The room with double curtains drawn was very dark. The living room light seeping through the slightly ajar door was all the light they had to rely on. Having moved to the bed with their lips pressed together, the two collapsed simultaneously onto the soft mattress. Condoms and lubricant rolled out from Yoon-shin's pajama top and fell onto the bed.
Creak. An obscene sound effect rose from the bed every time Se-heon adjusted his posture.
The deep kiss continued endlessly. Hot breath spilled over each other through their parted lips. Because Yoon-shin yielded the entirety of his mouth to Se-heon, saliva flowed down his chin. Whether out of consideration for Yoon-shin who was gasping for breath, or simply because there was another destination in mind, he pulled his lips away. Then, he buried the tip of his nose into that long neck and inhaled the scent as if collecting all of his body odor.
"Heung, mm. It tickles."
Yoon-shin, who had embraced his head, let out a low moan. As if taking that as a signal, Se-heon unbuttoned the pajamas. He took off the top, swiftly stripped off the bottom as well, and then took off his own turtleneck knitwear and threw it under the bed. That wasn't all. He guided Yoon-shin's thin hand and made him firmly rub against his stiffened front.
Yoon-shin's pale face flushed with embarrassment due to the firm texture. The volume of his nearly maximally hardened penis was clearly felt.
At first, out of embarrassment, he hesitated to move his hand. But soon, unable to suppress the impulse, he dominantly touched it. Recalling how Se-heon's had tightly filled his hand once, he fumbled over it, then hurriedly unfastened his belt buckle and pulled down the zipper.
Ziiip. The erect penis, as if surging, stood out as if escaping from the cramped space. Yoon-shin, who had been continuously groping it over his drawers, was already panting and asked,
"What are you going to do first? Ah, I need to know to brace for it."
"I'll give you a choice. What do you want to take first."
A voice full of impatience, proving that his body had heated up, flowed from Se-heon's mouth. Along with his answer, he used the momentum to suddenly flip Yoon-shin over. Then, he added in a whisper to his reddened ear,
"Whatever the order, you're going to take it all anyway."
He then slipped his palm under Yoon-shin's flat abdomen and raised his lower body. With his upper body face down and his buttocks raised, Yoon-shin was startled by the explicit posture and glanced back at him. At that, Se-heon immediately pounced like a beast. He wrapped his arms around his thin body, driving the opponent down with his entire body weight, kissed him clamorously, and stripped off Yoon-shin's underwear.
Finally, having thrown off his unbuckled pants and underwear, he pressed their lower bodies together. At the same time, feeling his erect penis thrust between his buttocks, Yoon-shin squirmed.
"Ha-eup, C-Chief, ah!"
As the moans grew louder, his actions became more persistent. Se-heon rubbed the shaft of his erect penis as if splitting the valley of his buttocks. All of his actions were excessively erotic.
Barely holding onto his fading mind, Yoon-shin unwittingly turned his gaze under the bed. His vision blurred, and after blinking several times, he discovered his pajamas, the man's clothes, and their underwear scattered in a mess. Even the sight of the two pairs of drawers overlapping was extremely risqué.
Finally, it truly hit him that he was sleeping with him. With a sudden sense of reality, Yoon-shin moved his lips.
It was right then. Perhaps dissatisfied that his gaze was wandering elsewhere instead of on him, Se-heon leaned his nude body even closer. Not satisfied with just that, he poked the tip firmly against the perineum as if thrusting his penis into the tight entrance.
"Where are you looking. Aren't you focusing?"
"Eung, I-I wasn't looking anywhere else."
The more he opened his mouth, the drier it felt. It felt like a fire or his body temperature was rising inside. The arsonist was Se-heon behind his back. Supporting himself over the thin body as if covering him with a blanket, he gently traced Yoon-shin's smooth contour from his shoulder to his chest. After doing so for a moment, he squeezed and released both arms intensely as if massaging them. This temperature difference made Yoon-shin's body even more excited.
He was conscious of Se-heon's gaze watching every shape of him struggling and moaning with difficulty. From the back of his head to his ankles, he could feel all of that hot energy. The feeling of his body swelling due to the pleasure he gave him, and the tickling sensation in his thighs from embarrassment rushed in all at once.
"Please do something for me..."
Finally, a desperate plea parted his red lips and scattered into the air. As if he had been waiting for it, Se-heon immediately bent his waist deeply and buried his face in Yoon-shin's armpit. He bit down hard on the soft flesh, then sharpened the tip of his tongue and slowly dragged it downward. On the damp flesh, he licked a long, curved line as if painting with a brush.
At the end of that line, which continued for a long time, lay Yoon-shin's slender waist. Se-heon gnawed meticulously over that smooth side. Even so, he didn't forget to subtly caress his flat abdomen and erect penis on the front. Having tormented the other side of his waist as well, he finally returned Yoon-shin's body to its original position.
Flop. Yoon-shin, now lying facing the ceiling, panted and reached out both arms toward Se-heon. He willingly tilted his head to help him hold onto his shoulders and kissed him devotedly. Soon after, he began to systematically ravage him, swallowing him one by one starting from his neck.
