#54

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Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr—.

The vibration sounded loudly from inside the outerwear dropped on the hotel room floor. However, Shin Ho-jae pushed the man in front of him against the wall as if he couldn’t hear a thing.

Thump.

“Ha, wait. Ah….”

Jung-hyun made a small movement to stop him, but it was immediately blocked by Ho-jae’s hand.

Like a man who had completely lost his mind, Shin Ho-jae pinned Jung-hyun firmly against the wall and kissed him. Jung-hyun frowned at the rough movement invading his mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, Ho-jae stripped off the jacket and shirt Jung-hyun was wearing. The buttons got caught, so they didn’t come off in one go as he intended. Shin Ho-jae only pretended to undo the buttons before giving in to impulse and applying force.

A ripping sound echoed as the threads snapped. The firm muscles hidden beneath the shirt were revealed.

Every time he exhaled, his chest rose and fell slightly, and the slender sternocleidomastoid muscle repeatedly stood out and collapsed.

Shin Ho-jae didn’t hold back and buried his head in the hollow where the neck and shoulder met. As he inhaled sharply, the scent of Kwon Jung-hyun’s perfume mixed with the smell of sweat, creating an erotic aroma.

Ho-jae lightly flicked his tongue and sucked on his neck. A salty taste seeped between the small papillae of his tongue. In that moment, he tightened his lips and sucked hard.

“Ah… wait, no marks.”

Kwon Jung-hyun, moaning above him, pushed Shin Ho-jae’s shoulder a bit harder than before.

Without stopping his sucking on the neck, Ho-jae grabbed that hand and pinned it to the wall. It was a frustratingly easy suppression.

Jung-hyun, slightly flustered by the difference in strength, was soon busy leaning his head against the wall and suppressing his moans as Shin Ho-jae’s lips moved further down and began to bite his nipple.

Shin Ho-jae arbitrarily created bruises from the chest along the collarbone, sweeping over his body at will and gripping him as if to burst. The skin touching his palm was indescribably smooth, and the damp flesh clung tenaciously between his fingers. He simply could not take his hands off his body.

Through their pressed lower bodies, he could feel Jung-hyun’s fully erect penis. Ho-jae slid his hand under the pants as if tracing the muscles of Jung-hyun’s back.

He felt the buttocks filling his palm. He gripped that chewy, firm mass of flesh tightly, as if crushing it.

“Ah…!”

An exclamation burst from above. Ho-jae lifted his head to look at his face. Jung-hyun was looking down at him with a slight tension between his brows.

His eyes were glistening with lust, and his mouth, wet with saliva and slightly open, incited a maddening level of excitement.

Looking up at that face, Shin Ho-jae pushed his hand deep into the pants. As he slid his middle finger down along the buttock cleft, he felt the tightly closed small hole. He became breathless instinctively.

Carefully but without hesitation, Shin Ho-jae pressed his finger into that small hole with force.

Jung-hyun flinched and pulled his hips away, causing the finger to slip out quickly, but the sticky sensation of the mucous membrane he had briefly tasted clung to his finger.

As if disappointed, Ho-jae brought his middle finger to his tongue and licked it clean. It tasted erotic. Heat rose in him enough to make his head spin.

He wanted to pull out his painfully erect penis from his pants, pierce through that narrow path in one go, and thrust deeply into the hot interior.

“Huu, ha.”

“Augh. Wait, ah…!”

Just thinking about it made his body move on its own. With eyes completely gone, Shin Ho-jae searched for that spot again and moved his hand recklessly.

As if the N and S poles of a magnet were attracting, his finger clung to the small hole as if being sucked in. Panting, Shin Ho-jae urgently dug into the tightly closed entrance.

“Wait, Ho-jae. Shin Ho-jae…!”

Suddenly, his head was jerked up. Jung-hyun had grabbed Shin Ho-jae’s hair and pulled it back to make him look at him.

“Calm down. Are you planning to rip me open?”

Clouded eyes, drenched in lust, looked at Jung-hyun’s face.

“…I want to put it in.”

His voice didn’t sound like his own. It was that completely hoarse.

“I can’t do it like this. There’s no lube or condoms.”

“…….”

“Looking at me like that makes me feel like I’m really the bad person here.”

Jung-hyun let out a small laugh.

As if possessed, Shin Ho-jae kissed those lips. The kiss, which had broken away with a ‘pop’, turned wet and messy the second time.

He didn’t have skills as proficient as Kwon Jung-hyun’s, but it wasn’t a kiss that just shoved in with ignorant force like before.

He rubbed his lower body against the other’s in a slow, grinding motion. The tension in Jung-hyun’s brow gradually relaxed. As the sexual pleasure heightened, a pained moan escaped from Jung-hyun’s throat.

Their lips parted slowly with a wet sound. Jung-hyun opened his eyes. Their lower bodies were still pressed together as if they were one person.

“…You have bad drinking habits. From now on, limit your alcohol like usual.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“I don’t know, I think you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

“I’ll remember everything.”

“Your eyes are completely glazed over, though.”

“…….”

