The instant his nipple was sucked, Jiwon’s legs gave out and he crumpled onto the bed. Number 3 hounded him, practically tackling him. Smack, sloo-urp. He sucked hard, milking him. Then he bit down on the nipple. The jolt was so vicious Jiwon hunched up, shocked. He let out a near-scream and, without thinking, grabbed Number 3’s head to pry him off. His chest was burning; he wanted it gone, now. But Number 3 didn’t budge. He clung on like a leech and—slurp, sloo-urp—sucked Jiwon’s tit with greedy abandon. Right. Not chest—tits. At the Clinic, when the nurse had dabbed on ointment, it had been just a chest. Now it was a tit again. Take back the line about Developer Class failing. The stimulus hit way harder than last time. Before he could even register how abnormal this was, Jiwon shivered head to toe. He came. The faster Number 3 sucked, the more Jiwon leaked. He gushed so much pre-cum and semen—every fluid—that Number 3’s whole torso got drenched. Jiwon writhed in pleasure so intense it felt insane, twisting his body. When he flailed close to panic, Number 3 pinned him down with those big, strong hands. “Fuck, what did you do to me?” Number 3’s voice, giddy, griped in his ear. He said other things too, but Jiwon missed them. Number 3 didn’t give him a second to breathe. He buried his face in Jiwon’s tit. He sucked the nipple and areola with everything he had. He devoured him. Jiwon let himself go in Number 3’s mouth and sobbed. He trembled and cried. They were tears of joy. Ecstasy. It felt so good he could have passed out; he spilled every filthy moan imaginable, sounds so vulgar he could hardly believe they came from his own mouth. “Harder. Suck harder.” Every time his tit was sucked, Jiwon hit a peak. It was more electric than when he’d worn the shock chastity belt. His teeth chattered, his whole body rattled, and still he craved Number 3’s teasing. If Number 3 so much as lifted his mouth from a tit, Jiwon panicked like disaster had struck and pleaded. Moments ago he’d tried to push him off; now he clutched Number 3’s head and jammed him tight to his tit. Don’t stop. Keep sucking. He demanded it outright. He ordered it. He was out of his mind. He came again and again. Even when nothing came out, he climaxed over and over without pause. Before he knew it, he was soaked in his own sweat and fluids. Number 3 was just as wet. Aside from being splattered with what Jiwon had spilled, his cock was standing hard, drooling pre-cum. Jiwon wanted to hurry up and suck that precious mess down, but he couldn’t move. Spent, limbs splayed, he just stared, spellbound, at Number 3’s bare body gleaming with Jiwon’s fluids. How is anyone supposed to hold back from that? He groaned. He moaned. He begged for Number 3’s cock. Number 3 sounded breathless, turned on. He whispered it with a filthy look. In case he hadn’t understood, he said it again. Then Number 3 flipped him over. Jiwon went on all fours like he’d been waiting for it. Number 3, who always took his time opening Jiwon up during sex, was slapdash this time. He sloshed oil on, started with not one finger but two. Even so, Jiwon opened right up. His hole fluttered like it knew what it was meant to take was much bigger than fingers. Number 3 shoved in fast, lining up his hips. The head only brushed Jiwon’s hole and he was about to cum. He wanted to feel it now. But insertion was slower than he’d imagined. “Hurry up and put it in. What are you doing?” He turned his head, prodding him. “You think I don’t want to? Relax and say please.” Number 3 grumbled, face flushed. With a sigh, Number 3 pressed—and his cock slid in and got seized. Impatient, Jiwon flattened his chest to the sheet and hiked his ass higher. Number 3 slapped Jiwon’s ass hard. At the same instant, his cock sank in with a shove. Only for a moment. Then fullness took him over. Number 3’s rhythm was pure art. When it was soft it turned strong; when it got too strong it turned cotton-candy sweet. For a kid, the way he handled intensity was unreal, Jiwon thought, awed. Moans of pleasure spilled nonstop from his mouth. He was going mad for the man holding his waist and invading him without end. Ahh. This cock. This one. Jiwon was rapt, feeling Number 3’s cock fill him to the brim and threaten to spear him through. Isn’t this the point of staying alive? Every cell howled its own opinion. Stabs of pain kept jumping the line, but flipped to pleasure at once. It was shockingly intense. If even pain could be this fun, how incredible is the human body? Thwack, thwack—the cock beating him made a loud noise where it met his hole. Wet and springy. People say “pounding the rice cake” for a reason. He even honored the wisdom of the ancestors. Jiwon drank it in—the pain, the touch, then the sound—as he sank into the sex. Then the cock slid out in one pull. Before he could mourn it, he was flipped. Number 3 grabbed his ankles, spread them, and hoisted them high. Then he dove between Jiwon’s legs and pushed back in. Jiwon opened his arms; Number 3 bent down like he knew and held him. They kissed like they’d been waiting for it. Below, he took Number 3’s cock; above, he took Number 3’s tongue. Whatever it was—cock or tongue—it was thick and strong. Sweet and fierce. They tangled tongues greedily, then nipped at each other’s lips like play. They looked at each other and laughed. Panting, they stared. Sight really was the best. The face of the man going in and out of his hole. Number 3’s face—boyish and somehow grown at the same time—was dizzying. Sleeping with a man —did he save a country in a past life? Thinking nonsense, Jiwon hugged him tight and worshiped the hard muscle