GBH 138

Se-kyung always saw him. Not the gangster who died in a traffic accident, nor the fragile and delicate high school student Song Yi-heon who couldn’t protect himself, but the essence of ‘Song Yi-heon’ that existed before Choi Se-kyung. The hand reaching for the unattainable star had touched it, and Choi Se-kyung needed to know that fact.

“You’re not turned on? I am. Fucking turned on. You’re all I can think about when I see you.”

Just as Se-kyung was horny for Song Yi-heon with a strange soul inside, Song Yi-heon was also horny for Se-kyung, who revealed his cruel and violent nature and drove him into a corner.

Like having juicy meat right in front of him, Song Yi-heon swallowed the saliva that gathered from lust.

“I’m going to kiss you until you can’t breathe and make your cock tremble. Make you cum all over the place.”

The soul had made its home in depraved back alleys and wasn’t ashamed to express primal desires. In those alleys crawling with men with tits above and cocks below, all tangled together like a den of snakes, desire wasn’t something to hide.

“You know how your lips get all soft when you kiss? I’m going to stick my cock in there. All the way down your throat, deep and rough. I’ll hold you down so you can’t move even if you’re choking, and then I’ll cum.” Song Yi-heon’s slender fingers traced Se-kyung’s neck and unbuttoned his half-open shirt. His hand, which had been caressing the bare skin of his chest, went up and lightly tapped Se-kyung’s cheek. “It’ll be pretty, right? With a face like this. Covered in cum.”

The lewd words stimulated Se-kyung’s true nature, which lived hidden beneath a kind exterior. Se-kyung’s mouth went dry and his cock throbbed at the sight of himself getting aroused by the sadistic language.

“Yi-heon, stop it.”

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“…”

“Tell me you want to fuck me. That you want to devour me like a dog. I can give you everything you want.” The secretly whispered desire was transferred to Se-kyung, “Do what you want, Choi Se-kyung.”

What Se-kyung wanted was very clear. Song Yi-heon beneath him. Song Yi-heon with his sharp eyes crumbling from pleasure, his cock in his mouth as if he couldn’t help but savor it. Song Yi-heon moaning in response to his thrusts. Song Yi-heon twisting his thin waist, offering his chest with its erect pink nipples. That humid and hot breath and cries spreading out.

His confined cock swelled, straining against the tight space. The hand that had unbuttoned Se-kyung’s shirt raised him up and hovered over the buckle of his pants.

“…!”

As the pants buckle was released, the briefs were pulled down, and a curved cock sprang out. The cock, erect from lewd talk alone, wasn’t as pretty as his face. The pillar, as big as a baby’s arm, was covered in bulging veins. While his white skin emphasized his delicate features on his face, the prominent veins on his cock gave it a fierce feeling.

The fact that he didn’t feel disgusted at all, even though it was the same man’s thing, made Song Yi-heon realize once again how much he liked this bastard.

“Your cock is pretty too.”

“Yi-heon…!”

The moment Song Yi-heon grasped the throbbing pillar, the cock was swallowed. Holding Se-kyung’s pelvis, who was trying to push him away, Song Yi-heon began to adjust his posture in earnest. He deeply sucked Se-kyung’s cock, leaving only the glans exposed before pulling it out. The soul, who had received countless fellatios, knew where and how to make it feel good, and was skilled even though it was his first time.

The smooth curve and hard glans scraped against the roof of his mouth. Each time, Song Yi-heon wiggled his hips and moved his tongue at the strange sensation spreading from his groin.

The surroundings were too quiet, so he glanced up to check, and Choi Se-kyung was biting his lip, holding back a moan. His eyelashes fluttered as his eyes were creased in an effort to hold back.

How impertinent. At least when sleeping with Song Yi-heon, Choi Se-kyung didn’t need to hold back. Song Yi-heon intended to teach the still ignorant youngster a lesson tonight, so he pressed his tongue against the glans and swallowed deeply. He opened his throat to swallow the reality of greed. The thick, voluminous cock dug into the black hole.

Song Yi-heon endured the urge to gag and pulled his neck back to suck on Se-kyung’s. The tender body resisted the deep throat, which it had never done before, but as always, the soul didn’t care about the body’s pain. Rather, he twisted his waist at the unfamiliar, erotic sensation that brushed against him each time the glans scraped against the roof of his mouth.

