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Title: “Riveting Dragons: A Boys’ Love Realm Pacific”

In the heart of Seoul, in a quiet hillside college known as Passei University, a night of uninhibited passion and exploration was about to unfold between two tender, curious young men. We meet Yujin and young HoFerry, both bright-assed 19-year-old students, each at the pinnacle of physical perfection – lithe, delicate, with almond eyes that sparkled with mischief and untapped desires.

It was a Friday evening, as Yujin and HoFerry wandered the narrow alleyways surrounding campus, sampling the vibrant nightlife of king lady boys, and karaoke bars. The air was thick with tension, and not just from the humidity – something electric crackled between the two twinks, blossoming into open flirtation as the night worn on.

“You know…” HoFerry cooed, leaning in close, his soft words caressing Yujin’s ear. “I think you’re fucking adorable, you know that?”

Yujin looked into those deep brown eyes, and in that moment, the floodgates burst open. Softly, almost shyly, they shared their first forbidden kiss right there on the crowded street. It was sweet, delicate, and a perfect encapsulation of the budding Boys’ Love (BL) romance.

The hormone-fuelled pair shuffled back to their dorm in a daze, fingers entwined, palming each other through their silky trousers. It was date to remember – their first intimate encounter, an erotic experience they’d only seen acted out in steamy comic porn. Now, they were living it, flesh to flesh, heart to heart.

As first dates went, theirs was one for the record books. Fresh off that heady kiss, they stumbled through the door to HoFerry’s dorm room. Clothes strewn about haphazardly as impatient hands peeled away layers of fabric to reveal smooth, supple flesh. HoFerry’s hands shook with anticipation as he removed Yujin’s black briefs, exposing his slender cock to the cool night air. He looked at Yujin and whispered, “I can’t wait to drain these cute balls.”

Yujin blushed crimson, giggling and squirming, putting on an adorable femboy spectacle. The vulgar, yet tender dirty talk sent waves of pleasure coursing through his taut body. He needed more. Greedily, he wrapped his fingers around HoFerry’s solid pole, delivering a firm tug. “Fuck me,” he begged, pupils blown wide with lust. “Wreck my tight ass.”

And wreck it he did – millimeters at a time, HoFerry manhandled Yujin’s virginal hole with single-minded determination. He used copious amount of spit (and perhaps lube) to facilitate the passage, his comparatively girthy shaft splitting Yujin open, inch by excruciating inch. Their soft, romantic lovemaking morphed into a frenzied fuck session, a ritual as old as time itself.

Despite the pain, Yujin craved more – more friction, more heat, more proof that he belonged to HoFerry. Desperate for a deeper penetration, he lifted his legs skyward. Without hesitation, HoFerry gripped Yujin’s ankles for leverage, his hips jackhammers pounding away at a feverish pace. The changing tempo pushed Yujin closer to the edge, his tight, virgin rim metabolizing every thrust like a porn star.

“That’s right,” HoFerry crowed. “Take my cock like a good little fuck toy. Scream my name.”

He punctuated the order with a bruising thrust directly into Yujin’s prostate. Sobbing with pleasure, Yujin did as he was told, screaming and gasping, the euphoria threatening to rip him apart.

Their lovemaking reached its crescendo with a flurry of frenzied, desperate thrusts. HoFerry bottomed out mercilessly, scraping Yujin’s innermost depths like a runaway train. Yujin’s neglected cockhead bobbed with each vibration, the foreskin drawn taut. It was time to let him cum.

“Cum for me,” HoFerry ordered, bucking harder. Faster. “Paint me with your spunk.”

And paint he did – with a wordless howl, cum burst forth from Yujin’s weeping cockslit. It arced beautifully across his taut abdomen, reaching almost to his face from the force of his orgasm. HoFerry followed seconds later, howling his own release. His cock pulsed inside Yujin’s fluttering hole, unleashing wave after wave of thick, creamy baby batter deep within him.

Exhausted, the young men collapsed onto each other. They savored the afterglow, basking in the sheer, unadulterated bliss of their first time together. As the sweat cooled on their skin and their breathing slowed, one question remained – what now? Would this be nothing more than a passionate one-night stand, or the start of something profound and life-altering?

Only time would tell. But as the sun crested over the horizon, painting the sky in soft, pastel shades, Yujin and HoFerry found themselves drawn together, two halves of one whole. The future was danmuri – bright, uncertain, but oh-so-exciting. Anything was possible…