with both hands. He moved his hips and ass within what he could do, determined to feel as much of Number 3 as possible. Deeper, more, he took him. Naturally, he hit oblivion. He didn’t need tits. Tits could never beat a cock. Jiwon and Number 3, joined by cock, bit and sucked each other. They tasted everything there was to taste. Eyes, nose, mouth, even ears—licked without leaving a gap, then opened wide to tangle tongues again. Tangled. Sucked up and got sucked. They counted each other’s teeth with their tongues one by one, and even that wasn’t enough—they went at each other’s salivary glands like they meant to drain them dry. Until their tongues and lips puffed up, until they went numb and felt like nothing, they sucked with everything they had. Then they teased each other’s shoulders and napes. Jiwon sank his teeth into Number 3’s shoulder; Number 3 bit Jiwon’s nape hard. Then they sucked the bitten spots like they meant to draw blood. They scraped and nipped with teeth until raw marks showed, then sucked them up. All the while, Number 3 never stopped thrusting. His hips worked tirelessly. If his control of force slipped a bit, Jiwon snatched the baton back in a flash. He rolled his ass or circled his waist to sharpen Number 3 up. He clamped down hard with his hole, then let ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) go. Number 3 kept smiling. Watching that beautiful brow pinch up as he grimaced, Jiwon stayed locked with him and fucked. Before long, their breath was caught up at their throats. Like they’d sprinted a hundred meters with everything they had, they gulped for air. Even so, neither stopped. No, they couldn’t. How do you stop something this good? They chased each other with near-screams. They howled like animals and kicked into the final sprint. As always, Jiwon came first. After he shot, every hole in him clenched and released in hard pulses, cinching all the way up to the perineum and biting down viciously on the cock. Then Number 3 couldn’t hold and came. He poured into Jiwon. Jiwon gazed down, rapt, at the cum filling him and spilling over. He whispered it to Number 3, panting. Number 3 smiled, flushed. He said it, breath ragged. Jiwon kept his cock tucked inside until Number 3 squeezed out the very last drop. They put their mouths together. Smack-smack, kisses of satisfaction. That was the start—no way would one round be enough. More than anything, Jiwon had zero intention of stopping. Right now he was hungrier than anyone. He reached for Number 3’s cock like it was his lifeline. He clenched tight so it couldn’t slip free and trapped it in his hole. If he could, he’d keep it in his mouth for life. He’d lock it inside him forever. He thought it inside—or so he believed—but apparently he said it out loud. “Greedier than you look.” Number 3 panted, voice full of laughter. “I’ll let you keep it for life.” Put it wherever you want. Number 3 started to drive up. He threw his head back, drowning in bliss. Jiwon hugged him tight. Thwack, thwack. He sobbed as he felt Number 3 slam deep. “Can I do whatever I want?” Number 3 asked, feverish. Before Jiwon could answer, he buried himself to the root. He pounded without mercy. Compared to this, the sex from a moment ago had been play. Now he invaded with rough, hungry movements. Thwack, thwack. His cock felt like rock. It hurt. At the same time, it felt so good he might lose his mind. Number 3 was the best partner he’d ever have. When Jiwon’s body kept sliding away, Number 3 just locked him into his arms. He cinched him tight, chest to chest, and slammed in without restraint. Thanks to that, Jiwon only had to enjoy it. Limbs freed, he sank into pleasure. And so the two of them mated all night. Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽 They held each other for a long time even after cumming. No kissing, no petting—just holding on was enough as afterglow. Once their breathing had steadied somewhat, Jiwon loosened the arms he’d had around him first. He pushed Number 3 away, teasing. “What, toss me aside when you’re done?” Number 3 groused and rolled off him. He sprawled out on the bed. As if rehearsed, they both turned their heads toward each other in that position. “Remember where you dropped me off?” Jiwon nodded, picturing the old silver Avante. “Meet me there. If—really if—you want to see me. If you don’t mind a pervert.” Number 3 teased him to the end. “Maybe I just won’t show.” He snapped back in mock anger, then immediately asked, “That’s all?” “You think if I just show up you’ll be standing right there? You gonna stand there all day?” Number 3 laughed at Jiwon’s question. “So you lied about remembering. Where did I wait?” The tone said, Don’t you even know that? Jiwon rolled his eyes, replaying the scene in his head. Ah. Didn’t think of that. Unless you were a chaebol, you couldn’t keep a private car parked in the middle of Gangnam. Naturally, Number 3 had left the Avante in the building’s garage. He couldn’t recall the building’s name, but finding it wouldn’t be hard. Since his days at the precinct, Jiwon had had a patrol-hardened, killer sense of direction. When he finally nodded, Number 3 smiled. “Kid’s got no filter with his elders.” Jiwon grumbled, pushing himself up. He pointed with his eyes at Number 3’s cock. He pricked Number 3’s pride. Instead of getting stiff about it, Number 3 lazily lifted both arms over his head, showing off that gorgeous torso. “Help yourself,” he said. Jiwon didn’t hesitate. He brought his face to that luscious cock. He opened wide on the head the same way Number 3 had taken his tit. Nibble by nibble, he sucked him up with neat, greedy pulls.