#41

Tap, tap. The sound of rain hitting the window could be heard. Jung-hyun swallowed hard and slowly pulled his hand away from the front of the other man’s clothes. Shin Ho-jae breathed out quietly, lowering his eyelids.

Under the bedside lamp, the flush beneath his cheeks was prominent. So were the two small moles that sat like specks of dust upon his perfectly sculpted features—features so sharp they felt like a wall.

Shin Ho-jae had one small mole on the bridge of his nose and another just below his lip. These two dots disrupted the balance of his face, giving him a strangely erotic impression.

Jung-hyun swallowed quietly and spoke.

“……Do you want to take your clothes off? I want to see.”

After a brief silence, Shin Ho-jae immediately grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside.

As if possessed, Jung-hyun reached out and caressed Shin Ho-jae from his collarbone down to his chest. His pectorals were so thick they looked luscious. Following his instincts, Jung-hyun gripped his chest with one hand.

Because he was so firm and sturdy, he couldn’t even be fully encompassed by a single hand. Jung-hyun felt a dull ache building below. Shin Ho-jae merely breathed slightly heavily, silently watching what Jung-hyun was doing.

Through his palm, he could feel the heart in the left breast beating quietly. It felt as though the sound of his own racing heart was echoing in his ears.

“…Looking at you like this, an athlete’s body really is different. I struggled for years to build my own.”

The size of the pectorals and the serratus anterior muscles beneath the arms seemed to be far beyond the range of an average person. And what about the abs below? They were shaped so perfectly it was almost enough to make him jealous.

“I’m not the type to put on muscle easily, so I had to work two or three times harder than others. But standing in front of you, Ho-jae… I feel like…”

Like I’ve become some frail Omega.

Swallowing the rest of the sentence, Jung-hyun used his remaining hand to grip his own penis and slowly began to masturbate. He could feel Shin Ho-jae staring intently at his body.

Huu. A thick moan leaked from his lips. Masturbating in front of an Alpha male who made even a robust man look like an Omega felt more than just thrilling; it felt as if his brain were opening up.

“Huu, ha, ah….”

“…….”

Jung-hyun gripped Shin Ho-jae’s chest tightly before letting go and sinking his teeth into the flesh.

He delighted in the muscle that clung to his teeth like melted jelly. Along with a salty scent, the aroma of the night sea flooded into his mouth.

The hand masturbating grew faster. Beneath his tongue, the nipple gradually hardened. Jung-hyun greedily took the nipple into his mouth and swirled it with the tip of his tongue.

Shin Ho-jae’s muscles twitched, and suddenly his shoulders were grabbed, and his face was pushed away.

“Haah…….”

The area beneath the cheeks of the heavily panting Shin Ho-jae was even redder. Jung-hyun licked his lips as if disappointed and asked.

“…Haah, aren’t you going to take off your pants? I want to see down there, too.”

As Jung-hyun shifted slightly to make room, Shin Ho-jae lowered his black training pants while remaining seated. Jung-hyun watched Shin Ho-jae take off his pants with a strangely awkward demeanor while slowly touching his own penis.

Shin Ho-jae took off only the pants and set them on the floor. He was still wearing his underwear, which was deeply stained near the thighs with pre-cum.

When he told him to take off his pants, he meant for him to take off everything he was wearing.

“If anyone else acted this naive, it would be a turn-off, but strangely, when you do it, Ho-jae….”

Licking his dry lips, Jung-hyun reached for the waistband of the underwear instead of Ho-jae.

Then, he gripped the member over the fabric. As he had felt before, the weight touching his hand was substantial. When he squeezed with his palm as if masturbating him, Shin Ho-jae let out a soft moan.

“Hng….”

“…I’m getting turned on.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jung-hyun snapped the waistband down. The massive member sprang out with a thud. Jung-hyun unconsciously parted his lips slightly.

Shin Ho-jae’s penis was as straight and beautiful as his face. The sleek shape and pale color were especially so, but the most surprising thing was the size.

He had certainly thought it was large while touching it over the underwear, but now that it was out, the size and thickness seemed twice as large. Perhaps it was because the pubic hair had been groomed away without a trace.

“…At this size, we wouldn’t have been able to do it anyway.”

I don’t think it would have fit.

Whispering as if to himself, Jung-hyun, as if possessed, gripped from Ho-jae’s lower abdomen to the soft scrotum, and then the base of the cock, which was as thick as a tree trunk. The area where pubic hair should have been was smooth, as if hair hadn’t grown there for a very long time.

“Do all athletes wax like you, Ho-jae?”

Shin Ho-jae answered while swallowing a moan.

“Because of the sweat, it’s easier to manage this way… ah.”

“When did you first do it?”

