Tears slipped from beneath Rim Young's tightly squeezed eyelids as he planted both hands firmly against Wi Hajoon's chest for support. Slowly, carefully, he sank down onto the thick, threatening length, the stretch sharp and painful. He stopped short of taking it fully; only when more than enough had forced its way inside did he brace himself. Using the strength in his trembling legs, he began to rise and fall, the motion labored and uneven.
"Mgh... hm..."
The soft, broken sounds escaped him without permission as he impaled himself again and again on Wi Hajoon's member. There was no pleasure in it—only an insistent pain that offered nothing else. The sole thing that kept him aroused, that kept him moving at all, was the deep kiss they shared. He clung to it, focusing on the slide of tongues and the press of lips, using that sensation to distract himself while his hips continued to move, albeit not that fast.
