TSOTI – Chapter 3.5

“Huu, huu…….”

Seungwoo tilted his head back as if it felt good, letting out hot breaths. Twisting his lean waist with the erector spinae standing taut, he ground the cockhead deep inside in slow, heavy circles. Like pounding in a mortar, the smooth head rubbed and crushed the flesh, and the watermelon broke apart inside. Juice seeped out again, wetting the pussy. Through the narrow gaps in that cramped space packed full of cock, sweet fragrance leaked out in thick waves.

“Hyung. Juice keeps leaking from Hyung’s pussy.”

Seungbin, watching entranced, muttered dazedly. The sight of the pussy spilling juice made an unendurable thirst rise in him. He moved behind Seungwoo and dropped into a crouch. Sliding between Seungwoo’s legs, he lifted the sagging balls—and there it was: Doyoung’s pretty pussy swallowing Seungwoo’s cock. He stuck out his tongue and began to dig into the pussy around where Seungwoo was buried.

“Aaang!”

Something soft pried his pussy open again, and it made Doyoung deliriously happy. Unable to get deep because of the position, Seungbin settled for licking up the juice running out of Doyoung’s pussy.

Seungbin’s tongue kept brushing Seungwoo’s cock. The sensation of the pussy alone was already insane—having a tongue touch him too was pure bliss. Seungwoo couldn’t hold back and started moving his hips.

Thud. Thud.

Each time his hard cock punched inside, more juice leaked out, wetting Seungbin’s tongue.

“Hyung’s pussy is insane. It’s so fucking good.”

Seungbin wiped his lips, slick with watermelon juice, and crawled out from between their legs. Then he pulled his own cock out for insertion. He rubbed the head against the pussy already stuffed with watermelon and Seungwoo’s cock, then began to push in slowly.

“Aaang…! Aaaah, ngh…!”

Doyoung’s pussy opened wider to take the second cock. Because Seungwoo and Seungbin loved stuffing the same hole together and grinding it raw, his pussy—reduced to a rag—took it like it was nothing.

A pussy already packed with watermelon flesh loosened again, spreading to its limit. Two thick pillars pressed together, stuck flush as they rubbed the pulp and the vaginal wall. With the cocks jolting inside him, pleasure flooded Doyoung so hard he couldn’t stand it. He threw his head back and spilled filthy cries—his gut tingled so sharply it felt like every nerve in his body was burning.

“You like it, pussy hyung?”

Pressed tight to Seungwoo’s back, hips shoved forward, Seungbin asked. The face he wore—fresh off being buried inside—was overflowing with rapture.

“Aaah, I like it! Mmmh! Two cocks! I like two cocks!”

“I’ll feed you what you like best. Gotta make our hyung nice and full.”

From behind, Seungbin started moving. His cock was so long he never managed to sink it all the way even normally, but this time—watermelon inside, and fucking together with Seungwoo—he couldn’t even get half in.

Even so, Seungbin felt more turned on than usual. Watching Doyoung chew watermelon with his pussy had swollen his arousal into something huge, dragging his pleasure up to the brink.

“Hut, huu, huu…….”

Seungbin exhaled hard, rolling his hips wide. As his cock slid out and pushed back in, prying him open, Doyoung bounced his ass like he was delighted. Every time a cock moved inside, it scraped his walls. The sensation of a cock rubbing and grinding was good, no matter how many times he felt it.

“Faster. Scratch harder, Seungbin.”

Seungbin’s slow pace made Doyoung frantic. He shook his ass and whined, throwing a tantrum. Watching those bouncing cheeks, Seungwoo swallowed a laugh. Seungbin couldn’t see his ass flesh quiver, but he could feel the pussy clenching down on him perfectly.

“Slut hyung. Keep that up, and your pussy’s gonna get wrecked. If you don’t care about it getting wrecked, I’ll do it.”

“Mmhmm! Wreck my pussy! Tear this slut pussy up—rip it all apart!”

“If you say shit like that again, I can’t hold back.”

Laughing as he spoke, Seungbin picked up the pace and began to pound. Thud. Thud. Each thrust made his groin bump against Seungwoo’s ass. He bent his knees and drove up from below. Every time his cock slid out, Seungwoo’s heavy balls draped over the shaft; when the cock disappeared fully into the pussy, the balls were crushed and mashed against Seungbin’s lower belly.

“Fuck. These damn balls are annoying—should’ve just shoved it all in.”

Seungwoo muttered low. Even as he complained, he was quietly enjoying the friction of Seungbin’s body grinding against him.

With Seungwoo’s movement restricted because he was wedged between Seungbin and Doyoung, he grabbed Doyoung’s ass instead. While Seungbin worked hard behind, driving and stimulating his cock, Seungwoo spread Doyoung’s cheeks apart with both hands.