Se-heon's even teeth bit down on Yoon-shin's Adam's apple with all his might.
"Ha, ha-eup! Ugh!"
The act was so intense that a vivid hickey would form with just one bite. Feeling immense pain, Yoon-shin's jaw chattered. Perhaps feeling instinctively that he had to defend his body, he even closed his legs.
As if he couldn't just let that be, he used his kneecap to violently spread his groin. At the same time, he licked the teeth marks and the bright red flushed area around them with his tongue, caressing even the protruding part of the Adam's apple. And as if signaling that this was only the beginning, he gradually moved lower and lower.
Thump! Placing one hand on the pillow, he loomed over Yoon-shin like a canopy. Then, he relentlessly bit the protruding bones around Yoon-shin's shoulders. As if intending to tear his entire body apart, he was consistently rough and fierce. Suddenly terrified, Yoon-shin grabbed Se-heon's arm.
"Calm down. It hurts."
Se-heon, who was breathing heavily, only then stared intently into Yoon-shin's clear eyes. As their gazes clashed in the air, Yoon-shin realized that his complexion had changed to a very dangerous hue. Thinking that Se-heon felt sexual desire for him and was looking for a way to vent it, expressing it in this way, the urge to ejaculate suddenly surged. Biting his lower lip hard, Yoon-shin swallowed dry saliva and added,
"I'm not saying I don't like it. It just hurts."
Carefully scanning the soft skin reddened in patches by teeth marks and handprints, including the saliva-glistening neck, he let out a long breath and regulated his breathing. Then, he gave a smacking kiss to Yoon-shin's forehead, which was still fully exposed with a pin in his hair. He seemed to be struggling to control himself.
Fortunately, as if he had calmed down a bit, his actions, which began to take steps again, changed subtly to be more affectionate. His lips, which had descended to his chest, took in one cutely raised nipple. He trapped the nipple in his wet mouth, explicitly wedged it between his teeth, and gnawed on it to stimulate his senses.
At the same time, he persistently toyed with the opposite nipple with one hand. He rolled the protruding nipple with his fingers, then rubbed the areola around it as if drawing a circle. Thanks to this, Yoon-shin's already stiff member erected to the point where all his veins stood out. Naturally, the two erect penises lined up side by side poked each other's thighs. Yoon-shin's waist trembled.
"Ha, eut, I want to masturbate."
He released the nipple he had been toying with and glanced down. Seeing the two throbbing penises thrusting toward the abdomen, he pursed his lips. Se-heon turned his gaze back to Yoon-shin lying beneath him and bit his entire clear face as if sweeping over it. He rained kisses evenly on his forehead and eyelids, temples and cheeks, the tip of his nose, as well as his lips and chin.
Finally, when their eyes met again, he grabbed Yoon-shin's skinny arms together and abruptly lifted them above his head. Then, he shook his head.
"Hold it in."
"Ah, wait, let me go. I want to do it."
"If you say you want to do it, it's natural that I don't want to let you."
Dumbfounded, Yoon-shin snapped.
"That's not natural at all!"
"Suffer a little more."
Whispering subtly as if seducing, he touched his rigid penis as if resting it on top of Yoon-shin's. Then, he rubbed the shafts against each other very risquely and precariously. When the evidence of Se-heon's excitement touched the skin that was already sensitive to its limit, Yoon-shin truly felt like he would faint. He felt the urge to ejaculate as a crazy urge to urinate rose. But something was lacking.
"Ah, I don't like this, do it harder."
As if intending to do exactly the opposite of what was demanded, he changed his hip movements to be even slower. Moreover, he only made their penises collide, neither caressing them nor allowing direct touching. Se-heon's shaft was so hard that it wouldn't be strange if he ejaculated right away, but his fearsome endurance was astonishing.
Tilting his head back slightly and letting out a moan, Yoon-shin squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them. The desire to press closer against him and rub their skin roughly grew fierce. Unable to endure it, he finally lifted his hips and rubbed their members together. Then, Se-heon slightly pulled his hips back and escaped.
"Eung, Chief, please, please!"
"Cum just like this. I want to see that."
His touch, teasing the nipple with his free hand, was so skilled that it drove him even more frantic.
"Ah...! Aheup!"
Twisting his legs and flinching, Yoon-shin eventually poured out semen following pre-cum even without proper pressure. The whitish fluids splattered all over Se-heon's penis, which hadn't ejaculated yet, and his firm abdomen. He belatedly released Yoon-shin's hands, who was so exhausted that he could barely breathe. Then, he made Yoon-shin's thin fingers wipe the semen splattered on his skin.
"Lick."
Thinking he was telling him to lick his semen-covered hand, Yoon-shin tried to put his index and middle fingers into his mouth, but Se-heon immediately grabbed his hair and pulled it back, repeating his command.
"I said lick, don't suck."
