Sweet Shot

#24

The smile vanished from Tae-rim’s eyes.  He frowned, utterly bewildered by the sheer obscenity of it all. That someone had… rubbed against *this dick*… that he had been flaunting *this dick* around…

“Huu…”

Tae-rim, unusually, caught his breath.  Immediately, Ha-min’s dick was in his grasp. He rubbed the glans, from which precum oozed, with his thumb, lifting Ha-min who was writhing in shame.

“Eung.”

He supported Ha-min’s waist, wrapping his long, slender legs around Tae-rim’s waist.  As they faced each other, Ha-min perched atop Tae-rim’s legs, their breaths mingling in the sudden closeness. Tae-rim’s firm hand stroked the length of Ha-min’s dick, up and down. Ha-min, experiencing a sensation entirely new, groaned and clutched Tae-rim’s shoulders.

“Ha-eu…”

“Ha-min-ah… touch mine too.”

He pressed his lips against Ha-min’s cheek, giving instructions. Ha-min looked down at his dick with wavering eyes. Even though he had seen it once before, it was still overwhelmingly large and intimidating.  Faster.  At Tae-rim’s urgent, panting whisper, Ha-min inhaled sharply and reached out. His hand closed around the hard shaft.  Huu… Hot breath brushed against Ha-min’s ear.

“Heu…”

“Ha…”

Tae-rim moved his hand as if mimicking Ha-min’s touch on his own dick.  Ha-min’s movements were clumsy compared to Tae-rim’s practiced skill, but he tried his best to stroke him.

“Rub the glans too… yes, like that. Ha… .”

“Ha-eut… Hyung…”

The slapping sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the large room.  Despite the awkwardness of Ha-min’s touch, Tae-rim let out a breathy sigh of intoxication. Conversely, Ha-min’s mind was a tangled mess, his toes curling at Tae-rim’s skilled, rhythmic strokes.

While they continued to touch each other, Tae-rim gazed at Ha-min. He repeatedly kissed Ha-min’s cheeks and chin, distracted by the sensual touch.

“Hy-hyung… I-I think I’m going to… ung…!”

Ha-min’s hand, which had been stroking Tae-rim, faltered.  Seeing Ha-min’s body tense as he neared his climax, Tae-rim suddenly grabbed Ha-min’s legs, pulling him closer.  In this deeper embrace, Tae-rim grasped both their dicks together.  Their heated dicks touched, beginning to grind against each other.  The sound of their precum slicking together was provocative.  Everything was stimulating: the contact of their dicks, the friction of Tae-rim’s hand, even the obscene sounds they made.

“Ha… Ha-eung…!”

“Ha…”

Tae-rim’s intense gaze followed Ha-min’s face.  He continued to rub their dicks together, not forgetting to suck and nibble on Ha-min’s lips. He gently bit, teasing him.

“…Kiss hyung.”

“Heu.”

Ha-min, clutching Tae-rim’s shoulders, clumsily pressed his lips against his. His swollen lips rubbed against Tae-rim’s, his tongue tentatively licking.  When Tae-rim extended his tongue, as if inviting him, Ha-min sucked at the tip like a baby bird.  He sucked at Tae-rim’s tongue, making a nasal sound, and Tae-rim frowned. He felt pathetic, aroused by such clumsy actions.

Losing control, Tae-rim forcefully tilted his head and kissed him deeply. He intertwined their tongues, swallowing their saliva, breathing heavily.  Ha-min gasped, his breath caught in his throat, his shoulders shaking as if they would break under the intensity of the kiss.  Even so, Tae-rim’s hand continued its rhythmic motion.

“Ssibal… Ha…”

He cursed, then laid Ha-min back down.  As he pulled away, Ha-min’s hands, which had been gripping his shoulders like lifelines, fell away.

The friction of their joined dicks ceased just as they were about to reach their peak.  Ha-min’s wet, longing gaze fixed on Tae-rim. Just a little more… just a little longer…  Just as this greedy thought crossed his mind, Ha-min’s legs shot up. His legs rose high enough to lift his hips, and Tae-rim held his ankles with one hand to prevent his legs from spreading.  As Ha-min tried to lift his upper body from the embarrassing position, a large dick plunged into his inner thigh.

“Ha-euk!”

Before he could fully process what was happening, the dick had found its mark, precisely against Ha-min’s own.  It rammed against him, from his testicles to the shaft.  The unexpected act made his toes curl, stars flashing before his eyes. A gasp escaped him, as if he might fall backward.

“Hak…!”

“Enjoying yourself, my Ha-min…”

Tae-rim watched Ha-min writhe beneath him, his dick thrusting deep.  A satisfied voice descended. Ha-min grabbed Tae-rim’s wrists, as if begging for mercy.