Already ruined to the point that the entrance was basically broken, the asshole gaped so wide he didn’t even have to work at it to see all the way inside. The rolling red flesh inside looked glossy, drenched with fluid. Unlike the pink opening, the inside was a deep, vivid red—obscenely so.

While fucking Doyoung, Seungwoo spat into the gaping hole. Keeping time with Seungbin’s rhythm, he rocked his hips and filled the open hole with spit. He shoved fingers into the now slicker hole and dug in too. Smearing spit into every corner of the inner walls, he kept stuffing that hole with viscous liquid without stopping.

“Ahng, eut! Eut! Heuuu, hng! Aheungh, ah……!”

Doyoung shuddered in ecstasy—fucked and fingered at the same time. The pussy being worked by both of them felt good, and the asshole Seungwoo was digging into felt good, too. The pleasure was so intense it felt like his thoughts had stopped. Every nerve in his body went insane.

“There—ngh! Deeper! More—deeper, deeper!”

Doyoung cried as he opened and clenched his asshole. Unsatisfied with just fingers, he chewed down on Seungwoo’s fingers like he was begging for more stimulation, rough and desperate.

Ha.

The corner of Seungwoo’s mouth lifted. He was already taking two cocks in his pussy—what the hell was he still lacking that he was begging for more?

“Slut. If I put more in you here, your pussy’s gonna be wrecked. You know that, right?”

“Aah. I know! Mmmh. But I still want more. Put more in!”

“Does this bastard really think saying it makes it happen?”

Seungwoo clicked his tongue. He knew Doyoung was a slut, but he hadn’t expected him to beg for more even while taking two cocks.

And yet, that was exactly what turned Seungwoo on even more. Doyoung, drunk on sensation, craving something harsher—that was one of the things Seungwoo went crazy for.

So even knowing it was too much, he decided to do it anyway.

“You said it yourself. You asked me to put more in.”

Seungwoo confirmed one last time, just in case. Doyoung, lost in pleasure, only shook his ass mindlessly.

He’d already drowned in pleasure and completely lost his reason. Not knowing what he was saying, not even knowing what he wanted—he was instinctively craving only a stronger stimulus than whatever was currently ripping through his body.

“Yeah! Mmmh! Hurry—put it in! Fill my asshole too!”

“If you end up unable to use your ass, that’s not on me. Got it?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I don’t care. Hurry—put it in. I want it. Mmmh…”

Hearing that answer, Seungwoo slowly looked around. What caught his eye was the honey sitting on the table. They’d brought it out earlier to add to the fruit punch as a drinking snack, and it was still there.

“Hngh, ngh, mmmh… ngh.”

While Seungbin kept pounding and Doyoung’s moans rang through the yard, Seungwoo calmly prepared. He picked up the honey and started squeezing it into the gaping hole. Sticky, golden liquid began filling the deep red inside. Along with the sour, rising stink of pussy, the sweet smell of honey spread everywhere.

Seungwoo kept pouring until the asshole was packed to overflowing. Soon, the golden liquid was running down over white ass cheeks. Then he shoved a finger back in and drove it in and out again. A hole stuffed with heavy, viscous liquid swallowed his finger without strain.

“Pussy. I’m putting it in.”

Seungwoo warned him one last time. Then he began inserting his hand into the wide-open hole, waiting like a mouth for food. His fingers, gathered into a cone, slowly sank in. That asshole-pussy—one that could swallow a man’s fist without effort—took Seungwoo’s hand without hesitation.

“Aaaaah, ah……! Aheungh, ngh!”

But when Seungwoo’s hand pushed past the back of his hand and into the wrist, Doyoung screamed in agony. With two cocks already stuffed in his pussy, he couldn’t endure a hand in his ass on top of it.

It truly felt like his belly was about to burst. Two cocks were moving nonstop in his pussy, and through his ass, a hand—far more intense—was forcing its way in.

There was no space left inside that narrow body. Every hole was stretched wide, distorted around two cocks and the shape of a hand. It felt like his insides were going to tear. The price of craving men’s cocks came back as this brutal pain.

“A-ahh… it hurts. It hurts… hngh…”

Doyoung, who’d been wailing in pleasure, began to cry now, saying it hurt. His belly was so full he could barely breathe. He couldn’t even twist away to resist—if he moved even a little, he felt like his stomach would burst. His heart hammered madly, his vision burning hot.

“Hngh… it hurts… it hurts, too… Heuk.”

His slender body kept trembling. Bent over, Doyoung just kept crying.

“You’re the one who wanted it. You said you didn’t care if your asshole got ruined—you told me to hurry and put it in.”

Saying that, Seungwoo pushed his hand deeper. Through the thin wall, the sensation of the cock buried in him transmitted into his palm.

Doyoung writhed under the flood of pleasure, yet suffered under the extreme pain of being filled. Even drowned deep enough in sensation to lose his mind, he couldn’t shake off the instinctive fear that pain brought.

