Masuk"You're going to grip me so good," Lee Seung continued, his voice wrecked and thick with lust. He spread Daehyun wider, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks, pulling the opening taut so he could push his tongue even deeper. "Feel how you're opening for me? So hungry. Your hole is fucking pulsing on my tongue."Daehyun sobbed into his arm. The words—filthy, explicit, spoken in that low, gravel-rough voice against his most intimate place—were almost more than he could bear. His cock was an agony of neglect, swinging between his thighs with every involuntary jerk of his hips, precome sliding down the shaft in a steady, slick rope. He needed to be touched. He needed to come. He needed Lee Seung inside him so badly it was becoming a physical pain, an emptiness that ached and clenched and begged."Seung, please—" His voice cracked. "Please, I need you. I need you inside me. Please fuck me. Please."Lee Seung groaned—a raw, animal sound that vibrated against Daehyun's wet, sensit
"Please what?" Lee Seung's voice was a low, dark rumble against Daehyun's ear. His fingers hadn't stopped—that slow, torturous rub along the cleft of Daehyun's ass through his slacks, pressing just hard enough to make the fabric bite into the sensitive skin beneath. "Tell me what you want. Use your words."Daehyun couldn't think. The darkness of the storage room, the heat of Lee Seung's body, the muffled music vibrating through the walls—it all blurred into a single, overwhelming sensory assault that left him capable of only one thing: wanting."I want—" He swallowed. His throat was raw. "I want your hands on me.""My hands are on you.""On my skin."Lee Seung made a sound—half groan, half laugh—and his fingers went straight to Daehyun's belt. He worked the buckle open with one hand, the button next, and then the zipper, and the sound of it in the dark was obscenely loud. Daehyun's slacks dropped to his thighs. His boxer briefs followed a second later, shoved down roughly, and then th
The company party was hell.Kim Daehyun had been standing by the bar for forty minutes, nursing the same glass of cheap whiskey, watching his coworkers laugh too loud and dance too close and pretend they weren't all counting the minutes until they could go home. The music was too heavy on the bass. The lights were too dim. And every time someone brushed past him, he flinched like a man with something to hide.Because he was.He was hiding the fact that he was hard.It had started an hour ago, the moment Lee Seung walked through the door. Lee Seung—the new senior developer, the one who'd been at the company for only three weeks but had already ruined Daehyun's life in ways that man didn't even know about. Lee Seung, who was tall and broad-shouldered with a jaw that could cut glass and a mouth that looked like it was designed for sin. Lee Seung, who wore his dress shirts with the top two buttons perpetually undone, exposing a strip of golden throat that made Daehyun want to put his tong
It was 4:00 AM, the deadest hour of the night, and the humid air in the back hallway of the salon was thick with the scent of raw sex, sweat, and ozone. Leo was bent over the handle of his cleaning cart, his knuckles white against the plastic, his body rocking back and forth with the brutal, relentless rhythm of Marcus’s thrusts.His loose sweatpants were shoved down around his knees, trapping his legs together and making his tight, slick channel feel even smaller and tighter around Marcus’s massive, vein-roped girth. His cropped tank top was pushed up around his armpits, leaving his lean, pale back completely exposed to the heavy, hot breathing of the salon owner hunched over him.Marcus was in rare form tonight. He was fucking Leo with a deep, punishing ferocity, his heavy balls swinging forward to slap against Leo’s perineum with every downward plunge. The wet, squelching, slapping sounds of their coupling echoed loudly down the empty corridor, a filthy symphony that announced exac
It was 4:00 AM, the deadest hour of the night, and the humid air in the back hallway of the salon was thick with the scent of raw sex, sweat, and ozone. Leo was bent over the handle of his cleaning cart, his knuckles white against the plastic, his body rocking back and forth with the brutal, relentless rhythm of Marcus’s thrusts.His loose sweatpants were shoved down around his knees, trapping his legs together and making his tight, slick channel feel even smaller and tighter around Marcus’s massive, vein-roped girth. His cropped tank top was pushed up around his armpits, leaving his lean, pale back completely exposed to the heavy, hot breathing of the salon owner hunched over him.Marcus was in rare form tonight. He was fucking Leo with a deep, punishing ferocity, his heavy balls swinging forward to slap against Leo’s perineum with every downward plunge. The wet, squelching, slapping sounds of their coupling echoed loudly down the empty corridor, a filthy symphony that announced exac
The mirrored walls of Booth 4 were practically fogged over, the oppressive heat of the UV bulbs turning the tiny space into a wet, slippery sauna of sin. Marcus’s rhythm had devolved from brutal and methodical to completely savage, his massive body hunching over Leo’s slick, oil-coated form like a beast mounting its mate.The heavy, sloppy slaps of their oiled skin echoed like gunshots in the confined room. Marcus’s thick, vein-roped cock was a battering ram, plunging in and out of Leo’s abused, soaked hole with a friction that was bordering on violent. The baby oil had mixed with their sweat and Leo’s slick, creating a thick, creamy lube that made every thrust squelch obscenely, drooling down Leo’s pale thighs and pooling on the hot acrylic beneath him.Leo was completely gone, his eyes rolled back, his mouth hanging open in a silent, breathless scream. His own cock was bobbing wildly against his stomach, slapping against his skin with every jarring impact of Marcus’s hips, leaking a







