He cut off the rest of the sentence, dipped his head a little, and bit his lower lip as he smiled. The smile looked shy—totally at odds with what he’d just said—and for some reason it made heat spark low in my body. I wanted the man in front of me. I pushed my fingers in deeper on my own, which until now had only been moving to match his lead. The temperature in his eyes shot up the instant he watched me.
“Mm, hnngh... hngh...”
It was my first time touching my own anal like this... and the awareness that his fingers were inside that anal together with mine... egged me on. He didn’t take his eyes off a single tiny reaction that flickered across my face and vanished.
With him, I pumped my arm hard. I dropped and lifted my hips in repeats, even finding a rhythm to match the hand spearing me inside.
“Not kidding, are you.”
Voice held down low, he muttered that and stretched the arm that had been around my waist, then shoved my soaked underwear—half peeled down already and stretched out of shape—carelessly lower. My jeans, zipper gaping, had long since slipped and were bunched mid-calf.
When I rubbed my forehead against his shoulder and looked down, my cock was flushed and swollen, slick all over. Each time he and I probed inside, my penis flopped everywhere—up, down, to the side—swinging foolishly.
I couldn’t meet his face, but I couldn’t look away from what was happening below. I felt his gaze over my head, watching down with me, his breath rough and sawing.
If my hand slowed, he refused to indulge me and sped up. In my field of vision, his arm—thick, firm, and sleek, muscles and veins taut—was driving into me. With every thrust, my cock bounced.
“Ah—hngh, hngh—ugh.”
Just as the surge of arousal seemed to flood my chest, I felt, without fail, a sudden gush from the glans like fluid being spat up. But it wasn’t the same as the precum I’d known before. It resembled the feeling of climax, yet unlike ejaculation—which leaves you emptied out, as if something is over—this swelled my desire as if my body were about to burn.
The fluid running down my wildly wobbling shaft couldn’t hold its own weight and stretched in strings through the air, leaving a few round marks on the gray floor. It was a primal, feral scene, like a starving animal drooling in front of meat.
Flushed by the visual stimulus, I let out a sobbing kind of moan and twisted a fist in his shirt.
“Haa... hngh... ha—kh....”
My movement stayed smooth, but my breathing went completely off-beat. Panting with my mouth open like someone complaining of hyperventilation, I kept ramming inside with him, rubbing my whole body against his for support.
A hand climbed my back and came over my shoulder to sweep my hair; he kissed my forehead over and over. When I tipped my chin, he lowered his head at once and sucked my lips. Scent pulsed in the air, and red haze smoked through my head.
A lot of precum ran down my shaft, into my palm, and between my thighs; maybe it rode my fingers and got pulled inside my inner wall, because the slick that seeped between his fingers and mine made filthy, wet mating sounds from within. Even the feel of fluid dripping from my penis, from my beta, pooling and sliding over the tender skin of my inner thighs, made my hair stand on end.
“Feel that? Tightening and loosening... It’s incredible in there right now.”
He gripped my jaw, nipped my lower lip, and crooked the fingers inside me. From under my half-lidded eyes, his gaze studied me—bluer than usual, so intense it felt cold.
“When Seo Ihyeon squeezes like this... do Seo Ihyeon’s fingers feel good too? The way I feel good right now? I suddenly want to know.”
Huh? How is it?—he added, teasing and sly, and I looped my arms around his neck to pull him down. He bent to give me his ear, and I pressed my cheek flush to his. I pushed out my tongue and wet his ear. He moved his head up and down, rubbing our cheeks together. Focusing on the heat blooming inside me, trying to be honest, I opened my mouth.
“Just...”
“...”
“I’m... turned on.”
At the word turned on, his whole body went taut for a beat.
“Mm, feels like more than just turned on.”
He went on in a whisper about how damp and soft the inner wall was—ready for insertive sex. And as if to prove his point, he deliberately scraped along the pooled fluid inside to make a wetter, dirtier sound and a fine, maddening stimulus.
“Hnngh... ngh—ugh.”
