Kapitel 109: chapter 105- 18+
"Ah… it's so much…" Beom-ki whispered, his voice soft yet dripping with unrestrained desire. His legs quivered as he collapsed forward slightly, his body still humming with pleasure.
Yaroslav pulled out slowly, savoring the way Beom-ki clenched around him as if unwilling to let go. He watched with dark, possessive eyes as their combined fluids trickled down Beom-ki's thighs, creating an erotic display that sent another jolt of arousal through him. Beom-ki looked utterly ravished—his flushed skin glistening with sweat, his hair messy, and his lips slightly parted as he struggled to catch his breath.
But it wasn't enough. Not for Beom-ki.
Before Yaroslav could fully recover, Beom-ki turned abruptly, his gaze hazy yet filled with determination. Without a word, he pushed Yaroslav back onto the bed, his smaller frame exuding an unexpected boldness. Yaroslav allowed it, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched Beom-ki climb over him, his need clearly far from sated.
Beom-ki leaned down, his breath warm against Yaroslav's still-sensitive skin. He wrapped his slender fingers around Yaroslav's length, now slick with their mingled release. Without hesitation, he lowered his lips, his tongue darting out to tease the tip.
The taste of them both—salty, musky, and intoxicating—spread across his tongue, sending a shiver through him. He moaned softly, the vibration sending ripples of pleasure through Yaroslav's body.
"Mhhmm…" Beom-ki moaned again, his lips closing around Yaroslav as he began to take him deeper. His movements were unhurried but deliberate, his tongue tracing every ridge and vein, savoring the sensation. He bobbed his head slowly at first, his cheeks hollowing with every pass, drawing Yaroslav further into his mouth.
Yaroslav let out a low chuckle, his hand finding its way into Beom-ki's disheveled hair. He tangled his fingers in the dark strands, guiding Beom-ki's rhythm as he watched him with a mixture of amusement and raw desire. "You're insatiable," he murmured, his voice thick and teasing.
Beom-ki didn't respond. His focus was singular, his world narrowed to the task before him. The wet, slick sounds of his efforts filled the room, punctuated by his soft moans and the occasional gasp from Yaroslav. Each sound seemed to stoke the fire between them, the intensity building once more.
Yaroslav's smirk widened as he tugged gently at Beom-ki's hair, pulling him back slightly. "You're so eager," he said, his tone playful yet edged with command. Beom-ki's lips parted with a soft pop as he looked up, his eyes glazed and his lips swollen.
"Don't stop," Beom-ki whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "I need more… I can't…"
Yaroslav's grin turned wicked. "Then take what you want," he said simply, releasing Beom-ki's hair and lying back with a look of satisfaction.
Beom-ki didn't need further encouragement. He dove back down, his movements more desperate now. His hands gripped Yaroslav's thighs for stability as he took him deeper, his throat tightening around him. The taste, the sensation, the raw connection between them—it was too much, yet not enough.
"Mhhmm… nghhh…" Beom-ki moaned around Yaroslav's length, the vibrations making Yaroslav groan in response. The sounds of their passion—the wet, lewd noises and Beom-ki's muffled cries—filled the room, creating a symphony of raw desire.
Yaroslav's breaths grew heavier, his control slipping as he watched Beom-ki's dedication. His hand returned to Beom-ki's hair, guiding his movements with a firmer grip. "You're going to drive me mad," he muttered, his voice strained yet laced with amusement.
Beom's heart pounded in his chest as he continued, his mind swirling with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. "Why do I want more…? Why can't I stop?" he wondered, the heat in his body refusing to subside.
Beom's trembling hands reached out, wrapping around Yaroslav's impressive girth. Even using both hands, he struggled to fully grasp it, the sheer size making him gulp in anticipation. Undeterred, he leaned forward, his lips parting as he began to take Yaroslav into his mouth.
The heat of Beom's mouth enveloped Yaroslav's length, the slick slide of his tongue drawing a deep groan from the man beneath him. Beom's cheeks hollowed as he sucked, each motion deliberate yet fueled by desperation. His eyes flicked up, glistening with unshed tears as he looked at Yaroslav, seeking approval, yet unable to hide his own need.
With his cheeks puffed out and his lips stretched around Yaroslav's girth, Beom looked vulnerable yet determined, almost like a chipmunk hoarding food. His muffled moans vibrated against Yaroslav, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
"Nghh… hmm…" Beom whimpered, his movements becoming more fervent.
The sight was almost too much for Yaroslav. A low growl escaped his throat as his control began to slip. His hand found the back of Beom's head, his fingers tangling in the dark strands. With a sudden thrust of his hips, Yaroslav pushed himself deeper, eliciting a muffled gasp from Beom.
"Such a good boy," Yaroslav muttered, his voice low and rough. His head tilted back, and his breath hitched as he felt himself reaching the edge.
With a deep groan, Yaroslav spilled into Beom's mouth, his release sudden and hot. The salty taste coated Beom's tongue, some of it dripping messily onto his chest. Beom coughed lightly, but he didn't stop. He swallowed as much as he could, the rest smearing his lips and chin.
"Haaah… haaah…" Beom gasped, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His flushed cheeks and slightly teary eyes gave him an even more vulnerable look. But the ache inside him refused to fade; if anything, it only grew stronger.
"It's still… not enough," Beom whispered, his voice shaky but resolute. His body trembled, but he climbed onto Yaroslav without hesitation, straddling him with his back turned.
