The bedroom was dimly lit, shadows stretched long across the walls as the humid night pressed in. Ai, Aiko, and Rika lay collapsed on the sheets, their bodies tangled and spent, breath shallow in the heavy air. Their earlier frenzy had drained them to exhaustion, leaving only Shin and Yuki awake in the heat.
Yuki lay on his back, white hair mussed and sticking to his flushed cheeks. His body trembled faintly, muscles tight with anticipation. Shin crouched over him, gaze dark, hunger written across every line of his body. His hands roamed slow and deliberate, sliding down Yuki's bare side to grip his thigh, spreading him open.
"You've been waiting, haven't you?" Shin murmured, voice thick, husky with promise.
Yuki's lips parted, breath shaky. "I… yes…" His voice cracked, his whole body caught between eagerness and fear.
Shin's smirk deepened. He leaned in, brushing lips along Yuki's jaw, whispering hot against his ear. "Then take me."
Yuki gasped as Shin pressed against him, the heat of his length nudging between his cheeks, sliding slowly until it pressed at his entrance. His body jolted, hips twitching. "Shin… please…" he whined, clinging to his shoulders.
Shin guided himself with one hand, grinding against Yuki's tight ring of muscle. The blunt pressure made Yuki whimper, thighs spreading wider, his body betraying him with how badly he wanted it.
Then, without warning, Shin pushed in.
Yuki's cry tore through the silence, his back arching sharply as the thick intrusion forced its way past his resistance. His hole burned, stretched wide, every nerve alight with a mixture of pain and raw pleasure. Shin groaned low, sinking deeper, until his hips were flush against Yuki's ass.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Shin growled against his neck, teeth grazing his skin. "Clamping down on me like you were made for this."
Yuki trembled, nails digging into Shin's back, his voice broken. "It's—ahh—too much… Shin…!"
Shin didn't slow. He drew back, hips rolling, then thrust again. The bed creaked beneath the force, slick sounds filling the air as his cock slid in and out of Yuki's stretched, wet entrance. Yuki's moans pitched higher with every stroke, his body forced open, his insides clenching desperately around the thick intrusion.
"You feel that?" Shin rasped, snapping his hips harder. "Every inch of me—inside you, filling you. You're mine."
Yuki's eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening at the corners as his voice spilled in shaky cries. "Yes! Yours—ahh—yours…!" His body rocked helplessly beneath Shin, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper despite the ache.
Shin shifted, angling his thrusts until he struck that hidden spot inside Yuki that made him scream. His whole body jolted, back bowing, nipples hard against Shin's chest as pleasure sparked white-hot through his core.
"There it is," Shin hissed, slamming into the same spot again and again. "That's the sound I wanted. Take it, Yuki. Take all of me."
Yuki was a mess beneath him now — voice breaking into sobs of pleasure, his body quivering, asshole stretched around Shin's relentless thrusts. His cock twitched against his stomach, dripping, untouched, every roll of Shin's hips pushing him closer to the edge.
The rhythm turned brutal, wet slaps echoing in the dim room, Shin's grunts mingling with Yuki's high-pitched moans. Sweat slicked their bodies, heat radiating between them. Yuki clawed at Shin's shoulders, biting his lip to hold back the scream that built inside him.
"Louder," Shin demanded, driving into him harder, cock grinding deep, deeper. "Let them hear how good I'm fucking you."
Yuki broke — his cry rang out, raw and shameless, body convulsing as release overtook him. His untouched cock spilled across his stomach, ropes of white streaking his chest as his body clenched desperately around Shin.
The tight squeeze dragged Shin over the edge. He growled, hips bucking in sharp, erratic thrusts before pressing deep, burying himself fully. Heat flooded Yuki as Shin spilled inside him, groaning low against his ear, teeth biting down on his shoulder.
For long moments, only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Yuki trembled beneath him, legs still wrapped tight, body sticky and marked, his hole aching and dripping with Shin's release.
