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It was another damn sub-scenario again. 

He'd gone extensive lengths to avoid it, yet here it was, rearing its head right in the middle of their dungeon crawling. It wasn't quite a dungeon per-say—the place had several floors, each mirroring the aesthetic of a major nebula. They were on the Olympus floor, which meant they were fighting pseudo Gorgon, snakes, and various other mythical beasts that dissolved into nothing when they killed them. 

It was a breeze really. Maybe that's why to up the difficulty, the sub-scenario had been forced on them. He should have known—he’d been vigilant when it came to Olympus related things in previous scenarios, but he'd let his guard down here. 

Two arrow pricks and a very pissed off protagonist later, Kim Dokja found himself unsteady on his feet. As soon as he'd recognized the sub-scenario he called on Biyoo to close the channel immediately. They were stuck on this level until they cleared the sub-scenario, which would cause some unrest among the viewers, but he had no choice anyways.

<Sub Scenario – Cupid's Gift>

Type: Sub

Difficulty: ???

Clear condition: With the prick of Cupid's arrows, you've been afflicted with uncontrollable lust and libido. Hold out until it wears off! 

Time Limit: ???

Reward: ???

Failure: ???


It was a useless sub-scenario only meant to force the Protagonist into an emotionally vulnerable position. The novel had been very rough on the details, but from what he could remember, Yoo Joonghyuk sheer willpower had held off the effects until they were to safety. Unfortunately, they were already safe, having already cleared the floor, and the aphrodisiac-laced arrows seemed to be working. Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him with heavy eyes, looking like he was barely keeping his breathing measured. Kim Dokja wasn’t much better.

"Kim Dokja," he said. He was definitely affected, his voice pitched lower than usual. Kim Dokja swallowed, his knees trembling, body already flaring with heat. He was already hard. It was taking literally everything in him to keep himself standing. When Kim Dokja had been initially pierced by the arrow he’d been alright, the Fourth Wall blocking more the effects, but every time his eyes fell on Yoo Joonghyuk and his way to handsome face, the Fourth Wall had thinned, getting weaker and weaker with every stuttered breath. 

"We—" his voice cracked on the word. He licked his lips and tried again. "We cleared this floor. We'll be fine." 

"Is there a cure?" Other then his deeper voice, Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice steady. He barely sounded affected at all, this bastard. Kim Dokja shook his head. 

"Willpower?" He suggested weakly. Then his legs collapsed from under him. 

Yoo Joonghyuk reached out to catch him, but either the stuff was really beginning to get to him, or he was caught by surprise because they both ended up on the ground. Kim Dokja found himself on his back, limps tangled among Yoo Joonghyuk. His felt dizzy. His face felt hot. His brain was fuzzy—he couldn't muster up any useful information no matter how hard he tried, and it was like 99 percent of his brain power was being forcibly directed to his lower regions. Yoo Joonghyuk was pressed down hard against him, enough so that Kim Dokja could feel the length of something hard pressed against his hip. Kim Dokja was hard too, and pressed up against Yoo Joonghyuk’s stomach. 

Strangely, it didn't feel humiliating, or embarrassing. It felt—it felt good. It was like his embarrassment was being pushed to the back of his mind, like it didn't matter. Kim Dokja shifted a little, biting back a sound that threatened to escape at the feeling. When he tried to move again, hands clamped down on his wrists, pinning them up over his head. Familiar dark eyes stared down at him, pupils blown. Kim Dokja stared back, lips parting as Yoo Joonghyuk ground his hard cock against him. 

They moved against each other for a moment, just grinding into each other. A whimper finally escaped his lips and Yoo Joonghyuk jerked at the sound, eyes wide. Kim Dokja pushed his hips up into that delicious pressure, and couldn't help but tip his head back, gasping at the feeling. The fingers gripping his wrists tightened, almost bruising, but that felt good too. 

And then they were gone. 

Yoo Joonghyuk rolled off of Kim Dokja, staggering to his feet and leaving him on the cold, unforgiving marble. The man took a deep breath, walking to the pillar a few meters away with surprising steadiness before dropping down against it. Kim Dokja watching, incredulous as the man closed his eyes and began to breathe steadily. He was meditating.