Not understanding what was going on and staring blankly, Yoon-shin stuck his tongue out on the left side of his index finger. Then, Se-heon immediately lowered his face and licked the right side. Naturally, the tips of their tongues clashed several times with the long finger in between. The squishy feeling of flesh was more vulgar and sensual than any other sensation. This trivial kiss was so thrilling that Yoon-shin felt like he would get hard again in no time.
With half-unfocused eyes, Yoon-shin kept flicking his tongue. Then, as if he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his thin wrist down and violently entangled their tongues.
"Eut! Eum!"
Even while doing several things at once, Se-heon's actions were very skilled without any clumsy parts. While kissing above, he also groped Yoon-shin with his still-unresolved hard penis below. Then, he wedged it between his thighs and pressed firmly as if embroidering stitch by stitch. His swaying scrotum and the tip collided. As a result, Yoon-shin's member also became rigid again just like the beginning.
Perhaps sensing that reaction, Se-heon pulled his lips away. Haa, haa. He inserted his middle finger into the mouth of Yoon-shin, who was panting. Then, he poked, pressed, and stroked his tongue, coating the skin with saliva. Soon, he sucked up all the slick saliva from the finger he took out of his mouth. Looking up at that sight with half-open eyes, Yoon-shin's face flushed uncontrollably.
"Ha, do you always have sex this vulgarly?"
"I'm glad you like it. I'll try harder."
Staring at him quietly, Yoon-shin couldn't bring himself to answer and kept his mouth shut. That silence seemed to be an answer for Se-heon. As if rekindling the ripe atmosphere, he lifted Yoon-shin's slender legs high into the air. Then, he rubbed his palms from his ankles to his calves and thighs, steadily moving upward.
Finally reaching around Yoon-shin's pelvis, he spread his legs as wide as possible.
Startled, Yoon-shin covered his mouth with his palm. He diligently sent him a message with his eyes that he was embarrassed. However, he already knew that Se-heon wouldn't listen. Rather, his attitude, which became even more explicit, proved that the person on his bed was indeed Kang Se-heon.
"It seems you have no learning ability. I told you that if you speak up, I won't listen."
Yoon-shin, removing his hand from his mouth, protested.
"That's why I didn't say anything!"
"Your eyes speak too. Sometimes."
"Always whatever you like."
"Spread your legs more. Is this the extent of your flexibility?"
The sinister dirty talk piercing his ears and the vulgar acts reaching his entire body made his thighs stick together instinctively out of embarrassment. But Se-heon didn't seem to have any intention of letting it slide. He spread Yoon-shin's legs at an even wider angle as if opening a book and made him bend his knees. Then, with a hot gaze fixed on the inside of his groin, he stared at the entrance.
The fact that his sharp eyes were staring only at his genitals made Yoon-shin feel dizzy. Flustered, he placed his hand on his shoulder. The protruding shoulder blade and densely packed back muscles felt sensitive against his palm, making his face burn.
"Stop looking."
As if those words were a catalyst, he kissed the area around the entrance with a brazenly explicit attitude. Then, he stuck out his tongue and expanded his territory over the entire perineum. Not only did he lick the scrotum with the tip of his tongue and bite the root of the penis with his lips, but he also filled his mouth with the coarse pubic hair and soaked it.
"Eup, ueup, ugh!"
Feeling like he absolutely couldn't watch anymore, Yoon-shin covered his face with both hands. Whenever a dizzying moan accompanied by shame burst out, he clamped his lips shut so that the sounds wouldn't spread as far as possible.
How much time had passed? As if Se-heon was pouring slick oil over the perineum, a cold and slippery sensation was felt below. Yoon-shin, who had pulled down the hands covering his face halfway to only cover his mouth, glanced down. He was taking out a single condom from the box and tearing the packaging. He thought he might be putting it on his penis. He reached out to help, but he pushed him away immediately.
Accepting all of Yoon-shin's puzzled gazes, Se-heon put the condom on the wet finger that had tormented Yoon-shin's tongue. Then, as if tying the end, he wrapped it and fixed it with his thumb, and applied oil generously over it as well. Yoon-shin, who could roughly imagine what would happen next, was about to open his mouth to say something. With his eyes glowing fiercely, he thrust his straight finger deep into the secret entrance without giving him a chance to say anything.
"Eung! Ha! Aheuk!"
A moan that couldn't be held back as a gasp rose high enough to pierce the ceiling. Hearing that, Se-heon's hand movements became crazily rough and fast. The eagerness and excitement to penetrate deeper, even deeper inside, was vividly felt at his fingertips.
Finally, half-losing his reason, he repeatedly spread the tight entrance with one finger. Then, as if getting impatient, he pulled his finger out. Soon, he took off the condom on his skin, skipped the intermediate step of carefully inserting two, applied plenty of oil to three fingers, and forcefully thrust them into the tight entrance.
"Ah! Heung, eung!"
After that, it was like a piston motion. He put some weight into it and repeatedly inserted and pulled out a part of his hand. The effect of widening the inside and the effect of stimulating Yoon-shin occurred simultaneously. However, it seemed impossible to expand the space enough to fit Se-heon's penis right away. If so, there was no choice but to disperse the pain to the maximum.
