My Bloody Valentine - 111

“Ugh…”

Taeshin’s body was completely enveloped. With his inner walls squeezing tightly, a muffled groan escaped from Taesin’s throat. Taeshin, with just the tip inserted, looked at Han’s face.

“Does it hurt?”

Taeshin whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Ugh…”

Despite the immense pressure, Han shook his head.

The question of whether it hurt suddenly made Han feel like he might cry. This was the first time Taeshin had asked that.

Taeshin’s every word and caress were a reminder that he was different from the previous Jang Taeshin. Han’s heart was overflowing, on the verge of tears.

“I’m going to put it in.”

He said, as if to prepare Han.

The engorged shaft slowly pushed into the space between the white buttocks. Han took a deep breath, tilting his head back and trembling thighs. It felt as if his body was being split in two.

Taeshin slowly withdrew the partially inserted p3nis until just the tip remained, then gently stroked Han’s cheek, as if soothing him. He then checked Han’s condition again.

“Now.”

“Ugh… I-I’m okay…”

Barely managing to steady his breathing, the insertion began again. Unlike before, when he would thrust in greedily, Taeshin moved incredibly slowly. The strong tension in his clenched jaw showed how difficult it was for him to resist the urge to move faster.

Eventually, the thick shaft gradually parted Han’s insides and sank in deeply. Just when Han thought it was all the way in, it went even deeper, painfully restricting his breathing.

Taeshin’s spine arched as the bulbous head pressed deep inside. The intense pleasure was almost suffocating, veins protruding on his forehead and his lower abdomen aching.

Slow thrusting began. As Taeshin gradually pulled back, the clinging inner walls were drawn out with the movement of his shaft.

“Mmm…”

The sensation of Taeshin’s p3nis slowly sliding in and out was overwhelmingly vivid. The sticky sound of it withdrawing made Han embarrassed, wishing he could just scream to cover it up.

“Just… do it however you want.”

“I am.”

“You know what I mean… Just do what you want…”

Already having seen everything, Han averted his gaze, clutching the bed sheets. Dissatisfied, Taeshin pulled Han’s hand, placing it on his own shoulder.

“Then how about this? Like this?”

With a thud, the massive p3nis plunged in deeply.

“Ow!”

“Is this better, pounding you like this?”

Thud, thud, thud.

Taeshin’s p3nis thrust roughly three times in succession. The area around his eyes flushed red, almost as if he were climaxing.

Impaled by the relentless deep penetration, Han’s body stiffened, twisting his hips. This allowed Taeshin to quickly slide his arm into the gap between the mattress and Han’s lower back.

Taeshin lifted Han’s waist firmly against his own body, then began powerfully thrusting upwards.

“Ah, aah, ah, ah!”

Broken moans spilled out. With each severed syllable, the huge p3nis buried itself inside.

“I can’t… take it anymore.”

“Nngh, aaah…!”

Lifting Han’s weight with one hand, Taeshin’s movements became more frantic as he drove upwards. Han cried out. Each time the rock-hard head stabbed in, his vision flickered like a strobe light.

Taeshin tightly embraced Han’s upper body, panting as he frantically rocked his hips. Even during this moment of s3x with Han, the surging desire was making him nauseous.

Taeshin’s brow furrowed darkly.

The protective instinct and lust were clashing fiercely within him. But amidst it all, his relentless thrusting into Han’s body continued, unable to stop devouring him like a starving beast.

Through the tears blurring his vision, Han could make out Taeshin’s strained expression.

“Fvck… I can’t hold back.”

“It’s okay, nngh, it’s okay…”

The trembling voice was as fragile as a candle in the wind. Hearing his name from Han’s lips made Taeshin’s heart thump heavily.

Sighing, Taeshin lowered his head, showering kisses on Han’s forehead, nose, and cheeks, even as he continued the relentless rocking of his hips.

“Open your mouth.”

The commanding tone was desperate, like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Han obediently opened his mouth as he told him to. His small, bright red lips parted, revealing his wet, pointed pink tongue that poked out.