Kim Dokja was vaguely disappointed, but it was as expected of Yoo Joonghyuk and his cheat-like control. It wouldn't last long, from what he remembered in the Way of Survival. Of course, in the novel he'd been with a woman who was very, very willing even before the scenario even started, so it was a bit of a different situation. 

With Yoo Joonghyuk away from him, it was a little easier to think. He rolled onto his stomach, trying to push himself to his feet, but his arms gave out and he collapsed onto the ground, wheezing. How the hell could Yoo Joonghyuk even move? The pressure of the marble floor against him felt mortifyingly good. He lied there for a few moments, trying to control himself. It didn't last long.  

He couldn't help it. A breathy sound escaped his lips as he pressed down against the ground, angling his hips slightly. It felt good. It felt so good. His hips were moving on their own, grinding down against the stone floor. He couldn't stop humping down, the pressure against his dick so good his eyes were glazing over, vision getting blurry. He felt the heat of an intense gaze on him, and he knew he should stop. There was a reason he should stop. He just couldn't remember why. 

Yoo Joonghyuk was watching. If Kim Dokja could focus his gaze, he'd stare back but he could only blink in Yoo Joonghyuk’s direction, mouth gaping as he continued humping against the ground like some sort of animal in heat. Yoo Joonghyuk's hand was moving down, over his own crotch, and Kim Dokja blinked, vision clearing as he focused on the outline of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hard cock through his pants. It made Kim Dokja hotter, the blaze inside him burning even brighter. There was a lewd sound, a truly pornographic sounding moan, and it took a second for Kim Dokja to realize it was coming from him. 

It was too much. Yoo Joonghyuk was moving his hand slowly, rubbing along the outline outside his pants like he had all the time in the world. If Kim Dokja could think, he'd be impressed at the other man's control, but his brain was full of the image in front of him. Of Yoo Joonghyuk fucking into his hand, getting off on the sight of Kim Dokja like this. Kim Dokja’s hand moved down against his crotch and he humped into it, unable to control his hips. He couldn't control his own body. 

"Yoo…Yoo…Joonghyuk," Kim Dokja rasped out. Yoo Joonghyuk's hand on his dick stuttered, then quickened, ever so slightly. Yoo Joonghyuk's lips parted and Kim Dokja wanted to kiss them. The fire in Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes was blazing. Kim Dokja wanted to close his eyes, the sight almost too much for him but he couldn't, unable to tear his gaze away. He panted. "Ah...hah…." 

"Kim Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk said, voice low. He deftly unbelted his pants, unfastening it. There was a wet spot on his briefs, right where the tip of his cock would be. Kim Dokja's hips jerked violently at the sight. He watched as the man stuck his hand into his briefs and began jerking his cock quickly. The outline was more prominent through the briefs, and he looked big. As expected of the protagonist, Kim Dokja thought hazily, but even that thought was tinted with heat. He wanted to crawl over, he wanted Yoo Joonghyuk to pull out his dick so he could see it, and Kim Dokja could imagine it already, so wet from pre-cum and so hard from how hot it was, how hot they were, and he could see it in Yoo Joonghyuk's face as he stared at Kim Dokja that he was thinking the same, that he wanted—that he wanted—

"Ah, fuck—" Kim Dokja gasped. His hips stuttered into his hand. "Ah, ah, ah—" His hips arched as he came in his pants. He was coming so hard, and it felt so good as he rubbed into his hand, unable to help himself as he milked his orgasm. It was so wet. His head rolled, limp against the ground and he saw Yoo Joonghyuk was coming too, brows furrowed, mouth parting as he jerked up into his hand like he couldn't stop himself, his movement violent and uncontrolled. Kim Dokja felt himself spurt a little more in his pants at the sight, at the bitten off gasps and growls Yoo Joonghyuk was making. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper, closing his eyes. 

But as was the nature of the scenario, it wasn't enough. It was an endurance test, and that had always been what Kim Dokja was the worst at, no matter the field. He could already feel the it coming back, flames stirring, his cock aching. He curled a little at the feeling, groaning. 

"Fuuck," he hissed. The Fourth Wall was completely useless, and Kim Dokja felt like he already knew why. Perhaps if he was alone, he'd be able to withstand it. But he was with Yoo Joonghyuk. Yoo Joonghyuk, who had always been with him. Yoo Joonghyuk, with a face everyone in the world would fall in love with. Yoo Joonghyuk, who was coming this way. 

