Double Junk - 91

It’s challenging to endure Seokju. For the past few days, it has been unusually tough and painful. Every time he forced his way in, tearing through the back, the thought of just dying right there had crossed Ajin’s mind hundreds of times.

But now, strangely, he felt no pain at all. Of course, Seokju, having taken some medicine, generously poured a considerable amount of slippery oil behind him. However, it wasn’t like before, when he licked Ajin’s back like he did in their previous encounters or carefully unraveled him with his fingers. Despite being swollen, being pierced from behind caused no pain.

Of course, it wasn’t pleasant either. The effect of the medicine couldn’t turn pain into pleasure. Ajin was just like a foolish fish, flopping aimlessly in the water, not knowing how to swim.

However, perhaps the groaning sounds Ajin made while squirming aroused Seokju. Seokju grabbed Ajin’s hips and lifted them slightly. Then, he forcefully inserted his member from top to bottom.

At that moment, a profound pleasure pierced Ajin’s body.

“Ah….”

Ajin moaned, tilting his head back. A mysterious light poured endlessly over his enlarged pupils. A tingling sensation like an electric current tickled his lower abdomen. The member, which had been flaccid, suddenly erected, twitching with each thrust.

Ajin’s body trembled with the aftermath of pleasure. His hand, gripping the edge of the bathtub, slipped down as his body swayed.

Seokju wrapped his arms around Ajin’s chest and stomach, pulling him closer. The two bodies of the kneeling figures pressed against each other. Behind Ajin, Seokju’s thick chest and well-defined abs adhered perfectly. Ajin’s posture allowed Seokju’s body to tightly encase his lower abdomen.

Seokju continued to firmly squeeze Ajin’s lower abdomen, thrusting his member deeply. The sensation of Ajin’s cold skin on his palm, the shivering flesh every time he penetrated, and the smooth belly that swelled and then flattened with each movement, pleased Seokju immensely.

“Ugh, ah, huh….”

Ajin gripped Seokju’s palm, which was enveloping his stomach. It didn’t have any particular meaning; it was just that he had nowhere else to put his wandering hands. However, Seokju suddenly paused. He held Ajin’s lower abdomen with his hand and stayed still for a moment.

Ajin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Why, why….”

Ajin awkwardly pulled his waist forward and pushed it back. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed softly. In the thick pleasure, Ajin emitted sweet moans, “Uh….” and tilted his head back. Naturally, Seokju’s gaze was filled with Ajin’s flushed face.

Seokju stared at that face absentmindedly. Perhaps it was due to the effects of the medicine, the lingering effects of alcohol, or the remnants of emotions he hadn’t completely discarded. Ajin’s face was truly… beautiful. Seokju gazed at him as if he were enchanted by something.

Then, Ajin called out to him with a hoarse voice.

“Boss, please… quickly…”

Ajin wiggled his hips from side to side. Every time Seokju’s member thrust deep into his stomach, a shiver ran down his spine, bringing tears to his eyes.

Ajin moved clumsily, caressing Seokju’s hand, forearm, or rock-like thigh. If they were face to face, he might have pleaded even more. But in this situation, he gave up because he didn’t want to release this thick, hot thing for a moment.

“Uh, ah… Boss, please… sleep?”

Ajin asked with difficulty, lifting his head. At that, Seokju unintentionally chuckled. It seemed Ajin was not in his right mind. Who would sleep in such a situation?

Seokju, who had swallowed dry saliva twice, tightly embraced Ajin. With one hand, he wrapped around the soft chest, and with the other, he covered the belly containing his member. Then, burying his face in the back of Ajin’s neck, Seokju slowly pulled out his member, pushing it back in deeply.

“Ung! Ah….”

Ajin’s body trembled, and his rear entrance contracted vigorously. Unusually, a sound like something falling into water rang out. On the blurry surface of the bathwater, something white, like a small lily, sank. It was Ajin’s semen.

Seokju smirked. His hand, which had been wrapped around Ajin’s lower abdomen, descended, gripping the throbbing member that trembled with the lingering pleasure. With his hot and firm palm, Seokju’s touch made Ajin open his eyes wide and twitch his body.

“No, no… Don’t… Please, don’t touch…”

Ajin weakly swatted away Seokju’s hand. However, Seokju, still holding Ajin’s member, pulled it back and thrust it deep inside. Ajin shivered again in pleasure.

Ajin’s disheveled and melting face, adorned with faint bruises on his cheek, teary eyes, and a swollen lip, belonged to Ajin, the one Seokju loved. Even in this state, he was beautiful and pretty.

Seokju pressed his lips firmly against Ajin’s shoulders, glistening in the light. He sucked on the plump earlobes. It had been a while since he tasted Ajin’s body. Although they hadn’t done much, Ajin’s member twitched.