“……When I was 17.”

Seventeen would have been when he was still in Korea. Jung-hyun asked while slowly stroking the shaft.

“With friends?”

Ho-jae nodded, panting. He was sitting on the bed, bracing himself with both hands behind him.

Jung-hyun sat astride his thighs and shook Shin Ho-jae’s cock. The hot, heavy piece of flesh pulsating rapidly in his palm was becoming completely hard.

“Was the first person to wax you a woman? Or a man?”

“……A woman.”

Jung-hyun chuckled. He imagined a youthful Shin Ho-jae getting his pubic hair waxed by a strange woman. It must have been awkward, tense, and cautious.

Seventeen is an age of peak vigor. An age where one gets erections unexpectedly even in strange situations. Jung-hyun said playfully.

“It must have stood up.”

“…….”

“Just like now.”

Shin Ho-jae blinked quietly and looked at him. It was then that Jung-hyun opened his mouth again.

“Ah…!”

A flash went off before his eyes.

It was because Shin Ho-jae had suddenly snatched his penis. Then, he shook it so fast it made a slapping sound.

Jung-hyun’s body shook according to that rhythm. At the surging sexual pleasure, Jung-hyun unconsciously stopped his hand and trembled his hips. Unlike the awkward fumbling from before, this was a practiced motion.

Jung-hyun gasped and tilted his head back. Since Shin Ho-jae was a hetero, a man’s moan wouldn’t likely sound pleasant to his ears, so it would be better to keep his mouth shut, but it didn’t go as planned.

Strength naturally entered his thighs. At the same time, Jung-hyun shook his hips as if driving his penis into Shin Ho-jae’s hand.

When he opened his hazy eyes, Shin Ho-jae’s face was right in front of his chest. Perhaps his eyes had been altered by lust, but it felt as if his gaze was greedily devouring his nipples.

It was right then.

“It didn’t… stand up.”

Shin Ho-jae spoke in fragments and set his teeth against Jung-hyun’s chest. The small, protruding nipple was bitten.

“Ah! Hng, eu….”

Just as he had done earlier, Shin Ho-jae bit around the nipple and swirled it with the tip of his tongue.

His hips trembled violently. He certainly didn’t have a preference for having his chest sucked, but the thought that Shin Ho-jae’s mouth and tongue were touching him brought a wave of insane pleasure.

“Like this, to the point it hurts… ngh.”

“Haah, fuck. Can we rub together?”

“……Ngh.”

Without even waiting for an answer, Jung-hyun gripped both his own penis and Shin Ho-jae’s with his hands.

As the most sensitive parts rubbed against each other, an immediate reaction erupted from both of their mouths.

“Ugh….”

“Ah, ha…. Ah, it feels good….”

Since one hand couldn’t hold both, Jung-hyun had to use both hands.

However, he couldn’t move them as well as he wanted with two hands. As he frowned and clicked his tongue, a large hand suddenly wrapped around his hand and the penises all at once. It was Shin Ho-jae’s hand.

The palm, much larger than his own, gripped the two penises quite skillfully. The pre-cum from both of them soaked the two shafts like lubricant.

“Ah, hng, too….”

Jung-hyun’s moan was sucked away as if swallowed. Jung-hyun realized a beat late that what had touched his lips were Shin Ho-jae’s.

Below, Shin Ho-jae was gripping and shaking their penises together, and his lips were also enveloping Jung-hyun’s.

His mind instantly became foggy. Feeling dizzy, Jung-hyun frowned and hurriedly opened his mouth. A hot tongue sliced through his mouth and invaded the interior. Tongues intertwined, and saliva mixed.

Shin Ho-jae’s tongue tasted of cheap alcohol. That taste actually heightened the excitement. Slurping sounds echoed in his ears. Jung-hyun sucked on his tongue for a long time, as if the intoxication might be contagious.

“Haah, ngh, mm….”

Just a little more, just a little…….

It was while he was vaguely thinking that.

Suddenly, his body floated up and then dropped down with a thud. Shin Ho-jae had lifted him and laid him on the bed.

His body loomed over him like a roof shielding him from the ceiling. Jung-hyun stared intently at Shin Ho-jae with eyes stained by lust.

Despite the air conditioner running, the small room was filled with heat. A bead of sweat rolled down the center of his chest and dropped—plop—onto Jung-hyun’s chest.

As if that drop were a puck hitting an ice rink, their lips locked once more. The tongue, which had simply poked around the inside of his mouth without any control over strength, suddenly detached just as abruptly as it had entered.

If he had to rank it, it was by far the worst kiss he had ever experienced. However, the excitement showed no sign of dying down, as if charcoal were burning inside his chest.

42 – Puck Drop