Ikyung, who had come out to the entrance to greet him, welcomed Yunshin. From behind her, a niece who only reached Yunshin's waist popped out and hugged her uncle. Setting down the shopping bags he held in both hands, Yunshin lifted the child who had run into his arms and spun around once in place.
The emotion of longing was not always just regrettable and wistful. Sometimes, upon reuniting, it brought happiness greater than expected.
As if proving that fact, his clear face completely showed the fluttering and joyful energy of seeing his niece after a long time.
"You're bigger every time I see you. Didn't you miss your uncle?"
The gentle child shook her head and hugged Yunshin's neck tighter. It was the youngest niece who had once seen Yunshin's grown-out bangs and plucked a large hairpin from a doll to give to him. Holding the child more securely, he followed his older sister, who was carrying the shopping bags into the living room.
While walking, Ikyung examined what her younger brother had bought with quite discerning eyes. Yunshin leaned his head toward her and asked softly.
"Why is there only one kid?"
"Yeonjae? She went to the academy. Our Yeonjin, give your uncle a kiss and go play in your room."
The second child, who had been clinging to him, pulled her upper body away. Then, as she sometimes did, she pushed her lips out to kiss Yunshin on the lips. Watching her with eyes full of love, thinking she was cute, Yunshin soon offered his left cheek, prompting her to kiss there instead.
"Today, here."
Smack. After putting down Yeonjin, who had kissed him, the child clung to her aunt's hand. She seemed to want to check the gifts her uncle had bought for her herself. It seemed Ikyung also judged them to be appropriate things for the children. She took out a few boxes from the shopping bags for her to hold and gestured to the helper working at the house.
"Please help organize the gifts together, and give Yunshin some tea. What do you want to drink?"
At her question, Yunshin answered toward the helper.
"I'll have lemon tea, please. The one my sister personally preserved. She sent me a picture bragging about it a while ago."
The helper, who nodded politely, disappeared toward the room with Yeonjin.
Ikyung guided Yunshin to the right side of the dining room. It was a multipurpose living room with a clear view of the Han River through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Her expression and attitude seemed very delighted to meet her blood relative after a long time.
"If I don't call first, you never contact me, right? I'll forget what you look like."
"You know I'm busy. How are things? You and the kids too."
The open view was filled with the sunset Han River. It was splendid, as if jewels were glittering on the water. Yunshin, whose gaze was briefly stolen by it, sat on the sofa facing the window, and she took a seat across from him and replied.
"At first they didn't, but the kids are slowly looking for their dad. Especially Yeonjae, it seems her friends at school tease her, asking why she lives separately from her dad. Because that person is on the news sometimes. I still don't know what to say at times like that. Should I have gone abroad as Chief Kang advised?"
The eldest was attending an elementary school nearby. The second was also scheduled to enter next year.
There were many more things she could have done with her financial means, but it was evident she had struggled to raise them as normally as possible. And perhaps she was now regretting that choice a little.
Even when the love that filled the world scattered and she was left alone in a reality like broken glass, his sister was very strong, as if she could overcome all adversity. It broke his heart to see such a person act like a sinner to young children.
"The kids don't do it out of malice; it's probably what their parents are saying."
"That's what I think too. They must be hearing what the adults say. Should I attend the PTA meeting?"
"If you show up, there will be more gossip behind your back."
"That would be the case, right?"
"Should I look into another school? One in a better school district. Or how about the elementary school we graduated from?"
"It's not that bad yet. I'll let you know if I really need your help. Anyway..."
Color returned to his sister's face as she changed the topic. It was an expression hard to draw from her, who wasn't very expressive. She was finding the situation amusing even before she brought it up.
Ikyung leaned toward Yunshin, who was wondering why she was doing that, and asked softly.
"Why can't she kiss you on the lips?"
As if he had expected her to ask that at least once, Yunshin replied calmly.
"It's not that she can't. She can. I just wanted to receive it on the cheek."
"Liar. You kissed him before coming."
Yunshin's shoulders stiffened, and his earlobes flushed red. Because she hit the nail on the head.