“Me too. Since Seo Ihyeon is leaking this well, this much... I’m... really, really turned on too.... Should I take my fingers out and put something else in? Put that in and finish?”
Irregular breaths, rough with arousal, were woven through his voice. That obscene whisper breathed against my chest, and once again my inner wall tightened of its own accord.
At this rate I was going to come standing. Our sessions usually ran for hours, so when I was in bed with him I had to delay the first release as much as possible. Without weighing pros and cons, I nodded.
Two fingers slowly withdrew. Even the sensation of retreat was stimulating; I hunched my shoulders, and I had to grip the base of my cock to keep from coming. The instant his fingers slipped out, I lowered my head and pretended to focus on undressing so he wouldn’t notice the seep of fluid leaking through the not-yet-closed gap.
In the meantime, I kicked off the jeans pooled at my ankles and tugged off my stretched, soaked underwear. The underwear... would probably have to be thrown out. He, watching me from a step away, finished peeling off my T-shirt for me.
Once I was naked, the sound of rain finally slipped into my ears. It was loud enough to prickle, like I was standing bare in a downpour—made me sheepish to realize I’d been so focused I hadn’t heard it at all.
Awkward, I stood and rubbed my shoulder with one arm crossed over my chest, and with the other hand tried to cover my cock—hard to do thanks to how much it jutted. His gaze sluicing down my whole body only made it throb more.
“Can’t take it,” he muttered like talking to himself, then, unbuttoning his shirt, he found my wrist that was covering my cock, took it, and led me to the bed. Past the partition wall into the bedroom, he sat me on the edge.
The bed had two thick mattresses stacked with a topper—so high it reached his groin—so despite the simple design, it felt a little luxurious to me.
Through the open line of buttons, his chest peeked between the parted shirt. I glanced as I climbed onto the bed; he looked down at his own chest and chuckled, then nipped the tip of my nose.
“Someone’s eager.”
With a trace of that smile still on his face, he stepped back, undid the belt buckle, and pulled down the zipper. He didn’t hesitate: he yanked down black briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was so elastic and heavy you could call it an eruption.
He bent to strip everything off his lower half and came toward me with all traces of laughter gone from his face, then slowly pressed a hand to my chest. I lay back across the bed; he pushed my legs up to set my knees. The rain suddenly sounded loud again.
“Mmh... uuh, ngh....”
Just the brush of his fully rigid cock along the backs of my thighs made my body twist on the mattress. My glutes clenched and my anal tightened. Watching all of it, he shrugged off his shirt and, pushing my knees outward, spread my legs wider.
Aware of him forcing my legs open, I bit my lower lip. My right hand slid down my inner thigh toward my groin. His hot palm traced the tracks my fluids had left earlier.
He slid his hand to where my cheeks parted into a groove and rubbed my wet perineum.
“Hnn—... hhh....”
When I moaned and braced my thighs, he kept his face between my legs and only lifted his eyes to look at me. He was just as aroused—enough to look like he was glaring with resentment or anger.
Holding my gaze, he planted his hands on my raised knees and came closer. His erection rubbed the tender inner skin of my spread thighs. I couldn’t look away from the supple roll of his hips that screamed sex.
Even lying down, I was breathless.
My lower belly, stuck to the hard length, and my sweat-sheened chest swelled and fell in a fast cycle. When his shaft changed angle and slid over the split seam of his balls, pressing there, I widened the space between my knees without anyone telling me to. His eyebrows twitched as he looked down.
The want built from back in the other room crested; worry about how ridiculous I looked was no longer in the equation. I stroked around my cock with my hand and looked up at him with a gaze that was naked invitation. Because of the rain, the unlit room had gone dusky earlier than usual; his blue eyes gleamed.
I hadn’t known I had this in me, but sometimes his reactions to my sudden moves came back as a sharp thrill.
Like now—his face focused between my legs with the wide-eyed look of a green, late-blooming youth seeing someone else’s genitals for the first time.
“...”
I slid my hands deeper from stroking either side of my groin and toyed around my beta where we’d just been in and out together. His eyes widened, his breathing roughened, and shoulders like stone walls heaved. He didn’t seem aware of it, but the hands gripping my knees tightened hard.
