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As the lips drew closer, Ja-kyung tensed his throat. Il-hyun's hand gently stroked the back of his neck as if trying to ease the tension. But the more he did so, the more the muscles contracted, and even his face grew stiff.
"Your skin is soft. I wonder if your inner flesh is even softer?"
"…."
"I only imagined it and I'm already hard."
"…."
"I won't make it hurt today, so smile."
A chill ran down his spine. Even the lingering drunkenness vanished in an instant. What was he thinking, provoking him like that earlier? If he tried to back out now, it seemed like he would really kill him. The pain he had felt in the basement came to mind. He knew how men had sex with each other, but the pain was beyond what he had imagined.
Moreover, he wasn't the one doing the inserting but the one receiving. His pride was wounded.
The hand touching his neck gradually moved lower, sweeping down his back to reach his waist. He gently caressed his side before slipping his hand inside his clothes. When the touch met bare skin, Ja-kyung flinched and stiffened his expression. But Kang Il-hyun paid it no mind and simply pulled him closer by the waist. His body was drawn in until their upper and lower bodies pressed tightly together. Feeling his breath right in front of his face, Ja-kyung laughed awkwardly.
"Can we do it with clothes on…?"
"Then where should I put my cock? In your mouth?"
"J-just the shirt…."
"Alright, then."
Hearing him readily agree, he felt relieved for now. Il-hyun tilted his head slightly. His lips drew closer, and his scent made Ja-kyung dizzy. Ja-kyung closed his eyes. No matter how much he tried to think of this as just business, with him constantly groping and touching, that was difficult.
Right, he would just think of Kang Il-hyun as a woman. His glasses were removed by that hand. He opened his closed eyes. Il-hyun's pupils were staring piercingly right in front of him. It felt like being stripped bare. He closed his eyes again, and soon lips touched his. It was hot. Kang Il-hyun licked his lips with his tongue as if tasting food.
Tension made his waist tighten, and Il-hyun seemed to notice as he laughed while licking. His tongue now tried to part his lips and enter his mouth. A woman. Not Kang Il-hyun but a woman. A nameless woman. A woman he met for the first time today while drinking. A woman with short hair who was pretty but had a nasty personality.
He opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to enter. The feeling of tongues rubbing against each other was no different from any other kiss. Instead of being soft, it was more intense and clinging. The kiss grew deeper, and with a sense of resignation, Ja-kyung wrapped his arms around Il-hyun's neck.
His body was pushed backward until it hit the bed. Il-hyun naturally guided Ja-kyung onto the bed. Then he untied the necktie Ja-kyung was wearing. Thinking he was going to undress him, Il-hyun instead gathered his hands and tied them together above his head with the necktie. His eyes widened in surprise.
Kang Il-hyun tied the knot in a pretty ribbon shape and smiled.
"I'm afraid you might hit me like last time. If you behave, I'll untie you."
"No—"
Lips overlapped, and his refusal was swallowed down his throat. He leisurely explored his body before grabbing both sides of the shirt and pulling it apart. Pop, pop—the sound of buttons being torn off and flying away, and Ja-kyung pulled his arms down to gather the gaping shirt. Even with his hands bound, his movement was so quick that Il-hyun laughed in disbelief.
"We just agreed to keep the shirt on."
When he slightly protested, Il-hyun nodded as if finally remembering.
"Ah, right. But what can I do. It's a mess, so I can't button it back up."
As he said this, he tried to peel away Ja-kyung's fingers that were clutching the shirt one by one. He also asked what was there to hide when he already knew everything. It wasn't the tattoo that was the problem but the scars on his body. Knife marks were one thing, but how would he explain the bullet wounds?
Ja-kyung slapped his hand away. Move it. Il-hyun scowled, and Ja-kyung pulled the bed sheet next to him to cover his upper body. Seeing this, Il-hyun made no attempt to hide his displeasure.
"T-turn off the lights."
"I prefer to see with my eyes."
"It's embarrassing. Please turn them off."
Their gazes met, and Ja-kyung didn't back down. Il-hyun had no choice but to obediently turn off all the lights in the room with the remote. The only light came through the blinds. Kang Il-hyun pulled away the sheet and slowly stroked Ja-kyung's upper body from his abdomen upward.
"Your body is more firm than I expected."
"Thanks for the compli—mmph!"
He couldn't finish his words and bit his lip hard. The fingertips moving upward touched his nipple. Ja-kyung held his breath. This is a woman. A woman. Not Kang Il-hyun but a woman he met at the club today. He tried to hypnotize himself with all his might, but Kang Il-hyun pinched and twisted his nipple with his fingertips. He pinched so hard that tears welled up.
