TSOTI – Chapter 1.8

“Haah, haah, ha…… huuu, huh…….”

Ending the kiss, Seungwoo pulled his lips away and exhaled, breath swollen and heavy. Drunk on sensation—drunk on Seungwoo’s kisses—Doyoung narrowed his eyes like a newly hatched chick, barely managing to breathe.

Seungwoo didn’t lift his head all the way. He simply stared at him, unblinking. As if to show just how brutal it had been, Doyoung’s face—soaked in pleasure, unable to come back to himself—held his gaze.

“You did well.”

Seungwoo whispered to Doyoung, who had gone so adorably undone. Doyoung blinked his half-lidded eyes, trying to capture Seungwoo in his blurred vision.

“Thank you. For taking my cock.”

Seungwoo pressed a light kiss to Doyoung’s forehead. It was so sweet it was hard to believe it came from the same man who’d been ramming him roughly and humiliating him with filthy words just moments ago.

At that kiss, it felt as if even the painful moments were being erased. Even the times that had hurt and been hard melted away—dissolving into the peak of pleasure and the sweetness of the kiss that followed. The words Seungwoo murmured—you did well, thank you for taking my cock—kept soaking into Doyoung’s chest. The emotion swelling up inside him tasted even sweeter than the climax.

“Huh……”

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Seungwoo lifted his torso. Then Seungbin lowered his head and kissed Doyoung. When the kiss with Seungbin ended, Seungwoo bumped their lips again. Doyoung kissed the two men, back and forth.

“Hyung. I’m turned on again. You’re so fucking lewd, my cock just won’t die.”

After the long chain of kisses, Seungbin said it. He pushed his handsome face close, begging like a cat asking for catnip.

“Can I do it one more time? I can’t stand it like this.”

Doyoung’s lips parted. The afterglow of the death-like intense first act still lingered thickly…….

But he wanted to savor this feeling more, too. He wanted to moan between them, to feel it one more time.

“Hm? Can I?”

So Doyoung nodded at Seungbin. The moment Doyoung gave permission, Seungbin sprang up excitedly. Seungwoo pulled his cock out from Doyoung’s anus.

And into the anus Seungwoo had opened up, Seungbin’s cock pushed in.

“This time I’m gonna cum in your back pussy, hyung. That’s okay?”

Seungbin began to fuck. Doyoung bucked and moaned frantically as the feast of pleasure started again. Beside them, Seungwoo silently jerked his cock. He gripped the thick, swollen shaft that refused to go down and rubbed it against Doyoung’s parted lips.

On the remote island, the midsummer night wind brushed them again. Lewd moans echoed across the wide-open wooden hall. The clouds that had been hiding the moon drifted away, revealing the crescent. The island night only deepened.

 

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Around the time dawn faded and the sun rose clear and pale, Seungbin was still moving ceaselessly between Doyoung’s legs. Each time the mass of flesh, swollen to its fullest, slid in and out of Doyoung’s pussy, the semen pooled inside kept leaking out. The pussy that had been abused from its first opening was puffed up, swollen, and a deep red.

At Doyoung’s head, Seungwoo sat with his cock shoved into Doyoung’s open mouth. While Seungbin gnawed at Doyoung’s pussy from below, Seungwoo fucked Doyoung’s throat.

“Haa, hu……. Huuu, hu…….”

In the middle of thrusting, Seungbin let out a long breath. Liquid burst from the tip of his cock and flowed back into Doyoung’s pussy.

He had no idea how many times he’d already come. Doyoung—exhausted beyond measure—had passed out long ago. And even after Doyoung lost consciousness, the two of them couldn’t calm their arousal. They carried him into the room and kept going.

They took turns shoving their cocks into Doyoung’s pussy or his anus, and as if that still weren’t enough, one of them climbed onto his face and drilled his throat.

All the while, Doyoung slept like the dead. Sometimes, when it got too much, he’d squirm in his sleep and moan like he was dying. Even as they “shared” Doyoung, Seungbin, and Seungwoo’s hunger only swelled. Fucking Doyoung while he was conscious was good—but fucking him while he was knocked out like this was delicious in its own way too.

“Wow. How is this possible? My cock just won’t die.”

Finishing another orgasm, Seungbin said in an excited voice. The act that had started last night had continued until daylight, yet strangely, the arousal wouldn’t subside. Even after cumming, his desire surged back quickly, making his cock twitch.

So his cock had been hard almost the entire night. At this point, it should’ve gotten old—yet maybe because Doyoung’s pussy tasted so good, it showed no sign of going soft.

“Is it ‘cause it’s a pussy that comes attached to a cock? No matter how much we do it, I keep getting horny. At this rate, I feel like we’ll keep going until hyung wakes up.”

At Seungbin’s words, Seungwoo agreed to a degree. His cock wasn’t dying either. Sure, watching each other fuck made them more aroused—but even setting that aside, Doyoung’s pussy was unusually good.