Clever as he was, he immediately changed course and felt around to find the location of the prostate inside Yoon-shin's bladder wall.
"Theoretically, it's this way... Not too far. But not too close either. Is that right?"
"Wh-what?"
"Tell me if it feels good. Probably around here?"
"Ah! Ah! S-Senior, there, wait!"
When he put strength in his fingertips and firmly pressed a certain spot, Yoon-shin suddenly trembled all over. Seeing him panting as if out of breath, Se-heon made a very interested, and aroused expression. Immediately after, he crushed that spot even more explicitly. Yoon-shin was swayed helplessly.
"No, ah, eung! Heut! I can't, ah!"
"What do you mean you can't. You look thrilled."
"Chief, please, please slowly...!"
"I didn't tell you to stop. I guess you like it after all. Is it good because you're enjoying it alone? Huh, Do Yoon-shin."
"Ah, Senior, Se-heon Senior!"
Unlike his relaxed tone, Se-heon's hands couldn't lie. Unable to control himself, he pressed the inside of the entrance quite roughly. Even so, he took in every bit of Yoon-shin's struggling figure from beginning to end.
"You know? I almost came when you called my name."
"Aah! Ah! Ah!"
Whether he could hear his words or not, Yoon-shin struggled quite a bit and constantly heaved his supple body. It felt as if an electric current flowed along his straight and long fingertips, making his entire body tingle, so he couldn't keep his sanity. He ended up seeking a more intense stimulus. It was already this maddening just with fingers, so he constantly imagined what it would feel like if his much harder and larger thing entered inside him.
Just the thought of it was so thrilling it made him feel nauseous.
Reaching out instinctively, Yoon-shin grabbed Se-heon's waistband to beg him to do it harder. However, due to his mischievous attitude so far of doing the exact opposite whenever he spoke up, he was reluctant to confess what he wanted. As he just panted and opened his mouth, transparent saliva flowed down the side of his lips every time he threw his head back.
Not missing this, Se-heon bent his waist and licked the flowing saliva. At the same time, he pressed hard on the spot where Yoon-shin felt it once again. Yoon-shin, who had been enduring his desires, finally lost to him.
"Now stop tormenting me... please."
By the time he regretted that he shouldn't have said that, it was already too late.
From that moment on, Se-heon steadily widened the inside again, only avoiding the spots where Yoon-shin would faint. When the thin body, doubled with impatience, induced his fingers to lodge in a more familiar spot, he teasingly pressed only the precarious spots that slightly missed it. Every time, the sticky flesh of the fluttering inside wrapped around Se-heon's fingers. Tormented, Yoon-shin finally opened his mouth again.
"What should I do? Don't do this. It's hard for you too, Chief."
"Beg me. I'll listen and decide."
"Come inside quickly."
"I want to hear dirtier words. For example, asking me to shove my cock into your hole."
Smack, he kissed his extremely sensitive ear and then whispered.
"Or asking me to cum inside you until it's full to the brim and overflows."
"Eung, eung! Heut!"
"How about asking me to fuck you until you tear, or to rub my cock against your thighs. Anything is fine."
Because he constantly toyed with his inner wall with his hand, avoiding exactly the spot where he felt it, Yoon-shin choked up in frustration.
"Do I look like I'm in my right mind? Just shove your hard cock in already, you son of a bitch!"
Parting his trembling red lips, his desperate voice flowed out riding on a quivering wave.
When Yoon-shin yelled, the corners of his mouth twitched subtly as if he might smile or not. Then, rolling his neck side to side to relieve the tension in his shoulders, Se-heon only then slipped his fingers out of the tight entrance. Then, he tore open a new condom wrapper and rolled it tightly onto his penis, which had been boiling with frustration for a while.
In the meantime, Yoon-shin, who had awkwardly raised his upper body, watched this sight with a gaze half-filled with anticipation and half with worry. Se-heon grabbed Yoon-shin by the nape and threw him back onto the bed as if slamming him down.
"Ugh...!"
Mounting the thin body like a beast conquering its prey, he aimed the tip at the entrance. Then, with a sunken voice, he asked calmly as if posing a question.
"My name."
"Kang Se-heon... Se-heon Senior. Hurry. Put it in quickly."
Gritting his teeth, he gripped Yoon-shin's penis. He stroked it up and down a few times to maximize the arousal. Just as Yoon-shin was distracted by the pleasure in the front, he thrust his member with all his might into the slippery inside coated with oil.
"Ah-ugh...!"
Thump! The hard penis was shoved halfway in in one go. The inside was narrow and his was large, so any more penetration at once was overwhelming. Especially Yoon-shin, who was pierced, struggled. So, as if crushing the prostate whose location he had checked earlier, Se-heon pressed his member very firmly against it. Yoon-shin, who had been groaning in pain, gradually let out moans as if he would faint.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Chief, ah!"