It took about 20 minutes by car from the official residence to his sister's house. So at least that much time had passed since his lips had touched Seheon's. Even so, he hated the thought of something else rubbing against the place he had touched. That applied even to his very beloved niece, comparable to his feelings for his sister.
Am I becoming like Kang Seheon?
"Aren't you embarrassed to ask that? I didn't see my sister like that."
"That's a method Chief Kang Seheon uses well, right? If there's no error in the content, you attack the speaker who asserted it instead. I've been fighting Soohan's media plays for years. It doesn't work on me."
Her judgment of the situation was so accurate that no more words came to mind.
Seeing Yunshin with his lips pressed into a straight line, she smiled softly and asked further.
"Your girlfriend is quite cute too. Jealous of your niece?"
Not only his niece but also his sister, the clients he touched, the firm colleagues who greeted him in passing, and even anything his hands touched—Seheon was jealous of them all. Seheon had said he would suffocate if he kept binding him like that, but Yunshin actually didn't feel that way at all.
"I love it so much."
"Still, you shouldn't get too carried away. You've been a bit neglectful of us because of your relationship. You know that, right?"
His relationship with him came with a fatal flaw. It was frustrating that he couldn't confess his love for him anywhere. The moment his sister poked his side, words flowed out like a bursting dam.
"I know, but I don't know what to do either. He feigns innocence and acts like he doesn't care, but he never hides his jealousy. I guess he really hates it."
"...."
"Since he's someone far more used to making others wait, the thought that he would wait for me makes me unable to spend my leisure time elsewhere, and I just want to go see him quickly..."
Listening up to that point, Ikyung put on a subtle expression, as if she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then finally replied with a laugh.
"It seems it's time for you to get married."
"Will it dull if I get married?"
"I wonder. Now that it's brought up, can I see her? Are you guys the NIS or something? Dating in secret with just the two of you for years. Because you do it so secretly, you're only more affectionate with each other."
He had only told her that he was dating carefully and had continuously hidden the specifics, so this reaction from his sister was natural.
What his lover did, how old they were, where they lived, and what they looked like—he had never clearly opened his mouth about any of it even once. He had put his heart and soul into conveying selective information as vaguely as possible so as not to give any leverage.
He knew that although his sister fully trusted his decision and didn't pry, as family, she was inwardly very curious. Even so, he hid it from her even more thoroughly. Because he, who was clumsy at lying, would end up confessing honestly about certain things, and then she, being smart, might vaguely deduce that the other person was Seheon.
Perhaps finding it odd that her brother, who had been excitedly pouring his heart out just a moment ago, was suddenly shutting his mouth again, Ikyung tilted her head. Then, with a cautious look, she added.
"Does she perhaps do something shady? You can tell me honestly, I won't be surprised. If you say you can't live without her, I can help you both physically and spiritually."
"It's not like that. A colleague in the industry. A good person."
He didn't bother to add "Only to me" because he had no intention of revealing that the person was Kang Seheon in the future either. He would most likely not consent to this information being disclosed, and if Seheon really didn't want to, Yunshin didn't want to be greedily pushy for no reason.
She nodded, perhaps having guessed it was one of the occupational groups that the extremely busy Yunshin could meet.
"I thought so. How old is she? You're being so defensive that I'm only asking this now."
"It's not an age difference that would make you faint."
"The girl is older? Doesn't she pressure you about marriage?"
Yunshin's face turned quite serious as he pondered the words Seheon had said a few days ago.
"I'm thinking I should try pushing for it once."
"Really? Oh my, that's great. I absolutely won't act as a sister-in-law. Let's meet face-to-face exactly twice a year. Your father's death anniversary. Your mother's death anniversary. No ancestral rites, no holidays needed. You guys go on overseas trips. I'll cover all the expenses. Then I'll get to see my nieces in a few years, right?"
Their parents had both passed away, and now it was just the two of them. There were a few relatives, but contact with them was almost completely cut off. When their father was in public office, he kept them at a distance lest they use it as a stepping stone to cause unnecessary trouble, and after his sister married, he was wary of becoming a burden to the in-laws. In that situation, with her divorced and her younger brother Yunshin unmarried, it seemed quite lonely when they visited their parents' graves.
