Double Junk - 200

“Aah…”

Ajin hung his head low, furrowing his brow. Seokju peppered Ajin’s cheek with kisses and murmured, “It’s okay to stop if it’s too difficult.”

Ajin shook his head adamantly. Then, biting his lip, he began to lower his body. Creases formed on Seokju’s brow as well.

The penetration was arduous. Enduring the throbbing in his hips, Ajin managed to swallow the glans, and even took about a third of the shaft’s length, but no more would go in. His insides felt completely full. The nausea and churning in the depths of his throat made him feel like he might vomit.

Ajin’s hair was soaked with sweat. The expression on Seokju’s face, as he stroked Ajin’s hair, was also deeply troubled. He gently rocked Ajin’s flaccid member, but Ajin could not make any progress.

Unable to go on, Ajin finally collapsed onto Seokju’s chest. His quivering thighs braced on his knees. Scratching Seokju’s forearm, he mumbled,

“Hyung, ugh, hyung…”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Help me, ugh, help. I can’t do this alone…”

Help me, I’m so alone… The words slurred weakly from his parted lips.

The awkwardly lodged p3nis was not pleasurable at all, only torturous. But Ajin knew full well how it would feel when it was fully sheathed, thoroughly filling his rear, so he couldn’t give up.

With Ajin’s face buried in Seokju’s broad chest, his shallow breaths, Seokju placed a short kiss on his temple. Then he widely spread one of Ajin’s buttocks to the side, and with his other hand, traced the contracted ring. He was checking if it had torn.

“Nngh…”

Ajin let out a small moan. His abdomen felt bloated, but his feverish rear was still hypersensitive. Whenever Seokju’s fingers scratched and rubbed the taut, stretched wrinkles, a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine.

Seokju slowly pulled Ajin’s body down, gently scratching the wrinkles. Ajin’s cheeks would swell and then deflate repeatedly. It was agonizing yet pleasurable. Pleasurable yet agonizing.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Seokju peppered Ajin with kisses, while persistently thrusting his p3nis in. Ajin clenched and released his fists, groaning. And just when he felt like he might actually vomit, Seokju’s shaft slid in fully, leaving just two knuckles’ worth exposed.

“Ugh, uh…”

“Aah… Ajin, you’re so tight.”

Seokju exhaled a sharp breath at the vice-like grip of the rear. Every time Ajin panted, the hole would twitch restlessly. His vision turned crimson. He had to muster all his willpower to keep his composure. This was just the beginning, yet his palms were already tingling. The wicked urge to roughly grab and knead Ajin was gnawing at Seokju’s mind.

As he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, a warm hand pressed against his shoulder. It was Ajin, his eyes reddened at the rims. Locking their lips, Ajin braced his knees and slowly began to lift his hips, withdrawing the p3nis halfway before pushing back down with difficulty.

“Ugh…”

Flat beads of sweat trailed down Ajin’s jawline. He couldn’t hide the strain, yet he kept moving his body. Seokju gazed at him intently.

Ajin had a subtle stubbornness. Determination and resolve. Once he set his mind to something, he would tenaciously see it through, even in s3x.

Seokju peppered kisses along the sweat on Ajin’s temple, the trails down his jaw, and the reddened corners of his eyes. But Ajin suddenly jerked his head up, swallowing a sob.

“Why, ugh, why is it just painful…?”

His glistening cheeks were full of irritation. He had moved quite a bit, yet it was still just painful, making him annoyed. This wasn’t what he had hoped for. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Suddenly, a flush of heat rose. His neck felt scalding, and his vision spun. Ajin drooped over Seokju’s shoulder like seaweed.

“It’s hot… Please, hyung…”

“…”

Seokju took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling. Countless thirsts, yearnings, confusions, and desires flickered across his dark eyes. After a moment of deliberation, Seokju firmly gripped Ajin’s buttocks. Then he lifted Ajin’s body, slowly pulling the p3nis out, before swiftly pushing it back in, scratching that same spot Ajin had felt earlier.

“Hic…”

Ajin’s body straightened out. The arms clinging to Seokju’s neck, the limp legs, the drooping head, even his flaccid member – everything tensed up. It seemed Seokju had properly hit that spot. Thankfully, it didn’t hurt.

Well, that was good. It was good, but…

Ajin’s rear was in turmoil. Clenching and pulsing around Seokju’s p3nis, it had him completely enthralled. As Seokju gnawed on the inside of his cheek, trying to regain control, Ajin began clumsily rocking his hips, enveloping Seokju fully.

