NHL 44

Hearing that, Dylan giggled like a child, wondering what was so funny.

“It’s not just my fingers that are big and thick.”

He muttered in a sticky, viscous voice and rotated his waist. His hardened sex poked into the hollow of his lower back once more, making his presence known.

“…I know that too.”

Joeon retorted in a somewhat irritable tone. From the moment he first saw it, he had noticed it was a massive size that couldn’t even be compared to his own. It was true that his pride had been secretly wounded by that fact.

“Ah, is that so? You seem to know quite a lot about my cock. Even though all you’ve done is touch it with your hands. You aren’t honestly telling me that you’re certain just from that, are you?”

Joeon, who had frowned at the vulgar remark, asked in a voice lacking confidence.

“Then what—how…”

The entrance, already strange due to the foreign sensation, felt even tighter, and his voice trailed off in confusion. The moment the third finger entered, Joeon understood the meaning behind Dylan’s words. He meant that it wasn’t just a matter of hands, but that he should experience the reality of it by holding it inside his body himself.

“H-hnn, this is, really, a different story…”

“What exactly did I say?”

“That there are many ways to have sex…”

“That’s right. And this is one of them.”

“You clearly said you wouldn’t do it.”

“You were the one who said you wanted to do it first.”

“That may be, but…”

“I clearly told you that if you didn’t want it, I wouldn’t do anything. But if you want to do it, I have to respond to that. Because I am someone who wants to grant everything you say.”

Joeon, having nothing more to say, expressed his discomfort by narrowing his brows. However, Dylan seemed not to care at all, too busy laughing while rubbing his lips against the deeply furrowed brow.

“Sorry, it’s just that Joeon’s reactions are so fun. I keep wanting to tease you.”

Ahem. Clearing his throat, Dylan changed the atmosphere and turned serious again.

“I get it. Even though you keep changing your mind about whether you want to do it or not, since you dislike it, I’ll give up here. I’ll pull it out slowly, so don’t tense up.”

Perhaps intending to keep his word, Dylan’s fingers pulled out slowly, avoiding as much stimulation as possible. Joeon kept silent, but the moment he felt the thick knuckles, he stiffened his body and tightened around him. Something Dylan had said must have provoked his pride.

“Wait! Just do it. Like you said, I was the one who asked to do it.”

“No. Joeon, I think it’s too early for you.”

“That is for me to decide.”

“Are you really sure? You don’t have to force yourself. If you want to give up, you can stop here. I truly respect your opinion. I never want to push you…”

“I said I’d do it!”

“Whoa, alright. If you want it that badly, I have no choice.”

His voice, as if he were complying against his will, sounded grating. Joeon grabbed Dylan’s wrist and dragged him toward the opening. The fingers that had been exploring the inner wall moments ago were hot and wet from his body temperature. As soon as he brought him to the entrance, Dylan’s fingers were sucked back into the gaping, pulsating opening.

“Haa, ugh, you can go deep.”

Joeon didn’t let go of his hand and controlled the movement as if to show off. The hand, which had been moving back and forth following his lead, gradually slipped out of control and picked up speed.

“Like this?”

“Ah, hnn, mmm, wait…”

“Fuu, does it feel good? Hmm?”

“Ah, ah, ah, that, hnn.”

The squelching sounds rang out so rawly that it was embarrassing. Joeon, who was groaning while suppressing his moans, had labored breathing just as heavy as Dylan’s. His wet tip jabbed firmly, as if it would burst Joeon’s buttock.

“Hnn, put it in, just put it in. I think it’ll be fine now.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I don’t know, ugh, just—I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Damn it, if you beg like that, I’m in trouble too. Wait a moment.”

As soon as permission was granted, Dylan’s fingers pulled out abruptly. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower stall for a moment. There was a clattering sound of things being knocked over, and after leaving the shelf he had made a mess of, he returned to the shower stall. He had a box of condoms in one hand and a look of absolute satisfaction on his face.

He strode over, turned Joeon around, kissed him deeply, and then expertly put the condom on his member after unwrapping it. He then lifted one of Joeon’s legs and wrapped it around his waist. His legs spread wide, revealing the opening he had loosened with his fingers. Joeon bit his lip as he felt the fingers invading him once again.

“I, I think this position might be a little difficult.”

It might have been a comfortable position if his partner were a woman, but Joeon was a man. He felt annoyed, as if he could see past experiences in Dylan’s sexual habits.

“I’ll hold you well.”

As Dylan leaned down to kiss him deeper, Joeon’s upper body fell backward until it hit the wall. As the angle of their bodies slanted, Dylan’s erect sex naturally reached the back opening.

“I feel like I’m going to fall.”

“I don’t think this is the time to be worried about that.”

Joeon felt the slipperiness of the condom hovering at the entrance of his defenseless opening. As Dylan said, he had no room to worry about anything else. Soon, the thick tip forced its way in, stretching the opening, which was pulsating with tension, to its limit.

“Ah, aagh, ah…!”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, don’t, ugh, stop.”

Dylan cursed and slowly burrowed into the tight opening with his sex. His entire body was stiff and rigid as he struggled not to lose control. Blue veins stood out on his neck.

“Haa, I’m going crazy, Joeon, hnn, kiss me.”

When Joeon pulled on Dylan’s neck and twisted his face, Dylan lunged as if to bite him and overlapped their lips. While they exchanged tongues, his sex, which had slipped back, slowly burrowed in again. The entrance, stretched to its limit, remained tight.

“Ha, hnn, just a little, slowly…”

To be honest, Joeon felt more of a foreign sensation than pleasure. But because Dylan’s reddened face looked as dazed as if he were drugged, he couldn’t stop him.

“Mmm, inside you, it’s so good. Do you know that? Joeon, haa, what do I do, this is a foul. How can you… I can’t stand it, it’s too hard. I’m being incredibly self-restrained right now.”

He was spouting nonsense like someone truly intoxicated.

“Please, kiss me. Don’t pull away. Stick out your tongue. Hmm?”

If their lips tried to part even a little, he would smack his lips and stick out his tongue, then immediately press his body closer, pinning Joeon completely against the wall. When Joeon clung to Dylan’s neck, Dylan even pulled up his thighs, which had barely been touching the floor, to make them wrap around his waist. Due to gravity, their bodies sank, deepening the penetration.

“Hnn, hnn, ah, wait, Dyl… mmm.”

“Shh, cling to me.”

As he relied entirely on him for support, the coupling flexed in accordance with the accelerating piston motion. The opening, which had held him all the way to the thick root, would swallow the straight-reaching penis again after briefly holding only the bumpy glans as Dylan pulled back.

“Haa, aah, hnn, mmm, ah!”

“Haa, does it feel good? Hmm? Joeon.”

“Mmm, ah, aagh.”

When Joeon didn’t answer properly, Dylan stopped moving for a moment and caught his breath. The penetration remained deep.

“Look at me, Joeon.”

“Ugh, hnn, mmm.”

Looking down at Joeon, who was gasping for air, Dylan left small, rapid kisses on the tip of his nose. With his cock still buried inside Joeon’s opening, he rotated his hips and stirred around inside. The movement was slow and soft. The moment his sex, which had been gently navigating the inner wall, brushed against a certain spot, Joeon tightened his opening without realizing it.

Dylan stopped moving for a moment, his brow furrowed, and then slowly pressed against the same spot again. Joeon put strength into his thighs and curled his toes.

“Wait, mmm, wait a second…”