Hyun slammed the sketchbook down on the table and glared at Jihoon across the tiny studio apartment. "This panel needs more heat. The top's supposed to pin him down and wreck his ass, not look like they're hugging." Jihoon smirked, rolling his shoulders under his tight black tank. "Then show me how it's done, artist." Hyun didn't hesitate. He grabbed Jihoon by the front of his shirt and shoved him back against the wall, mouth crashing into his with teeth and tongue. Jihoon groaned into the kiss, already hard, his cock pressing against Hyun's thigh through thin sweatpants. Hyun shoved a hand down those pants and wrapped fingers around Jihoon's thick shaft, stroking rough and fast from the start. "Fuck, you're leaking already," Hyun muttered against his mouth. "Just like the bottom in page twelve."
Jihoon bucked into the grip, hips snapping. "Draw it later. Fuck me now." Hyun spun him around, yanking the sweatpants down to his knees. He spat into his palm and rubbed it over Jihoon's hole, two fingers pushing in deep without warning. Jihoon cursed and spread his legs wider, pushing back onto the digits. Hyun finger-fucked him hard, scissoring and twisting until Jihoon was panting and dripping pre-cum onto the floor. "Yeah, open up for me," Hyun growled. He freed his own cock, thick and veined, and lined up. One hard thrust buried him to the balls. Jihoon shouted, forehead pressed to the wall, ass clenching around the invasion.
Hyun didn't go slow. He fucked Jihoon with short, brutal strokes, skin slapping loud in the quiet room. One hand fisted Jihoon's hair, yanking his head back; the other reached around to jerk his cock in time with every thrust. "Take it," Hyun snarled. "Take every inch like the slut in your panels." Jihoon moaned louder, pushing back to meet every snap of hips. Sweat slicked their skin. Hyun pulled out, flipped Jihoon onto the narrow bed, and shoved back in missionary style so he could watch Jihoon's face twist with pleasure. He hooked Jihoon's legs over his shoulders and pounded deeper, balls slapping against ass cheeks.
Jihoon reached down to stroke himself, but Hyun knocked his hand away and took over, thumb rubbing the sensitive head. "You come when I say." He angled his hips and nailed Jihoon's prostate on every thrust. Jihoon's whole body shook. Pre-cum smeared across his stomach. Hyun leaned down and bit his nipple, sucking hard while he kept driving in. The bed creaked under the force. Jihoon begged, voice raw. "Hyun, fuck, please, I'm close." Hyun slowed just enough to make it torture, then slammed back in full force. "Come on my cock." Jihoon came with a broken shout, cum shooting across his chest and chin in thick ropes. His ass clamped down tight, milking Hyun until he followed with a guttural groan, flooding Jihoon's hole.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Hyun pulled out slow, watching his load trickle out. He dipped two fingers back inside and pushed it deeper. "Round two. I need better reference for the next scene." Jihoon laughed breathlessly, already half-hard again. "Then get the sketchbook ready, because I'm not stopping until you fill every page."
