His voice cracked with it—raw, trembling, the sound of a boy overwhelmed, undone. His thighs squeezed tighter around Shin's hips, his hands a mess in that thick black hair, pulling now, definitely pulling—but not to stop him. Never that.
Shin didn't stop.
He sucked harder, drawing deep with every pull, like he was drinking the heat straight from Yuki's skin. His fingers moved lower—brushing across Yuki's stomach, his trembling waist—until they slid down between his legs, to that flushed, leaking proof of just how much Yuki didn't hate this at all.
"Already hard again…" Shin whispered against his chest, amused and darkly proud. "So greedy, kiddo. Didn't I just make you cum?"
"I-it's not my fault," Yuki choked out, voice muffled by the mattress where his cheek was pressed, his eyes burning with tears of overstimulation. "You—nghh—you keep doing… that…"
"Doing what?" Shin asked innocently, wrapping his fingers around Yuki's cock in one slow, perfect stroke. "This?"
Yuki screamed again. His back arched hard, his legs jerking, body betraying him in every possible way. He whimpered something unintelligible, half plea, half curse, hips already bucking helplessly into Shin's hand.
"Mm," Shin hummed, lazy strokes teasing more than satisfying. "You say you can't take it, but your body's begging me not to stop."
Yuki shook his head, tears slipping free now, but not from pain. His face was pink, flushed to the tips of his ears, and his thighs trembled around Shin's hips like they couldn't decide if they were locking him in place or trying to run.
"I c-can't… I really—Shin, I—"
Shin kissed him. Full on the mouth this time.
Yuki gasped into it, and Shin used the moment to slip his tongue past those trembling lips. Their mouths met wet and hungry, Yuki's moan melting into the kiss, his hands still in Shin's hair like it was the only thing keeping him anchored to this world.
"You're mine," Shin breathed against his lips. "Every time you make that sound, you belong more to me."
"I'm not…!" Yuki tried to argue, but his voice broke again when Shin's thumb brushed the head of his cock. He sobbed—beautiful and raw and real—and clung tighter.
"You are," Shin whispered. "So let me hear you. No hiding. No biting your knuckle. Let me have everything."
He slid down again, kissing down the middle of Yuki's body—his ribs, his trembling belly, the twitching muscles of his stomach—until his mouth hovered just above where Yuki was most vulnerable.
"No," Yuki gasped, panicking suddenly. "Don't—please—if you do that I'll—!"
Shin licked the tip.
Yuki screamed. Loud. No mattress to muffle it this time.
His whole body arched violently, and his hand flew to his mouth too late. The sound was already out, already echoing off the walls.
Shin smirked around him, then took him deeper.
Wet heat surrounded him—tight, soft, so incredibly warm—and Yuki cried out again, fingers clawing at the sheets now, his legs falling open wider on either side of Shin's shoulders without meaning to.
Every breath he tried to take came out a broken moan.
Every flick of Shin's tongue, every slow bob of his head made Yuki twitch harder, gasp louder, beg more desperately.
His fingers found Shin's hair again—tangling, trembling—until they couldn't decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.
"P-please—Shin—Onii-Chan—I can't—I'm gonna—!"
And Shin didn't stop.
He sucked harder, deeper, faster now. His hands pressed firmly against Yuki's hips, holding him still as he worked him to the edge all over again.
Yuki sobbed again, no longer even trying to hold back.
He shattered with a cry that filled the room—arching up off the bed, his whole body spasming in Shin's hands as he came again, harder this time, hotter, almost violently so.
Shin swallowed everything. Every pulse. Every twitch. Every desperate cry.
Then, slowly, he pulled off and kissed the soft skin just below the base, tender and reverent.
Yuki was shaking. His chest heaved. His voice was gone. His eyes were glassy and half-lidded, lips parted in exhausted disbelief.
Yuki lay beneath him—wrecked, dazed, glowing. His breath came in soft, fluttery gasps, like his lungs couldn't quite remember how to work. His hands, still tangled in the sheets, had gone limp, fingers twitching only when Shin's lips pressed a final, reverent kiss to the inside of his thigh.