He had said it lightly with exchanging rings in mind, but his sister incorporated him into reality, closing Yunshin's mouth.
In a situation where his family expected such things, it seemed even more imperative that he shouldn't reveal his lover was Seheon. He didn't want to make him, who shone everywhere, into an unwelcome person because of him.
"I don't mean I'll do it right away. I have to listen to the other person too."
"If you guys are too busy, I can prepare it for you. Studio, dress, makeup, everything. I'll make your wife the prettiest bride."
Even though she had failed once, she didn't seem to feel much disillusionment with this institution. That was probably because Ikyung had a conviction in her heart that even if her marriage failed, her love hadn't.
Yunshin was the same. He felt he wanted to hold onto Seheon. Not like the 7 years he had promised in a daze at CEO Song's instigation, but he wanted to be together longer, for a much longer time. Even while seeing countless failures with his own eyes every day, he paradoxically wanted to do that. The emotion called love was amazing.
Yunshin smiled with the corners of his mouth up, and feeling he shouldn't continue this conversation any further, changed the topic.
"I'll let you know if I need help too. But why did you ask to see me today?"
This time, it was clearly Yunshin who brought her back to the real world. Ikyung's face, which had been floating on joyful thoughts, darkened a little. It meant she hadn't called him just for a fun matter.
"Ah, right. Actually, I want to introduce you to someone. I think it might be me being nosy, but she's in a similar situation as me, so I couldn't just leave her alone."
"Because of a lawsuit?"
"Yeah. Why, I told you before, right? That one of our gallery employees retired when she got married."
"The one who married that really famous novelist. She wants a divorce? The articles made it seem like they were doing well."
"Looks aren't everything. She said her husband couldn't stand her going out, so he opened a small workshop for her and keeps her holed up there. It seems he has severe delusional jealousy. See this?"
She pointed to the round earrings hanging from her ears.
"She made them for me. She spends her time doing things like this to kill time. Because her husband is such a publicly known figure, she's too scared to try anything on her own. She contacted me recently, crying about what she should do... Could you possibly take her case? Would it not work because of your firm's policy?"
She took out a business card from the side table and placed the thick paper in front of Yunshin. At that moment, the helper lady, who had prepared the tea, appeared from the direction of the dining room. While Ikyung received it and poured it into the teacup, Yunshin carefully read the business card with his eyes.
Then, among the faintly written credentials on the back, a few details caught his eye like a hook.
"No, you contacted the right person. It's actually a case the team leader would absolutely love. I'll meet her first."
With his reply, Yunshin's elegant hand lifted the teacup emitting a fragrant lemon scent.
* * *
As he boarded the elevator, a complex hue settled on his pale face. Leaning his back against the wall, he took out the business card he had received from his sister.
Then can she make metal products directly in her workshop?
He had thought about wanting to gift a couple's ring made by hand for a long time. Because it was an easy and quick way to clearly stamp Kang Seheon as his. It had only been thwarted because he refused.
Actually, strictly speaking, a clear threshold existed in his relationship with Seheon. That was a realistic limit.
Even if this relationship continued in the future, they couldn't invite acquaintances to hold a ceremony, nor could they register their marriage. Their current lifestyle of going back and forth between each other's houses was the best they could do. A life where they grumbled because their thoughts and tendencies were so different, yet understood each other out of love, and sometimes felt uncomfortable about their privacy not being guaranteed, yet couldn't fall asleep without the other.
Nothing would change drastically in his life in the future either.
And that, put differently, meant that even if they suddenly broke up, a huge change wouldn't occur in his life.
No one would ask either of them, "Did you break up?"
He hated that they loved each other but had no trace of it.
"The problem is how to make him wear the ring around."
While he was pondering hard, the elevator doors opened with a 'ding.' Slipping the thick business card into his jacket pocket, Yunshin resolutely stepped outside.
Entering Seheon's house, the inside was quiet. Remembering the comment that opinion briefs were piled up, he approached the study, and sure enough, the light was on inside.
