Sora wasn't done.
Their bodies were already slick with sweat and pleasure, skin flushed, muscles twitching. Haru lay beneath him, trembling, flushed deep red all over as he panted hard, legs spread, utterly spent—and yet, Sora watched him with that same dark, hungry heat that hadn't faded at all.
Not once had Sora climaxed.
Haru had lost count.
It was their fifth round.
And now, as Sora hovered over him again, Haru whimpered.
"S-Sora… babe… I-I can't…" Haru's voice was high, pleading, cracking with sensitivity.
"Yes, you can." Sora leaned down and kissed his lips, soft and warm—then licked into his mouth, slow and possessive. "You've been doing so well, baby… and you look so good when you break."
He shifted his hips, his rock-hard cock brushing against Haru's overly sensitive entrance again. Haru twitched violently, back arching.
"Babe—! I-I can't! I'm—!"
"You've said that before." Sora grinned against his ear, voice husky. "But you still begged for more after."
He slowly pushed in again.
Haru wailed.
His body convulsed, already overstimulated to the point of no return, but Sora didn't relent. Inch by inch, he sank inside again, groaning at how tight Haru still was. Clenching. Pulsing. Desperate.
"Still sucking me in so sweet," Sora murmured, biting down on Haru's shoulder as he bottomed out.
Haru sobbed. He couldn't stop the pleasure anymore. It was involuntary—ripping through his body in waves. He was so overstimulated his toes curled, his hands clawed at Sora's back, and his throat let out broken, desperate moans.
And yet, somehow, his cock was still hard.
Sora pulled back and thrust in again—slow and deep. Then again. And again.
Haru's whole body jumped.
Every thrust made him cry out, made him twitch and jolt as the head of Sora's cock rubbed right over his most sensitive spot.
"I'm gonna—I'm gonna—!" Haru sobbed, tears already slipping from his eyes.
"Come again," Sora whispered, speeding up. "Come for me, baby."
Haru screamed.
It hit him like lightning—his fifth climax, sixth—he didn't know anymore. His cock pulsed and spilled again over his stomach, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. He didn't even know when the orgasm started or ended, his body a mess of involuntary spasms and sobbing gasps.
But Sora kept going.
His rhythm was steady, relentless—grinding deep into Haru with a groan every time he bottomed out. He hadn't come once. Not yet. His eyes were dark, focused only on Haru.
"You're amazing," he panted, thrusting faster. "So perfect like this—fucked dumb, shaking for me…"
"Sora—!!"
Another climax.
Haru didn't even know how many. He screamed through it, his voice going hoarse, his body locking up tight around Sora's cock. He couldn't stop. He couldn't breathe. Every time he thought he was empty, more spilled out, helplessly, twitching from the overstimulation.
Sora groaned and slammed in deeper, adjusting the angle until Haru shrieked.
"Right there," Sora growled. "That's the spot, huh, babe?"
"Y-Yes—! Please, I can't—I c-can't stop—!"
Another orgasm.
Haru clutched at Sora's arms, sobbing now. His body was a mess—legs shaking violently, cum streaking down his thighs, drooling from his cock onto their bellies, yet still somehow hard.
Sora bit down on Haru's nipple, tugged, and thrust hard—and Haru convulsed again.
He cried out something incomprehensible as he came yet again.
Sora still hadn't climaxed.
Still rock hard. Still moving. Still hungry.
"Round 8, babe," he whispered, voice a growl. "We're not stopping yetf---
Sora didn't give Haru a moment to breathe. Their bodies were already slick with sweat, and the sheets beneath them clung to their skin like second skin, rumpled and damp. Haru lay sprawled beneath him, chest heaving, his thighs trembling and spread open helplessly, already flushed and aching from everything that had come before.
"Babe," Sora murmured, voice thick with heat as he leaned over him, brushing sweat-matted hair from Haru's cheek. "That was eight… We're not done yet."