Doing the piston motion slowly back and forth like that, Se-heon stopped testing the waters and thrust deeply from the tip. It penetrated all the way to the root in one go, stuffed into the cramped space. For a moment, Yoon-shin, whose breath choked up to his chin, trembled his slightly parted legs. Soon, as if desperately finding a drifting foothold after struggling, he wrapped his slender calves around Se-heon's lower back.
Having balanced their positions properly, the two hung onto each other devotedly and kissed as if they had promised. He persistently explored the inside as if intending to wear out all the mucous membranes in their mouths.
As the off-beat became a steady beat, the act grew rougher. Even the sturdy bed creaked very loudly. As if it wasn't enough even though he had thrust all the way in, Se-heon pushed his penis in to find an even deeper spot. After pulling his waist back as far as possible, he slammed back inside as if he would bury his entire lower body, naturally making his scrotum violently slap against his firm buttocks.
"Aheuk! Ah! It's too deep."
"Deeper inside?"
"I said it's deep! It hurts."
"Further in. Is it good there too? I'll poke it with the glans. Hurry up and devour it. It's yours."
"Eung! Ha...! Aheup!"
They were completely engrossed in each other. The rougher Se-heon's thrusts became, the higher Yoon-shin's moans reflexively got.
While Yoon-shin didn't know what to do and squirmed, Se-heon above him half-lost his mind and conquered the skinny castle laid beneath him. Every time their firm skin met, the obscene slapping sounds and the lewd sounds of bones colliding filled this room. The areas of contact, which gradually started to sweat, became slippery.
Se-heon, continuing the rough up-and-down motion, pulled his member out from the deep spot. Yoon-shin's anxious yet regretful moist eyes turned toward him. He kissed Yoon-shin's flushed entire face like falling rain and flipped his thin body over. Then, he grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, causing pain, and in the fleeting moment Yoon-shin focused on that, he thrust his member back inside.
"Ugh! Ah!"
It definitely went in much better than the first time.
Yoon-shin, who let out a short gasp like a death rattle, soon just gaped. It was because his thing entered much deeper than when he was thrusting from the front. Pierced, Yoon-shin felt like he would go crazy from the exquisite sensation of his intestines being pushed up, which was scary yet thrilling. He was on the verge of suffocating from the subtle smell of semen emanating from each other. Even while his eyelashes trembled, he blinked to remember this moment. Sweat dropped from his forehead.
The moment the transparent liquid soaked the pillowcase, he started to frantically pound his penis from behind like a beast mating.
"Ha, Do Yoon-shin! Damn it! I want to stick my tongue down your throat, open your mouth."
"Slowly! It's too fast! Ah!"
Se-heon thrust his tongue between Yoon-shin's parted lips. While doing so, holding his slender waist firmly, he forcefully shoved his member in.
"Eup! Ugh!"
Yoon-shin, who was propping himself up on his knees, reached his hands forward to find support. Grabbing the headboard, he swayed as he was inserted both above and below, and when he couldn't endure it anymore, he shook his head and opened his eyes halfway. The moment the sensitive skin of their faces separated, he met Se-heon's sensual eyes, who was immersed in ecstasy and concentrating on him.
His eyes red with lust, he looked like a completely different person.
His usual unwavering composure, his difficult attitude, his indifferent demeanor toward the people around him, or the upright scene of him with his collar buttoned to the top and his tie properly tied flashed through his mind like a panorama. All the moments that were like Kang Se-heon now all seemed like illusions.
The fact that he had drawn out such an expression from him surged a crazy sense of satisfaction. He felt like he would suffocate and die right away. As his abdomen felt hard and stiff, he felt the urge to ejaculate even without being touched. Reflexively, strength went into his tight entrance. He unknowingly tightened around his thing. Perhaps that pressure made Se-heon boil over even more, as he let out a low groan with a rumble in his throat.
"Ha, ugh, damn it!"
Flustered, Yoon-shin bowed his head forward again and only moved his lips. Then, he grabbed his hair and pulled it hard once more, drawing Yoon-shin's gaze to him.
"What's on the bed?"
"I'm embarrassed... It hurts. Let go."
"Don't hide your face. You have to show me your face when you're being fucked and cumming by me."
He thrust his veiny penis into the sensitized inner wall. While poking over the sticky skin, the prostate was inevitably crushed. He felt stars flash before his eyes, and Yoon-shin poured out pre-cum right then.
He was stunned by the feeling of liquid intermittently flowing. While the startled Yoon-shin gulped down the bursting moans and kept his mouth shut, Se-heon pressed his firm body even lower.
Naturally, Yoon-shin's body folded, casting a shadow of him over him. The space between his spread thighs and the tight entrance where his highly aroused penis was moving in and out all stung. His tip, crushing here and there as if expanding his territory, felt so explicit that he could tell its shape.
"Ah! Aheup! Ah!"
Yoon-shin's swaying penis ejaculated semen every time his prostate was stimulated. Se-heon also raised his final sprint like he was pulling out all the stops, repeatedly inserting and pulling out to the point where the root of his penis was fully buried. His hip movements were extremely rough, so Yoon-shin, who was lying underneath enduring it, was on the verge of scraping his knees raw.