Knock knock. Yunshin, who had knocked, slightly opened the door before an answer could be heard. Seheon, who had been flipping through papers, slowly raised his head to check the time, then turned his gaze toward him.
"Do Yunshin, you have leeway. It's my first weekend off in exactly five weeks, and you even have time to go see your sister."
Smirking, Yunshin quickly approached Seheon. He tightly hugged him, who was sitting in the comfortable chair, while standing. He warmly wrapped his arms around the waist of his lover, who had run to him with the scent of the wind.
Frantically burying his nose in his hair and kissing him repeatedly, Yunshin suddenly grabbed Seheon's cheeks with both hands. Then, he raised his knees, knelt on his thighs, and frantically kissed his entire face. Seheon, who accepted it familiarly, took off Yunshin's jacket.
Thud. From the pocket of his coat that fell to the floor, an ivory business card slightly peeked out. Seheon briefly cast his eyes over the tiny writing on it. As if he couldn't stand even that, Yunshin pulled his elegant face back toward him.
"Where are you looking? Don't get distracted."
"I was reading something. The flow is broken. Either go wash up, or go out and wait."
"You're the one with the leeway, Kang Seheon. I don't have any. Open your mouth."
Seheon, who lightly licked his lower lip with the tip of his wet tongue, slightly crumpled his eyes as if finding this insubordination and provocation very amusing. Then, he tilted his chin back and opened his mouth for him.
Growing impatient, Yunshin pointed his tongue and pushed it inside. Slip, the flesh that entered tangled with Seheon's. As he turned his face slightly to the side and thrust deeply as if driving it to the root, Seheon actively intertwined their flesh. Yunshin groaned.
"Heung, heo..."
The squelching texture stimulated each other's arousal. Yunshin's quickly heated knees trembled. His protruding kneecaps touched Seheon's thick erection, which was lying sideways. Feeling that and pushing his tongue in even deeper until his cheeks hollowed out, Seheon responded by reaching out with both hands to caress Yunshin's body.
Soon, his large hand invaded inside Yunshin's shirt. The texture of his touch, feeling its way up from the hem along his spine, was soft. The excited Yunshin let out a sharp gasp into Seheon's mouth. Then, as if saying "that's enough," Seheon pulled his hands away from him.
The air surrounding the two, as if freezing their surroundings, hardened stiffly.
Seheon pulled his lips away. The saliva Yunshin had awkwardly spilled spread around his mouth. He licked and swallowed it all with the tip of his tongue, staring straight ahead with wicked eyes. Yunshin, who had kissed both of those sharp eye sockets equally, rose from Seheon's lap.
"I want to use my second wish right here, right now."
Upon hearing those words, he slowly closed his eyes and opened them. It seemed there was a roughly guessable realm of situations that had to be this place, this moment. Already thrilled, Yunshin grinned and yanked Seheon's pants buckle toward him. Then, he kissed his agile jaw and whispered.
"Show me you masturbating."
"...."
"Of course, you have to ejaculate on my face too."
He didn't look surprised. Unless there was a hint that he had expected it.
"Honestly, I knew you were going to ask me to do this."
"You're obvious."
"You should have shown me earlier. Then I would have used the wish somewhere else. I'll make you feel ashamed."
Yunshin swept the documents on the desk to both sides and forcibly pulled Seheon up. Reluctantly standing, he leaned his buttocks lightly against the desk and stood diagonally with his back to the dual monitors. In the meantime, Yunshin sat on the rolling chair and looked up at him.
Seheon looked very conflicted. Then, perhaps having decided on a method of appeasement, he changed the subject.
"Let's talk about your visit with your sister."
"My sister's acquaintance wants a divorce. She'll be coming to the firm soon. The end. Zipper down."
"Lawyer Do Yunshin."
A fleeting strictness settled in his voice and expression calling his name. However, Yunshin had learned to his bones through years of experience that he couldn't back down here.
"This isn't a firm here. No matter what you say, I absolutely won't back down. If I think I'll die without seeing this, I'd jump out of my coffin."
How much I wanted to see it. How could you not show me even once.