As if he didn’t like those words, Shin Ho-jae’s brow twitched. Even so, he steadily placed his hand on the other’s groin.

Unfastening the buckle, the hand that invaded the underwear stroked the shaft as if masturbating. The tip, damp with pre-cum, twitched slightly. Letting out a gasp, Jung-hyun sighed and asked.

“Do you want to do it on my thigh?”

“…Thigh?”

“Move aside for a second.”

As Shin Ho-jae stepped back, Jung-hyun pulled down his pants and underwear and turned around. Standing with his hands against the wall, Jung-hyun pushed his hips back to set his posture.

“…….”

Shin Ho-jae swallowed hard as he watched the sight.

The slightly turned head, the back muscles leading from the neck, the prominent shoulder blades, and then the slender waist came into view.

Unconsciously, Ho-jae approached him and gripped his waist with both hands. Compared to his well-developed latissimus dorsi, his waist was exceptionally slender. And below that, the buttocks and the long, stretching thighs.

It felt like an impossibly obscene scene.

“Ah…. Wait. Don’t put it in, just between my legs.”

At those words, Ho-jae snapped back to his senses and looked at him. He had unconsciously been pressing his lower body between the buttocks.

As Jung-hyun instructed, Ho-jae slowly wedged his stiffly erect penis between his thighs.

The slightly damp and soft skin tightened around him just right. Ho-jae swallowed a gasp and readjusted his grip on the waist.

“…Like this?”

“Yes. Like that…. Ah, haa….”

Kwon Jung-hyun moaned and swayed his hips back and forth. The grip on his waist tightened. Shin Ho-jae grabbed the area where the waist met the pelvis and thrust his lower body in with a thud!

With a moan, Jung-hyun’s body slid toward the wall. Shin Ho-jae instinctively pulled his pelvis back. Then, he thrust his hips up violently, as if performing the act of intercourse.

With the repeated motion, beads of sweat soon formed on his back. It was the same for Jung-hyun’s back as he stood with his hips pushed out, leaning against the wall.

The soft skin soon glistened obscenely, and every time he thrust into the pelvis, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the hotel room.

“Ah! Ah, ah-eu…!”

Even though he hadn’t actually entered the hole, perhaps because of the pressure between the thighs and the damp skin, excitement surged instantly. The feeling of his testicles being crushed as the head of his cock rubbed between the legs was also unique.

Unconsciously, Shin Ho-jae continued to push the man toward the wall and thrust his dick in. Because he was constantly being pushed against the wall, Jung-hyun, who had been standing, eventually lowered his hand and began to masturbate himself.

“Ah, it feels good. Ah….”

With the man’s penis wedged between his thighs, his head tilted back as he masturbated. Shin Ho-jae lifted his chin and kissed him. Jung-hyun’s upper body arched back fully.

Ho-jae hugged him from behind and caressed his body. Soon, the slightly protruding nipples were caught by his fingers. He used both hands to twist and squeeze the nipples.

A pained moan immediately flowed from the throat of Jung-hyun, whose tongues were entwined. Ho-jae grabbed his shaft, which was leaking transparent fluid, and shook it hard.

He could feel the inside of the thighs where the penis was wedged trembling uncontrollably. Jung-hyun gasped as if crying and twisted his upper body. It was a movement as if he were trying to escape.

Shin Ho-jae pushed him even harder against the wall. The hand gripping his penis moved even faster. He held the chin firmly, which kept trying to slip away to the side.

Even while frantically mixing their tongues, he felt something wet touching his face. Only then did he open his eyes and look at the other; Jung-hyun was shedding tears, unable to withstand the excitement. The lightly flushed corners of his eyes were obscenely erotic in a way that was hard to describe.

Soon, the penis in his hand shuddered, signaling ejaculation. As he stroked it rapidly up and down, semen exploded like fireworks. The ejaculate splattered across the wall.

Only then did Shin Ho-jae release the lips he had been biting.

“Ah, hng, eu……!”

Kwon Jung-hyun, leaning his forehead against the wall, trembled slightly from the afterglow of ejaculation. Shin Ho-jae took a slow breath and readjusted his grip on the waist from behind.

Bending his knees slightly, he stood close. His chest overlapped with the back of Jung-hyun, who was taking deep breaths with his head bowed, leaning against the wall.

Shin Ho-jae began to move his hips in large motions. The sweat-soaked muscles were tense, like those of a running horse. The sweat-drenched thighs felt even better than before. Ho-jae panted.

The area between Jung-hyun’s legs turned red from the frictional heat. Feeling that ejaculation was imminent, Kwon Jung-hyun tightened his legs. Shin Ho-jae reflexively thrust his hips up rapidly as if shaking his lower body. Thud, thud, thud—the back of his head felt tingly.

His thighs tightened until they were hard as stone. Shin Ho-jae looked down at the scene unfolding before him with eyes full of lust and hugged him tightly from behind.

At the same time as a floating sensation in his head, fluid burst from the tip of his glans, which had swollen to its limit.

A satisfied moan escaped Shin Ho-jae’s mouth. A kiss fell upon Jung-hyun’s back, which had grown cold as the sweat cooled.

55 – Puck Drop