<118> Side Story. 10
As he bent his knees, the shaft filling the hole began to slip out. Kang Il-hyun swiftly grabbed Ja-kyung's waist and yanked it downward. It plunged all the way in with a deep sound, and his upper body swayed, losing balance.
"Ngh! Wait. Just a moment." Ja-kyung grabbed Il-hyun's arm to stop him.
"So move. Or should I thrust as I please?"
Ja-kyung glared at Il-hyun once before removing his hand from his waist. Even knowing Ja-kyung particularly disliked this position, he would occasionally sit him on top like this and admire him as if playing a prank. When Ja-kyung moved his knees to adjust his posture, Kang Il-hyun clasped both hands behind his head.
Broad shoulders, chest, and arm muscles twitched and moved. Damn it, I thought I had a decent body too. The moment he got lost in thought, Il-hyun noticed like a ghost and slapped his buttocks, telling him to hurry up.
Ja-kyung rolled his eyes once, then began moving his waist back and forth. The sensation of the pillar inside his stomach moving was vivid. Squelching sounds could be heard from the gel. He gently bit his lower lip and propped both arms behind him.
His upper body's center shifted backward, and the genital pressed against the abdominal wall. It was sore. Ja-kyung moved his other hand forward to grab his own shaft and rubbed it up and down.
"Lean back more."
At Il-hyun's words, as he leaned his upper body slightly backward, it pressed directly against the prostate. Ah! In that instant, lightning struck his head. His thighs and calves tensed and trembled. Barely supporting himself with his left arm on the bed, biting his lower lip, he tilted his head back. Apparently unsatisfied with just rubbing, Kang Il-hyun began lightly bouncing his hips.
Ja-kyung, who had been moving back and forth, slightly raised his knees. Then he moved his waist up and down. In Il-hyun's gaze, the shaft going in and out of the hole was clearly visible. His eyes glistened with desire.
He removed the hand that had been supporting his head and stroked Ja-kyung's thigh. The skin was smooth. Not bad. Until recently, every time they did this position, he would complain endlessly about being uncomfortable and having stomach pain. Now it seemed he too knew what would excite him.
The more Ja-kyung moved, the more his upper body kept falling backward. Clear fluid began beading at the tip of the shaft he was holding and stroking.
"Ah, ah."
Each time his thighs twitched, the inner walls tightened more and more. When the hand rubbing his own shaft began to quicken out of rhythm, Il-hyun removed that hand and pulled his arm. Ja-kyung's body was pulled forward, and their upper bodies overlapped.
Il-hyun immediately raised his knees and thrust upward with all his might from below.
"Ngh!"
Slap, slap, his body shook along with it. While tightly embracing that body, he persistently stirred the hole. Ja-kyung, who had been struggling, pressed his forehead against Il-hyun's shoulder and gasped for breath. Then the shaft slipped out, and Kang Il-hyun got up.
Caught off guard, Ja-kyung was pushed and made to lie face down toward the head of the bed. When he propped himself up with both arms, Il-hyun pressed his upper body from behind.
Looking at the posture with only his buttocks raised, his eyes swept down from the back of his head along the spine. The snake on his shoulder was holding its head up stiffly. He should have gotten rid of that last year. Every time he saw it, he felt regret.
While stroking his own name engraved on the waist, he inserted his shaft. Upon insertion, the dimple-shaped mark at the boundary of waist and buttocks became even more distinct. Pressing that with his fingertips, he inserted it all the way, then rubbed his waist left and right, then up and down.
The inner walls clung according to the direction of movement. Hoo, exhaling breath, he slowly pulled his waist back then quickly thrust with a slap! Ja-kyung made a pained sound and collapsed. Slap, slap, slap, as the movement quickened, Ja-kyung's body shook up and down as if dancing.
The pleasure from sight was as stimulating as what he felt with his body. On one hand, he thought how good it would be if a human neck could rotate 360 degrees. Sex in this position was good, but not being able to see Lee Ja-kyung's face in detail was truly regrettable.
Ja-kyung pressed his forehead against his arm, squeezed the bed sheets, then raised and lowered his head, not knowing what to do. When he looked back, his eyes were already red and swollen. His skin, despite growing up rough, was unbelievably white and smooth, and the marks were well-formed.
Il-hyun reached forward, grabbed Ja-kyung's shaft, and rubbed it up and down.
"Mm,"
The dimples above his buttocks deepened. This was proof that excitement had reached its peak. At the same time, the inner walls tightened as if to bite off the shaft. Haah, fuck. He leaned his upper body forward. Ja-kyung's body sank along with it, his stomach flattening against the bed.
Pressing down so his upper body couldn't move, he moved only his hips like a dog in heat. The shaft went in and out of the hole recklessly. Il-hyun rubbed his lips against Ja-kyung's ear and whispered in a moist voice.
"Should I do it slowly?"
Ja-kyung shook his head.
"Hard?"
As he nodded, the shaft lost direction and recklessly stirred the inside. Ah, fuck. He licked the earlobe and showered kisses on the cheek, jaw, and lips that couldn't quite reach properly. Lee Ja-kyung exhaled in breaths and moans as if chopping them into pieces, then at some point, his eyelids trembling, he first spilled in Il-hyun's hand.
Il-hyun rubbed his sensitive shaft with his thumb and increased the speed of movement.
With the aftereffects of ejaculation still lingering, as he mashed the prostate, Ja-kyung didn't know what to do and gasped for breath.
"Wait, ah! Ngh!"
Il-hyun's neat brow furrowed. He, who had been increasing speed like crazy, thrust with enough force to crush Ja-kyung's buttocks, then stopped breathing. With a groan, semen poured into his stomach.