“Hyung. Wanna switch?”

At Seungbin’s suggestion, Seungwoo pulled his cock out of Doyoung’s mouth. The two of them switched positions, each grabbing their cock in their new spot.

“But why’d you suddenly ask Doyoung hyung to drink with us?”

As he pried open the unconscious Doyoung’s mouth and slid his cock in, Seungbin asked. Last evening. The two of them had been chugging beer like usual. They drank together often, so he’d been having a drink without thinking much about it—then Seungwoo went to the bathroom and came back, calling Doyoung over to drink with them.

Seungbin had thought it was odd—since hyung never did stuff like that—but he didn’t mind drinking together, so he’d brought Doyoung over. It wasn’t like he’d planned to do anything from the start… but after hearing Doyoung had a pussy, curiosity got the better of him, and he ended up making a mess of things.

Even so, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Seungwoo had wanted to fuck Doyoung. Not once before had Seungwoo suggested drinking with a guest first. That alone meant Seungwoo must’ve had some interest in Doyoung. And Doyoung had only been here for two days.

“Because I wanted him.”

Seungwoo answered indifferently as he pushed his cock into the pussy full of cum. Seungbin nodded as he’d known it.

“What’s gotten into you? Thinking about wanting someone first and all.”

At Seungbin’s question, Seungwoo didn’t answer. He only started moving the cock he’d shoved into the pussy, grinding and gnawing at it.

The truth was, Seungwoo hadn’t liked the idea of Doyoung coming here. When he and Seungbin first arrived on this island, once they decided to run the guesthouse, he’d agreed—more or less—to take guests. But that was only for short stays. He hadn’t meant a long-term guest who wanted to stay for an entire month.

That was too risky. He didn’t even know what kind of person this “one-month guest” was. Taking him in carelessly made him uneasy. What if he wasn’t just a traveler? What if he was someone who’d chased them all the way out here…?

But Seungbin was thrilled. Probably because he’d been too starved of people, lonely enough to miss them. And since the only people left on the island were all old geezers, he seemed even happier at the thought of seeing someone around their age.

That wariness Seungwoo had… melted the instant he met Doyoung. Even the faint suspicion—what if he’s trouble—seemed to disappear like snow under the sun. His big eyes looked utterly innocent, and his pale, skinny body made him seem like someone who didn’t fit this world at all.

Still, Seungwoo couldn’t fully relax, so he kept watching him. For some reason, Doyoung was reading Seungwoo’s mood far more than necessary. When Doyoung stole glances, and their eyes happened to meet, his cheeks would flush bright red. Then he’d turn his head away shyly, radiating a boyish vibe.

That image stuck in Seungwoo’s mind in a strange way. So much that night that he even thought of Doyoung while he jerked off.

It wasn’t that he’d simply found him sexually attractive. He hadn’t started masturbating with the intention of using Doyoung as “material,” either—it had just been for release. But once he grabbed his cock in that empty bathroom and began to stroke, Doyoung’s face surfaced in his mind. Those shyly reddened cheeks kept shimmering before his eyes.

The slow bob of Doyoung’s throat as he swallowed. The slim, white fingers that had held the beer can. Seungwoo pictured those pale hands grabbing him. He imagined biting down on the deep, white collarbones showing through the slightly sweat-damp T-shirt, sucking at Doyoung’s neck. He imagined slipping his hand into the thin pants that outlined Doyoung’s legs, fondling him.

Keuut.

The pleasure surged instantly. Just imagining his hand on Doyoung’s body was enough to make him cum quickly. Seungwoo rubbed his cock, savoring the afterglow while Doyoung’s image refused to leave his mind.

Then, slowly, he lifted his head.

Doyoung was in the mirror. Whether he’d been secretly watching the whole time, he was staring at him through the mirror from the opposite side.

Seungwoo’s face twisted in embarrassment. Masturbating to someone you’d just met wasn’t exactly pleasant to begin with—let alone running into the person himself.

But what shocked him more was Doyoung’s reaction. The moment their eyes met, Doyoung’s ears flushed bright red, and he bolted. It wasn’t like it was a man and a woman—what had he even seen that was so scandalous? Seungwoo was beyond dumbfounded; he felt almost hollow.

After that, the next time they met, Doyoung was even more obviously uncomfortable around him. The way he couldn’t meet his eyes, fidgeting nervously… for some reason, it felt cute. Where the hell had his age gone? His face, his behavior—everything about him was like a teenager’s. It felt fresh to Seungwoo, sparking even stronger curiosity.

And then that evening.

While drinking with Seungbin, Seungwoo went to the bathroom. He was about to walk in like usual—when he saw the light on, like someone was inside. So he turned to leave, but at that moment—

“Heuut!”

The sound from inside stopped him in his tracks. A hot moan spilled out, swollen with arousal. He knew immediately whose voice it was. If it wasn’t Seungbin, there was only one person in this house who would be masturbating in the bathroom right now.