“Ungh…”

The cock like a baton, densely packed with heat, was sucked and squeezed in his mouth. The soft tongue and mucous membrane tightened around the shaft, and the black hole pressed against the glans. Se-kyung could no longer think in the slowly repeated process.

However, when Se-kyung still didn’t release his bitten lip and tried to deny the pleasure, Song Yi-heon pulled his hand over. Held by Song Yi-heon, Se-kyung’s palm caressed Song Yi-heon’s face and neck in turn.

The thin cheeks and slender neck bulged unevenly at regular intervals. Choi Se-kyung realized that it was his cock. When the narrow throat tightened around the tip of the cock, Song Yi-heon’s Adam’s apple protruded as much as the tip of the cock. As he stroked the Adam’s apple with delicate fingertips, he could feel his cock through the skin. Se-kyung wrapped his palm around the slender neck.

A white and slender neck. The fragile neck that had caught his eye in class when he was focused on the blackboard.

The fact that his cock was mercilessly thrusting into that neck overwhelmed him with excitement that seemed to turn his eyes inside out. Suppressed moans poured out like a waterfall, and the cock that had been moving in and out of his mouth swelled. His vision became blurred as hot breaths burst out.

Insert, thrust, cum. The simple process that had been repeating flatly suddenly changed. The act of laying down a lover and fucking them, which he had found boring in its peaceful monotony from caring for each other too much, now filled him with excitement that made his heart race.

Se-kyung grabbed the small head and thrust his hips up. The cock, which Song Yi-heon himself had never been able to insert all the way, was mercilessly buried to the root. A painful moan erupted from the mouth that held the cock.

“Hng…”

Se-kyung grabbed Song Yi-heon’s head and roughly thrust his cock in. Song Yi-heon, who had obediently offered his mouth, lowered his waist and raised his chin. The cock as thick as a baton violently ravaged the small mouth, almost in a straight line down to his throat.

Saliva that he couldn’t swallow because he couldn’t keep up with Se-kyung’s speed flowed, and his mouth was wet. Like a wet and sticky hole, saliva splattered each time he thrust his cock.

“Ungh…!”

The climax was approaching. Se-kyung jerked his hips in small motions, sliding the glans in and out of the throat. Each time the withdrawn cock plunged back to the root, the dark pubic hair brushed against the wet mouth. The pubic hair, wet with saliva, was rough and rubbed against Song Yi-heon’s mouth, making it red and sore.

The cock that had been pounding rapidly in his mouth came out. Se-kyung grabbed the back of Song Yi-heon’s head so he couldn’t avoid it and sprayed white semen over his face. Song Yi-heon, who had been watching Se-kyung’s expression with his eyes wide open while Se-kyung was thrusting his cock, finally closed his eyes. Semen clung to his closed eyelashes. Song Yi-heon stroked the twitching cock as it spurted and rubbed the cock against his own face.

Though his muscles were still tense from the afterglow of ejaculation, Se-kyung couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of Song Yi-heon smearing his semen on his own face. When he belatedly wiped away the semen that was clinging to his eyelashes, Song Yi-heon, who had opened his eyes languidly, rubbed the glistening cock against his lips. His reddened, chafed lips curled up seductively. The tongue, which licked the cock as if it were familiar, made Se-kyung feel strangely displeased and at the same time, his lower abdomen became hot.

“Worth acting high and mighty for.”

His terribly cracked voice was hoarse. But it stimulated his lust. Song Yi-heon gave Se-kyung a satisfied smile, who raised the ends of his eyebrows in incomprehension.

“I’m saying you taste good.”

“Haa.”

Se-kyung let out a groan as if he had been punched in the stomach. And the bed shook greatly. Song Yi-heon, who had been pinned to the bed with his neck pressed down by Se-kyung, licked his lips, feeling even more excited. As the heat left his excited, reddened upper body, shadows fell over his upper body, which was mottled with marks like red petals. Se-kyung subtly stroked the pressed neck.

“You seem to have done this a lot, Yi-heon.”

“Do I look like a slut?”

His provocative gaze made the cock that had just ejaculated erect and throbbing. Se-kyung smiled fiercely with furrowed brows.

“A little?”

And their lips met roughly. Se-kyung stirred up Yi-heon’s mouth while groping under his robe. The bare skin that he felt in his hand was soft. The tender skin, as if untouched by anyone’s hands, stimulated his sadistic desires. Se-kyung pinched the nipple that he felt in his palm and sucked on the other side with his mouth. The pink nipple became increasingly hard from the stimulation.