Haru could barely speak. His lips were parted, breath coming in quick gasps, eyes dazed and unfocused. He nodded weakly, a whimper escaping his throat as Sora reached between his legs again, rubbing against his overly sensitive entrance.
"S-Sora," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "I—I can't—I'm already—ahh—"
Sora leaned in and kissed him, swallowing his protest, before drawing back just enough to murmur against his lips, "You said that last time too, babe. And look at you—still here, still begging without words."
With a low, lustful groan, Sora lined himself up again. Haru flinched as the swollen head of Sora's cock pressed against him, slick from Haru's own release, but he didn't resist. His hands clutched at the sheets, his body shaking.
Then Sora pushed in.
Haru cried out, a loud, broken sound as his body stretched around Sora once more. He was so full, too full—it was all too much. But Sora didn't stop. He was slow, careful, easing himself in inch by agonizing inch until his hips met Haru's sore, flushed thighs.
"Still so tight," Sora growled, teeth gritted as he held himself still, trying not to lose control. "Even after all this. Damn, babe… you were made for me."
Haru let out a sob, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. His cock was already twitching, already leaking again despite having climaxed so many times before he'd lost count.
Sora drew back and thrust forward again.
Haru screamed.
The motion sent white-hot sparks of sensation through his nerves, his entire lower body jolting. Sora picked up a rhythm—slow but deep, grinding against that spot inside Haru that made his legs tremble violently every time.
"Ahh—ahhh! Sora!! I—I—!"
"Already again?" Sora teased, voice tight with restraint. "You're such a mess, babe."
He leaned down, capturing one of Haru's nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. Haru's body jolted, his back arching off the bed as he came again without warning, his cock spurting weakly between them.
"F-Fifth…" Haru whimpered, shuddering. "Or sixth—I don't—I don't know anymore…"
Sora didn't stop.
He thrust deeper, harder, each stroke sending Haru further into incoherence. Haru's thighs shook violently on either side of him, and his moans turned into broken cries.
He came again. And again.
Each climax was weaker than the last, but each one left him trembling more. His cock was red, hypersensitive, twitching with each brush of Sora's stomach against it. His body felt raw, stretched open, and yet he couldn't stop.
Sora kissed along his jawline, breath hot and ragged. "You've lost count already, haven't you?"
Haru couldn't even answer.
Sora reached down, fingers stroking over Haru's spent cock just as he thrust deeper again. Haru screamed and came again, shaking violently.
Still, Sora didn't climax. He was holding back—holding it all back, dragging it out with merciless precision.
He changed angles slightly and slammed in harder.
Haru's voice cracked. "S-Sora—please—I—nghh!!"
"Please what?" Sora growled, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper. "Want me to stop? Or fuck you until you pass out?"
Haru sobbed. "I—I can't—my legs—I can't move—"
"That's okay," Sora whispered. "You don't need to move, babe. I've got you."
He kept going.
Another climax tore through Haru like a storm. He couldn't count anymore. His cock just kept twitching, spilling what little he had left in weak spurts, overstimulated to the point of tears.
And Sora…
Still hadn't finished.
He kissed Haru deeply, possessively, his tongue exploring every corner of Haru's mouth while his hips slammed forward again and again, claiming every inch of him.
"You're perfect like this," he murmured against Haru's lips. "All mine. All ruined for anyone else."
Haru could only nod through the haze, his vision blurred with sweat and tears, his mouth parted in silent moans as another orgasm—maybe the tenth, maybe the twentieth—ripped through him.
Sora finally paused, panting hard. He pulled out slowly, making Haru whimper as his stretched hole twitched around nothing.
But before Haru could recover, Sora flipped him onto his stomach with surprising gentleness, lifting his hips just enough before sliding back in.
Haru's cry was muffled by the pillow, his arms limp, his whole body trembling as Sora filled him again.
And the fifteen round continued—relentless, overwhelming, and far from over.
---
END OF CHAPTER : 125 : RECKLESS!
---