Kim Dokja jerked upright as Yoo Joonghyuk approached. His orgasm had given him some of his brain function back, but he knew it was temporary. He didn't have enough facility in him to stop the man as Yoo Joonghyuk stood over him, grabbing him by the hair. Kim Dokja felt himself harden at the feeling. Oh no. In his direct line of sight he could see Yoo Joonghyuk's pants were still unbuckled. He, like Kim Dokja, had come in his pants, and Kim Dokja could see evidence of it, his cum starting to soak through his briefs. Kim Dokja panted at the sight. He wanted to reach out, to lick, to touch. It was starting again, and Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't helping, manhandling him like this. Then Kim Dokja's head was jerked back, forcing him to look up. 

"How long?" Yoo Joonghyuk said. His voice was so rough, but still steady. Kim Dokja was honestly impressed he could stand. His own legs felt like jello.

"For what?" He asked, distracted. He was so close to Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock. It smelled like sex. The hand in his hair tightened. Kim Dokja bit his lip to stop himself from making another sound. 

"For it to stop,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. He seemed almost amused. He knew what he was doing to Kim Dokja, the bastard. 

"I…" Kim Dokja’s breathing hitch. He was so hard, and he felt good. He could barely string a sentence together.. "I think, an hour. Or—ah, or, or two." The details were a little blurry. The Ways of Survival hadn't been specific. "I think…ah, maybe, a, one to th—three hours. At—hah—at most—" 

Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes were dark. "Stop," he said, and Kim Dokja didn't understand. Then he realized Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't looking at his face, but lower, Kim Dokja looked down as well. 

He was humping into his hand again, his hand rubbing against the outline of his cock. He was fully hard again. He hadn't even realized he was touching himself. That was why it felt so good. He rubbed his heel down against his cock again, closing his eyes at the feeling. Then he did it again, breathing stuttering. Then his head was jerked back up by the hair and he was forced to look up at Yoo Joonghyuk's hot gaze. 

"Kim Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk said, voice stern. Kim Dokja couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Sorry," he said. "It feels good." And then he ground into his hand again. The hand in his hair tightened. Yoo Joonghyuk closed his eyes for a moment, as if overwhelmed. 

Then he opened them again. He looked as if he’d come to a decision. "I won't be able to stop," he said. Kim Dokja grinned. 

"Since when have you ever cared about that?" He asked, and then lifted a hand to Yoo Joonghyuk crotch. At the very first touch, he felt Yoo Joonghyuk's cock jump. He rubbed through the thin cloth of the man's briefs, humming. "Not bad. As expected of the—" Protagonist. Kim Dokja swallowed. "Regressor." 

Yoo Joonghyuk looked down at him, but with more lust than anything so it looked like he was getting a pass. He began to rock his hips into Kim Dokja's hand. Kim Dokja licked his dry lips, slipping his hand into his pants. He pulled the elastic of Yoo Joonghyuk’s briefs down, pulling out his cock without hesitation. Clearly the aphrodisiac had killed his sense of danger. Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock was red and hard, leaking at the tip, wet from his previous orgasm. Kim Dokja felt his mouth water. He couldn’t stop staring, rubbing his palm up and down the shaft, as if hypnotized. When Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t stop him, he leaned forward, licking the tip. 

Yoo Joonghyuk's hips jerked, and the tip of his cock was forced into Kim Dokja’s mouth. He didn't mind, sucking on it, tonguing the slit with the tip of his tongue. The taste wasn't bad. Yoo Joonghyuk made a sound like he'd been stabbed. Kim Dokja thumbed the slit of his own cock too, mirroring his actions, but it wasn't enough. He moved forward, taking more of Yoo Joonghyuk's cock into his mouth, until it was more than halfway in. It felt so heavy on his tongue. 

"Kim Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk groaned. He sounded so wrecked. Kim Dokja wanted to hear more, so he pulled back, then forward, fucking Yoo Joonghyuk's cock deeper down his throat. He didn't gag, and felt good. He'd never done this before, but it felt better than expected. Yoo Joonghyuk groaned again. His hand was still tight in Kim Dokja's hair but he didn't pull or force anything. He still had far too much control. Kim Dokja kept sucking Yoo Joonghyuk's cock, up and down the length slowly, so slowly.  

