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"You're so decisive when killing people, so why are you being so passive about sucking cock?"
Ja-kyeong eventually rolled his eyes upward to look at him. He'd never sucked a man's cock before so he didn't know the technique, and apparently just licking the outside with his tongue wasn't satisfactory. On top of that, memories of what happened in the interrogation room surfaced, making him reluctant. The sensation of his throat blocking and his airway constricting—that was terror itself.
"Should I suck yours instead?"
Before he even finished speaking, Ja-kyeong started to rise from his seat. Is that what you want? But before he could fully straighten his legs, Kang Il-hyun grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back down. He signaled with his eyes to hurry up, so Ja-kyeong reluctantly opened his mouth and took the cock in.
Why bring it up if you won't do it.
He moved his head back and forth, making a show of putting it in and taking it out, but its size was large enough that his teeth scraped against it once or twice. Whether that stimulated him, Kang Il-hyun's eyes grew increasingly lewd. He gently slipped his hand into Ja-kyeong's hair and moved his hips slightly. Ja-kyeong flinched each time the glans touched his uvula.
The cock pushed in and pulled out, making it feel like even the prominent veins on the shaft were being etched into the mucous membranes of his mouth. Each time it tried to push deeper, Ja-kyeong grabbed his thigh to block it. Fortunately, he didn't thrust mindlessly like before.
His gaze shifted to the gunshot wounds remaining on both sides of his thighs. A year ago that day, who could have imagined the two of them would end up like this. The left one aside, the right thigh was shot to kill, yet he miraculously survived.
Huu, he tilted his head back, and the speed of his hip movements gradually increased. Retching rose up and Ja-kyeong kept pulling his head back. After thrusting a few times, Kang Il-hyun apparently decided it was hopeless, pulled out his cock, and wiped the cream smeared on Ja-kyeong's lips before feeding it to him.
"Take off your clothes."
"Why? You said you'd only accept one thing."
"I'll suck yours too."
After hesitating, Ja-kyeong slowly undressed. If he was going to suck it, he wouldn't refuse. Compared to himself, Kang Il-hyun was skilled at both fucking and sucking. Enough to make one suspicious of his claim that he'd never been with a man.
Once all the clothes were off, he led Ja-kyeong to the sofa. Ja-kyeong thought he'd be made to sit, but instead Il-hyun lay down and patted his thigh, telling him to climb on. What was he trying to do? He looked at him in confusion, then wore an expression like he'd been slapped. So right now... they were going to suck each other.
The so-called 69 position.
"Don't tell me you don't know how to do this either?"
At the teasing tone, Ja-kyeong bristled.
"I've done it too!"
Then Il-hyun's eyes turned cold.
"Fuck, with who?"
He realized his mistake, but it was already spoken so there was no use. He brushed it off and climbed onto his body to get into position, but no matter how he thought about it, this was really.... Ja-kyeong spread his legs beside Il-hyun's face while his own face was directed toward Il-hyun's cock.
Il-hyun first firmly grabbed Ja-kyeong's buttocks, then opened his mouth, put the cock in, and began to suck. Ah, ah, not knowing what to do, Ja-kyeong took Il-hyun's cock in front of him into his mouth. With his nerves focused below, sucking became a bit easier.
Without realizing it, his waist bobbed up and down. Chuup, chuup, stacked on top of each other in reverse, they were too busy sucking each other's cocks to think straight. Kang Il-hyun, who had been kneading the buttocks, coated his finger with saliva and shoved it into Ja-kyeong's hole.
At the same time, he licked the testicles and perineum with his tongue. His legs trembled from the stimulation applied both inside and out. As he got excited and his tension relaxed, Il-hyun's cock also pushed deeper into Ja-kyeong's throat than at first. In the quiet, only the obscene sounds of them sucking each other's cocks could be heard.
After continuing like that for a while, Kang Il-hyun, who had been gripping and twisting the buttocks, slapped them with his palm—crack!
Ja-kyeong flinched and lifted his upper body. He sat up and naturally pushed Ja-kyeong's body forward. Suddenly Ja-kyeong found himself with his ass raised, face down on the sofa. He reached for the cake, coated his hand with cream, and slathered it all over Ja-kyeong's hole.
When Ja-kyeong reached out to stop him, his lips got there first. He stuck out his tongue long and licked thoroughly from the testicles to the perineum along with the cream, while slipping his hand inside to stroke the cock up and down. Ja-kyeong buried his head in the sofa, swallowing his moans.
Ah, ah, his shoulders rose and fell. Fuck, why is he so good at this, driving me crazy. He bit his lip and endured, but perhaps because of the comfort of having someone else with him, moans burst out more easily than usual.
"Mmm... ah!"
His lowered shoulders trembled violently and his legs kept tensing up. He felt like he would come, but his pride was hurt so he held back. Noticing Ja-kyeong was on the verge of ejaculation, Il-hyun immediately removed his hand, sat on the sofa, and pulled Ja-kyeong toward him.
"Climb on."
