Bab 108: chapter 104- 18+
Yaroslav's hands found Beom's hips, his touch firm and grounding. He didn't force him to move, but the weight of his hands guided him, their presence steady and commanding. Beom shivered at the contact, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
"You're doing well," Yaroslav murmured, his voice low and steady. The praise sent a thrill down Beom's spine, and he hated himself for how much he wanted to hear more.
"Shut up," Beom muttered, his voice weak but defiant. His hands slid down to grip Yaroslav's thighs, his movements growing bolder as he adjusted to the rhythm.
The sound of their connection filled the room—a wet, rhythmic noise that made Beom's ears burn. "Why does it sound like that?" he thought, embarrassed but unable to stop. Each thrust sent jolts of heat pooling in his stomach, his body moving faster, more desperately.
Yaroslav's gaze never wavered, his hands tightening on Beom's hips as he began to thrust up to meet him. Beom's body arched at the sudden change, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat. "Nghh… mmhmm…" he moaned, his head falling forward as his body trembled with the intensity of it all.
"Look at you," Yaroslav murmured, his voice like a low growl. "You're beautiful like this."
Beom's cheeks burned hotter at the words, his pride screaming at him to push Yaroslav away. But his body refused to obey, his hips grinding down harder as he chased the pleasure that clouded his mind.
"I hate him," Beom thought, his teeth sinking into his lip to stifle a moan. "I hate him so much… but I can't stop…" His movements grew erratic, his body trembling as he lost himself completely in the moment.
Yaroslav's grip on his hips tightened, his thrusts growing more deliberate as he took control of their rhythm. Beom gasped at the shift, his hands clawing at Yaroslav's thighs as he tried to steady himself.
"You feel amazing," Yaroslav murmured, his voice sending a fresh wave of heat through Beom's body. "I knew you would."
Beom glared at him, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. "Don't… nghh… don't talk…" he muttered, his voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over him.
Yaroslav only chuckled softly, his hands sliding up to grip Beom's waist. "You hate how much you love this, don't you?" he said, his tone teasing but laced with something deeper.
Beom didn't answer, his body betraying him as he rode Yaroslav with increasing desperation. His thoughts blurred, consumed by the overwhelming sensations and the intoxicating pull of Yaroslav's presence.
"Why does it feel so good?" he thought, his mind a haze of pleasure and frustration. "Why can't I stop?"
Beom's trembling hands moved to Yaroslav's chest, his fingers splayed against the hard, muscled surface. He pressed down, using the leverage to ride him faster, his hips moving with an almost frantic rhythm. His breath hitched with every motion, his moans growing louder, more desperate, as the sensations consumed him.
"Haaah… nghh… it feels… so good," Beom gasped, his voice breaking with each word. "It feels… too good…" His head tilted back, exposing the elegant curve of his neck as he lost himself in the heat building between them. His movements became more erratic, his thighs quivering with effort as his body chased that intoxicating high.
"Fuck me more… haaah… please," he moaned, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. His cheeks flushed even deeper, but the embarrassment was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.
Yaroslav's hands slid down to grip Beom's ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he took control. With a firm grip, he began thrusting up to meet Beom's movements, his hips snapping with precision and force. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with Beom's breathless cries.
"Aaahh… nghh…!" Beom's voice hitched, his body jolting with each powerful thrust. His eyes fluttered shut, and his teeth sank into his bottom lip as he tried to suppress the scream building in his throat.
Yaroslav's movements were relentless, his grip firm and unyielding as he pushed Beom closer to the edge. "You're perfect like this," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down Beom's spine.
Beom's eyes snapped open at the words, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at Yaroslav. "I can't… I can't take it…" he thought, though his body betrayed him, moving in perfect rhythm with Yaroslav's thrusts. The pleasure was unbearable, a searing heat that left him trembling and breathless.
"Aahh… nghh…!" Beom cried out, his hands curling into fists against Yaroslav's chest. His head fell forward, his damp hair clinging to his flushed face as his body rocked with each powerful thrust. "It's too much… I can't… haaah…"
Yaroslav's gaze never left him, his sharp eyes drinking in every detail—the way Beom's body arched, the trembling moans spilling from his lips, the way his skin glowed with a soft sheen of sweat. "Don't hold back," he said, his voice firm but coaxing, like a quiet command.
Beom's teeth clenched as his hips moved faster, his body desperate for release. His voice grew higher, his moans louder, as he felt himself nearing the edge. "It feels… so good… nghh… haaah…!" he whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably.
And then it hit him.