Then finally, the hand in Kim Dokja's hair tightened. Ah, he'd finally gotten the message. Holding him by the hair, Yoo Joonghyuk, dragged Kim Dokja’s mouth farther onto his cock, growling with irritation. Kim Dokja moaned, and Yoo Joonghyuk’s hips buckled at the vibrations. Then, when Kim Dokja didn’t pull away, Yoo Joonghyuk did it again, dragging Kim Dokja forward and back by his hair. Then again. And then soon, he was fucking Kim Dokja's face with vigor, grunting and gasping as his hips jerked up and into Kim Dokja's watering mouth. 

Kim Dokja closed his eyes. Spit was being fucked out of his mouth, dripping down his chin but he didnt care. He could only moan and moan as his face was fucked like a toy. He could barely breathe, but it made it better. His own hips jerked weakly, and then he was coming so fast, just to his hand at the feeling of Yoo Joonghyuk fucking his throat, again and again and again. His vision went white and he knew he was making horrible fucked out noises, but they could barely be heard over the slick sounds of Yoo Joonghyuk fucking his mouth. 

Yoo Joonghyuk jerked Kim Dokja's head back and off his cock, forcing his neck in an arch. Yoo Joonghyuk jerked himself for those last couple strokes, staring at Kim Dokja's face as he came, mouth opened and panting. He came on Kim Dokja's face, over his cheeks and lips, in Kim Dokja's open mouth. Kim Dokja blinked dazedly, unable to take his eyes off the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk's cock spitting out cum, the length twitching in his hand with every spurt. Yoo Joonghyuk eyes were half lidded, watching the trail his dick left on Kim Dokja's face. He rubbed his cock against the corner of Kim Dokja's lips, a last spurt dripping down his chin. It was so hot. Kim Dokja couldn't do anything, only watch, moaning quietly.

When he was done, Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed him by the collar, dragging him up to his feet. His eyes were bright as he brought Kim Dokja to eye level, eyes dragging over his face. He was looking at where he'd cum. Kim Dokja lifted a hand, rubbing at the spots with the edge of his sleeve. He'd regret that later. 

"That was nice," Kim Dokja said, unsure what else to say. His voice was rough. He cleared his throat, but it didn't really help. He could still taste Yoo Joonghyuk in his mouth. The other man didn't say anything, dragging Kim Dokja by the collar. When Kim Dokja stumbled, legs giving out from under him, Yoo Joonghyuk lifted him like he didn't weigh anything, tucking him under his arm like a misbehaving dog. It would be insulting, but Kim Dokja was too tired to argue. 

It wasn't done yet. Kim Dokja breath caught in his chest as his dick began to stir again, hardening and erasing the drowsiness before it could even set in. Yoo Joonghyuk barely showed any reaction, but the fingers by his hip curled slightly. 

"I guess there's worse ways to die," Kim Dokja muttered. His voice really sounded awful, scraping against his throat. Yoo Joonghyuk ignored him, continuing to walk.

Eventually they came to his destination. It was a bench, a fancy red plush one. It didn't quite fit with the setting but Kim Dokja wasn't going to argue. He was dropped onto it unceremoniously. 

A clear bottle appeared above him. Yoo Joonghyuk was holding a bottle of water to him. Did he just by that from the Dokkaebi Bag?...

"Drink," he said. Kim Dokja took it, feeling a little touched. Who knew this sunfish could be thoughtful like this? Well, he had to have something to make up for his bad personality. He had to get women in bed somehow, and who would have known bedside matters would be it.

He took a swig, glancing up at Yoo Joonghyuk with a grin. "What, don't want to taste your own—" 

Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes narrowed. Even that look sent a bolt of lust straight up his spine. Well, he was really in the thick of it now. Kim Dokja didn't finish his sentence, lifting the bottle to drink. 

Yoo Joonghyuk watched him intently. Kim Dokja drank slowly, throat bobbing at each swallow. When he had drunk a bit he capped it, and Yoo Joonghyuk whisked it away. Kim Dokja didn't see where he put it, because just as he handed the bottle over the heat in his groin flared. He doubled over, gasping. 

