TSOTI – Chapter 3.6

Now, they could see nothing else. Nothing could be felt or perceived beyond the taste of the pussy they were devouring right in front of them.

“Fuck.”

Seungwoo roughly yanked his arm free, then plunged his fist back in, digging into Doyoung’s belly as he slammed his cock forward. Each time the fist entered his abdomen, the area just below Doyoung’s solar plexus bulged and knotted grotesquely. From his pussy, pussy juice mixed with watermelon juice streamed down, while honey spilled from the asshole being impaled by Seungwoo’s arm.

A cloyingly sweet scent filled the air. With watermelon juice layered together with honey, the sugary smell was enough to make their heads spin. And all of it was coming from Doyoung’s body. It was so sweet it almost felt like an illusion—as if this syrupy fragrance was simply the natural scent of his fluids. His honey-smeared ass was a sight to behold. No matter how lewd a person was, it was hard to believe anyone could be this obscene.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore.”

Seungbin muttered as if in lament, staring over Seungwoo’s shoulder at the honey-soaked ass. Then he reached out, grabbed Doyoung’s hips, and shook his ass like a madman. The stimulation carried straight through to Seungwoo, whose cock was buried inside as well. Feeling the rectum clamp down tightly, Seungwoo snapped his hips in response.

“Kuk.”

“Kht.”

The two men moaned in ecstasy. Each brutal thrust sent watermelon juice spilling out, soaking their thighs, while honey overflowing from the stuffed asshole smeared Seungwoo’s abdomen. The pleasure of plunging an arm into a hole full of honey went without saying—but the sensation of the two of them pounding a pussy packed with watermelon was even better. Better than anything they’d ever done before. Of all the filthy, depraved sex they’d had, this moment was the most enjoyable.

“Fuck!”

At last, fluid burst from both men’s cocks. Their combined spurts of semen flooded over the watermelon pulp filling Doyoung’s pussy. “Hhngh— ngh! Ngh— ngh!” Doyoung howled like an animal. His face, swollen with pleasure, burned red, and his saliva-smeared lips were stained a vivid crimson.

In this moment, the three of them—connected through the organs thrust into one another—moaned as though they were a single body. They shared something deeper, were being consumed by the act together, falling into one another at frightening speed. As though the three of them had been born to be together. As though they existed solely to share their bodies like this.

“Heungh, heung. Heueungh, mmmng, ngh…….”

“Fuck, fuuuck…… Huu, huuu…….”

“Keu, keu…… Huu, huu.”

After the heat swept over them and finally passed, they remained locked together, gasping weakly. The sex was over, but none of the three could easily pull away.

Still slick with sweat and warmth, they caught their breath slowly, leaning into the residual heat as they stroked one another’s bodies. The faint tremor left behind by brushing fingertips spread again as a quiet afterglow.

No one said anything, yet they all knew they were feeling the same thing. The shared warmth of bodies pressed together, the hearts pounding wildly, proved it.

What they felt wasn’t ordinary pleasure. It wasn’t anything like the feeling of climax from mere physical stimulation. They had already gone beyond bodily pleasure—inside the act, their minds had intertwined as well. Through this moment, they were sharing the same sensation: as though the three of them had become one.

“Pussy. Did it feel good?”

Seungwoo was the first to speak. He bent down as far as he could, wrapping Doyoung’s naked back in his arms and licking the cheek damp with sweat and tears.

Each time something hot and soft brushed his cheek, Doyoung’s body trembled. “Hhngh.” The pleased little sound he made, shivering like that, was just like a kitten. Even his appearance—innocent-looking, yet turning filthy the moment a cock was put inside him—was kittenlike.

“Our kitten. A baby kitten that loves men’s cocks.”

Seungwoo whispered. Doyoung’s lashes drooped languidly over his hazy eyes. It was a slightly embarrassing nickname, but drunk on sensation, he didn’t have the capacity to care. All he could feel was how good the arm buried in his ass felt, how much he loved the cocks still swollen and filling his pussy. Everything else faded away.

“Kitten. Why are you squeezing around our cocks again? You want more?”

Smack. Smack. Seungwoo kissed Doyoung’s cheeks over and over. Blushing shyly, yet intoxicated with pleasure, Doyoung nodded. He wanted to feel that bliss again—to be stuffed until he couldn’t think anymore, screaming in pleasure as he was ruined.

“Our kitten’s greedy.”

