Double Junk - 201

“No, no, ah, too deep, ah, wait…”

Ajin pushed against Seokju’s chest. However, Seokju didn’t care and thrust his p3nis in and out vigorously. The speed was incredible. Ajin’s body shook rapidly. It felt like his body would break from the merciless force pounding inside him.

Yet, it felt good. His prostate, stimulated to the point of bursting, and his throbbing insides, his rear hole slick with Seokju’s saliva and pre-cum, made him lose his mind. Ajin’s p3nis twitched, preparing to ejaculate again.

Just when he couldn’t take it anymore. Seokju pulled Ajin’s hips towards him. The thick, hard head of his p3nis scraped his prostate deeply, penetrating all the way to his diaphragm.

Seokju started to ejaculate in that position.

“Ugh… Ajin…”

“Ah… hic…”

Ajin also shot out semen. The white liquid wet Seokju’s chest. His calves stretched over his shoulders, and his toes curled inwards.

A sharp ringing in his ears overwhelmed him, blurring his vision. All he could feel was Seokju’s p3nis deep inside him and the semen pouring out.

Seokju’s semen was hot. It made Ajin’s already heated body even hotter. There was a lot of it too. He could clearly feel the semen penetrating between his already stretched inner walls. His lower abdomen swelled gently. He had to clamp his mouth shut to stop himself from gagging. Tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes.

“Ugh…”

“Ha…”

The two remained connected deeply, frozen for a moment. Occasionally trembling, they spilled the remaining semen onto each other’s chest and deep inside.

Time flowed slowly and thickly. Ajin’s eyelids fluttered from the endless pleasure. Then, Seokju gently stroked his hair and kissed him.

“Ajin. Breathe.”

“Huh…”

“Quickly.”

His low voice tapped at his foggy ears. Seokju pecked his lips and chin repeatedly, stroking his neck and chest. Only then could Ajin let out the breath he had been holding in his chest. His flat chest moved up and down roughly.

Watching this, Seokju felt Ajin’s presence, knowing he was alive in his arms. He bent down and sucked hard on his n1pple, then let go. Ajin shivered from the sharp sensation.

“Ouch…”

Seokju chuckled softly and began moving his hips again. Semen seeped out from between his tightened rear and his inserted p3nis.

His lower abdomen swelled noticeably. Ajin looked down at it with fearful eyes. Seokju had ejaculated inside him three times without pulling out once. Judging by his current movements, it seemed like a fourth time was imminent.

The outside, which had been pouring sunlight, was now covered in darkness. The splendid night view scattered in long afterimages.

Ajin, limp and exhausted, blinked slowly. His vision spun. The pleasure felt like it was crushing him, and the heat was overwhelming. His whole body was drenched in sweat, glistening. Or maybe, it wasn’t just sweat…

“Huh, Ajin…”

It might be because of Seokju’s saliva.

Seokju licked Ajin all over. He licked his mouth and chest, and even licked his eyes and cheeks with his wide tongue. When Ajin raised his arms, he bit and sucked the soft flesh inside. He licked his waist and sides, grabbing his outstretched hands to lick his palms and fingers.

He could feel his tongue licking his heated skin and the saliva left behind. Seokju licked his sweat from his temples, neck, and the sweat pooled between his br3asts as if he hadn’t eaten for days.

He didn’t leave his lips alone either. Whenever he could, he entangled his tongue with his, sucking the saliva that gathered in his mouth. This made his body feel soft and mushy, like a stewed chicken cooked all day in a pot.

Seokju’s body, heated by Ajin’s warmth, was also hot. Being rubbed against, touched, and pressed by such a body made Ajin feel like he was swimming in a sea of fire. Plus, the p3nis pounding heavily in his abdomen, along with all the fluids – his juices, Seokju’s semen, his saliva – felt like hot branding irons. All these liquids mixed together, sticky like honey.

“Huh… it’s hot. It’s so hot…”

Ajin mumbled with a dazed look. It was so hot he thought he might die, asking him to stop, to let him rest, to pull out that thing that seemed stuck to his insides. But he lacked the strength to say it all. All he managed to say was that it was hot.

“…”

But somehow, Seokju’s dark eyes seemed to lose focus even more. He, who had been licking his collarbones and heels, looked down at him. Even while doing so, his massive p3nis slowly thrust into his rear.

