‘Huh?’

Egru froze.

‘It won’t go in…’

It felt like he was trying to push his own buttocks with his fist.

‘Is this not where it’s supposed to go?’

He reached behind him, his fingers gently probing to confirm the location of the opening. He repositioned the tip of the penis, rubbing it this way and that against the slick entrance. Each movement caused a sticky, viscous fluid to smear and pull away. But as time wore on, the tense wrinkles only clenched tighter. All he was accomplishing was waggling his pale, bare backside, a purely visual, and ultimately fruitless, seduction.

Tears welled in his eyes, his frustration mounting. He knew the real reason: he was too scared to be bold, to just push it in.

“Hyung…” D’Élysée bit down hard, swallowing a damp groan. He was going insane from the teasing stimulation of his fully swollen glans. And that wasn’t all. The puckering opening was nibbling at the sensitive head of his cock. Thoroughly provoked, his erection surged, weeping with pre-cum. “Quickly…”

He pleaded with pitiful eyes, one hand caressing his brother’s soft chest while the other stroked down his thigh. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Nnh.”

Egru moved with a burning sense of duty. He could not let down his brother, who was watching him with such shining, expectant eyes.

‘O-One, two…’

He squeezed his eyes shut and, with trembling calves, swiftly lifted his legs. The moment his support vanished, he fell backward, crashing down onto the unyieldingly hard shaft.

“Hic…!“

The thick pillar bent and then, with a wet squelch, plunged inside. His unripe prostate was crushed, and the air was stolen from his lungs.

“Ngh, ugh…!”

No, no. Egru barely managed to fight back the urge to vomit. It was an impossible volume to accommodate. The sensation of a hot iron rod being shoved inside him made his stomach feel like it would burst.

I-I have to pull it out. Right now…

But perhaps because his prostate had been so thoroughly violated, he was hit with an instantaneous climax that made his eyes roll back in his head as his body convulsed. All strength left him, and the shaft, which had slipped out slightly, sank deep once more.

Spurt, spuurt—!

Pale white semen trickled down D’Élysée’s torso. It poured out of him endlessly, as if from a broken tap. But despite what it felt like to Egru, the amount that pooled on D’Élysée’s abdomen was meager.

“Ah, ahh…”

His inner walls began to contract repeatedly, as if welcoming a guest. But there was no more room to clench; they were already stretched to their absolute limit by the massive phallus. With every tight squeeze, it felt as though his prostate were being brutally stomped by the heel of a boot. The pleasure that shot through his searing lower belly only grew more intense, and the seemingly endless orgasm sent tremors through his thighs.

“Hiccup…“

Finally spent, Egru collapsed onto D’Élysée’s chest. Splat. His cheek squished into the puddle of his own release. As he gasped for air, D’Élysée stroked the back of his dark brown head.

“Are you okay, hyung?” his voice was laced with pitiful concern. “What should I do? It’s not all the way in yet…”

“Wh-What…?”

The words were a jolt to his system. He let out a few shallow breaths, forcing his heavy lips to move. “How… ngh, how far did it go in?”

“You shouldn’t look. It’s better not to know.” D’Élysée still managed a smile, as if to say he had done a great job. “Should I take over now?”

“N-No. I-I’m, fine.”

His pride unintentionally stung, Egru whimpered his reply. He didn’t want to lose the trust his brother had just placed in him.

“Doesn’t it hurt, hyung?”

“It doesn’t hurt. N-Not, not at all…” Egru bluffed to the very end, even as tears streamed from his eyes. He had come too far to give up now.

“Really?” D’Élysée’s voice was full of worry, but he couldn’t hide the delight on his face. He felt a depraved satisfaction seeing his brother, completely impaled, panting for breath. The shape of his own cock was perfectly outlined against his brother’s thin stomach. “That’s a relief. For a moment, I thought you were struggling…”

“Not… not at all.”

“I’m sorry. I must have misunderstood.”

“It’s, it’s oka—Nghk!“

As D’Élysée sat up with his shaft still buried inside, Egru’s toes curled sharply. In the already cramped space, the thick penis shifted back and forth. Egru instinctively tried to pull away, but the member was anchored so securely it didn’t budge.

D’Élysée supported Egru’s waist and the nape of his neck to keep him from falling. In one fluid motion, their positions were reversed. Egru was now lying on the bed, staring up at him.

The moon, which had been hidden behind the clouds, re-emerged. Bathed in the backlighting of the pouring moonlight, D’Élysée’s silhouette was huge and black, like a frenzied bull.

“But, hyung…” the voice that flowed from the deep shadow was endlessly tender. “I want to repay you, too. Is that okay?”

“I-If you want to…”

“Thank you, hyung.”