As a last resort, he reached back and grabbed Se-heon's waist, and as if that became a new stimulus, his movements became even rougher.
Thump, thump! As the front and back of their pelvises collided, sticky friction sounds continuously arose. The harmony of the moans and breaths intertwined by the two was indescribably risqué. He firmly held Yoon-shin's sweat-soaked neck with his palm and made him turn his head toward him. Then, he kissed him gluttonously as if starving for days.
At the same time, he frowned as much as he could and thrust his stiff shaft right in.
"Eup, Senior, don't shake so much. Aheuk!"
"Ugh! Ha..."
The moment Se-heon finally ejaculated. Flop, the two bodies collapsed onto the bed overlapping as if they were one.
Completely exhausted from the rough sex, Yoon-shin even felt the illusion that the sensation below his waist had almost disappeared. It was embarrassing to feel the hard penis still buried inside him as if contained, twitching. A heavy feeling gradually added. It felt like the pulsing semen was pooling at the end of the condom. That sensation was very arousing and trembling.
While regulating his breath, feeling him behind his back to cool his flushed face, Se-heon slowly pulled his penis out of his genitals. He then took off the condom, drooping with pooled semen, from his penis and threw it under the bed. Then, he rubbed his wet tip a few times between Yoon-shin's groin. The fact that his penis immediately stood back up was transmitted to each other.
Soon, he tore open another wrapper. He knew he had good stamina, but he didn't know it was to this extent. Yoon-shin's flustered, suspicious glance flashed toward Se-heon.
"Aren't we going to rest?"
"Are you that free?"
"It's hard. Let's rest for a bit and then..."
"Stay lying down quietly. You can rest while being fucked."
A part of the sheet was wet from Yoon-shin's semen scattered all over the place. Confirming that, Se-heon moved Yoon-shin's thin body to the cleaner right side. After laying him down in a proper posture, he placed his penis against his buttocks as if mounting him on a motorcycle and pulled him down onto him.
As he slowly teased the entrance with his glans, the space of the tight entrance, which had already been opened once, fluttered welcomingly as if inviting him. Se-heon, who remembered the sticky flesh inside, stimulated Yoon-shin by slipping the tip in and out. Inserting only the front part at the entrance, keeping them connected, he rolled around as if touching the surroundings in a circle. Finally, a hot sigh flowed from between Yoon-shin's wet lips.
"Eung, eung..."
Frowning deeply, Se-heon pulled Yoon-shin up and sat him directly on his thighs.
As if the words that he would take it all sequentially weren't just empty words, he changed positions as if increasing the difficulty. From missionary to doggy style, and from doggy style to the current sitting posture, every time they transitioned one step at a time, Se-heon's penis felt more explicit and intuitive. Thanks to that, even though he had already ejaculated several times, Yoon-shin's slowly erected again.
Looking down at his own thing starting to rise, Yoon-shin became flustered and slightly parted his lips. Without hiding his questioning expression, he stared at Se-heon in an uncomfortable position.
As sometimes was the case, Se-heon didn't answer with words. Instead, he responded with actions. While embracing Yoon-shin, he held his chin, licked the flowing transparent saliva, and kissed him. At the same time, he lifted his hips and skillfully thrust his member deep inside. That wasn't all. Reaching out with one large hand forward, he masturbated Yoon-shin's member, which was starting to stand up again, on his behalf.
"Ah... It comes in too deep in this position."
"Does it feel good?"
"You must be going crazy because you like me. Do you like me that much?"
Chug chug. Every time he thrust his penis, their pelvises and buttocks collided with a slapping sound. Every moment their smooth naked bodies collided, an intense electric current flowed. Swaying, Yoon-shin leaned his exhausted body against him and hugged Se-heon as if wrapping his neck. However, their overlapping bodies heaved.
Their gazes met clearly at a distinct position.
Because he didn't answer, Yoon-shin asked again. His tone was a bit clearer.
"Do you like me that much, Kang Se-heon."
Since he had already kept his mouth shut once, Yoon-shin thought he wouldn't hear an answer in the end, but surprisingly, Se-heon replied in a low voice without hiding his bewitched eyes at all.
"I like you."
A reddish flush rose on Yoon-shin's cheeks, which had turned pale from the mixture of rushing pain and pleasure. His white and thin arms pulled Se-heon into a tight embrace.
No more conversation was needed. As if only the two of them existed in this world, they devoted themselves entirely to each other. The rougher his movements became, the more fiercely the bed creaked. Yoon-shin's panting moans and Se-heon's low, heavy breathing intertwined and merged together. Rustle, rustle. The sheets became messily tangled, but neither of them cared.
Why couldn't we pretend not to know each other.
The unsettling yet thrilling sensation that their once solitary lives were clearly being reorganized into a shared destiny crossed both of their minds simultaneously.
The affectionate conversation of their bodies confirming each other's feelings continued for a long time.
