The Survey Corps Mafia | Sansang

C26

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"Swallows."

Even if it was a whisper, it was clearly an order, so Yeosang obeyed. He swallowed everything that San had given him before opening his mouth again to prove that he had swallowed it all.

"Good boy."

This intonation of voices... Yeosang loved it, it made him shiver every time.

"Did you like it Yeosang?"

"... Y-yes."

His voice was broken and hoarse because of what had happened to his throat just a few seconds ago.

"Now relax."

San put one hand on his shoulder and forced him backwards until his back touched the toilet tank on which he was sitting. His coolness did the young man a lot of good.

"Close your eyes sweetheart, I'll take care of you."

Take care of him? What does it mean? The answer came to him, crystal clear, when San's hand touched his own erection. How could he have forgotten that he had been in this state since the beginning of the blowjob? All his pleasure and desire came back to him like a tsunami, arching his back and making him moan. It was at this very moment that he felt that his boxer shorts were soaked with slick, there again, how could he not have realized it? Had focusing on San and only on himself isolated him from the reactions and needs of his own body? Yeosang squealed uncomfortably. He didn't like the feeling of wetness against and between his buttocks.

"Shhh, I'm here."

The young man sighed as he felt the alpha's hand caressing his cheek and pushed his face against the palm for more contact.

"Touch me more... Please..." San sketched an amused smile.

"But that's what I do."

Yeosang squealed with discontent, the alpha was playing with him and he didn't like it. He needed more. He needed to feel San's palm directly against his skin. But no, the alpha just pressed a little more against his erection still locked in his jeans. The rubbing was painful, but the pleasure still dominated his feeling.

"San..."

The moaning was a torment, the omega grabbed San's shoulders to draw him closer. Thanks to their new proximity, the young man contracted his muscles to come and stick his pelvis to the alpha's abdomen. Yeosang bit his lower lip. It was too good... But not enough, this friction was not enough. He wanted San to touch him for real, not separated by their clothes.

"Please..."

The alpha slipped one of his hands along his torso to come and grip his hip and accompany Yeosang's movements. Yeosang's movements became faster and more desperate with each passing second. The omega had the impression of burning from the inside, his whole body was sensitive and obviously responded to every friction. The intoxicating pheromones released by the couple ignited the other a little more and indicated their immense satisfaction. Yeosang could see in his partner's steely eyes that he was overjoyed to make his omega feel so much pleasure. But despite all this pleasure, the young man wanted more. He needed to reach orgasm under San's fingers, skin on skin. He moved his hands along his lover's shoulders to wrap his arms around his neck and stick his forehead to his own.

"S-San..."

His breath was cut off when the alpha's fingers finally slipped into his pants and then into his boxers. His head tilted backwards as a long, high-pitched moan left his throat. His fingernails left crescent-shaped marks on San's neck. The ball of pleasure in the hollow of his belly was finally beginning to approach dangerously close to its limit. His heart pounded in his chest as his breathing became shorter and shorter, his hips were undulating back and forth, forcing San to adjust his wrist position to ensure his own movements along Yeosang's erect sex. If the latter forgot all about his surroundings and concentrated only on the hot source of his pleasure, this was not the case for San.