Jae slammed the door to his tiny studio apartment and shoved Min against the wall before either of them could say a word. The latest pages of their smut BL manhwa were still scattered across the table, ink barely dry, but neither cared. Jae’s hand went straight to Min’s belt, yanking it open with one rough pull.
“Been hard since you drew that last panel,” Jae growled, voice low and filthy. “The one where the top pins the bottom down and fucks him open. You drew it like you wanted it yourself.”
Min’s cock twitched in his jeans. “Maybe I did. You gonna do something about it or just talk?”
Jae dropped to his knees right there on the floor. He ripped Min’s zipper down, freed his thick cock, and swallowed it in one greedy motion. No teasing, no buildup. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, spit already dripping down Min’s balls. Min groaned and grabbed Jae’s hair, thrusting forward until his cock hit the back of Jae’s throat.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it deeper. You want the whole thing down your throat like the slut you draw.”
Jae pulled off just long enough to spit on the head, then went back down, gagging wetly around the shaft. His own cock strained against his pants, leaking into his underwear. He reached down and squeezed himself once, hard, before focusing on Min again. Saliva ran down his chin as he worked Min’s cock with sloppy, noisy strokes.
Min yanked him up by the hair. “Bed. Now. I want your ass.”
They didn’t make it to the bed. Jae bent over the drawing table instead, shoving papers aside. Min yanked Jae’s jeans down to his thighs and spread his cheeks with both hands. He spat on Jae’s hole, rubbed the spit in with two fingers, then shoved them inside without warning. Jae grunted, pushing back.
“More. Stretch me open. I drew that scene for a reason.”
Min added a third finger, pumping them fast and rough. “You’re already loose. Been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? Thinking about getting fucked while you ink those dirty pages.”
He pulled his fingers out, lined up his cock, and pushed in. One long, steady thrust until his hips met Jae’s ass. Jae swore, gripping the edge of the table. Min didn’t wait. He started fucking immediately, hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
“Shit, you’re tight. Grip my cock like you mean it.”
Jae reached back and spread himself wider. “Harder. Fuck me like the panels. Make it filthy.”
Min obliged. He grabbed Jae’s hips and pounded into him, each thrust shoving the table forward an inch. Ink bottles rattled. A finished page fluttered to the floor, the inked bodies mirroring exactly what they were doing now. Min leaned over Jae’s back, biting his shoulder while he drilled in.
“Gonna fill you up. Gonna come so deep you’ll feel it when you sit down to draw tomorrow.”
Jae reached down and jerked his own cock in time with the thrusts. “Do it. Breed me while I come on these pages.”
Min’s rhythm broke. He slammed in one final time and stayed buried, cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes inside Jae. The heat pushed Jae over the edge. He came with a rough shout, stripes of cum splattering across the half-finished manhwa page beneath him.
They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard. Min pulled out slowly, watching his load leak from Jae’s hole. He dragged two fingers through it and pushed it back inside.
“Round two in ten minutes,” he said. “We still have three more pages to finish.”
Jae laughed, low and satisfied, already reaching for another sheet of paper.