* * *
On Sunday morning, Yoon-shin opened his eyes late. Se-heon wasn't in the next spot. The memory of barely changing the bed sheets to new ones and lying down because they had to sleep even after fighting a war at dawn vividly came to mind.
'Did he leave.'
A glance under the bed showed it was still a mess. Pajamas, underwear, and condom wrappers that hadn't been properly thrown in the trash can were drooping. He didn't even expect the kind of consideration shown in movies or dramas, like washing him and tucking him in comfortably. He thought at least he would have cleaned up the condoms full of his own semen, but seeing the state of the room beyond his expectations, a hollow laugh burst out.
Still, compared to his own body, that was better. His whole body, where he had licked, bitten, and chewed, was covered in wounds. Red and blue bruises, scratches, and even handprints—the shape looked pitiful, as if all the bugs in the neighborhood had gnawed at him. Above all, it felt like his lower back was going to break. In the meantime, his own clothes were all over the floor, while Se-heon's had completely disappeared, which unreasonably pissed him off.
He did everything he wanted and left me alone.
"Wow, this is seriously no joke."
Theory and practice were leagues apart. Feeling the sensation of his bottom being hollow vividly, Yoon-shin raised his body. He stretched his legs under the bed. They were shaky, but it was enough to barely stand.
He was thirsty and his throat felt like it was tearing apart. But washing up was the priority. Struggling to his feet, Yoon-shin, who barely made it into the bathroom, took a shower, planning his route as efficiently as possible in the shortest time. Fortunately, since Se-heon had let him go after running out of condoms, he didn't have to waste time scraping out the semen left in his rear.
Barely washing and returning to the bedroom, Yoon-shin walked naked. He had neither the strength to dry his hair nor the energy to put on a gown, so he came out still wet. After walking for a while, it was so hard that he couldn't move anymore. Flop, he collapsed as if falling onto the pajamas he had roughly taken off last night.
"Damn. Do I have to wash again."
With all his energy drained, he mumbled to himself and then comfortably lay flat on his back. Then, as he looked up at the plain ceiling, he felt unfairly upset.
"Son of a bitch. How can he just slip away on a day like this. Am I some sex toy? Fine, get lost."
Rubbing the back of his head against the thin pajama fabric and letting out an annoyed and hollow sigh, he suddenly heard something like a presence. A burglar? Or his sister? Too startled to actively cope, he barely raised his creaking head.
Sure enough.
A very long shadow seeped through the half-open door. But the one who opened the door and revealed himself was, surprisingly, Se-heon. Judging by his casual clothes, which were different from last night's, it seemed he had been to his house or somewhere. Hurriedly pulling the pajamas over to cover his body, Yoon-shin called out to him.
"Attorney?"
"It seems the son of a bitch is me. And the sex toy is you?"
Feeling awkward, Yoon-shin retorted awkwardly.
"Would it have been better the other way around? You being the sex whatever... you do the better things."
Se-heon crumpled his brows as if dumbfounded.
"You really are insolent as breathing. Weren't you caught badmouthing me behind my back last time too?"
"When was that?"
"And you haven't done it since then?"
Whether inwardly or outwardly, he did curse Se-heon every day by himself, so he couldn't make any more excuses. Yoon-shin unnaturally changed the subject.
"Didn't you leave? I almost peed myself."
"It's true I went home to wash and change clothes because I felt gross. I bought breakfast and came back. When I came in, you were washing, so I contacted the cleaning lady to come and waited. She'll be here in an hour to clean up. Do you still want me to get lost? You seemed to earnestly want it."
Yoon-shin replied like lightning.
"No. Don't go."
"..."
"Don't go."
Tsk, clicking his tongue, Se-heon came a little further inside. Then, he slightly bent his waist and fixed his pupils clearly between Yoon-shin's legs. Even though his body heat didn't touch him, every place his eyes swept over felt a stinging sensation. That much, Se-heon's gaze was lewd and explicit. It was persistent and tenacious. With just that gaze, Yoon-shin felt like his body would heat up.
"What are you doing? You really look like a pervert right now."
"Everything between your legs is showing right now. Seeing it in the bright light, the shape of your ass is a work of art."
As Yoon-shin flinched his hands to cover his lower body that wasn't properly covered, Se-heon approached without hesitation and snatched the pajamas away. Not only that, he even rolled up the sheet on the bed and threw it to the opposite side. Suddenly having nothing to cover his body, Yoon-shin curled up.
"I told you you're a sadist."
"Take it as that or whatever."
Since he was looking straight on openly, and Yoon-shin couldn't stand up, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"Either move out of the way for a moment, or give me something to cover myself. It's very embarrassing."
"Why should I. It looks just right now. David of the bedroom."
"I love you."
Because it was a confession that popped out at a very unexpected moment, he didn't react at all for a moment. He just quietly looked down at Yoon-shin. It seemed as if thousands of words were contained in those deep pupils, but Se-heon only swallowed dry saliva and remained silent the whole time.
Even while fully receiving that quiet gaze, Yoon-shin didn't avoid his eyes. He slightly furrowed his brow out of embarrassment, but that was it. It was because it was something he had desperately wanted to say at this very moment. It bothered him a little that he was the first to say this again, but he didn't regret it.