Since they had practically lived in the same house for years, it was strange they hadn't been caught, but he had been so thorough that it had remained undisclosed until now. Even in front of him, he rarely showed a crumbling side. Moreover, compared to himself who completely fell apart even during sex, Seheon was leisurely. He wanted to see him struggling and panting unilaterally from his side at least once.
It was strange. Yunshin truly couldn't bear seeing other people suffer. He would stomp his feet wanting to solve it somehow. If he couldn't, he would constantly worry.
But Seheon was the exception. A wicked impulse sometimes arose to make him a bit more troubled solely because of him.
Seheon's two legs, sitting diagonally on the desk, were stretched out long and slender forward. Yunshin rubbed the back of his knees with his palm, stroking the flesh wrapped in the black pants as if surveying it. He swallowed a nervous sigh and slowly lifted his legs.
Yunshin's pale cheeks, observing that obscene sight, also slowly flushed. Seheon let out a hollow laugh, recognizing the anticipation full in his wet eyes. Then, he took out a cigarette from the corner of the desk and put it in his mouth. A slight anxiety could be seen in the fingertips lighting it.
Perhaps Kang Seheon had decided to lose this time too.
Because he smoked whenever he was annoyed.
Phew, Seheon, who had put the filter in his mouth and taken it out, breathed and waved his hand. He seemed to be heading to the bedroom. Just before he escaped this circle, Yunshin hurriedly grabbed his leg again.
"Senior, where are you going?"
"Come to the bedroom."
"Let's do it here."
Seheon, who had been looking down quietly, leaned against the desk diagonally again as if he had surrendered. Brightening up, Yunshin actively touched his thigh and continued.
"Get it appropriately hard with me. I'll let you touch me."
"There's a better way. First, kiss this."
With one free fingertip turned upside down, he lightly pressed down on the crown of Yunshin's head. Naturally facing downward, Yunshin kissed Seheon's front. Then, he only lifted his gaze to stare at him. He, who had a cigarette in his mouth, put a long cigarette holder on his finger and continued to command.
"Good. Rub your cheek on my thigh."
Gulping down his saliva, Yunshin pushed his face further in and rubbed his cheek between his crotch. Somehow, even though he was fulfilling his demands, he felt like he was being played, but the important stronghold was right before his eyes, so he missed the timing to object.
As he rubbed his face against the front, which felt quite thick due to the volume of his erection, Seheon frowned and let out a heavily suppressed groan.
"Ha..."
Inevitably, Yunshin's excitement index also skyrocketed exponentially. Of all things, because Seheon grabbed the back of his head as if holding it and rubbed it more roughly against his erection, his body also began to react.
After rubbing Yunshin's cheek from the glans to the root a few times, he released the hair he had been gripping. Immediately after, he undid his pants buckle with his long, straight, clean hand. As he pulled the zipper down in succession, his black drawers were revealed through the opening.
The shape of that heavy erection, which had always gone in and out of him, stood out clinging to the underwear. Yunshin, who barely swallowed his heavily panting breath, looked up at Seheon again. Seheon, who let out a sigh with his chin lightly raised, met his gaze as if crossing glances. Those cool eyes were full of dark desire, as if he wanted to do something to him right away.
"Pull it down."
Following his arrogant chin gesture, Yunshin raised his fingertips. Then Seheon immediately pushed his chin up, blocking the action.
"Where are you trying to get this raw. With your mouth."
Carrying out the command was a very familiar task. Placing his trembling hands on Seheon's legs, he bared his teeth and pulled down the drawers. The coarse pubic hair came into view first. Following that, thunk, his half-erect member popped out and hit Yunshin's cheek.
As he pulled the increasingly thin fabric down, finally, even his scrotum was completely exposed.
The moment Yunshin took a deep breath, Seheon ordered the last thing.
"You have to lick it."
Hearing that far, he had no choice but to raise a humble objection.
"That's not masturbation."
"Don't you want to see me gripping my dick and stroking it?"
"That's true, but..."
"Then lick it."