Having just woken up, Ja-kyung came out to the living room like a zombie, took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, grabbed cigarettes, and returned to the bedroom. The marks of the two rolling around last night were vivid on the bed. The fishy smell of semen seemed to rise, making him frown involuntarily.
What would the staff who come to clean every day think when they see this, he suddenly wondered. After quenching his thirst, he put a cigarette in his mouth, sat on the sofa, and stretched his arms up high. I must be crazy for secretly expecting it when he said he'd let me be on top. Fine, do it all yourself for the rest of your life.
He cursed, but then comforted himself thinking it was good anyway, so whatever.
Moving his head to loosen knotted muscles, he got up to wash and entered the bathroom. As expected, his body was a mess today too. Looking at his swollen and burst nipples, he sighed. After sex ended, until morning came, even in his sleep, he would touch and suck on nipples.
Nipple pervert.
Muttering to himself, he reached out absentmindedly to get his toothbrush, but no matter how he looked, it wasn't there. Huh? Maybe it fell on the floor, or in the shower stall? He looked around but it was the same. How strange. He put on a t-shirt rolling around beside the bed and came down to the first floor.
He was about to ask the housekeeper for a new toothbrush and go upstairs when he heard footsteps from Kang Il-hyun's bedroom direction. Hasn't he left for work yet? When he looked, it wasn't Kang Il-hyun but Park Tae-soo. Coming out with a yellow document envelope in his hand, he saw Ja-kyung and bowed politely.
What business at this early hour?
After greeting him, he headed toward Kang Il-hyun's bedroom. Whether he had finished preparing for work, he was dressed neatly, drinking tea and just turning the pages of a newspaper.
"Why are you up already?"
Ja-kyung waved the new toothbrush with his swollen face.
"My toothbrush disappeared without a trace."
Kang Il-hyun snorted.
"My, did it grow feet or something."
Il-hyun put down his tea cup and beckoned Ja-kyung to come closer. When he approached, he checked the inside front of the t-shirt Ja-kyung was wearing. It was inside out. Finding it cute, he smiled, then had him pull his arms out and fixed the clothes to their proper position. When he kills people, he's thorough, but seeing him like this, he's quite a scatterbrain.
"Since you're down, wash here. I'll wash you."
"Didn't you finish preparing for work?"
"Clothes can just be taken off again."
As he smiled and tried to undo his tie, Ja-kyung snatched his hand and shook his head. If he let him follow with the excuse of washing him, he absolutely wouldn't just leave. Stop with the nonsense and go to work. After warning him with his eyes, he quickly backed away.
After Ja-kyung disappeared as if fleeing, Il-hyun, left alone, slowly lost the smile from his face. He took another sip of tea, leaned his back against the sofa, and checked the time. 8 hours from now....
At dawn, Park Tae-soo had gone to capture Ja-kyung's only blood relative, his maternal uncle, but he had reportedly died of drug addiction 5 months ago. However, even if he had been alive, there was no guarantee he would know the truth.
On the armrest, his fingers moved with a repetitive sound like a second hand. Tok, tok, tok.
Eventually, he stood up and picked up his jacket.
In 8 hours, he would know. What connection Lee Ja-kyung had with Jang Tae-ho.
If none, that would be fortunate.
If there was... If there was, then at that time....
***
"Good morning."
Administrative Officer Park looked at Prosecutor Jang entering the room with a puzzled expression. What's going on? You're even late. Since he normally kept to his schedule like clockwork, being over 10 minutes late was completely incomprehensible. Moreover, his hair was a mess. He took off his jacket, hung it to one side, and sighed in disbelief.
"In all my living days, this is the first time I've had my hair grabbed by a grandmother."
"Excuse me?"
Prosecutor Jang explained the situation. On his way to work in the morning, he saw an elderly woman with heavy luggage in front of her, unable to move this way or that, so he approached her, when she suddenly changed and grabbed his hair, calling him a thief. If it had been an adult male, he would have tried to subdue him with force, but since it was an elderly person, he couldn't use force, and eventually passersby rushed in and barely pulled her off. The funnier thing was that the grandmother took her luggage and disappeared.
Listening to this, Administrative Officer Park looked at him with an incredulous expression.
"You just let her go?"
"Then what could I do. I couldn't report a senile old woman."
Prosecutor Jang, looking at the crown of his head in the mirror, made something like a lament.
"Two days in a row, my luck is quite fierce."
He smiled bitterly. Last night he suffered that humiliation from Kang Il-hyun, and in the morning he had his hair grabbed by an old woman he'd never seen before in his life. Tsk, clicking his tongue, he roughly combed his hair with his hands to tidy up, then sat down. But there was an unfamiliar document on his desk.
"Administrative Officer. What is this?"
"Something the Prosecutor would like."
Something I would like? When he opened the document envelope, Yang Sun-woo's photo appeared. His eyes changed sharply.
"It's an inn in the mountains on the outskirts of Seoul. They say he stops by occasionally and stays for a few days. When I asked the neighborhood thugs, they said sometimes he comes with a certain man."
"A man?"
"Yes, they said that. Said he was damn scary and had an unlucky face."
Ah, he knew who it was without needing to check. On the back, an address was written. It wasn't far from where he lived. A smile briefly crossed Prosecutor Jang's face. When he saw him in the investigation room a year ago, Kang Il-hyun hadn't batted an eye, but yesterday he was seething.
Just for chasing Yang Sun-woo. Why on earth?
"Will you be alright?"
Looking at Administrative Officer Park asking worriedly, Prosecutor Jang smiled broadly.
"First, if we dig, we'll know. Whatever comes out, this time I'm thinking of properly digging in."