<112> Side Story. 4
His eyes had gone strange. Was he angry? Or did he like it? I was hoping it would be the latter, but Kang Il-hyun began unbuttoning his shirt one by one. His movements were unhurried and leisurely.
"You didn't do it alone. Where did you have it done?"
He seemed to like it, yet somehow his tone was chilly.
"The shop Ryun hyung took me to... I had it done there."
"A woman? A man?"
Ja-kyeong finally understood the intent behind the question. The person who did the waxing was the shop's owner, and unexpectedly, she was a woman. Spreading his legs for a Brazilian wax in front of a woman, not even a man, was awkward at first. But she had proceeded with the work quite skillfully. After finishing the job, she had even earnestly advised him to avoid sexual intercourse for 2-3 days.
"I don't remember."
"It must hurt?"
Il-hyun's eyes narrowed. Ja-kyeong hammered the point home once more.
"You know. There's only the great President Kang in my head."
Damn it. To think I was this servile a human being. But what could he do? A guy with many sins had to bow his head and submit. Whether the answer was satisfactory, the lips that had been frozen in a straight line relaxed.
When he undid the last button, the shirt fell open, revealing his firm chest. Above an abdomen carved as if with a sculptor's chisel, without an ounce of excess flesh, the traces of a gunshot wound were vivid. He raised his gaze to meet his eyes again. When Il-hyun tried to remove his pants, Ja-kyeong reached out to stop him.
"I'll do it."
Ja-kyeong pulled the pants and underwear down to his thighs. He slipped his legs out and tossed them aside, then spread his legs slightly so Kang Il-hyun could see well. After nearly a year of being together, something like this wasn't embarrassing anymore.
Il-hyun, looking down between his legs, touched the waxed area with his fingertips.
"It's red."
Actually having his hand touch that area felt strange. He pressed down with force, making him frown.
"Does it hurt?"
"It stings a little."
Il-hyun laughed silently, then spread Ja-kyeong's legs and positioned himself between them. Soon his tongue touched the waxed area. The sensation of the wet tongue was vivid. He licked that area repeatedly with his tongue as if tending to a wounded young beast. However, Ja-kyeong suddenly realized that if it hurt, he shouldn't be licking it with his tongue but going to a hospital.
"Ah!"
When he let out a moan mixed with pain, Il-hyun slowly raised his head.
"Does it hurt?"
When he asked again, he nodded with a pitiful expression. It burned more than expected. It was laughable compared to guns and knives, but pain was still pain.
"Endure it. It's better than having your legs broken."
Then why did you ask, you bastard. He scowled and glared, but eventually threw his head back. Il-hyun spat on that area. As the sticky saliva dripped down, he licked it long with his tongue as if savoring food. Looking down, he could see the corners of his mouth rising. He must really fucking like it.
In the end, he thought listening to Wang Ryun's advice was a good choice. At least when returning to Korea, he'd be able to walk in on two legs properly. Slurp, slurp, the sounds of sucking flesh echoed through the hotel room. In his increasingly hazy vision, the ceiling fan attached to the ceiling was spinning dizzily.
Gradually the heat rose, and his waist kept lifting from excitement. Il-hyun took the cock in his mouth and moved his head back and forth, working it. His cheeks hollowed out. Ja-kyeong grabbed another pillow from beside him and propped it behind his head to watch the sight.
The pleasure when Kang Il-hyun sucked his cock was beyond imagination. He was his lover and also a man, but his physique, strength, and wealth were all superior, weren't they. Seeing such a guy on his knees beneath him, sucking him, always sent a thrill through him whenever he watched.
From excitement, his eyelids kept drooping. Curling his lips, he spread his legs further apart and raised them. Every time Kang Il-hyun pressed with his mouth and squeezed the cock, his buttocks clenched tight.
While sucking the cock, Il-hyun's hand touched his anal opening. He tried to spread the hole with his fingers and insert them, but it was tight and wouldn't open easily. Ja-kyeong reached up and grabbed a round tub of cream placed at the head of the bed.
"President."
Il-hyun raised his eyes to look at Ja-kyeong. Was having a cock in his mouth supposed to be this sexy? Ja-kyeong almost came right then. When he spat out the cock and straightened up, Ja-kyeong tossed the cream tub to him. He caught it, opened the lid, smelled it, and smiled.
"Peach?"
Originally the shop had given it to apply on the waxed area. Il-hyun turned it upside down and poured it over Ja-kyeong's body.
"That's not the place...."
"I know."
The cream that flowed over his chest and abdomen closely resembled being covered in semen. Il-hyun felt his genitals inside his pants swelling painfully. He spread it around here and there as if painting a picture, widening the area.
Ja-kyeong took a deep breath. The peach scent seeped into his nose. Everywhere his touch landed was hot as if burned. This time he touched the nipple. Flinching, his body trembled, and he twisted it slightly with a pinch.
Ah. He moaned without realizing it, then bit his lower lip. The leisurely moving hand now touched the waxed area. He poured the remaining cream there, gently caressed it, and looked at Ja-kyeong.
