Zhenya observed all those changes carefully as he spread Taekjoo’s ass cheeks apart. The swollen and bruised hole was barely able to part its lips. Zhenya lazily rubbed his cock along the cleft of the ass. Each time the hot flesh rubbed against him, Taekjoo buried his head deeper into the pillow. He was holding on to the sheets so hard that his knuckles were white.
Zhenya’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard, but he managed to hold back a bit longer. Taekjoo’s hole continued to throb relentlessly from the intense stimulation.
“By the way, there’s something I’ve been curious about for a while...”
Just as his words trailed off, Zhenya suddenly plunged his cock back in. Taekjoo’s trembling body stiffened with renewed tension.
Zhenya’s thick shaft writhed like it was savoring its contact with the slick, wet heat inside. Then it ruthlessly jabbed at the spot that had made Taekjoo flinch earlier. A subtle and odd pain shot up Taekjoo’s spine in an instant.
“Argh!”
Taekjoo started thrashing. He writhed all over, helpless and groaning. A sudden, fierce tremor like electricity tore through him, working its way through every nerve and cell. Just as the tightly clenched muscles began to loosen into a slow, sticky release, Zhenya abruptly pulled out. The stretched-out insides felt hollow.
When Taekjoo started wondering what was going on, Zhenya rubbed his cock against Taekjoo’s hole again. The burning shaft begged its owner to be buried. Zhenya’s patience was on fire, burning away to ashes. He wanted to taunt Taekjoo a bit more, but the dull ache in his lower abdomen and groin was getting too strong to hold back much longer.
He rammed his cock back into Taekjoo’s hole. Taekjoo flinched, and Zhenya pinned him down, jabbing upwards as he pleased. The friction felt hot enough to melt skin.
Zhenya’s ragged breaths came out in uneven bursts. His lungs burned, forcing him to lean forward. Zhenya frowned as he pulled out his cock, threatening to explode. His entire groin ached, pushing him to keep thrusting. His head spun dizzily. Yet he held himself back until the end, for the ultimate pleasure.
Whenever the cock pulled out until only the head remained, the eager hole clenched around the tip, anxiously relishing the little bit of flesh it was given. Taekjoo’s cock started drooling, dripping a clear fluid.
“Is it possible to kill someone just by raping them?”
Zhenya mumbled with a heavy sigh. He dipped the head of his cock back in and out, teasing and testing Taekjoo. But his own lips were parched as well from the anxiety and lust.
No reaction came from Kwon Taekjoo. Zhenya pushed his hips in a little deeper. He couldn’t believe it, but Taekjoo’s inner walls clamped down and wrapped around his thick cock snugly. Zhenya resisted the temptation and pulled back. Then he repeated the same motion a few more times, teasing gently.
Suddenly, Taekjoo’s body moved backward toward Zhenya. It was a movement driven by pure survival instinct. Zhenya watched the scene with surprise. Taekjoo’s body opened willingly, swallowing the vicious, thick shaft. The hole took the base of the cock in one gulp and squeezed where they were joined, showing contentment.
A satisfied smile spread across Zhenya’s face. All Taekjoo could do was tremble with humiliation and self-loathing.
“Shi, bal...”
Zhenya grabbed a fistful of Taekjoo’s hair and lifted the face that had been buried deep in the pillow. Taekjoo’s contorted, flushed face was twisted with conflicting emotions. His eyes had long been clouded by the aphrodisiac. He kept wincing but still pushed back against Zhenya, a clear sign he was feeling pleasure.
Zhenya stopped playing around and indulged himself, feasting greedily on Taekjoo’s needy hole. His shaft, flushed bright red from the heat, violently entered and exited the tight opening.
“Ah... Ah, haa!”
“Ha, ah, ugh...”
The two men moaned in messy, desperate pleasure. Zhenya had been thrusting without stopping when he suddenly grabbed Taekjoo’s shoulder and flipped him around. Taekjoo’s body turned halfway, with Zhenya still inside him. A twist at the point of contact sent a wave of sensation through Taekjoo, making him shake his head uncontrollably. Zhenya hooked Taekjoo’s leg over his shoulder. His dick was lodged deep in Taekjoo, the new angle sending fresh waves of stimulation through both of them. Zhenya gripped Taekjoo’s chest tightly as it pulsed wildly from the aching pleasure.
The thrusting gradually sped up, and their breathing grew unsteady and ragged. Their moans fell apart into raw, breathless gasps. The burning sensation taking over Taekjoo’s whole body made his toes curl mercilessly.
The pressure built rapidly toward bliss, ready to burst. Zhenya wasn’t far behind. He picked up the pace, fucking Taekjoo with the hunger of a starved beast, only to suddenly slam their hips together with brutal force. A spike of pleasure ripped through them, white-hot and electric.
“Ah!”
“Haaaa!”
Without one outlasting the other, they both let out raw, guttural roars, their final bursts of desire ripping free. Thick, sticky semen splattered across Kwon Taekjoo’s chest. At the same time, something hot flooded deep inside him.
Taekjoo lay there, completely drained, barely able to draw a breath. Breathing alone made his body throb with dull, lingering pain. He didn’t have the strength to lift a finger, let alone stroke and calm his trembling, overstimulated cock.
Zhenya ground his hips a few more times, determined to milk out every last drop. Even after he came, his shaft stayed rock hard, pulsing with stubborn energy. The cum slowly oozed down Taekjoo’s perineum, too much to be held in.
When he was finally done, Zhenya shrugged off Taekjoo’s leg, which he had thrown over his shoulder earlier. The long limb fell limply onto the bed. Taekjoo stayed still, utterly drained, gasping softly for breath.
Zhenya reached for his cigar that rolled across the sheets and brought it to his lips. The bitter smoke slid down his throat and warmed his insides. He let his gaze drift lazily over Taekjoo’s body as he savored the flavor. No matter how long Zhenya stared, Taekjoo was still just another man. So why couldn’t he stop getting hard for him? Maybe, if I keep doing this again and again, I might figure out the answer, thought Zhenya.
“Let’s test whether you can actually die just from being fucked,” he muttered, “not that it matters, since you’re going to die here today anyway.”
There was a trace of regret in his voice, almost too faint to catch.