D’Élysée gripped his brother’s pale buttocks and spread them as wide as they would go. Even though he had only breached the entrance, it looked as though the skin was about to tear. He gently soothed the area around the struggling opening. He traced a half-moon on the skin with his thumb, and the reddish-purple wrinkles flinched in response.

A glossy sheen slicked his verdant eyes. That’s it. Very slowly, the corona of the glans began to enter. It was a struggle, but the small opening was trying its best to swallow him, just like his brother. The mere thought of his brother, who always accepted him, made the blood pound in his veins.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it. You just…” D’Élysée said, giving a slight upward thrust. A jolt of long-awaited pleasure made his abdomen ache. “…just have to relax.”

“Wait, ah…!”

Before Egru could protest, he pushed up again. Rip. The sensation of the delicate inner passage being torn for the first time shot through them. D’Élysée threw his head back, letting out a hot breath. The otherworldly tightness was making his head spin. A current of pure pleasure shot through him, making every muscle fiber pull taut.

Nnnnghk. Egru choked his scream down into a moan. It was the sound of D’Élysée’s lifelong hunger finally being sated.

“You’re amazing, my hyung…” The most amazing in the world, he whispered, pressing down slowly. Every fine hair on Egru’s body stood on end. A syrupy squish echoed in the room. He still had a hand’s breadth left to go, but he had hit a wall. He could force his way through, but that would hurt his brother, and that was the one thing he would not do.

With a pang of regret, D’Élysée pulled back. The hot, writhing phallus slowly withdrew, and the crimson inner walls clung to it, getting pulled out slightly.

“Hic, ah…!“

When he pushed back in, his brother’s slender waist bucked as if it would snap.

“Hah, hyung…”

Overcome with the euphoria of finally being connected, D’Élysée couldn’t suppress a smile. He was just about to begin a slow rhythm when Egru spoke.

“D-Do you… like it…?” he asked, still gasping for air. “Does it feel good, D-D’Élysée…?”

Even now, his brother was thinking of him, checking on his pleasure even while crying, his face a mess of tears.

Snap.

With that, something inside D’Élysée’s barely-restrained mind finally broke.

In an instant, he wrapped his arms around Egru’s limp waist. He pressed their abdomens together until there was no space left between them and then began to slam down with heavy, wet slaps. Slap, slap, thwack. Once he’d let go of his last shred of reason, his pace quickly escalated into a brutal, punishing rhythm.

“Nngh, hnn…” Egru whimpered, rubbing at his raw, red-rimmed eyes. Half-conscious, he was crushed beneath D’Élysée’s weight. His little pink penis, flushed with excitement, flapped helplessly up and down. The semen that continued to leak from him had lost its white color; now only clear, insubstantial drops, no bigger than an ant’s tear, sprayed out against his will. His swollen urethra gaped open and closed, like a dying goldfish gasping for air.

“Nghk, oooh…”

The walls of the passage, having just experienced a climax, were clenching and spasming. The overlapping pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. He could feel every ridge and curve of the cock that moved in and out of him as it pleased. His lower belly burned as if it had been beaten. It felt like at least ten tentacles were rampaging inside of him.

“D’-D’Élie… N-No more, plea…”

“Aah, hyung…!” So good, this is so good, D’Élysée chanted, his eyes squeezed shut. A thick vein stood out on his well-defined jaw.

Hearing how much D’Élysée was enjoying it made Egru happy, too. Even as he was being ruthlessly pounded, he felt a strange sense of accomplishment. It was the result of the praise D’Élysée had so carefully layered.

Knock, knock.

The moment the rap sounded at the door, D’Élysée clamped a hand over Egru’s mouth.

“Hyung, shh.”

“Mmmph, mmb…!”

Lost in his ferocious passion, D’Élysée didn’t realize he had covered Egru’s nose as well. He buried his face in his brother’s neck and continued to slam into him. Egru couldn’t even pant anymore. He could only struggle silently, suffocating.

“Gasp…!“

For some reason, D’Élysée removed his hand. Egru, finally able to drag in a breath of air, immediately clapped his own hand over his mouth. No. A moan was about to tear out of him.

“No, hyung. Don’t do that…” D’Élysée whispered, caressing his brother’s cheeks. He continued to thrust, wanting to kiss him, and pressed his wet lips to the back of his small hand. The moment Egru’s hand went slack, D’Élysée tangled their tongues together, filling the narrow mouth and stimulating the soft palate. “Do it with me, hyung. Okay?”

With their lips still connected, D’Élysée thrust hard, aiming for his prostate. An unbearable urge to come washed over him. As a burning expansion filled him, his scrotum pulled tight.

“Oomph…“

At last, they came together. A thick fluid poured from D’Élysée, while Egru’s body, as if offering up its last ounce of strength, released a single, shuddering drop. The overwhelming sensation of their shared climax made Egru twitch and tremble for a long time.

The footsteps of the visitor, having concluded that the occupants of the room were asleep, faded away down the hall.