Ja-kyeong's eyes went wide. Climb on where? He patted his thigh twice again—tap, tap. Ja-kyeong shut his mouth tight. Fuck. That ominous feeling he'd imagined in the morning became reality. Pretending not to understand, he sat modestly with his legs together on the thigh, then got his buttocks smacked hard. Crack—
Ah! When he glared, he signaled with his eyes to sit again. In the end, he spread his legs and sat facing him on his thigh. It was more embarrassing and shameful than when lying down or face down. He could vividly feel Kang Il-hyun's cock between his buttocks. Their faces were so close that when he turned his head to avoid it, Il-hyun grabbed his chin and forced their eyes to meet.
He slowly inserted two fingers into the hole, all the way to the end.
"Try moving."
At the wet voice, Ja-kyeong moved his hips slightly. Shame and excitement were mixed together, making it impossible to look properly at Kang Il-hyun's face. He was burying his forehead in the shoulder when Il-hyun cupped his cheek with one hand and kissed him.
Tongues intertwined sticky and wet, and another finger was added. It was tight but somehow bearable. As he got excited, his hips moved a bit faster and more violently regardless of his will. He kissed him while moving his hand down to stroke Ja-kyeong's cock.
Chu, their lips separated and their gazes met.
Il-hyun asked with a languid face.
"I want to receive one more gift."
"...."
"Will you give it to me?"
Unlike his desire-filled eyes, his tone was asking for permission. Ja-kyeong kept his mouth shut and held out, then barely nodded. Lift your hips. He whispered in his ear. The fingers withdrew and this time something heavy touched him. He rubbed the glans against the entrance, then slowly spread the narrow hole as the cock pushed its way in.
Ja-kyeong stiffened and held his breath.
Il-hyun stroked up and down along his back, looking at him with soothing eyes.
"Good boy. You need to relax for it to go in."
As he said that, he licked the nipple with the tip of his tongue. Ja-kyeong relaxed his body as much as possible. Perhaps because of the position, it felt like it was going deeper than usual. Fearing it would pierce through his stomach, he looked down.
Il-hyun stroked that area with his palm, then pressed down firmly.
"Does it hurt?"
Ja-kyeong nodded, and Il-hyun asked again.
"Does it only hurt?"
After hesitating for a moment, Ja-kyeong shook his head.
"That's a relief."
A gentle voice wrapped around his ears. Even when he made wicked jokes, when he showed consideration like this as if nothing had happened, Ja-kyeong couldn't outright refuse. He grabbed Il-hyun's shoulder and moved his hips back and forth. It was clumsy at first since it was his first time, but perhaps because the insertion was deep, it felt much stronger than before. Ah, ah, he bit his lips, squeezed his eyes shut, and pressed his forehead into Il-hyun's shoulder.
Il-hyun licked Ja-kyeong's nape and chin, squeezed his chest, and toyed with his nipples with his fingers. He pinched them between his fingers and twisted, then slowly moved his hand back to grab both of Ja-kyeong's buttocks as if to burst them, spreading them to the sides.
His hands turned white from suppressing the impulse to thrust mercilessly, and his clenched jaw went rigid.
"Huu, fuck."
Il-hyun, who spat out a low curse, raised his head to look at Ja-kyeong's face. Already flushed with excitement, Ja-kyeong's neck and ears had turned red.
"Sorry, darling."
Ja-kyeong, who had been biting his lip, met Il-hyun's gaze.
"I really can't hold back anymore."
"...."
"Hold on tight."
As soon as the words ended, he slipped his arms under Ja-kyeong's inner thighs and stood up straight. His body tipped, and in his urgency, Ja-kyeong tightly hugged Il-hyun's neck. With his legs completely spread, his body was suspended in the air. When he looked in surprise, Kang Il-hyun thrust his hips upward from below. In the suspended state, the cock slammed deep into his buttocks, then pulled out.
"W-wait, ah, ah!"
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, with his legs spread and hanging from his arms, he couldn't escape. Each thrust made his body bounce upward. Fuck. No matter how strong he was, to lift a grown man over 180cm like a sheet of paper and thrust upward.
With all the weight bearing down, the insertion went even deeper, making it feel like his lower belly was being torn apart with each thrust. Yet absurdly, the urge to ejaculate kept rising.
"Ah, ah, st-stop! N-no!"
Because he kept striking the prostate, semen shot upward, gagging him. Though he hung from his neck shouting for him to stop, the consideration he'd briefly shown was, as expected, fake. He thrust wildly, and despite just having ejaculated, he got hard again.
Moans spilled out haphazardly, unable to keep up with the rhythm. Kang Il-hyun, who was breathing roughly, placed Ja-kyeong's shoulders against the sofa back. Suspended in the air, Ja-kyeong gasped and looked at the ceiling.
His vision spun round and round. With reddened eyes, he looked at Il-hyun, who was licking his lower lip while gazing down at him.
"You're the best birthday present I've ever received."
At that moment when he smiled magnificently with a face covered in sweat and sensuality—thump—his heart dropped into his stomach. Though he hadn't committed any sin, his heart pounded wildly, confusing Ja-kyeong, and Il-hyun began preparing to move his hips again.