"Ah!"
He tried to pull his bound wrists down to remove his hand, but he was instantly seized and fixed back above his head.
"How could you pinch so hard!"
"You were thinking about something else just now."
At his sinister voice, Ja-kyung was at a loss for words. He played with Ja-kyung's nipple, rubbing it with his fingertips, rolling it around, and stimulating it. Ja-kyung's chest rose and fell heavily. A tongue touched his nipple, and this time it licked gently.
The tongue licked upward from beneath the nipple, then eventually took in the areola and sucked like a child. At the tingling stimulation, he unconsciously tensed his lower body. The fact that his partner was a man and his body was responding were separate issues. He hadn't even inhaled aphrodisiacs like last time, yet lust began to crawl up inside him.
He bit his lip hard to keep from moaning. The tongue slipped like a snake, moving lower and lower. Il-hyun pulled away his lips and removed Ja-kyung's pants and underwear. In an instant, he was naked, and perhaps due to the air conditioning, the air felt cool.
In the darkness, his figure appeared as a silhouette. Kang Il-hyun got off the bed and removed his shirt, pants, and underwear. From between his legs, a large member suddenly popped out. That day he was too out of it to see, but it was much larger and harder than he had imagined.
At its enormous size, he tensed and swallowed nervously. Fuck. It's fucking huge. He cursed internally and considered backing out even now, but then he climbed onto the bed. The bed shifted from the weight. He spread Ja-kyung's legs on either side and positioned himself between them.
The hard flesh kept touching his thigh. When he tensed and drew his thighs inward, he grabbed his ankles and spread them embarrassingly wide. He thought about kicking him in the face like last time but gave up. He lowered his upper body, and Ja-kyung clenched his jaw.
As his thighs were pressed, his legs naturally spread to either side. Kang Il-hyun's cock overlapped his, pressing down on his testicles and cock. It felt strange to have his cock pressed against another grown man's. The nameless woman he'd been imagining in his head had packed her bags and fled long ago.
Click—a dim light turned on above the bed, and Ja-kyung frowned from the brightness. Il-hyun was propped on both arms beside Ja-kyung's face, looking down at him steadily. His gaze flashed dangerously in the darkness like a beast stalking its prey.
"We agreed not to turn on the lights…."
"Just the face. I was curious about your expression."
The lighting created shadows on his face. His already sculpted features became even more defined. His eyes naturally drifted downward. His torso was thick and solid, and there were traces of an old injury on his shoulder. His claim that he was well-endowed because of his broad shoulders was no empty boast.
When he looked up, he moved his waist gently in that position. The two cocks rubbed against each other in a crushed state. Ja-kyung's lower eyelids trembled. His stomach and his feelings both grew strange.
When he turned his head to avoid him, Il-hyun immediately caught his face and made him look at him. With the stimulation, pre-cum began to leak out. His abdomen grew damp. Fuck. It was the first time he'd resented his own cock. Ja-kyung slightly lowered his eyes and bit his lower lip.
His movements were so leisurely that it was frustrating. Il-hyun lowered his head and licked the corner of Ja-kyung's eye. He was persistent, then licked his cheek, bit his jaw, and sucked and bit his face as if eating it. With a sense of resignation, he left him to do as he pleased. More than that, he was seething with unfulfilled lust.
Couldn't he go a little faster? Couldn't he rub a little more? Then unconsciously, he moved his hips and rubbed his legs against Il-hyun's thighs. The moment he realized it, Kang Il-hyun had already let out a scoffing laugh. His pride wounded, he clenched his jaw hard. Smack, smack—the lips that had been traveling from the bridge of his nose to his philtrum kissed him and swallowed his tongue. The speed of his waist moving gradually increased.
Kang Il-hyun thrust upward strongly and shortly as if he were penetrating a hole. The large bed shook. Ja-kyung gritted his teeth and wrapped both legs around his waist. It wasn't even penetration, nor was it being touched by hand, yet the pleasure was indescribable.
The sound of flesh slapping was lewd. Inside his mouth, Kang Il-hyun's tongue bound his tongue as if trying to pull it out. If Wang-han found out, he would faint. Ja-kyung, spreading his legs under a man and shaking his hips. Even if he became a laughingstock for life, he would have nothing to say.
But unfortunately, lust paralyzed his reason.
"Mmh."
Unable to hold back, he let out a strange moan, and Kang Il-hyun, who was kissing him, smiled against his lips. He wanted to die. He didn't want to know why he laughed, nor did he want to ask.