It was so adorable that he couldn’t stand it. Han opened his mouth so he could kiss him, and down below he accepted his manhood.

Taeshin sucked Han’s tongue hungrily. Their two tongues entangled outside their mouths, and saliva dripped down the corners of Han’s lips. Taeshin plunged his tongue into Han’s moist, fruit-like mouth.

“Mmm…”

An eerily low moan reverberated from Taeshin’s throat.

Taeshin’s tongue invaded Han’s mouth. The wet, sticky sound of their intertwined tongues sticking and unsticking filled Han’s ears. Below and above, everything was being disrupted by Taeshin.

Taeshin rubbed the inside of Han’s mouth as he thrust deeply into his lower body. The sensation of being stirred inside made Han shudder as if struck by lightning. Whimpering moans escaped through the lips Taeshin’s tongue was penetrating.

“Ah!”

Taeshin sucked and pulled on Han’s reddened lower lip before lowering his head. His lips traveled down his chin, across his collarbone, and onto his chest, leaving red marks in their wake.

Taeshin bit and sucked on Han’s skin as his desire directed him. His back arched and his hot lips engulfed his n1pples and areolas.

“Ow! Ah, nnnh…”

Taeshin’s hot lips sucked on Han’s br3ast flesh and bit his n1pple until it almost bled.

Every time his tongue circled his erect n1pple, and each time his sharp teeth grazed his areola, the area he was devouring tightened. Taeshin thrust his hips in rhythm with these sensations.

He wanted to pound into him fully, but his movements were limited, so his lips detached. The moist area around his chest tingled.

Taeshin realized why he had become so absorbed in s3x with Han. When he relentlessly stimulated his pleasure points, driving him to distraction, at least in those moments Han was wholly his.

If only he could stop thinking and just think about himself. If that’s not possible, he just wished he could become a fool.

He wanted to completely fill Han’s life, but that seemed forever impossible, so he hoped that at least for one night he could possess all of him.

“Nnnh… Taeshin…”

But now Han himself reaches out and embraces him, calling his name.

“Ah…”

The fierce desire that forgot even to cherish and accommodate was gradually consuming Taeshin.

The solid tip pushed past Han’s prostate, burrowing into the deepest recesses and displacing his insides. Along with the dizzying pleasure, his eyes stung and tears soon brimmed at the corners.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Han felt like he was plunging down the steep drop of a frightening amusement park ride.

“No. Open your eyes.”

“Nnnh, ah…”

“Look at me.”

“No, ahh, I don’t want to…”

Taeshin repeated over his closed eyes.

“Look at me.”

Taeshin had always wanted Han’s gaze to be upon him. In fact, it had always been that way. Even during their intimacy, if he would try to turn away, he would demand that he look at him. Sometimes when entering him from behind, he would grab his hair to tilt his head, forcing him to meet his eyes and kiss him.

Eventually their eyes locked, and as if that were a signal, Taeshin’s movements became more frenzied. Bracing one hand beside Han’s head and grasping his thigh with the other, he pounded into him relentlessly. His rock-hard shaft cleaved his delicate insides, ruthlessly plunging in and out.

“Ah! Nnnh, aah!”

The wet, slapping sounds of flesh colliding echoed loudly, along with Han’s cries growing ever higher.

The area between his quivering buttocks was burning hot as Taeshin’s thick member pistoned in and out. Han’s erect shaft rubbed against Taeshin’s lower abdomen, and his mind was slowly becoming numb.

He felt his eye roll back and his facial muscles tense up. Quickly, Han groped for a pillow beside him and covered his face with it.

“No.”

Taeshin knocked the pillow to the floor. Han hurriedly reached for another to hide his face.

“No. Show me your face.”

Taeshin commanded in a soft but forceful tone.

“No, this is weird…”

Taeshin grabbed Han’s hands that were trying to cover his face and pulled them down. Then he whispered with an achingly sweet voice.

“I said you’re pretty.”