Shin kissed his temple, a dark, satisfied smile curling his lips. "You're perfect like this," he whispered, voice husky. "Completely mine."
Yuki clung to him, body shaking, face pressed into his chest. "Y-yes… yours…" he breathed, voice weak, broken, but full of need.
Yuki's body still trembled from release, chest rising and falling rapidly as he clung to Shin's sweat-slick form. His hole throbbed, stretched, leaking the heat Shin had poured into him. He thought, just for a moment, he'd be given a reprieve.
But Shin wasn't done.
Without warning, he grabbed Yuki's hips and rolled him forward, pressing his chest flat to the mattress. Yuki let out a startled cry, arms scrambling against the sheets as Shin yanked him up onto his knees, ass raised high.
"Sh-Shin—!" he gasped, but the protest broke into a choked moan as Shin shoved into him again, hard and unrelenting. The thick length speared him open, sliding back into his still-stretched hole with a slick, wet sound.
The sudden force made Yuki scream into the pillow, his body jolting as Shin slammed his hips against him, driving deep.
"Thought I was finished?" Shin growled, gripping Yuki's waist so tightly his fingers dug bruises into pale skin. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
The rhythm started brutal right from the first thrust. Shin's cock pistoned into him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing with every wet slap. Yuki's body rocked helplessly, pushed forward on the bed with each violent roll of Shin's hips.
"Ahhh—ahh! Shin—!" Yuki cried out, voice breaking. His nails clawed the sheets, legs trembling, his ass reddened from the relentless pounding. His cock dragged against the sheets with every thrust, leaking pre, smearing the bed beneath him.
Shin leaned over his back, teeth catching Yuki's earlobe as he fucked him harder. "Your tight little hole… it's begging for me," he hissed, breath hot. "I can feel it. Clenching around me like you don't want to let go."
Yuki's body betrayed him, squeezing tighter, drawing Shin deeper with every thrust. His voice was broken, high-pitched moans spilling without restraint, eyes wet and unfocused. "It's—ahhh—it's too much—too much—!"
"Take it," Shin snapped, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in with bruising force. The bed jolted, creaking, Yuki's cry muffled against the sheets. "Take every inch, Yuki. You're mine."
The sound was obscene — slick thrusts, wet friction, Yuki's cries mixing with Shin's guttural growls. Sweat dripped from Shin's body, falling onto Yuki's trembling back as he drove into him mercilessly, hips snapping with violent precision.
Yuki's arms gave out, his chest collapsing against the mattress, ass still held high by Shin's grip. His hole was raw, stretched wide, stuffed full with every ruthless thrust. His cock rubbed against the sheets, smearing precum, his whole body quivering, overwhelmed.
"Good boy," Shin rasped, pounding him harder, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. "Scream for me. Let me hear how much you love being fucked like this."
Yuki's scream tore free, unrestrained, his voice hoarse with need. His body clenched desperately around Shin, milking him, begging silently for more even as his mind spun from the intensity.
The thrusts grew frantic, deeper, faster, until Shin slammed so hard Yuki's body jolted forward violently with each stroke. The bed frame banged against the wall, their rhythm raw and punishing.
"Shin—ahhh! I can't—! I'm—!" Yuki sobbed, his cock twitching wildly. He came untouched, spilling hard across the sheets, his body wracked with violent tremors. His hole spasmed, clamping around Shin as he cried out, tears streaking his flushed cheeks.
That squeeze broke Shin. With a feral groan, he buried himself deep one last time, jerking his hips in rough, short thrusts as he released again, filling Yuki until it leaked down his thighs.
He slumped forward, pressing Yuki into the mattress, panting against his ear. His teeth grazed the boy's neck before sinking lightly, marking him as his.
"You're mine," Shin growled, voice low and spent, hips still grinding lazily into Yuki's swollen, used hole.
Yuki trembled beneath him, body limp, sticky, and marked, voice weak and broken into soft, needy whines. "Y-yes… yours… always…"
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END OF CHAPTER : 226 : YUKI'S HOLE!
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