Yaroslav raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Still hungry, huh?" he teased, his hands resting on Beom's hips.
Beom didn't reply; instead, he reached down, guiding Yaroslav's still-throbbing length to his entrance. His breath hitched as he slowly lowered himself, his body stretching to accommodate the sheer size.
"Haah… haaah… why is it so big…?" Beom moaned, his voice trembling with a mix of discomfort and pleasure. His hand instinctively moved to his stomach, pressing lightly as if he could feel Yaroslav inside him. "It's filling me up so much…"
Yaroslav's smirk deepened as he watched Beom struggle and adjust. His patience didn't last long, though. Gripping Beom's waist firmly, he began thrusting upward, his powerful movements jolting Beom's body.
"AAAAHHH! Nghhh… I feel weird…!" Beom cried out, his voice high-pitched and desperate. His hands clawed at Yaroslav's thighs, searching for stability as the intense sensations overwhelmed him. "It's too deep… haah…!"
Yaroslav leaned forward slightly, his hands moving with deliberate purpose. One slid between Beom's legs, his fingers finding the sensitive bud and rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. The other hand traveled up Beom's torso, his thumb brushing over a hardened nipple before pinching it lightly.
"Ahhh… nghhh!" Beom's cries grew louder, his body arching under the dual sensations. His hips moved instinctively, grinding down onto Yaroslav's thrusts, each motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through his trembling frame.
In the haze of it all, Beom's thoughts were a jumbled mess. "It hurts… but it feels so good… Why can't I stop? Why do I want more?" he thought, his cheeks burning with both embarrassment and desire.
Yaroslav's deep voice broke through the fog. "You're so beautiful like this, Beom," he murmured, his tone dripping with both amusement and affection. His grip on Beom's waist tightened, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving into him with unrelenting force.
Beom's head lolled back, his moans turning into incoherent babbling as he lost himself completely to the sensations. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with their heavy breaths and Beom's melodic cries.
"Haah… nghh… I'm close…" Beom whimpered, his body shaking as he teetered on the edge. His eyes fluttered shut, and his nails dug into Yaroslav's thighs. "I'm… I'm going to…"
But Yaroslav didn't stop. His movements remained steady, unrelenting, and deliberate as he continued to thrust deeply into Beom. Each motion sent ripples of heat coursing through Beom's trembling body, and the overwhelming sensations blurred the line between pleasure and panic.
"W-Wait! Stop! Please, stop!" Beom cried out, his voice cracking as his trembling hands pressed against Yaroslav's chest, desperately trying to push away. "I-I… I want to pee! Stop—let me go!"
Yaroslav's piercing blue eyes glinted with amusement, his lips curling into a sly grin. Instead of slowing down, his grip on Beom's hips tightened. "Not a chance," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Beom's spine.
"N-No! I mean it! Stop, I—" Beom's protests were cut short as Yaroslav shifted, angling himself to strike deeper with each thrust. The sudden shock of pleasure stole the air from Beom's lungs. His words dissolved into a broken cry as his body arched involuntarily.
"Yaroslav! No—STOP!" Beom's voice hitched, his head tilting back as his breathing became erratic. His heart pounded in his chest, and his thoughts spiraled in a chaotic swirl of sensations. "I-I can't—"
Yaroslav smirked, his rhythm growing more purposeful, each movement hitting Beom's most sensitive spots. "Relax, little one," he teased, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Let it happen."
"Wait… wait… AHHHH!" Beom's words ended in a loud, guttural moan as his body tensed violently. The overwhelming pressure building inside him reached its peak, and his release came in an uncontrollable rush.
It was unlike anything Beom had ever experienced. A sudden, unstoppable flood spilled from him, soaking the sheets and dripping onto Yaroslav's thighs. The sheer force of it left Beom shaking, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.
"Haah… aaah… no…" Beom whimpered weakly, his voice trembling with embarrassment. His eyes filled with tears as he buried his flushed face in his hands. "I-I didn't mean to… I couldn't stop…"
Yaroslav stilled for a moment, his movements halted as he processed what had just happened. His striking blue eyes widened slightly, a rare flicker of surprise crossing his usually composed features. Then, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound rich and amused.
"Well, well…" Yaroslav drawled, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he surveyed the mess between them. His hands caressed Beom's trembling thighs, his touch firm yet oddly gentle. "Beom… did that feel good?"
Beom's only response was a faint whimper as his body slumped forward, his strength utterly spent. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, his skin slick with sweat. His thoughts were a chaotic mess, swinging wildly between embarrassment, shame, and the lingering echo of pleasure. "What's wrong with me? Why did it feel so good? I… I couldn't control it…"
"Beom?" Yaroslav called softly, his voice laced with curiosity and amusement. When there was no response, he tilted his head to get a better look at Beom's face. What he saw made his smirk soften into something almost tender.
Beom's head had lolled to the side, his lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks. His lips were parted slightly as he let out soft, shallow breaths, the tension in his body giving way to exhaustion. His trembling hands slipped limply from Yaroslav's chest, falling to his sides.
"Already out?" Yaroslav muttered, raising an eyebrow. His gaze lingered on Beom, taking in the sight of his delicate, flushed form sprawled against him. The vulnerability in Beom's sleeping expression tugged at something deep within Yaroslav—something he didn't often feel.
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