Double Junk - 199

Seokju puckered his lips and kissed over Ajin’s puckered entrance. Then he flattened his tongue and licked the entire wrinkled area repeatedly. Ajin’s head tipped back sharply. His wide-open eyelids fluttered in spasms.

Seokju felt overwhelming. His breathing, the hot breaths escaping through his teeth, the sharp ridge of his nose alternating between Ajin’s perineum and testicles, his persistent gaze rising between Ajin’s thighs, his tongue moving obscenely as if trying to devour the wrinkled entrance – all of it made Ajin dizzy.

“Ugh, huff, mmh…”

Ajin gripped Seokju’s wrist even tighter. Small crescent moons were continuously carved into Seokju’s wrist by Ajin’s blunt nails. It must have stung, but the more Ajin did it, the more intense Seokju’s tongue movements became.

Seokju licked the entire wrinkled area, then pushed the tip of his tongue firmly into the opening. Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, Ajin clenched his buttocks, so Seokju gently stroked Ajin’s tongue with the fingers in his mouth. Ajin tightly shut his eyes and started licking Seokju’s fingers.

Sloppy, slurping sounds echoed wetly. It was so obscene and messy that Ajin’s earlobes felt like they were melting.

“Hng, ah, ow…”

Seokju persistently sucked on Ajin’s rear. The tightly clenched opening began to loosen under the lewd assault. Ajin’s thighs trembled. His pliant buttocks repeatedly tensed and relaxed.

Seokju seized the opportunity to push his tongue fully inside. Ajin’s mouth gaped open at the thick, fleshy intruder. His crimson erection twitched cutely.

“Agh!”

Ajin worked his lips. He wanted to say “No more, that’s enough, it’s sufficient,” but the perceptive Seokju scratched Ajin’s palate with his fingers, making Ajin’s hips buck.

Seokju kept his tongue moving without a break. Occasionally, he’d scrape the sensitive, wrinkled area with his front teeth, and Ajin would squeeze Seokju’s face tightly between his thighs. Then Seokju would push his face even deeper into Ajin’s rear, exhaling excited breaths.

The melted opening obediently pulled Seokju’s tongue in.

Seokju licked enthusiastically, his tongue root aching. Yet, he never took his eyes off Ajin’s face, contorting in pleasure. He even glanced regretfully at Ajin’s glistening glans.

Seokju kept pushing his face into Ajin’s rear, constantly pulling Ajin closer. Eventually, Ajin’s body was half-turned to the side.

“Huu, ung, mmh…”

Ajin’s thighs trembled uncontrollably. Just how relentlessly had Seokju sucked him there? His entrance felt sore, and he hadn’t even received anything.

The fingers in Ajin’s mouth were completely wrinkled from saliva. Probably, his own rear was a mess of Seokju’s spit as well. Whenever Seokju’s tongue plunged in and withdrew, Ajin could feel his obscenely twitching, gaping entrance.

His spread legs ached. So much time had passed, but Seokju didn’t seem inclined to stop. Frustrated, Ajin pushed Seokju’s head away.

“Ugh, mmh, ugh…”

He wanted to say “Enough, stop now,” but the muffled words couldn’t form properly.

The urge to climax was building. Ajin squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t possibly come just from having his rear sucked, without doing anything else. He had his own pride as a man. Ajin twisted his body, striking Seokju’s back with his heels.

Stop, stop. Stop sucking, you madman.

He shouted those irritated, desperate words internally. Maybe Seokju sensed the underlying meaning, because he let out a pathetic, whimpering sound and pulled away.

“Ugh…”

Ajin reached a hand towards his sore, flushed and damp rear entrance. Just then, Seokju dragged his fingers along the inside of Ajin’s cheek.

As Ajin glared at Seokju with a displeased expression, Seokju slowly licked the corner of his own mouth. The image played back sluggishly on Ajin’s retina.

Seokju’s usually slightly chapped lips were a bit swollen. The corners had a subtle pink tinge, and the friction-heated lips were bright red. Well, with the way Ajin’s rear had been ravaged, it was no wonder Seokju’s lips weren’t intact.

Staring blankly at that lewd face, Ajin rubbed his cheek against the sheets and curled up his legs. He could almost climax just from that obscenely blissful expression, even after enduring Seokju’s tongue in his rear.

Just as Ajin let out a strained sound, as if feeling the urge to urinate, and tried to contain his throbbing lower abdomen, Seokju murmured, twirling Ajin’s tongue,

“I can taste you in my mouth.”

At that, Ajin glared sharply at Seokju.

“Waaah!”

The sound disintegrated into incoherence. Seokju, licking his lips, slowly withdrew the fingers that had been lodged in Ajin’s mouth all this time. Ajin let out a shrill scream.

