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They had already ruined his hyung.
Lee Sa-young could not help but guiltily love the fact thatthey had already ruined his hyung.
“Ah Ah Ahhh”
His hyung moaned, screamed as Lee Sa-young punched the lewd noises out of his always-tempting hyung with his cock.
His hyung held onto him for life and Lee Sa-young was also holding onto him tightly, not wanting to let his hyung go, not wanting his hyung to ever escape his cock where he had finally pinned his elusive hyung to and would not let him ever again go.
Would it be horrible of Lee Sa-young to say ‘Welcome back’ to his hyung right now? To confess that he had always been wanting, always been waiting, always been searching and longing and wishing for his hyung to come back and then for them to be together, come together in pleasure and a bond deeper and more permanent than anything else?
“Love you so much.” Lee Sa-young desperately told him, biting at his hyung’s neck.
And maybe because of the false permanent mark fiasco, the area near the collared mating gland there was even more sensitive than usual and his hyung was coming on his cock.
And Lee Sa-young was coming and knotting into his hyung because he could never get enough of his hyung’s face – the debauched face he had always dreamed of, fantasized of, wanted to see and now could see.
When Lee Sa-young was done with him, he was not only going to fill his hyung’s every hole, but also paint that face, caress it many times and paint that face within his claim. How beautiful would it be so caught in the ecstasy that he had given to his hyung? How beautiful would it be covered and loved with his come?
Lee Sa-young was horrible. The worst dongsaeng.
Lee Sa-young was horribly in love with his hyung.
Deciding that he could gnaw and kiss and bite his hyung’s neck (and many more places) later, Lee Sa-young kept his promise and began filling his stomach with more than his hyung’s saliva, but also his milk, the milk he now could drink voraciously without holding back any of his greed and desire.
“Ahhh-” His hyung called out, toes curling and arms hugging Lee Sa-young’s head as Lee Sa-young’s knot was still shooting in him, filling him with hot seed, as Lee Sa-young was still drinking his fill from him, taking his eight years’ worth of milk.
The night had only begun.