DASH

“Mmngh...”

As the glans—nearly the size of a child’s fist—slid in, the tightly gathered wrinkles were forcibly stretched out. The unavoidable pressure made Jiheon moan reflexively. But it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable. The prolonged foreplay had melted the entrance thoroughly. With oil and cream still slick over it, the penetration was smoother than ever—hard to believe it had been three whole months.

“It feels like you’re sucking me in.”

Jaekyung, clearly feeling the same, sounded awed—as if this were his first time. When Jiheon didn’t reply and simply covered his face with his hands, Jaekyung looked a bit startled, gently pulling his hand away and asking,

“Hyung, are you not feeling it? Then should we stop?”

“No, it’s not that...”

I’m just... embarrassed. Jiheon smiled weakly, shielding his face with his other arm.

“It feels like I’m the one desperate for it. It’s embarrassing...”

“Embarrassing? Now, of all times?”

Jaekyung’s eyes widened like he’d just heard the strangest thing in the world.

“Not just now... it’s just, you know. Wanting it this bad even while pregnant—it feels kind of pathetic.”

“Seriously...? The baby exists because we did this in the first place, what are you talking about?”

Jaekyung looked genuinely baffled, and Jiheon couldn’t help but laugh helplessly at the obvious truth.

“And if you’re the one being ‘desperate,’ then what about me—I’m basically insane for it.”

“Yeah... sometimes you really do seem like that.”

“....”

Jaekyung was the one who said it, but then he suddenly clamped his mouth shut.

“Hyung, you’ve just never seen me actually lose it. Every time we do it, I’m trying so hard not to lose control.”

Really...? It already seems like you’ve lost it.

Jiheon almost wanted to ask aloud whether Jaekyung had ever been born with rationality to begin with. But then he shook his head. No—thinking back to the rut, Jaekyung really was incredibly considerate and restrained most of the time.

And now that he realized this was their first time being intimate since then, Jiheon was overwhelmed by how precious and emotional this moment felt—even the hesitation between them felt too fleeting to waste.

Jiheon cupped Jaekyung’s cheeks in both hands and pulled him close. He kissed him several times, trying to pour every overflowing feeling into each one, then wrapped his arms around Jaekyung, running his palms slowly along his broad back. He whispered low into Jaekyung’s ear.

“Anyway, I’m fine now. Just... do whatever you want, however you want.”

And it’s okay if you go in deeper now. Jiheon added with a faint smile.

“Do it like you usually do. Go all the way.”

“I did go all the way.”

“No, you didn’t.”

When Jiheon teased, “When did you suddenly get half the size?” Jaekyung laughed and said,

“Ah, hyung, seriously!”

“I was just worried about you.”

“You don’t need to be.”

Jiheon already knew what Jaekyung was concerned about. His own hesitance earlier had probably made Jaekyung overly cautious. Feeling a little guilty, Jiheon patted Jaekyung’s back affectionately.

“Come on, if you’d looked it up even a little, you’d know. There’s nothing dangerous in the second trimester. It’s actually the safest time, and they say you can go back to how it was before pregnancy.”

“...You looked it up too?”

“Obviously. Hey, I probably researched it even more thoroughly than you.”

Jaekyung groaned and buried his face into Jiheon’s shoulder.

“I thought I was the only one looking it up every day.”

“Not a chance.”

Jiheon chuckled and stroked the back of Jaekyung’s head.

“I told you I wanted it. I really, really wanted to do it. So do it properly.”

At that plea, Jaekyung finally raised his head and looked into Jiheon’s eyes. Realizing he hadn’t been the only one desperate made something soften in Jaekyung’s gaze, yet the desire shimmering behind it only darkened.

Not that he tried to hide it. Jaekyung wrapped his left arm tightly around Jiheon and, in one motion, thrust his hips all the way in.

“Mmngh...”

Jiheon found himself hugging Jaekyung even tighter without meaning to. He had expected it, but it still felt like too much. The sudden fullness, like an empty space had been completely packed, sent a small shock through him.

Even if it was just a difference of a centimeter or two, the feeling was completely different. It wasn’t just the overwhelming fullness; the most sensitive, unreachable part deep inside—the one fingers could never touch—was now being pressed gently by Jaekyung’s glans. Jiheon tensed, his ass tightening instinctively.

“You okay? Want to wait a bit before we move?”

Maybe Jaekyung thought it was from nerves, given the sudden clench, and asked carefully.

“No... just do it now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Jaekyung, visibly relieved, rubbed the tip of his nose against Jiheon’s cheek.

“I’ll go slow.”