“You’re crazy… Don’t say things like that!”

His flushed face was crimson with heat and embarrassment. Seokju chuckled deeply and kissed Ajin’s cheek. He even licked up the sweet saliva that had oozed out from Ajin’s bitten lips.

“You were the one who wanted this, so why are you getting embarrassed?”

“I, I didn’t mean for it to be like this…”

“Then, what do you want me to do?”

“Well, um, I don’t really have anything else in particular I want you to do…”

Ajin bit his lip in contemplation. Seokju sucked on Ajin’s earlobe and then let go.

“Shall we stop?”

Ajin shook his head adamantly. Seokju let out an amused chuckle and brought his saliva-wrinkled fingers back to Ajin’s rear entrance. The loosened opening gaped open as soon as the fingers touched it, clamping onto the fingertips. Ajin exhaled a hot breath and looked up at Seokju.

“How are you so calm about this? You said it was your first time, but you’re just sucking on… there so casually.”

“I’ve imagined it countless times.”

“Imagined? So you’ve wanted to do this all along?”

Seokju’s finger slid in. It was long and quite thick. No wonder Ajin’s rear had swallowed it so easily, after how persistently Seokju had sucked on it. But the unfamiliar sensation still made Ajin’s body tense up.

Seokju stroked Ajin’s thigh as he replied.

“I had wanted to do it.”

“Ugh… But why didn’t you suggest it then?”

“Just imagining it was the most I could hope for.”

“…I don’t understand what you mean.”

“That was already enough for me. You always exceed my expectations.”

Ajin tilted his head questioningly, but Seokju gave a faint smile and kissed his pretty forehead.

“I’ll do well.”

“…”

“I’ll do a good job, Ajin.”

It wasn’t the most fitting thing to say. Was he saying he would do well at s3x, or that he would generally treat Ajin well? The latter, probably. Just as Ajin was about to say “You’re already doing more than enough-“, the fingers in his rear made a wide, circling motion. The sensitized wrinkles twitched, following the fingers, and the unattended inner walls shrank back in surprise at the intruding digits.

Still, it was tolerable. He may not have experienced this bodily, but he knew from his past life that this was a necessary step, one he had to endure.

Ajin hugged the pillow tightly and withstood Seokju’s fingers. From one, they became two, and soon three. By then, beads of sweat had formed on Ajin’s brow. Two had been manageable, but three was too much. The stretched rear felt on the verge of tearing, and the fullness was uncomfortable.

Just as Ajin was about to tell Seokju that was enough and to just penetrate him, Seokju, observing Ajin’s expression, rubbed a spot right behind Ajin’s lower abdomen. In that instant, a tingle ran down Ajin’s spine. His half-limp member twitched and regained strength.

“Ah…”

Ajin’s eyes grew hazy with pleasure. That sensation. Excluding the climax, the greatest pleasure one could experience through s3x. The very sensation he had yearned for.

Pushing the pillow aside, Ajin looked up at Seokju. His gaze conveyed that he was ready. Seokju, who had been rubbing and scratching that spot, hastily withdrew his fingers. The resilient rear entrance sucked his fingers out with a slurping sound.

Seokju’s face set in a determined expression as he lifted Ajin and sat him on his own lap. Clinging to Seokju’s neck and back, Ajin gazed at him with a dazed expression, unsure of the reason for the sudden change in position.

Seokju quickly removed his own pants. Then he grabbed Ajin’s hand and pulled it towards his shockingly erect p3nis.

“You have to put it in.”

“Me?”

“If I do it, I might hurt you.”

“…”

Ajin stared down at Seokju’s member, almost overflowing in his hand. It was still the same as he remembered – huge, long, thick, and imposing. The engorged glans, hardened like stone after enduring lust for so long, and the menacingly protruding veins looked more grotesque than the one Ajin knew.

And as if excited by Ajin’s gaze, it twitched and moved, like a living serpent.

Ajin took a deep breath. For a moment, he thought about running away, but he had begged for this himself. He had to see it through like a real man. Steeling his resolve, Ajin started moving Seokju’s p3nis up and down.

“Phew…”

Seokju exhaled a thick breath. The exhalation brushed lightly against Ajin’s cheek and nose bridge. Gazing into Seokju’s eyes, contorted with pleasure, Ajin positioned the solid flesh at his own rear entrance and sank down.

Seokju held Ajin’s hips with one hand to help him maintain balance, and gently massaged his buttocks with the other.

Soon, the glans was caught by the entrance. Slick with Seokju’s saliva and relaxed enough to gape open even at rest, the hole eagerly sucked in the tip of the p3nis.

But that was as far as it went.

The glans, about the size of a golf ball, could not fully enter Ajin’s body and remained stuck there. Just the glans alone had Ajin’s rear stretched taut.