A hand on his cheek. Kim Dokja opened his eyes to find Yoo Joonghyuk kneeling down in front of him, brushing a hand through his bangs carefully. His brows were pinched, and he was clearly fighting back another wave of the aphrodisiac, eyes at war with himself. Kim Dokja would have laughed but it didn’t feel like the time.  

He made the decision for the other man. Spurring his aphrodisiac-lent courage, he grabbed Yoo Joonghyuk by the collar. He was weak as hell from the stuff, but not enough to prevent him from doing this. Yoo Joonghyuk looked stunned as he was thrown onto the bench, watching with bright eyes as Kim Dokja climbed onto his lap, straddling him. The next wave was setting in, and Kim Dokja was hard again. He closed his eyes, rocking his hips with a groan. 

"C'mon you sunfish bastard," he said. “Don’t hold out on me.” As if spurred by his words, Yoo Joonghyuk seized him by the back of the neck, dragging Kim Dokja's lips to his. 

It was fast and aggressive, and yet somehow the hottest thing. Pretty good for a first kiss. Yoo Joonghyuk kissed like he fought, violently and without compromise, and Kim Dokja was just left going along with it like always. He moaned when Yoo Joonghyuk pried his mouth open with his, licking his way inside. 

Kim Dokja's hips rocked slowly, rubbing against Yoo Joonghyuk's hard cock, which was leaking all over their shirts. He was rubbing against the mess inside his own pants too, but it still felt good, even though it probably should have been gross. He really has to get his pants off, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop to pull them off. Rubbing up against Yoo Joonghyuk felt so good, and the fuzz in his brain was telling him to keep going. Clearly Yoo Joonghyuk didn't agree because he broke the kiss and shoved Kim Dokja back. Kim Dokja’s whined. 

Yoo Joonghyuk manhandled him into taking off his pants, then his underwear, and then his jacket, tossing them all to the floor carelessly. Only then did he let Kim Dokja sit on him again. They both moaned as they moved together, the slick flesh of their cocks sliding together. Yoo Joonghyuk's hand pressed against his hip, finger pressing hard before he was moving them lower. 

"Ah." Kim Dokja arched as a finger pressed against his hole. He wanted it. "Ah, ah, yes, please." 

Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers appeared in front of his face. "Open," he said. Kim Dokja groaned, buckling his hips urgently. 

"You jerk, you—c’mon, are you always this slow with—mmph!" Fingers shoved into his mouth. Kim Dokja sucked, and feeling a little mulish he nipped at Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers. 

A hand slapped against Kim Dokja's ass. He choked, buckling, his eyes rolling at the unexpected feeling. Yoo Joonghyuk watched him smugly.

"Bad," he said. Kim Dokja wanted to scream, but he couldn't, his mouth stuffed full of Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers. 

After what felt like an eternity, Yoo Joonghyuk finally took his fingers out and pressed down against Kim Dokja’s hole again. He pressed inside. Kim Dokja moaned as he took the finger easily, the rub of Yoo Joonghyuk's finger inside him so good. 

It wasn't supposed to feel like this. He'd done this before, with his own fingers, but it definitely never felt like this. Another finger was inserted, then another. He opened his mouth, but the only thing that came out was a choked out moan. He rocked his hips uncontrollably. 

Yoo Joonghyuk angled his fingers, crooking them slightly, and Kim Dokja felt him brush against something that made his mind blank out, back arching. "Oh, oh," he gasped, trying to blink the stars out of his vision. "Oh fuck. Ah, Yoo Joonghyuk—" 

Yoo Joonghyuk shoved his fingers in again and Kim Dokja cried out, back arching. Then he did it again, and again. Kim Dokja was practically plastered to Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest, rocking his hips up and forward against Yoo Joonghyuk's cock and then back, onto those fingers. "Fuck, yes, yes, ah, uhm, Yoo, Yoo Joonghyuk—" 

His vision was blurring. He was babbling about how good it was, moaning Yoo Joonghyuk’s name as fingers pressed against his prostate. He found it every time without fail, tormenting it ruthlessly, and Kim Dokja could only writhe, sobbing at the feeling. Sometimes Yoo Joonghyuk would rub at the end of every thrust, and Kim Dokja's eyes rolled back, just taking it. He didn't want it to stop. It was never going to stop. He jerked back into Yoo Joonghyuk's fingers taking if again and again, so close, so close to the edge, and then—

A hand clamped around the base of his cock. Kim Dokja choked out a broken sound, body jerking violently. He couldn't come. 