"Thanks for the gift."
His smirk looked mischievous yet sexy. Ja-kyeong felt the cock he had been sucking until recently tensing. He was disgustingly handsome, after all. He stared blankly for a moment when he smeared the remaining cream on his hand and brought it behind his buttocks.
At the cold cream, Ja-kyeong frowned. Thanks to the cream, one finger entered without difficulty. As he stirred inside and moved, the cock that had been sucked erect in his mouth twitched and spat out thin fluid.
The slurping sounds fueled his excitement. Two fingers, then three, gently rubbing the folds of the inner wall, curling his fingers to stimulate. Ja-kyeong covered his face with his arm and bit down hard. The fingers slipped out, and Il-hyun spread Ja-kyeong's legs and climbed on top of him. It felt heavy, and the mattress supporting his body seemed to sink down.
"Why hide that pretty face?"
After removing the arm covering his eyes, Il-hyun devoured Ja-kyeong's lips in an instant. His lips parted, and his tongue pushed in. He lowered one hand, unzipped his pants, and took out his erect cock. Holding the shaft, he rubbed the cock against the entrance of Ja-kyeong's hole.
Even though he'd loosened it with his fingers, actually trying to insert the cock was tight. The peach scent rose to a dizzying degree. Il-hyun stroked Ja-kyeong's cheek, whose eyes had gone unfocused, and continuously kissed his lips. While doing so, he slowly began inserting from the glans. As the narrow hole spread, Ja-kyeong flinched in pain. The moan that couldn't escape was sucked into Kang Il-hyun's mouth along with the saliva.
When the genitals were halfway in, their lips briefly separated, and Il-hyun gently stroked Ja-kyeong's reddened eye area with his hand.
"Next time, I'll do it myself. Don't show your dick to anyone else."
Ja-kyeong, with unfocused eyes, breathed heavily and answered absentmindedly.
"It wasn't a guy, it was a wom—"
Realizing his mistake, he shut his mouth, but it was already too late. Il-hyun's eyes turned fierce for a moment.
"You said you didn't remember."
His mind snapped clear. Ja-kyeong hastily tried to salvage the situation.
"What did I say?"
When he feigned ignorance, one corner of Il-hyun's mouth rose. Ah, honey. I'm upset now. Then he reached his arm over Ja-kyeong's head and gently cradled it. His actions were very gentlemanly, but his eyes were savage.
"It's a misunderstanding. I don't remember."
He tried to make excuses belatedly, but it was already too late. He shoved the half-entered cock all the way in at once. A thud! sound rang out, and his body shook from the impact. Then he pounded away relentlessly, making thud, thud sounds without pause.
"Ah-hng. W-wait, wait!"
The force he pushed with was so strong it felt like his body would split in half. He pushed at his shoulders, but he didn't budge. Instead, perhaps stimulated by the resistance, he came at him as if to bite his lips. He tried to turn his head from lack of breath but was forcibly held several times.
Finally their lips separated, and he tasted iron in his mouth. Only after licking with his tongue did he realize his lip was split. Not satisfied with that, he now indiscriminately gnawed at his earlobe and neck. The cock and waxed area rubbing against Kang Il-hyun's abdomen made the burning sensation even worse.
Ja-kyeong pleaded with an almost tearful face.
"Mm. Just a moment!"
"Hah, don't strip just anywhere."
"Wait! Ah, stop! I said stop! Shi, bal!"
He couldn't take it anymore and cursed at the bastard, but he didn't stop. As his body shook, Kang Il-hyun's damp voice bored into his ear.
"I'm warning you, if you do that again, your dick will be displayed in my private quarters."
Grinding his teeth as he spoke, it sent chills down his spine. The eyeballs of Takeya Jun placed in Kang Il-hyun's study came to mind. When Kang Il-hyun was struggling between life and death in the ICU, Park Tae-soo had personally plucked his remaining eyeball and preserved it in formalin. After regaining consciousness, Il-hyun had received it and was extremely satisfied.
Ja-kyeong was at a loss for words. Even in that moment, the pleasure kept striking his head. He pulled off Kang Il-hyun's lips that had been clinging to his neck, grabbed his cheeks, and met his lips first.
"I won't do it, so go easy... okay?"
At times like this, pride and all that crap—begging worked better than cursing. Il-hyun's hip movements stopped, and Ja-kyeong stroked his shoulder and then his back up and down as if to soothe him. Going further, he locked eyes with him, wrapped his legs around his waist, and moved his buttocks himself.
"Gently... okay? President...."
Ja-kyeong pulled his neck into an embrace and pressed his upper body close. The rough breathing gradually slowed. Just when he thought it had worked, Il-hyun pulled off Ja-kyeong's arm and looked down at him.
Ja-kyeong tried hard to remove any insolence from his eyes. Looking up like a gentle sheep, Kang Il-hyun made an apologetic expression.
"Sorry, honey."
"...."
Soon he smiled, cool yet affectionate.
"Looks like you'll have to crawl into Korea."