Yunshin, who slightly bit his lower lip, had no choice but to lick the urethral opening with the tip of his tongue. Then, following the veins, he swept his tongue long toward the root. In real-time, Seheon's erection twitched and became so taut that it stood stiffly upright.
It was his first time observing his changing erection so vividly, like a chameleon, from one side. Because if he watched even a little, he would get excited to the top of his head and not leave him alone.
Observing in detail his shaft swelling in real-time, its growing rigidity, the veins protruding over the sensitive skin, and even the pubic hair and scrotum that made him dizzy every time they touched his buttocks, Yunshin also gradually became more inclined. But the climax was still left. Hiding his embarrassment and feigning composure, he pulled the chair closer to him.
As he tried to lick all the way down to the root and scrotum like that, his long leg lightly bumped his calf. Then, as if that was enough, he stroked Yunshin's jaw with his left hand and rubbed the cigarette he had been smoking into the ashtray to put it out.
"Watch closely. I'll make you write an appreciation essay later."
Finally, his large right hand, with veins bulging on the back, lightly grasped his erect member. Then, wrapping his long fingers around the shaft, he gripped it firmly, like intertwining their tongues when kissing.
When had he ever taken it out? Unexpectedly, once Seheon started, he was relentless.
He roughly stroked his member back and forth, slowly increasing the speed. It was similar to when he penetrated him. After holding it softly, a moment later, he mischievously played with his hand by applying pressure in the exact opposite way. Grabbing the entire shaft, then sweeping the glans, then grabbing it all the way to the root again and stimulating it with his hand like a piston motion—the sight was more obscene than any pornography.
His firm thighs, which he was barely holding onto, flinched. With his face flushed bright red, Yunshin was simultaneously taking in the tactile sensation of his palm and the visual stimulation before his eyes, when he suddenly flinched.
"Ut..."
Seheon's free left hand dug into his ear hole. With his pointed fingertips, trying to enter the narrow ear canal was just like when he forcefully thrust into his poorly loosened entrance.
Yunshin's eyelashes fluttered, and he gripped his legs tighter. Perhaps this pressure further stimulated the senses, as Seheon's right hand, which had been moving quite slowly as if telling him to observe well, moved drastically faster.
"Ha, fuck, open your mouth."
Seheon, who was moving his lips, fixed his gaze into Yunshin's half-open mouth. He never took his eyes off it, as if imagining the red tongue inside wrapping around his member. His masturbating erection, looking at the red flesh, grew increasingly tight and hard, throbbing as if it would burst. Thanks to that, sweat also began to well up in Yunshin's palms.
Eventually, perhaps because just watching wasn't satisfying, he shoved his fingers into Yunshin's mouth.
"Senior, uop..."
A pungent cigarette scent wafted from his fingers, which were going in and out under and over his tongue alternately. Yunshin's waist heaved along with it. He had coaxed him because he wanted to leisurely watch his figure, but he was in trouble because he himself was so excited he felt like he would ejaculate.
Kang Seheon masturbating was so erotic that it was bad for the heart.
A sadistic impulse to do something to him surged up.
Damn. I feel like I'm going crazy.
Parting Yunshin's gasping lips, embarrassing sighs constantly leaked out together. As if he had been waiting for that, Seheon stubbornly shoved his fingers into his mouth and rubbed the inner walls. Stroking the root of his tongue teasingly, and then pushing it as if piercing into his throat, Yunshin, feeling a foreign object, closed his eyes and coughed.
"Keok, heup, heut."
"Open your eyes."
"Heue, ut."
"This is the climax, so you have to watch closely. You asked me to come on your face."
Phew. Seheon took a deep breath, as if suppressing the urge to ejaculate surging from his lower abdomen. It was to the point where Yunshin, who was gripping his legs, could feel the tension in his abdominal muscles that had become stiff.
Eventually, frowning deeply, Seheon frantically stroked from the glans, where pre-cum was starting to pour, down to his stiff shaft. The liquids seeping from the wet tip spread all the way to the root. Naturally, whenever there was movement, the obscene sound effects of sloshing permeated their ears.
Finally, the end of his member began to convulse. Yunshin unknowingly opened his mouth wider to take it in his mouth. However, it went to waste because Seheon suddenly grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up into the air.