As promised, Jaekyung began to slowly draw his cock back out. He pulled until only the head caught at the entrance, then pushed back in with the same long, deliberate breath. Maybe it was because it had been so long, but Jiheon felt every inch of the movement with piercing clarity. When it withdrew, the thick glans dragged roughly across his walls, making Jiheon’s back tremble. And when it entered again, the pressure of something that size forcing through such a narrow passage left him breathless.

“Is this pace okay?”

Jaekyung repeated the slow motion and asked. When Jiheon nodded, he finally braced his hands against the mattress and began to move his hips in earnest.

“Ah, ah, aah!”

As the pace picked up, the clash of conflicting sensations came faster and faster. The chill of the withdrawal, and the burning heat of each plunge—it struck Jiheon’s nervous system like alternating waves of ice and fire. It was like dunking into a cold bath and a hot one in turn.

“Jaekyung... Ah, ah, Jaekyung-ah, Jaekyung...”

Jiheon clung to him, calling his name as if begging him to save him from the maddening sensations.

“I’m right here.”

But Jaekyung, feeling how Jiheon’s insides tightened more desperately than usual, seemed to interpret even that as another form of begging. And truthfully, it wasn’t wrong.

“Do you like this?”

Jaekyung asked gently, lowering his hips and thrusting even deeper. His cock, hard beyond firm, slammed into the very deepest part of Jiheon in one go. Jiheon screamed, hugging him tighter. As Jaekyung’s rough thrusts repeated, Jiheon clung to his neck, then grabbed his arm braced beside him, then wrapped both arms around his back as he sobbed.

“Hyung, you’re really responsive today.”

Jaekyung ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) couldn’t hide the delighted expression on his face at Jiheon’s unusually intense reactions. Supporting himself with both hands on the mattress, he leaned forward, pressing his firm chest against Jiheon’s swollen one, carefully avoiding his belly. Then he thrust upward again.

“Ah! Ah, ahh, mmn!”

With his body lowered, the angle deepened. Without pulling out even halfway, Jaekyung kept ramming deeper and deeper, roughening the rhythm inside.

And it felt unbearably good.

The usual discomforts from rough sex—the sensation of bones twisting or the sharp stretch of the entrance—were nowhere to be found. All Jiheon could feel was the vivid presence of Jaekyung’s cock ravaging his insides.

The thick glans mashed against the sensitive flesh, scraping his thin inner walls as if to tear them, and each time a jolt of electricity ran through Jiheon’s entire body. The intense pleasure was so overwhelming, it made even the tips of his limbs go numb, and Jiheon’s weakened body writhed helplessly beneath it.

“Haah! Haa, aaaaah...!”

Jiheon, unable to contain the pleasure that surged from head to toe, finally screamed, arching into Jaekyung as he clung tightly. His inner muscles clenched violently around Jaekyung’s cock, and with a gush, more slick fluid spilled from deep inside.

“Hnnngh...”

Jiheon threw his head back, trembling. This climax was louder and messier than usual. Not just down below—his whole body was soaked in sweat. A sweet ache spread across his skin, so much that he couldn’t tell if it itched or hurt. His untouched nipples were swollen and sore, brushing against Jaekyung’s chest with every movement and making him moan—but even that didn’t make him ask Jaekyung to stop. If anything, he wanted him to touch them harder.

Half out of his mind, Jiheon wrapped his arms around Jaekyung’s neck. He pulled him closer, rubbing his own chest against Jaekyung’s firm torso.

“Mmn... ngh...”

As he rubbed his aching nipples against Jaekyung’s chest and moaned, Jaekyung teased playfully.

“Jini, Daddy’s doing something naughty.”

“Oh, come on...”

Please don’t say things like that. Even as Jiheon pleaded, he didn’t stop the slow rubbing. He shouldn’t be doing this. He knew nipple stimulation was off-limits during pregnancy. But the sensation was too electric to resist, and he rubbed harder until Jaekyung laughed and gently pried Jiheon’s arms away.

“Nope. Daddy said we’re not allowed to do that.”

Speaking in a soothing voice, Jaekyung planted his hands on either side of Jiheon’s head and lifted his upper body again.

“But I’ll do something even better instead.”

With that, the thick length that had been snugly buried inside him slid out, and the next second—

Smack. It slammed back in with a wet sound.

“Huh...!”

Jiheon couldn’t even scream—he gasped and clutched Jaekyung’s arm in panic. Taking that as his cue, Jaekyung began thrusting in earnest. Even without rut, an alpha’s cock was more than enough to pound ruthlessly into Jiheon’s soft, trembling insides.