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Choi pressed Kim Soleum down into the mattress with the full weight of his body, one broad hand pinning both of the smaller man’s wrists high above his head while his chest and hips kept him completely immobilized, sinking him deeper into the sheets with every slow, deliberate roll of his pelvis. Soleum was so much lighter than he should have been, fragile and trembling beneath him. He clearly was not eating enough these past weeks in his frantic search for a way back to his own dimension, and the observation twisted something dark and protective inside Choi’s chest—he would change that, he would feed him every day, watch him grow soft and full and strong enough to carry without strain.
Soleum’s resistance was intoxicating, those frantic kicks of his slender legs and the way his slick walls clenched down like a vice every time he tried to buck Choi off sent fresh blood surging straight to his cock, swelling him even thicker inside that tight, fluttering cunt until Soleum could surely feel the sudden, undeniable hardening stretching him wider, forcing a fresh wave of hot tears to spill down his flushed face.
Mine, Choi thought, the word looping madly through his mind. He was going to fill Soleum until something took root and tied him here—his new home—because the thought of an empty bed, of silence where Soleum’s voice should be, of a life without this warmth wrapped around him, was unbearable, and this was the only sure way, the kindest way in the end, even if Soleum couldn’t see that fact through his tears right now.
“Shhh,” Choi soothed quietly, lips brushing against Soleum’s wet temple as he ground his hips in a deep circle, letting his thickened cock drag heavily against every sensitive ridge inside. “Soleum-ah, don’t cry,” he murmured like a liar, voice low and gentle even as the sight of those glistening tears and the way Soleum’s pretty mouth trembled made him throb harder; well, all the better to last longer with, to fuck him slow and thorough until every last drop had nowhere else to go.
Soleum shook his head desperately beneath him, sobbing openly now with raw, heartbroken sounds that shook his entire frame, his voice cracking on broken pleas—“Please… Choi, stop… I don’t like this, please, I don’t want this…”—only to choke violently on a fresh sob when Choi pinched his swollen clit between thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive bud with firm, rhythmic pressure that made his cunt spasm wildly.
Choi kept him pressed down harder, using his greater weight to flatten Soleum into the bed as he drew back almost to the tip and then sank in again with a long, deliberate thrust, burying himself to the hilt so that the head of his cock kissed right up; he could feel every tiny flutter, every involuntary squeeze as Soleum’s body betrayed him, milking his length even while the smaller man cried harder, tears streaming freely into his hair and down his neck. He’s so upset, so scared right now, Choi thought with a twisted rush of tenderness that only made his cock twitch inside, but this is necessary. He’ll rest his hands on that inevitable curve and understand I did this for us.
He fucked Soleum with deep, measured strokes, each one pressing him further into the mattress, hips snapping forward so that their bodies met with wet, obscene sounds; his free hand stayed between them, occasionally pinching and rubbing that swollen clit again just to hear Soleum choke on another sob, to feel that cunt clamp down impossibly tighter around him in response. “Shhh, remember to breathe, Soleum-ah,” he whispered against Soleum’s ear, kissing the tears from his lashes while continuing that relentless rhythm—pulling out slowly so Soleum could feel every inch, then driving back in hard enough to punch the air from his lungs. Soleum’s resistance slowly fractured despite the endless tears, his legs trembling and then wrapping weakly around Choi’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back as his hips began to twitch upward in tiny, shameful movements, chasing the pleasure even as he continued to cry.
Choi leaned more of his weight onto him, pressing Soleum down until there was nowhere left to run, fucking him harder now with long, claiming strokes that dragged against his front wall and made fresh slick coat his cock. The sight of Soleum’s tear-stained face—eyes glassy and red-rimmed, lips parted on continuous soft sobs—only drove him deeper into that obsessive spiral. He buried himself to the hilt and ground in deep, and Soleum shattered beneath him with a broken, tear-soaked cry.
Choi followed right after with a low, guttural groan, flooding the smaller man’s womb with thick, heavy ropes of cum while grinding lazily to force every drop as deep as it would go. He stayed buried inside him afterward, still pinning those wrists and keeping him flattened beneath his weight, murmuring soft sounds against Soleum’s wet cheek as he wiped the tears from that devastatingly beautiful face.
Choi remained buried long after the peak faded, thick pulses of cum still leaking around the base of his cock as he savored the warmth and the way Soleum’s walls continued to twitch around him. Only after several long moments did he finally shift, slowly dragging his heavy cock out until just the tip remained inside the messy entrance.
The moment he pulled out completely, Soleum gasped. A raw, overwhelmed sob tore from his throat as overstimulation hit him hard; his hips jerked violently, legs kicking against the mattress while fresh tears spilled over already soaked lashes. “No—wait—Choi—” he gasped, voice cracking with panic.
Choi thrust back in without pause, burying every thick inch in one smooth, relentless stroke. Soleum choked hard on a sharp sound of surprise and horror, eyes flying wide as the sudden stretch forced cum to squelch out around his cock and his overstimulated walls were filled again without mercy. The smaller man thrashed beneath him, trying desperately to twist away, but Choi was far stronger. He simply pressed more of his weight down, flattening Soleum deeper into the sheets until the struggling grew weaker and more futile.
“Easy, Soleum-ah,” Choi murmured low against his ear, voice calm and steady. “Relax.” He kept Soleum pinned with ease, one hand still trapping both wrists while the other braced beside his head, and began fucking him again in long, deliberate strokes. Every thrust pushed more of his cum deeper, the wet, filthy sounds loud between them as Soleum’s overstimulated cunt clenched and fluttered uncontrollably around him.
Soleum’s resistance flared again, legs kicking weakly, body twisting as broken whimpers and sobs spilled from his trembling lips. Yet Choi refused to let him escape even an inch, using his greater mass to hold him down while grinding slow circles that dragged his cock against every oversensitive spot he knew inside and out.
He needs this, Choi thought, dark satisfaction curling through him. Once it takes, he won’t even remember wanting to leave.
Eventually Soleum went limp beneath him, body surrendering completely as tears continued to slip silently down his flushed cheeks. Choi leaned in and kissed his wet lashes, slow and gentle, tasting salt while he rocked into the slick heat with lazy, possessive thrusts. He stayed deep, grinding in small movements that kept his cum pushed right up against Soleum’s womb, watching the smaller man’s glassy eyes flutter with exhaustion and reluctant pleasure.
This was where Soleum belonged. Soft, full, and unable to run. Choi kissed his lashes once more as the last of the fight drained out entirely, leaving only quiet, defeated whimpers. This was the best outcome—for both of them. He would make sure of it.