Ajin, heated and flushed, was pink all over, like a perfectly ripened peach. No matter where he licked or bit, a sweet taste filled his mouth. His chest, heaving with each breath he took to cool off, was so mesmerizing and beautiful.

Ajin didn’t seem human at all. It was hard to believe he was the same species as him.

“Ajin, haa… just a little, okay? Just a little more…”

Seokju twisted his head to find Ajin’s lips. This made his back arch, lifting his hips, deepening the penetration. His pubic hair scratched his perineum. Ajin’s limp body stiffened. His relaxed rear hole tightened around him.

“Brother, ah, wait, huh, yeah…”

“Ha, Ajin…”

Seokju showered Ajin’s face with kisses. His movements became rough and fast. Ajin closed his eyes tightly. It felt good but was overwhelming, pleasurable yet hard. The heat felt like his body was cooking, Seokju’s p3nis pushing into his prostate sharply, and the semen around it, mixing and becoming slick, was too stimulating and lewd.

Realizing Ajin kept getting pushed upward by his vigorous thrusts, Seokju wrapped an arm around his head, pulling their bodies close, and thrust his p3nis in deeply, again and again.

“Huh, huh…”

“Ugh, yeah, ah, aah… ah! Huh…”

Ajin’s eyes fluttered, unable to focus. His eyelids twitched. Then, when Seokju pushed deep, crushing the back of his abdomen:

“Huh…”

He ejaculated. The semen coming out of his twitching urethra was thinner than before. His body shook with spasms. His muscles contracted with the afterglow of ejaculation. Then, Seokju clenched his teeth and shot out his fourth load of semen.

“Ugh…”

With the p3nis deeply embedded and throbbing, Ajin hunched his neck. Seokju bit his lips again. Ajin’s wet lips, already swollen from being sucked so much, his red lips were terribly good. When he sucked on the limp tongue, a faint, moaning sound came from deep in his throat, a sound so lewd and pretty that no one else could know.

Even while ejaculating, Seokju kept moving his p3nis. He was very pleased with Ajin’s lower half, messed up with his semen. He even had the absurd thought that if he made Ajin come a few more times, his semen would cover not just his insides but his whole body. The idea of shooting his white semen over Ajin’s pink, naked body was so lewd it made his head spin.

Just the thought alone made his p3nis, which had been softening after ejaculation, stiffen again. Like a balloon filling with air, it swelled up quickly.

Feeling this, Ajin’s face turned pale. He pushed Seokju away with his thin arms. Seokju pulled his lips away, grabbed Ajin’s wrists, and pinned them above his head. Then, he shoved his p3nis in deeply.

“Ugh, brother, brother…”

Ajin looked up at Seokju with bewildered eyes. Seokju was right in front of him, close enough that their lips would touch if he just leaned forward. Ajin looked at him desperately, but Seokju’s eyes were strange. They were clearly looking at him with utmost clarity, yet it felt like he wasn’t there.

Like he was in a different dimension. No reaction came even when Ajin scratched his arm, pushed his chest, or called out to him desperately.

Or maybe, Ajin thought, it wasn’t Seokju who was in another dimension but himself.

In this strange confusion, as Ajin squirmed helplessly, Seokju put his weight on him.

“Ugh…”

Ajin’s eyes widened. The p3nis, already as deep as it could go, started to push in even further, little by little. It felt like something inside his abdomen was stretching, tangling, and being pushed.

Even then, Seokju’s thick p3nis was crushing his prostate, and the sensation was more than painful; it was terrifying. It felt like Seokju’s semen had risen to his diaphragm.

Ajin shook his head, no, no… He tried to say it, but only his mouth moved; no voice came out.

He felt like he might die. Even if he didn’t die, something seemed likely to go wrong. Something big seemed about to break.

As Ajin gasped and struggled to breathe, Seokju pushed in until the very end. The base of his p3nis, which hadn’t entered Ajin during their lovemaking, was now enveloped by the warm inner walls.

“Ha…”

With Ajin’s arms bound and him pinned by his own weight, Seokju let out a lazy sigh. Ajin, tears streaming down, called out to him desperately.

“Brother, just a moment… it’s too deep, huh, too deep…”

“Ajin…”

Seokju, his nose buried in Ajin’s hair, started moving his hips. Ajin tried to push him away by tightening his rear, but the semen filling his insides made Seokju slip even deeper.

His lower abdomen moved in waves. It seemed like the thick, round head of the p3nis would burst through his skin. Ajin’s p3nis leaked a milky liquid.