Curiosity rose. The man he’d jerked off thinking about—and who’d watched him masturbate then run away out of his mind—suddenly made him want to see him masturbating. So Seungwoo did what Doyoung had done. He cracked the door slightly and peered inside.

Doyoung’s cock stood rigid, and he had his hand between his legs, rubbing hard. That sight made something feel off to Seungwoo. Usually, you grab your cock and jerk it, don’t you? And if you’re the type who likes being fucked, you’d finger your ass at least.

But Doyoung wasn’t touching his cock or his ass. He was rubbing between his legs—like a place where a pussy would be.

Soon, still rubbing, Doyoung bent forward and licked the sink. Seungwoo’s brow furrowed. The night before, Seungwoo had sprayed his cum into that sink while jerking off—so it was hard not to think Doyoung was masturbating while thinking of him.

“Aheung, ah!”

Doyoung started to cum. Semen burst from his rigid cock, soaking his abdomen. At the same time, his thigh began to get wet. Like he was squirting pussy fluid, liquid ran down his slender thigh.

Seungwoo’s eyes narrowed. Faced with something he couldn’t understand, no matter how he looked at it, a brief confusion struck him. Within his common sense, the scene didn’t make sense. Why was liquid running down his thigh? He couldn’t explain it.

Having finished cumming, Doyoung pulled his hand away from between his legs and looked down at his mess.

And that was why the place his hand had covered was revealed.

“……!”

At that moment, Seungwoo saw it.

The pussy attached to Doyoung’s most private place.

The plump flesh between his thighs was split long. Dripping slick, spread open shamelessly, a small inner hole pulsed. Seungwoo’s face twisted. The sight of Doyoung rubbing his freshly-cummed pussy and moaning as if savoring the afterglow drove itself deep into his mind.

“Euung… I’m going crazy. I want more…… I want to feel more…….”

Doyoung murmured in a small voice. The whispered words, exhaled hot with arousal, made Seungwoo’s heart begin to pound fast. Then Doyoung smeared his pussy against the edge of the sink—wedging the corner into the center of the split—and began rocking and grinding.

Watching him masturbate again, Seungwoo quietly closed the door. As he turned away, a massive shock stormed through his head. A man with both a cock and a pussy… He felt like he’d heard of such a thing somewhere before—but never imagined he’d actually see it.

And with that came desire, rushing in like a flood—different in kind from the moment he’d simply masturbated thinking of him. He wanted to eat Doyoung’s pussy. He wanted to spray his cum inside the body that moved and moaned hotly right before his eyes, ruining him completely.

And it looked like Doyoung wanted that too. In the very place where Seungwoo had jerked off—licking the sink where he’d spilled his cum—rubbing his pussy there.

Thud thud.

He crossed the yard and headed back to the wooden hall. The midsummer night on Banwoldo was eerily silent, with only the occasional chirp of crickets. Reaching the main house, he stepped up onto the hall. With one thigh still swollen and heavy, he returned to the drinking spot where Seungbin waited.

“What, are you ignoring me?”

Clueless, Seungbin kept asking. Seungwoo, as if it wasn’t worth answering, skipped the reply and began to move his hips again.

SLURP. SLURP. SLUUURP.

Even unconscious, Doyoung’s pussy alone was alive, sucking at Seungwoo’s cock. Seungwoo pictured Doyoung licking the sink and masturbating with his pussy there—where Seungwoo had spilled his cum.

“Ah, fuck. What the hell. You’re not even answering.”

Annoyed, Seungbin stuck his lips out in a pout. But only for a moment—then his gaze shifted to Doyoung’s face. Doyoung, asleep and clueless, with his lips wrapped around Seungbin’s cock as it slid in and out, was unbearably adorable. Too pretty—’is it even allowed to be this pretty with a cock in your mouth?’

“What do I do? I like this hyung so much.”

Seungbin muttered softly. Looking at Doyoung’s face made the urge to cum rise again. He crouched over Doyoung’s face, gripping the small head in his hand, and began to slam mercilessly.

“This hyung’s pussy is so good. It was so delicious. I feel like if it’s with this hyung, I could do nothing but this for days.”

His breathing grew ragged. Flattening himself like a frog, he lifted his ass and drove his cock down, pounding it in.

Watching Seungbin like that, a faint flicker of surprise crossed Seungwoo’s face. Even he had never seen Seungbin say he liked someone this much.

Soon, cum burst from the tip of Seungbin’s cock. The spurt drenched the open throat and was injected down into Doyoung’s belly. Seungbin tipped his head back and moaned, the low voice of a man moaning echoing through the room.

“…….”

Seungwoo looked away. Then, savoring the way the pussy flesh clung tighter the more he fucked, he rolled his hips again.

Soon, his cock started to twitch violently. The head of the huge shaft split, and hot liquid spurted out from within.