But Tae-rim showed no mercy, withdrawing and thrusting again. Ha-min’s pink dick dangled.

“Ha-eung! Heu…!”

Tae-rim continued his relentless thrusting, his grip on Ha-min’s ankles firm, preventing his legs from giving way as he moved his hips.

Puk puk puk. He moved with the intention of thrusting all the way to the testicles. The slapping sound was not just obscene, but violent. Ha-min’s face contorted as he neared his climax, his chin raised. Tae-rim didn’t miss the opportunity, lowering his head to lick his neck and chin.

“Hy-hyung. Ha-euk. Heung! Ung!”

With a slapping sound, Ha-min’s body convulsed.  The overwhelming sensation of his lower body being dominated made him try to close his legs, and Tae-rim let out a muffled groan.

“Ha, I’m going to… ung…!”

“Going to cum…? Ha…”

“Eung…!”

“Hyung’s going to cum too… Can I cum on Ha-min’s dick?”

The large bed, big enough for two grown men to lie down comfortably, shook.  While it didn’t creak, being expensive furniture, the springs swayed wildly with each thrust of Tae-rim’s hips and Ha-min’s convulsing body. Ha-min’s vision swam.  The rapid piston-like movements were incredibly arousing.  Tae-rim’s face contorted, and he spat out a vulgar word.

“This is the first time hyung’s rubbed against Ha-min’s dick, isn’t it?”

“Ha-eu… A-eung…!”

“Ssibal… Ha, hasn’t someone else been rubbing and sucking it already?”

These lewd questions were merely a stimulant for the act.  Yet, Tae-rim seemed annoyed by Ha-min’s lack of response, and thrust harder.

Ha-min’s body flopped limply, his eyes unfocused as he looked up at Tae-rim. He couldn’t hear what Tae-rim was saying.  Only Tae-rim’s fierce, flushed face was visible.  Through his hazy mind, a sense of relief washed over him.  He was reassured and thrilled that Tae-rim was aroused by him.  He wasn’t disgusted by him.  The relief brought tears to his eyes.

“Haa… Ha-min-ah.”

Tae-rim called out softly, his lips brushing against Ha-min’s nose, lips, and cheeks.  With each movement, strands of saliva stretched between them like white threads.

“Hy-hyung… heu.”

“Ung.”

When Ha-min called out to him, Tae-rim responded gently, rubbing his nose against his.  Ha-min, swaying like a doll with each forceful thrust, pleaded in a voice filled with intoxication.

“Kiss… kiss me.”

Without hesitation, Tae-rim kissed him.  His eyes darkened, his lips rubbing roughly against Ha-min’s, his tongue greedily exploring Ha-min’s mouth.  The thrusting of his hips quickened.

“Eu-p! Eung…!”

His moans were muffled by the kiss.  A deep, heavy thrust made Ha-min tremble.  He shuddered, spasming as he released a torrent of white semen.  The warm liquid flowed down his legs.

“Kkut.”

Tae-rim also reached his climax, his teeth clenched, his jaw tight.  As promised, he sprayed his cum onto Ha-min’s crimson dick.  Tae-rim, having marked his territory, let out a satisfied sigh.

“Haa…”

He finally lowered Ha-min’s legs, pressing against him as if savoring the afterglow of their lovemaking. He reached under Ha-min’s untucked shirt, stroking his stomach, then sucking on Ha-min’s jawline and earlobe.

“…It was so good, Ha-min-ah.”

“…….”

He whispered sweetly, but there was no response.  Tae-rim looked down curiously and saw Ha-min’s eyes closed, as if he had fainted.

Tae-rim chuckled, finding it typical of Song Ha-min to collapse after a single orgasm.  He languidly raised the corner of his mouth, lifting a finger to trace Ha-min’s reddened eyes, nose bridge, and swollen lips.

“…When did you grow so big….”

“….”

The boy who had been so innocent was now panting obscenely beneath him.

When did he grow up, become someone he didn’t know?

The little boy who used to follow him around, calling him “Hyung-ah,” now begged him for a kiss.  With a lewd, hairless dick.

That he had been flaunting that dick around, masturbating with other men, kissing and sucking… that he had been so wanton with his innocent face…

Tae-rim couldn’t finish the thought, clicking his tongue. A strange discomfort settled over him.

To erase the unsettling feeling that coiled around him, he hugged Ha-min tightly.  He pulled Ha-min close, pressing his nose against his neck and inhaling deeply. A languid, comfortable sensation washed over him.  The sweet scent of Ha-min’s body melted into him, reaching deep within.  His furrowed brow smoothed, and he buried his face deeper into Ha-min’s neck.

“The smell of milk…”

He murmured in a dreamy voice, closing his eyes.

It was a satisfying fullness, more than just the release of sexual desire.  He felt quite good.