A sharp, all-consuming wave of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him breathless and lightheaded. His eyes rolled back, his lips parting in a silent scream before a broken moan tore from his throat. "I'm… nghh… I'm cumming…! Aaahh… wait… wait…!" he cried, his hands clutching at Yaroslav's chest as his body convulsed with the intensity of it.
Yaroslav's grip on him didn't falter, his movements slowing slightly but remaining steady as he guided Beom through his release. The look in his eyes was one of quiet satisfaction, a dark, knowing gaze that only made Beom's heart race faster.
But even now, Beom-ki wasn't satisfied. His body trembled, consumed by a need so overwhelming that it felt like it might tear him apart. The drug Yaroslav had slipped him coursed through his veins, heightening every sensation to an almost unbearable level. His skin was hot to the touch, his breaths ragged and uneven, and his thoughts had melted into a single, burning desire.
"Haaah… more… more…" Beom-ki moaned, his voice broken and desperate. "Please… please, Yaroslav… I need you… I need you to cum in me…"
Yaroslav's gaze darkened, a predatory glint flashing in his eyes. The plea sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through him, and his lips curved into a wicked smirk. Without a word, he reached for Beom-ki, his strong hands gripping him firmly before flipping him onto his stomach in one swift, fluid motion.
Beom-ki gasped, his heart racing as he found himself on all fours, his trembling arms barely able to support him. The cool air brushed against his heated skin, making him shiver in anticipation. His body tensed as he felt Yaroslav's presence looming behind him, and his breath caught when he sensed the inevitable.
"W-wai—aaahhh!!!" Beom-ki's protest was cut off by a loud, helpless cry as Yaroslav thrust into him in a single, powerful stroke. The force of it sent him sprawling forward, his fingers clutching at the sheets for stability.
Yaroslav didn't give him time to adjust. His movements were relentless, each thrust deep and commanding, shaking Beom-ki to his core. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, raw and unapologetic, mingling with Beom-ki's breathless cries and the wet, lewd noises of their union.
"Aah… nghhh… nghhh…!" Beom-ki whimpered, his voice trembling with every syllable. His body jolted with each of Yaroslav's powerful movements, the overwhelming pleasure consuming him. "It feels… so… so good," he gasped, his words broken by the rhythm of their movements. "I… I can't stop… nghhh… I'm… cuuuummmiiinnnggg!" he cried out, his voice rising in pitch as his body teetered on the edge of release.
Desperate for more, Beom-ki reached back with one hand, grabbing one of his cheeks and spreading himself wider, inviting Yaroslav deeper. His other hand slipped down to his most sensitive spot, his fingers moving frantically in a desperate attempt to heighten the unbearable pleasure coursing through him.
The room was alive with the sound of their passion—skin slapping against skin, Beom-ki's breathless moans, and Yaroslav's low, guttural grunts. Each sound reverberated through the air, intensifying the raw, electrifying connection between them.
Yaroslav's mind swirled with a possessive hunger as he watched Beom-ki unravel beneath him. He's mine… all mine, he thought, his grip on Beom-ki's hips tightening. I'll make sure he knows it. I'll make sure he belongs to me completely. The thought sent a surge of energy through him, and he began to thrust even harder, his pace relentless.
Just as Beom-ki thought he couldn't take any more, Yaroslav adjusted his angle slightly, and his next thrust struck a spot that made white-hot pleasure explode through Beom-ki's body.
"AHHH!!!" Beom-ki screamed, his voice echoing through the room as his entire body tensed. His back arched sharply, his arms giving out as he collapsed onto the bed, his hips still moving instinctively to meet Yaroslav's.
"Right there… nghhh… right there!" Beom-ki sobbed, his voice muffled against the sheets as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. The sensations were too much, too overwhelming, yet he couldn't stop himself from chasing them.
Yaroslav smirked above him, his own control slipping as he watched Beom-ki fall apart. He gripped Beom-ki's hips firmly, guiding his movements with a precision that left no room for escape. His thrusts grew more erratic, each one deeper and more powerful, sending Beom-ki spiraling further into ecstasy.
The intensity between them built like a storm, their bodies moving together in chaotic, perfect harmony. The world around them blurred, leaving only the heat, the sounds, and the raw, unfiltered passion consuming them both.
Their movements finally slowed, the fiery rhythm ebbing as Yaroslav reached his peak. His body shuddered with each wave of release, his deep, guttural groans echoing in the room. Beom-ki felt the sudden, hot rush of Yaroslav's essence filling him, a sensation that made his breath hitch and his back arch instinctively. The sheer volume was overwhelming, a warmth that seemed to spread through him, leaving him trembling and gasping.
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