Seungwoo snorted softly and straightened up. He wanted to keep fucking him in this position one more time—but remembering Seungbin sulking behind him with his cheeks puffed in complaint, he knew they had to change positions.

“Hold on. I’ll put it back in again soon.”

Whispering gently, Seungwoo slowly withdrew the fist lodged in Doyoung’s ass. The inner flesh that had been clamped tight around his arm followed it out for a moment, clinging desperately. But as soon as the fist slipped free, the red mucosa quickly retreated into place. The hole—stretched wide and ripened obscenely—glimmered as it quivered, packed full of honey.

“Heungh.”

Doyoung moaned in disappointment. As if he’d grown used to even this, he no longer felt pain. After taking two cocks in his pussy and a fist in his ass today, his asshole could probably accept just about anything now without trouble. It had fully become an organ meant to receive men’s cocks.

“Heung, hurry… hurry and put your cock back in.”

Doyoung shook his ass and whined, wanting his suddenly empty asshole filled again. With such a small, pale ass to begin with, seeing him spread a hole stuffed with honey and wag it around like this was dangerous. No wonder his cock wouldn’t go down—he kept doing things this cute. Seungwoo snorted.

“I said I’d put it back in. Wait a second. Stop advertising how much of a slut you are.”

Seungwoo lightly smacked the honey-soaked ass. “Ngh!” Doyoung let out a sharp moan, trembling, while Seungwoo looked down at his own arm resting against Doyoung’s backside. Realizing that the sticky liquid dripping down it had just been inside Doyoung’s ass made him go mad with arousal. He wanted nothing more than to shove it back in and beat his guts again.

“Fuck, this is driving me crazy.”

Seungwoo muttered. Pulling out his twitching cock wasn’t easy, but thinking of Seungbin, he forced himself to withdraw. Seungbin matched his timing and pulled out as well.

As both men’s cocks slid out of Doyoung’s pussy at once, the semen pooled inside flowed out in a stream. Like a plump abalone just lifted from the sea, his thick lips fluttered, leaking milky fluid from the split between them.

“So now white juice is coming out of our hyung’s pussy?”

Honey dripped from Doyoung’s ass, while pale juice dripped from his pussy. Just moments ago, it had been red, watermelon-flavored juice—now it was white, semen-flavored pussy juice. Unable to leave that alone, Seungbin hurried over and buried his mouth in Doyoung’s pussy.

He pressed his lips to the spread labia and sucked up the liquid pooled inside. Sluurp, smack. When he pulled hard, both men’s semen flowed into his mouth. With watermelon flavor and arousal mixed in, the taste was strange—though since it came from Doyoung’s pussy, it was delicious regardless.

“Good.”

Smacking his lips, Seungbin moved next to Doyoung’s ass and buried his face there, sucking up the honey packed inside, gulping it down. Just like his pussy, the byproducts that came out of him were delicious. So sweet it made his head ache—sweet enough that getting diabetes wouldn’t have been surprising.

Suddenly, Seungbin thought he shouldn’t be enjoying this alone. He slid a finger into Doyoung’s pussy, curling it like a fishhook, scraping out the watermelon pulp that had been crushed and soaked in semen.

Chunks of watermelon clung to the tip of his long, slender finger as they were pushed out. Seungbin cupped his palm under the entrance and caught them. Drained of juice and turned pale, the pulp reeked of pussy and cock. Without a doubt, it was something produced by the genitals of someone born with two sexes.

Seungbin pulled Doyoung upright. Standing him in the yard in nothing but a large white T-shirt, semen dripping down his legs, Seungbin held the watermelon pulp from his pussy up to Doyoung’s lips.

“This came out of your pussy, hyung.”

Doyoung stared at the mangled pulp like an idiot. Nearly shapeless, its red color completely gone, he blinked slowly as he looked at it.

“Try eating it. It’ll be good.”

Seungbin whispered. His voice—sweet like the honey that had filled Doyoung’s ass—soaked into Doyoung’s ears, thick and sticky.

Doyoung’s lips slowly parted. With his mouth open, he extended his tongue toward the watermelon pulp soaked in pussy juice.

***

It rained for three days straight. They said the islands got more rain than the mainland—and it truly poured without mercy.

The sky refused to clear. Even when the rain paused for a moment, and a thin beam of sunlight slipped through the clouds, dark storm clouds soon rolled back in to swallow the sky again. The sea was dyed gray, the waves rumbling low, tapping like knuckles against glass.