“There, there…”

The soft sways of Ajin’s hair disoriented Seokju’s vision. The hot breath on his cheek, and the navy blue eyes, glistening with tears even more than usual, in which Seokju was completely reflected.

“…”

Seokju’s eyes darkened to an unfathomable depth. In that moment, the reason and restraint he had stubbornly clung to for over a decade evaporated without a trace.

Seokju regripped Ajin’s buttocks. Then he pulled the p3nis out further than before, and sharply pulled Ajin’s body down. A crude, squelching sound echoed from below.

“Ah…”

The forceful assault on his prostate once again made Ajin’s vision blur. His mouth fell open limply, and tears trailed down the corners of his eyes. The adequately-sized member twitched and trembled, the urethra squirming, before suddenly ejaculating thick, warm semen.

The invigorated p3nis, after the long-awaited climax, released a generous amount of semen, so much that it even dampened Seokju’s chin.

Ajin shivered and trembled intermittently, savoring the peak of pleasure. Seokju, his pupils reduced to mere specks, hungrily watched and licked up the spurted semen. Feeling the contracting inner walls from the aftereffects of Ajin’s orgasm, he began moving Ajin again.

There was no need to be careful anymore. The loosened rear entrance now gaped greedily, wanting to swallow the p3nis even more, and Ajin’s moans melted sweetly. As everything became soft and pliable, the only thing growing increasingly rigid was Seokju’s member.

“Ack! Ah, mmh, aah!”

“Hah, ugh…”

Seokju vigorously rocked Ajin’s hips up and down. Ajin clung to him, undulating his body. With the two men losing themselves and rocking so forcefully, the bed creaked and swayed violently.

“Ah, ah, aaah, mmh!”

Ajin, tightly embracing Seokju’s head, fluttered his eyelids. His entire body felt tingly from the p3nis plunging deep inside. Every time his prostate was scratched, kneaded, and pushed, his already-spent member twitched, trying to release something else.

The relentless pounding of the p3nis felt indescribably good. So much so that even the aching in his lower abdomen felt pleasant. It was as if his very hair was standing on end.

The sensitized rear entrance could acutely feel every detail of Seokju’s p3nis – the mushroom-shaped glans, the solid shaft, the bulging veins. Whenever the ridge of the glans tickled the wrinkles, or his slick, sweat-dampened body would slide and graze Ajin’s prostate, or he could feel Seokju’s saliva-coated member dragging against the walls, he automatically locked their lips.

“It feels good, hic, it feels good, hyung…”

His fingers kept curling like claws. He ended up scratching Seokju’s forearms, biceps, shoulders, and back with his blunt nails, and every time, Seokju’s thick brows would furrow. It looked so enticing that Ajin wanted to torment him more.

So he would clench his rear tightly, or deliberately arch his hips to tease when Seokju tried to push in deeper. Then Seokju would pant raggedly, like a beast, and grip Ajin’s buttocks, yanking him down harshly.

The rock-hard p3nis pulsed, buried to the hilt in Ajin’s depths. Ajin squirmed. The intense pleasure made his spine feel like it was melting.

Ajin’s body temperature kept rising. The rear entrance eagerly pulling in Seokju’s member grew hotter as well. His skin flushed a peculiar pink. Warm, pliant, like freshly-made rice cakes, Seokju’s forehead veins stood out prominently against Ajin.

Seokju laid Ajin down on the bed. Then, grasping Ajin’s slender legs to drape them over his shoulders, he embraced the thighs and forcefully shoved the partially exposed p3nis back in.

“Ahhh…”

Ajin’s buttocks tensed. Seokju kneaded the firm flesh as he pistoned his hips. His increasingly frantic, savage thrusts toward the climax became endless. The damp hair on Ajin’s forehead flapped dully. The lewd sounds of skin slapping skin – shlick, slick, smack – echoed.

“Mmh, ah, ah, hng, aah, ah!”

Every time the p3nis pounded his depths, every time it gouged his prostate, Ajin cried out frantically. He’d scratch Seokju’s boulder-like knees, or smile in a somehow lacking way, reveling in the other’s heavy-lidded gaze.

“It feels good, ow, good, ah, mmh! Hyung…”

With Ajin clenching and tormenting him in every wicked way, Seokju’s p3nis swelled dramatically. Clenching his teeth, he bent over Ajin. The remaining two knuckles’ worth of the shaft slowly pushed in deeper. The intense pressure drained the color from Ajin’s flushed face.