"Auck!"
"Keep your head straight."
"I'll do it."
"Then it's not masturbation."
"It's mine."
"Do you want to suck it? Do Yunshin."
Yunshin's face, nodding hurriedly, was about to burst like a ripe pomegranate. Frowning and staring straight at that sight, Seheon commanded with high pressure.
"Beg."
"I want to suck it."
"More."
"I want to suck this... Please let me take it in my mouth."
Forcefully shaking off Seheon's hand that was gripping his hair, Yunshin stepped down from the chair and knelt in front of him. In that state, gripping his thighs firmly, he rubbed his wet lips against the shaft of his erection and pleaded. Only then did Seheon lightly place the tip into Yunshin's mouth.
At first, he thrust smoothly as if driving at the lowest speed, but when he pushed it in about halfway, he thrust it in so roughly that it made a 'thwack' sound.
"Up...!"
Seheon, when the urge to ejaculate was rising, was a bit more coercive than usual. There was no guilt on his face as he violently inserted his member all the way down his throat. Yunshin looked up at him, barely closing his trembling jaw, and took his member into his mouth until his cheeks looked like they would burst. As much as this suffocating and nauseating feeling, the sight of Kang Seheon's face in ecstasy while buried inside him was so thrilling that he felt like he would faint.
His wet and hard erection twitched inside Yunshin's mouth. Because of his mass filling the inside, he couldn't say a word. Looking up at him with reddened eyes where capillaries had burst, he moved his head back and forth, substituting for a piston motion.
Seheon, looking down at Yunshin from above, was also just as dazed in his mind. He, who had only known success, failed time and again to control himself, at least in front of Yunshin. Thrusting completely as if crushing him to the beat, he pounded into Yunshin's mouth.
Thwack, thwack!
His member, which he had thrust in so deep that his scrotum touched his chin, finally reached its climax. The moment he smoothly pulled out the member he had thrust into the narrowest and deepest place. Splatter, opaque semen with high viscosity splattered onto Yunshin's face.
"Keok... kheok! Heok. heoeok..."
"Phew, open your mouth."
Stroking the shaft up and down, he poured the remaining semen into his open mouth, and Yunshin obediently received and swallowed it.
Just this act, which was as intense as insertion, made his body languid. Swallowing his saliva with a gulp, Yunshin became limp and staggered. Just as he was about to collapse to the floor, Seheon pushed his leg between his thighs and rubbed the top of his bare foot over his perineum. As he stroked very slowly and persistently, they both felt the wet front of Yunshin's pants, who had already ejaculated once without realizing it.
A short silence lingered between the two, who were breathing roughly.
The first to open his mouth was Seheon.
"You didn't even give me a chance to suck it, and you're completely wet."
Ashamed, Yunshin hugged his lower body as if wrapping it in his embrace and finally slumped down. Seheon, who roughly adjusted his pants, naturally collapsed on top of him and, holding Yunshin, rolled once on the study floor.
Lying on their sides facing each other, the aftermath of ejaculation drenched their faces. Seheon leaned his pale face forward and kissed Yunshin's lips lightly. Closing and opening his eyes slowly, Yunshin, who savored the affectionate touch he gifted, replied as if possessed.
"I want to see this again. Let's do it again, us."
"Deduct it from your wish."
"One year of free after-service."
"I generally hate words that start with 'mu' (free/nothing). Charity, ignorance, free of charge."
"Thinking about letting such excellent genes go extinct feels like committing a sin against the Earth."
Seheon, who had been listening quite seriously, immediately frowned at the nonsense.
"Are you drunk from drinking semen?"
"You told me to write an appreciation essay."
He was genuinely dumbfounded and annoyed.
"Stop spouting nonsense and come here, so we can go wash."
"I have no strength. Carry me."
Seheon let out a hollow laugh. But he couldn't leave Yunshin alone, who was holding out his tired arms. He held Yunshin, who was limp in his arms, tightly and stood up.
Then, kissing the top of his sweat-soaked hair, he slipped out of the study.