"You, you—" he gasped. He reached down, tugging at Yoo Joonghyuk's hand uselessly. The fingers in his ass continued to fuck him. "Ah, ah, please, please—" 

Then the fingers disappeared as well. Kim Dokja lifted his head. Dark eyes stared at him, hot with intent.

"Kim Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk said. His hips moved rhythmically against Kim Dokja. He moaned, fingers tightening on Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you." 

Kim Dokja shuddered, hips rocking. Yes. 

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't move. You're going to take my cock."


"You're going to want nothing but my cock for the rest of your fucking life." Kim Dokja closed his eyes. 

"Yes," he said. "Yes, please." 

Kim Dokja felt fingers on his ass, stretching his cheeks apart. He felt the tip of Yoo Joonghyuk cock against his entrance. 

Yoo Joonghyuk fucked in without warning, shoving him full of cock instantly. Kim Dokja's eyes rolled back, body convulsing when Yoo Joonghyuk let go, coming again. Cum spurted all over Yoo Joonghyuk's shirt. It felt so good he could only gap uselessly at the ceiling for a moment. He sobbed, because Yoo Joonghyuk didn't stop, dragging Kim Dokja up halfway up his cock before shoving his dick back in. 

He couldn’t stop making sounds as Yoo Joonghyuk began fucking him with earnest, moving Kim Dokja's body up and down like he was some kind of sex doll. Yoo Joonghyuk fucked his hips up as well, jerking them up everytime Kim Dokja was dragged down, piecing Kim Dokja so deep. Each brush against Kim Dokja's prostate felt like dying, his whole body seizing up with the feeling. It only took a handful of seconds before he was hard again. 

The world spun. Kim Dokja felt himself being lifted, then shoved back down. He blinked as he found his upper body leaning over the back of the bench, his knees on the seat. He was bent over at the waist, legs spread. A cock was rubbing up against his hole, not quite penetrating it, fucking in the space between his cheeks. Kim Dokja sobbed, spreading his legs wider, shoving his hips back. The fingers on his ass tightened, spreading him lewdly. 

"Good," Yoo Joonghyuk growled, and then fucked him. 

The sound was so lewd, the wet sound of Yoo Joonhyuk’s dick fucking in again and again, balls slapping against his ass. It was wet, like Yoo Joonghyuk had come inside him already. Maybe he did. Kim Dokja's hands clawed at the back of the bench as Yoo Joonghyuk hit his prostate again and again. Kim Dokja knew his dick was spitting pre-cum all over the plush bench, ruining it. His vision was so hazy, unfocused, and he could only stare blankly, seeing nothing as drool dripped from his mouth. He was making so much noise, just yes and please, broken vowels fucked out of his mouth with every thrust. He was so loose, Yoo Joonghyuk sliding in and out with ease. Yoo Joonghyuk was groaning, gasping into his ear, ragged breathes brushing over the back of Kim Dokja's neck as he bent him over, fucking him harder, faster, grasping Kim Dokja's hips so tight that his knees were barely supporting him. Yoo Joonghyuk's dick was so hard, throbbing and Kim Dokja felt himself tighten around it at the feeling. It made Yoo Joonghyuk groan, pounding him harder. 

Something in him snapped. Kim Dokja's back arched, his eyes rolled back as he came, and it was like the orgasm was being fucked out of him. He was coming so hard, harder than he'd ever come before, spurting cum onto the bench with every thrust of Yoo Joonghyuk's cock inside him. Yoo Joonghyuk came soon after, thrusts becoming ragged, shallow, and then he was coming, filling his hole with hot spurts of cum. His hips jerked as he came, like he was trying to fuck it into Kim Dokja, milking his orgasm with stuttered thrusts. Kim Dokja’s hips jerked, coming a little more at the feeling. 

Kim Dokja slumped against the back of the couch. He could feel Yoo Joonghyuk moving slightly, hip rocking with the aftershocks. He wasn’t stopping Yoo Joonghyuk was still hard inside of him, moving like he was possessed. Kim Dokja groaned.

It was going to be a long three hours.