The air inside the house was damp. The floor was lukewarm, the wallpaper swollen and peeling. Moist air lingered in the rooms like breath. When the windows were opened, wet wind rushed in, mixing the smell of dampness with the scent of the sea.

The rain would seem to stop, only to start pouring again moments later. Over and over, the weather cleared and darkened. The island felt submerged in water—and Doyoung’s heart grew damp with it.

“Guess the boat won’t run today either.”

Seungbin muttered as he sat on the wooden porch, watching the rain. With the rain falling nonstop, the boat hadn’t come in for days. As a result, food, alcohol—everything they had in the house—was starting to run out. They wouldn’t starve, but eating plain white rice mixed with leftover side dishes every day had Seungbin’s complaints piling up.

“Man… I wanted to fatten our hyung up with lots of good food.”

Tsk. Seungbin’s grumbling always ended with lamenting that he couldn’t feed Doyoung properly. Doyoung himself hadn’t even thought about it.

Compared to his life in Seoul—where he survived on cup noodles and triangle kimbap—these warm meals with soup and side dishes felt far more filling.

And more than that, just living with Seungbin and Seungwoo gave him peace. With people who liked him so much right beside him, what more could he need?

“Hyung, I’m sorry. They said the goods will come in as soon as the weather clears. Just hang in there a bit longer.”

“I’m fine with the meals you make now.”

Doyoung said it sincerely. Seungbin immediately declared that their hyung was a real angel, grabbed him, and showered him with kisses. “Ahaha, that tickles.” Doyoung’s laughter rang across the porch along with the rain. From a short distance away, where he was reading, one of Seungwoo’s eyebrows twitched.

“Wait—at this rate, aren’t we gonna run out of alcohol soon, too?”

In the middle of hugging Doyoung, Seungbin suddenly muttered as if it had just occurred to him. They’d been drinking far more than usual, and even the beer they normally ordered generously was almost gone.

They’d always liked drinking, but with Doyoung around, nightly drinking parties had become routine.

“Ugh. Why does it have to rain now…”

Seungbin said worriedly. And this shipment wasn’t just food and necessities—there were some fairly important items included. Not urgently needed, but important enough that the delay made him restless.

“Don’t worry about it. This isn’t the first time.”

Seungwoo finally spoke up. On an island like this, boats being delayed by rain was common.

“I know that. I’m still worried.”

When Seungbin snapped back pettily, Seungwoo just shrugged.

“Geez. Why do I even talk to you?”

Seungbin sighed at Seungwoo, who clearly didn’t share his concern, and stood up. Having seen this dynamic countless times now, Doyoung could only smile lightly when they bickered.

“Ah. It’s almost time to cook. I should go make dinner.”

Muttering as he stepped off the porch, Seungbin prepared to run to the kitchen, holding his hands over his head instead of grabbing an umbrella.

“Oh—wait. I’ll help. Let’s go together.”

Doyoung stood up. Seungbin, standing under the eaves, turned back.

“It’s fine. There’s nothing hard about it. Just rest. All you have to do is eat what I make.”

Grinning kindly, Seungbin ran off toward the kitchen. Even so, Doyoung felt bad letting him cook alone and tried to follow—but Seungwoo grabbed his wrist.

Doyoung froze in an awkward half-standing position and turned to look at Seungwoo.

“Just stay. It’s raining—don’t go and get soaked for nothing.”

Doyoung bit his lip. He felt bad toward Seungbin and couldn’t sit back down easily.

“Even if you go, there’s nothing you can help with anyway.”

“…That’s not true.”

Doyoung shot back instinctively. Even though he knew himself that there wasn’t much he could actually help with, hearing Seungwoo state the fact so bluntly still stung.

“At least I could carry the table or something…”

Realizing how silly that sounded, Doyoung’s voice trailed off. Seeing him wilt like that, Seungwoo burst out laughing. Sharing the table… not only was it funny that he even thought of that with his fragile body, but the table wasn’t so big that Seungbin couldn’t carry it alone.

“Just sit. You’ll only make more work for Seungbin if you follow him.”

“…Uh.”

Doyoung was left speechless. It annoyed him a little—but it wasn’t wrong, so he had nothing to argue with.

Sigh. In the end, Doyoung gave up and let out a breath. Fine. If that’s the case, he’d just sit and eat whatever was brought to him.

With that thought, he lowered himself back into his seat.