu whispered into his ear.

“Remember. From now on, every time we fuck, you’re going to come like this—through your back hole. Got it?”

“Hk, ah, hng…”

Whether Seobin heard Jaegyu’s words or not, he simply kept on crying. He even shook his shoulders, sobbing like a child. Jaegyu screwed up one eye in annoyance before relaxing it. He then grabbed Seobin by the hair and forcibly brought their eyes to meet.

“Look at me.”

Only then did Seobin’s wet gaze return to Jaegyu. Shaking Seobin’s head roughly, Jaegyu urged him for an answer.

“I asked if you understood. You need to answer. Why are you acting so stupid today?”

At his voice steeped in anger, Seobin took a deep breath. He even rubbed his tears away hard with the back of his hand. Then, looking at Jaegyu, he spoke clearly word by word.

“I… I understand, Hyung. Through my back hole…, huff, I’ll come.”

Entangled breaths were caught between his words. Whenever he ran short of breath, he let out hot gasps as if hiccuping, all of which were delivered fully to Jaegyu. To think the words he said while doing so were, ‘Yes, Hyung. I’ll come through my back hole.’

“…”

Jaegyu grit his teeth hard.

Fuck, sly little fox.