Shin looked up at him through his dark lashes, his mouth glistening, his eyes gleaming with something molten and possessive. He rose slowly, crawling up Yuki's trembling body like a panther stalking its prize, until he hovered above him, face-to-face, chest to chest, hips settled flush between soft, opened thighs.
Yuki's lips parted, but no words came. His eyes were glassy, pupils wide, and when Shin leaned down to kiss him, he tasted his own release on that tongue—and didn't flinch.
He kissed back. Desperate. Hungry. Willingly.
Shin groaned against his mouth and rolled his hips slowly—just enough for Yuki to feel the firm, throbbing heat pressed between them. Still hard. Still wanting him.
Yuki whimpered. "No… I can't—"
But Shin only kissed him harder. "You can," he whispered. "And you will."
His hand slid down between them, not gently now, not teasing—he gripped himself, lined up with practiced ease, and pressed the tip against that slick, spent heat nestled between Yuki's thighs.
Yuki stiffened, eyes flying open, but Shin caught his face—cradled it with both hands, thumbs brushing his flushed cheeks as he stared deep into him.
"Look at me," Shin said, low and rough. "I'll go slow."
Yuki trembled, but he didn't look away.
Not when Shin began to push in—inch by inch, stretching him open again. Not when his breath hitched and his hands flew to Shin's shoulders. Not even when his eyes welled up, not with pain, but with the sheer overwhelming intensity of it.
Shin was quiet now. Focused. Every inch he sank into Yuki was deliberate, reverent. Not just claiming—but worshiping. Their bodies pressed tighter, heat wrapped around heat, and when he bottomed out, Yuki's whole frame shook.
There was no teasing now. No smug comments.
Just the quiet sound of their breathing. The soft, slick slide of skin against skin.
And then—movement.
Slow. Gentle. Rolling hips and whispered breaths. Shin moved like he was trying to memorize the shape of Yuki from the inside out, like this wasn't just sex, but something holy. Yuki clung to him with wide eyes and trembling limbs, his voice reduced to quiet gasps and choked whimpers.
"You feel so good," Shin breathed against his cheek. "So tight… still sucking me in."
Yuki moaned. His arms wrapped tighter around Shin's neck. He couldn't speak—couldn't form words if he tried—but his body answered for him. The way his legs curled around Shin's waist. The way his hips tilted, matching the rhythm. The way he clenched when Shin angled just right and stars burst behind his eyes.
Shin found that spot and hit it again. Again. Again.
Yuki sobbed, high and soft, overwhelmed all over again.
"You're mine," Shin murmured. "Every inch of you. Every sound you make. Every time I'm inside you—you belong to me."
Yuki didn't argue anymore. Couldn't. He just nodded into Shin's neck, biting his lip until it trembled loose, every movement of Shin's hips drawing out a sweeter sound than the last.
They moved like that for what felt like forever—soft moans, slow thrusts, skin slick with sweat. Until Shin pulled back to look at him again. Yuki's hair clung to his forehead, his cheeks stained pink, his lips kiss-bitten and wet.
"I'm close," Shin growled, his pace starting to break, falter. "Yuki—baby—I'm—"
"Inside," Yuki whispered, shocking even himself. "Don't pull out—just… don't…"
Shin groaned—like the sound had been ripped from deep in his gut—and kissed him fiercely. Then he pushed in deep, one last time, and held there—buried inside, shaking.
Release hit like a wave.
Yuki felt it—every twitch, every pulse, every drop spilled into him. It sent him over too. His back arched, his mouth open in a silent cry as his own climax wracked through him again—smaller this time, but no less intense. Just pleasure layered on top of pleasure, drowning in it.
They stayed like that.
Panting. Pressed together. Still connected in every possible way.
Shin collapsed beside him but didn't let go—pulling Yuki close, cradling him like something fragile and precious. He kissed his temple, then his cheek, then his lips again. Slow and sweet.
"I love you," Shin whispered into his hair.
Yuki didn't answer right away. He was still shaking. Still overwhelmed.
But then—
"…I know," he whispered back, burying his face in Shin's neck. "I think I always did."
And Shin held him tighter.
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END OF CHAPTER : 212 : DON'T STOP!
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