“Hmm, yes…”

Even with such a subtle movement, Ajin responded by twitching his body. His fingers curled up and then relaxed on their own. Occasionally, his buttocks spasmed, tightening around Seokju’s member, then loosening. From rejecting just moments ago, he now expressed enjoyment in a cheeky and charming manner.

Seokju, moving between Ajin’s buttocks, called him with his distinctive low voice.

“Ajin.”

“Hmm…”

“Ajin. You have to answer.”

“Ugh, ah, yes, yes…”

“Good?”

“Yeah, good…”

“Say you like it. Keep going. Then, let me push harder and deeper.”

“Yeah… Ah, yes! I like it… Boss, I like it…”

Ajin smiled with a hazy expression. Seokju, who had been watching him from above, forcefully pulled out his swollen member, then thrust it back in vigorously.

Ajin’s head moved busily. Thick saliva flowed continuously through his open lips. Seokju, holding Ajin tightly, played with his thick chest, stimulating Ajin’s rear entrance. The muscular arms swelled, and Seokju’s penetrating member became even firmer.

“Hng… Ah! I like it… Boss, I like it… Ugh!”

“Haah…”

“I like it… Ah, ah, hng, I like it… Boss!”

Ajin repeated the words like breathing. Occasionally, mixed with “Boss, Boss,” it was hard to distinguish whether he was expressing a preference for Seokju or simply enjoying it.

Seokju bit his lower lip, observing Ajin’s broad hips. The soreness in his lower abdomen and the numbness in his thighs signaled the approaching climax.

Seokju intensified his movements. Holding Ajin’s hips firmly, he plunged his thick member deeply. Ajin’s buttocks and the back of his thighs, which had been marked with bruises from the intense intercourse of the past few days, now turned crimson with a new layer of reddish hues, delighting Seokju.

With a rhythmic sound, Seokju forcefully gripped Ajin’s hips. Ajin’s fingers, which had lost strength, squeezed Seokju’s arms. At the same time, Seokju forcefully pulled Ajin toward him, slamming the erect member inside.

Ajin’s thighs quivered, and he felt a warm sensation deep inside, as if hot urine was being released. The sensitive inner walls, already inflamed, keenly sensed the scattered semen. How it gathered inside, how it surged, everything was felt with incredible detail.

“Haah… Ajin…”

Seokju groaned, nibbling at Ajin’s shoulder. The throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen and the tingling in his thighs indicated the impending climax.

Seokju moved slowly, thrusting the member into Ajin, then pulling it out. The semen that had gathered inside dripped out through the folds.

“Ah…”

Ajin’s eyelids were half closed. He hugged his waist, but the member was already expelling the fluid.

“Haah… Ajin…”

Seokju, still gripping Ajin’s shoulders, slowly inserted and withdrew his member. The semen that had accumulated inside Ajin’s body spurted out, filling the crevices between the folds.

“Ah…”

Ajin’s eyelids were half closed. He brought his thighs together, but his member was already expelling the milky semen.

Having completed a long climax, Seokju immediately regained his erection without rest. Ajin was pleased by this. In the past, he would have panicked and pushed Seokju away. But now, he swayed his buttocks, playfully welcoming Seokju’s hardened member as if he were an experienced man.

Strangely, despite climaxing twice in a row, it wasn’t tiring at all. It wasn’t that his stamina had improved; it felt more like an inexhaustible surge of energy. It was as if he were stoking a fire with his soul. However, it wasn’t frightening. It seemed perfectly fine to continue shaking his body in pleasure until he burned out.

But suddenly, Seokju withdrew his throbbing member. Startled, Ajin turned to look at him. As he opened his mouth to ask why, Seokju swept away his sweat and water-soaked bangs from his forehead. Then, after a brief kiss on the forehead, Seokju hugged the limp and satisfied Ajin.

The destination was not far away. The two of them left the bathroom and settled on the floor without any need to move. Seokju took a loosely spread-out robe from a laundry basket in front of the bathroom. Placing Ajin on it, Ajin opened his legs without hesitation, embracing Seokju’s waist.

Seokju, without a word, aligned his glans with the repeatedly opening and closing hole, and then slid inside. After a short while, Seokju started again.

Ajin couldn’t keep still. Seokju’s movements made his arms involuntarily scratch, pull, or scratch Seokju’s arms, neck, or back. In those moments, Seokju’s eyes expressed indescribable emotions.

After a while, Seokju realized. While he had released his desires by dominating Ajin, there was something he hadn’t released. What he needed wasn’t just ‘intimacy,’ but ‘intimacy with Ajin.’