"Say something."
At Yoon-shin's urging, a deeply sunken, slightly cracked voice belatedly answered.
"You played hard to get, but it's easy."
"You're right. Even I think it's too easy. I'm usually not like this. I mean it."
"Was I that good? To the point where love springs up?"
This time, Yoon-shin kept his mouth shut and stared blankly at him. Then, he spoke as if his voice was creeping in.
"Yes. It was a bit rough, but. It was good."
"..."
"Was I. good at it?"
Letting out a hollow laugh as if he found it utterly ridiculous, Se-heon shrugged. Yoon-shin, who had been sparkling his eyes expecting praise, grumbled, chewing his lips as if he knew it.
Watching that sight with an affectionate expression, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out his arms. Yoon-shin, who had struggled to raise his body, naturally fell into Se-heon's embrace. Then, he immediately lifted his slender body up and sat him on his firm thighs. Yoon-shin leaned his weight on him. In response, he hugged his wet naked body tightly as if crushing it and flopped down onto the bed.
"Right now, you have two choices. Wash again, or go to the kitchen and eat breakfast."
"Are you going to wash me?"
"Do you think I'm your nanny?"
"You'd end up doing it if I asked, but you always have to say it like that."
Hit right on the mark, he slightly tilted his neck back. Yoon-shin smiled and kissed his protruding Adam's apple. It seemed to tickle him, as he gently rubbed Yoon-shin's waist with his palm.
"I've done all sorts of things in my life. If I suddenly lose contact, know that I died doing something I don't usually do."
"Se-heon Senior."
"Yeah. Do Yoon-shin."
"Don't die and leave me behind."
"..."
"Thank you. For not abandoning me."
There was no tremor in the calmly spoken voice. But Se-heon knew that countless emotions that could never be expressed in words were stacked layer by layer. Smack. He kissed his hair, which was still wet and full of moisture, and let out a low sigh. Then, perhaps feeling that it wasn't enough, he hugged Yoon-shin in his arms even tighter and stroked his nape.
"I guess it's better to eat breakfast after all. You're too thin."
At Se-heon's words, Yoon-shin nodded as if expressing his intention to do so. Even so, he remained nestled in his broad embrace like a baby kangaroo.
He didn't want him to get hurt even a fraction either. But a gutsy person who would jump in and fight for him despite low odds, a person he could genuinely rely on. A person who would accept his loss and write him a blank check. Above all, a person he could trust enough not to resent even if he lost, there was no one else but him.
As he forcibly suppressed the rising gratitude and apology, a new emotion bloomed.
It was the relief of not being alone.
Leaning against him and just breathing heavily, Yoon-shin quietly sobbed. Sensing this change, Se-heon's sigh from above scattered like a distant dream.
"I found this annoying."
"I'm not crying."
Every time he was caught crying by him, there had been difficult things for him. But right now, it wasn't exactly just because of that. Rather, it was because he felt reassured. It had been too hard on his own all this time. He was scared, but had nowhere to talk about it, making his insides anxious and chaotic. Because there hadn't been any particular crisis in his life so far, it was even more remote for him to find his way. He had always needed someone.
Thanks to that, while he lived day by day pretending to be fine and focusing on what he had to do, Yoon-shin was constantly consumed by worry.
Was it really the best to keep his mouth shut as his sister told him and just protect himself? Would his in-laws seize power and suppress her life? In severe cases, what if they never let her see her nieces/nephews again? And could he himself be safe? His brother-in-law was a man who could do anything.
For some reason, Se-heon seemed to understand all these unspoken anxieties. His feelings were conveyed from the touching fingertips, from his lips. Inevitably, the feeling of being wronged surged up, and the end of his cry grew fierce. His breath, patting Yoon-shin like that, was heavy.
"Seeing you up close, you cry like a baby."
Pulling over the yellow hairpin lying near the pillow with his hand, Se-heon grabbed Yoon-shin's shoulder. Then, he lifted his drooping bangs, fixed them, and pinned the hairpin in.
Raising his face soaked with tears to look at him, Yoon-shin's pupils shook. Se-heon licked the moisture flowing down his cheeks and kissed his eyelids.
"That's why your eyes are so swollen."
An exquisite time flowed. It felt like only the two of them existed in the universe. With their backs turned to the light, it felt like embracing another light. Choking up, Yoon-shin hugged him as if he couldn't let go of Se-heon and regulated his breath. The hand patiently stroking his back was as affectionate as to bring tears to his eyes.
Yoon-shin knew that no matter how accurately he explained the warm feeling he received from Se-heon at this moment, no one would believe it. No one would imagine that he could be such a person. So it was more valuable, and better. Because only he knew.
In truth, Kang Se-heon was gentle. Perhaps more than anyone else. People just didn't know.
He liked him for that.
Because this feeling was excessively hot, Yoon-shin felt his whole body burning as if covered in burns.
〈To be continued in Volume 3〉