When I pulled the entrance wide from both sides to show it a little, he made a strangled noise and took one hand to his own cock. Standing before me with my butt on the edge of the bed and my legs open, he grabbed the base of his already iron-hard shaft.
“Hh—ungh... krkh.”
Just the sensation of his swollen glans setting itself at my beta’s entrance and pressing steadily made me buck my hips and claw the sheets. He flicked his tongue, wiping sweat from my forehead and temples with a forearm, and stroked my twitching lower belly.
“I used to laugh at that crap about every guy but me being a wolf—said it’s what insecure, half-baked idiots say....”
“...”
His glans, slick with a lot of alpha-grade precum, kept slipping—rubbing just at the entrance as if about to push in and then sliding off. The teasing contact made my lower body flinch, unable to stay still.
“Feels like I need to join those half-baked idiots.”
He sighed and slowly pressed the glans in; even with just the head inside, the pressure rolled over me like something pressing down my whole body, and I lifted my chin and worked my lips.
“Ha... uh... hngh... ngh.”
He grabbed my side. Trembling in fine spasms, I lifted damp eyes to find him; because the bed’s height didn’t quite match the level of his cock, he spread his legs for a lower center of gravity, and with only the glans inside, he rocked shallowly to train the entrance.
“Handsome and cute, and the body’s great. And on top of that you’re sexy... how could I not be anxious.”
“...”
Joke or serious? I searched his face.
His words made me blush more than the situation between my legs, taking his glans.
He leaned his upper body over me as I turned my head away and laced his fingers with mine. Then he brought our joined hands to my mouth and kissed my knuckles.
“Kkh. Ugh. Hngh....”
Because he leaned closer, the heat pushed in deeper; I bit my lip and rolled my hips. From up close, his eyes devoured every reaction I made. His wet breath poured over my face.
“Getting this bold on the bed... Of course I love it, and I’d welcome it even if my daily life became impossible because Seo Ihyeon turned so filthy... but on the other hand I keep getting anxious.”
“That’s... really, not it.”
“What isn’t.”
If we were talking about being anxious because of the other person’s appeal, I could claim the world title. The person who made me world number one in that category was now talking about his own anxiety, so I truly couldn’t relate.
“Are you saying you can’t agree about Seo Ihyeon being attractive right now?”
He narrowed his eyes and snapped his hips, shoving in deeper without warning. I had to swallow my moan and cling to our laced hands. He pinned my hands to the sheet and laid his chest over mine.
He rocked his hips, rubbing a hot tongue along my ear. Every time he lifted and slammed his hips, something deep inside me whined. His penis still wasn’t even halfway in, but the sensation of my inner wall splitting was stark.
“Hhn—hngh. Hngh. Haah.”
Panting at the packed-full pleasure of deep penetration, I wrapped my legs around his waist without realizing it. He paused a beat and sighed like steadying his breath. He brought our laced hands to my lips and nipped at my finger joints.
“You say it isn’t and then do this. Where did you see and learn to act like this?”
“Unh...”
He licked carefully along the complex folds of my ear and whispered how much my movements were turning him on.
He told me I was good.
He spoke about the searing burn that felt like it scorched the glans when forcing open a clamped entrance and pushing in, and the dense pressure that felt like the entire shaft was being chewed when he wedged through a tight inner wall, muscles biting down.
And how, despite that resistance and stiffness, the more we repeated the penetration, the more his shaft rubbed along the mucosa, the more the raised rim of the glans scraped across the prostate, the softer it got, the more it opened, the wetter it turned, until in the end my beta clung and wrapped his cock, slick and greedy—he whispered about that passionate honesty.
Listening to all those explicit words—at times almost academic—I moaned like I was losing my mind, shook my head, rolled my hips, and squeezed down on him. He, too, soaked me inside with precum, and with wet, obscene noises he drove me further and further in.
Looking down at my begging, twisted face, he rolled his pelvis slowly side to side. Even the scrape of his pubic hair on my tender skin made me shudder.
“Then you can just show me. How sexy Seo Ihyeon is.”
