Chapter 3: Unending Lovemaking
The air in the penthouse was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the kind of musk that clings to skin after hours of tangled limbs and desperate, grasping hands. The city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows pulsed like a slow, seductive heartbeat, casting long shadows across the room—shadows that stretched and twisted with every thrust, every gasp, every whispered curse that fell from Donghae’s lips.
Hyukjae was beneath him, spread open on the crimson silk sheets, his body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, his dark hair fanned out against the pillows like ink spilled across parchment.
His lips were parted, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Donghae fucked into him with slow, deliberate strokes, each one deeper than the last. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound muffled by the thick carpet, but the room was alive with the wet, obscene noises of their bodies coming together—skin slapping against skin, the slick, filthy sounds of Donghae’s cock sliding in and out of Hyukjae’s tight, greedy hole.
“Fuck,” Hyukjae moaned, his fingers digging into Donghae’s back, his nails leaving red marks on his skin.
His body arched off the bed, his muscles straining as Donghae’s cock hit that perfect spot inside him again and again. The pleasure was almost too much—it burned through him, searing his nerves, making his toes curl and his breath hitch. He could feel Donghae’s balls slapping against his ass with every thrust, the weight of them heavy and full, swinging with the rhythm of their fucking.
“You like that, don’t you?” Donghae growled, his voice rough with lust. He leaned down, his lips brushing Hyukjae’s ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“You’re so fucking tight for me, baby. You feel that? You feel how good you take my cock?” His voice was a low, filthy growl, the kind that made Hyukjae’s stomach clench and his cock twitch between their bodies.
Hyukjae whimpered, his fingers tightening in Donghae’s hair as he nodded frantically. “Y-yes,” he gasped, his voice broken. “Fuck, yes—don’t stop—please, don’t stop—”
Donghae chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against Hyukjae’s skin as he pulled back just enough to look down at him, his eyes burning with hunger.
His hips never faltered, never lost their rhythm—just kept driving that thick, heavy cock deeper and deeper, stretching Hyukjae open in the most delicious way. The wet, lewd sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, the obscene squelch of lube and sweat and need making Hyukjae’s face burn with shame and pleasure.
“Look at you,” Donghae murmured, his voice rough with admiration as he reached down to wrap his fingers around Hyukjae’s cock. It was hard and leaking, the tip slick with precome, twitching in his grip. “So fucking perfect for me.
Look at you, taking my cock like this,” Donghae growled, his voice thick with lust as he tightened his grip on Hyukjae’s dick, stroking him in time with his relentless thrusts. The friction was electric, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through Hyukjae’s body, making his back arch off the bed. His fingers clawed at Donghae’s shoulders, nails digging in deep enough to leave marks—marks he wanted to see tomorrow, marks that would remind them both of this night, of how desperately they’d needed each other.
The bed groaned beneath them, the frame rattling against the wall as Donghae fucked into him with deep, punishing strokes, his hips snapping forward with every thrust.
“Fuck, yes—just like that—” Hyukjae gasped, his voice breaking as Donghae’s cock dragged over his prostate again, sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body. His cock pulsed in Donghae’s grip, precome smearing over his fingers as he stroked him in time with his thrusts.
Donghae’s breath was hot against his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his ear.
"You’re so fucking tight for me, baby," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Look at you, taking my cock like this—so greedy, so perfect."
Hyukjae whimpered, his fingers digging into Donghae’s back, nails leaving half-moon marks in his sweat-slick skin. The pleasure was too much, too intense—his body trembled beneath Donghae’s weight, his muscles straining as he tried to meet each thrust, to take him deeper, to feel him everywhere.
The bed creaked violently beneath them, the sound lost beneath the wet, filthy noises of their bodies slamming together. Hyukjae’s cock throbbed in Donghae’s grip, precome smearing over his fingers as he stroked him in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck—fuck—” Hyukjae gasped, his voice breaking as Donghae’s cock dragged over his prostate again, sending another shockwave of pleasure through his body. His toes curled, his fingers clawing at Donghae’s back, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood.
The pain only seemed to fuel Donghae’s desperation, his thrusts becoming wilder, more erratic. The bedframe slammed against the wall with every punishing stroke, the sound echoing through the penthouse like a filthy metronome.
“You’re mine,” Donghae growled, his voice thick with possession. His hand tightened around Hyukjae’s cock, stroking him roughly as his hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper into that tight, clenching heat. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Hyukjae’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath Donghae’s weight.
The words *you’re mine* sent a jolt through him, straight to his cock, which pulsed violently in Donghae’s grip. His fingers clawed at Donghae’s back, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood, but Donghae didn’t flinch—he *liked* it. Liked the way Hyukjae marked him, claimed him right back.
“Y-yours,” Hyukjae choked out, his voice raw, his throat tight with need.
His body arched off the bed, his back bowing as Donghae’s cock dragged over his prostate again, sending another shockwave of pleasure through him.
Donghae’s hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper into that tight, clenching heat. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough with possession. “Say it again.”
Hyukjae’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath Donghae’s weight.
“Y-yours,” Hyukjae choked out, his voice raw, his throat tight with need.
“Fuck,” Donghae groaned, his voice rough with possession. “Say it again.”
Hyukjae’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath Donghae’s weight. His back bowed as Donghae’s cock dragged over his prostate again, sending another shockwave of pleasure through him.
“Yours,” he gasped, his voice breaking.
“All yours—fuck, Donghae, I’m—”
The words dissolved into a choked moan as Donghae’s cock slammed home, his balls smacking against Hyukjae’s ass with a wet, obscene slap. The sound was filthy, the kind that made Hyukjae’s face burn even as his cock twitched in Donghae’s grip, precome smearing over his fingers.
“That’s right,” Donghae growled, his voice a dark, possessive rasp. “Say it again, baby.
Let me hear you,” Donghae demanded, his voice a rough, filthy growl as he slammed his cock deeper into Hyukjae’s tight, clenching hole.
Hyukjae’s breath hitched, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his body trembling beneath Donghae’s relentless thrusts. The bed creaked violently beneath them, the frame rattling against the wall with every punishing stroke. The city lights flickered outside the windows, casting a golden glow over their sweat-slicked bodies, highlighting the way Donghae’s muscles flexed with each movement.
“Yours,” Hyukjae gasped, his voice breaking as Donghae’s cock dragged over his prostate again.
The pleasure was too much—his back arched off the bed, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his body trembling beneath Donghae’s weight. The bed groaned beneath them, the frame rattling against the wall with every punishing stroke, the sound lost beneath the wet, filthy noises of their bodies slamming together. “That’s right,” he growled, his voice rough with possession. “Say it again. Let me hear you.”
Hyukjae’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath Donghae’s weight.