“But… heuk. This hurts too much… heuk. I can’t take it. I can’t, Seungwoo. Hngh.”

“When you begged me to put it in, you were fine—so why the hell are you whining that it hurts now, huh?”

Seungwoo’s gaze on him was nothing but gentle. He stared for a long time at Doyoung’s asshole with his hand stuffed inside. Just having his hand in Doyoung’s hole made him unbearably aroused. Even more so when he watched Doyoung cry and struggle while swallowing it.

A body that spreads its ass like this and takes both cocks and fists… Seungwoo truly, genuinely loved Doyoung’s pussy. And he loved him even more when he cried that it hurt and trembled—yet still couldn’t stop craving cock.

Now Seungwoo felt like he finally understood. What it was that had made him fall so hard for Doyoung.

“Choi Doyoung.”

Seungwoo called his name softly. In that instant, Doyoung’s tears—until then nothing but sobbing and trembling—stopped dead.

“I like your body.”

Seungwoo’s voice came to him from far away. Every nerve that had been wandering somewhere between pleasure and pain focused on that voice drilling into his ears.

“I like your holes that swallow anything I put in and make it taste good. I like your slut pussy that goes crazy for men’s cocks.”

Like blotting paper drinking up water, his voice seeped straight into Doyoung’s heart. The way that voice shook him, even the pain felt like it was being washed away. His heart raced as if it would burst. An emotion so full it heated his face swelled up inside him.

“I like you… who accepts all of this.”

Doyoung closed his eyes. Seungwoo’s voice, saying he liked him, was too sweet—digging into his chest like madness—so without meaning to, Doyoung shut his eyes tight.

It felt strange. Maybe it was just the kind of sweet lie people say during sex, but the words were so sweet, so sweet that Doyoung wanted to swallow them whole.

It wouldn’t have mattered if they truly felt nothing for him. No—he’d thought there was no way someone could feel anything for someone like him. But the moment he heard Seungwoo say he liked him, Doyoung felt his chest flutter in a way that made no sense—like they were people who actually had feelings between them…

And in that moment, a truth he’d been trying hard to ignore struck him anew. The fact that he liked them—so much that a simple “I like you” made him flutter like this…

“Do you understand what I mean?”

At Seungwoo’s question, Doyoung opened his eyes. For no reason, it felt like he might cry again. He’d never heard a confession like that in his life—so even if Seungwoo’s words were sweet lies, Doyoung could still be satisfied with that.

“Mmh…”

Doyoung answered carefully. Watching him speak with such effort, Seungwoo bit his lip. He wanted to grab him by the hair and kiss him right then, but with his hand shoved into Doyoung’s ass, he couldn’t.

Seungwoo exhaled deeply. Looking at Doyoung—who willingly gave him his body, who even accepted acts beyond that—made a violent desire blaze up inside him. That desire swelled the weak flesh once more.

Seungwoo clenched his fist inside Doyoung’s ass—then drove it deeper in a single plunge.

“A-ahh!”

The huge fist struck inside his belly, and Doyoung screamed. His thin thighs trembled, and clear fluid dripped from the cock, overwhelmed by the extreme stimulus.

“Aaang, ngh! Aaang, ngh! Ngh!”

Doyoung shook violently, crying and spilling filthy cries at the same time. His belly was so full that even a small movement felt like it would kill him, but the pleasure that surged in even harder made him forget the pain. Rapture wrapped around his entire body. Pleasure layered over pleasure—an ever-rising ecstasy with no ceiling—until the satisfaction became brutal.

“Mmmh, ngh… mmmh, hngh. Hiiik.”

With a choking sound, the stream that had been leaking from his cock finally stopped. Now Doyoung was bent over, gripping the table, tongue lolling out.

“Our pussy’s completely gone, huh?”

After craning his neck to check Doyoung’s face, Seungwoo spoke in a voice laced with laughter. His expression as he looked at Doyoung was pure rapture. This—right now—was Doyoung’s face that Seungwoo loved most. A face that had completely lost reason… like nothing was left in his head, tongue out, drooling everywhere, his entire face drenched in sensation.

Seeing Doyoung look at this lovable made desire surge again. Seungwoo pulled his arm out until only his fist remained, then slammed it back in. At the same time, he began to rock his hips. Seungbin, too, matched Seungwoo’s tempo and started moving with him.

“Hngh…!”

Already completely gone, Doyoung only let out animal, aching sounds, drool dripping from his mouth. Holes swallowing an arm and two cocks at the same time didn’t tire even under the rough treatment—they were too busy clenching around the intruders. The asshole inner walls that wrapped around his arm, the pussy that snugly held their cocks—everything kept its elasticity, tightening in rapid spasms without losing spring.

That was what drove the two men even crazier. No matter how hard they dug, no matter what they shoved in, this pussy just kept clenching.

Seungwoo’s face flushed red. So did Seungbin’s, pressed tight behind him as he drove his cock in.