By Zephyria Meeting Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze directly, Song Hyun-soo took his glans into his mouth. Then, when his mouth was full of Yoon Joo-ho’s penis, he used the pressure of his tongue and palate to push it out. Yoon Joo-ho then aimed the glans, glistening with saliva, back at Song Hyun-soo’s lips. Song Hyun-soo, opening his lips just enough to take the front part of the glans into his mouth, used the tip of his tongue to scrape over the urethra.
Hmm, hoo.
Yoon Joo-ho’s breathing was intense. His eyes looking down flashed with almost rage.
It’s because of me. He’s this aroused because of me.
A thrill, like being struck all over his body, made the hairs on the back of Song Hyun-soo’s neck stand on end. He repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists with his arms pinned under Yoon Joo-ho’s calves.
He’d take it deep into his mouth, squeeze and suck, then push it out, wrap his tongue around the glans, lick it, then spit it out again. Song Hyun-soo acted like a child who easily got bored. Every time it was pushed out of his lips, Yoon Joo-ho would frown deeply, grip the base of the penis, and force it back in.
Such actions were repeated several times.
Yoon Joo-ho’s face broke into a crooked smile at the flexible movement of the tongue darting over his urethra.
“I like that you don’t pull out.”
He asked in a voice so sweet and tender, running his fingers through Song Hyun-soo’s hair, wet with sweat and moisture.
“Who taught you to use your tongue like that? Hmm?”
He says he likes that I don’t pull out. Why does he care who I learned fellatio from?
Wanting to tease him more, Song Hyun-soo put force into the tip of his tongue, trying to push the glans down. But the fleshy mass filling his mouth didn’t budge this time. Yoon Joo-ho lifted his hips, firmly gripped the base of his penis, and pushed it in deeper.
“Ugh, umm. Uuum.”
The surface of the glans touched his throat, yet two-thirds of his shaft still remained.
Song Hyun-soo lifted the back of his head. Moving his head back and forth, he began to press down on the glans in earnest. Unable to insert and withdraw the entire penis, he used his tongue to directly stimulate the glans.
Yoon Joo-ho’s large hand cupped Song Hyun-soo’s head. As Song Hyun-soo looked up at him, his broad shoulders and chest heaving with sexual arousal, Song Hyun-soo’s rear end kept twitching.
“Hey, BB gun.”
Looking down with affectionate eyes, Yoon Joo-ho tapped Song Hyun-soo’s cheek.
“Umm. Uuum?”
“It’s good, but. I don’t think we’ll last forever like this.”
Yoon Joo-ho seemed slightly annoyed that the sensation would build up and then stop at a point insufficient for climax.
He gripped the base of the penis and pulled back.
The feeling of the tip of the glans scraping his palate, the raised edge scraping his lips as it withdrew, was particularly vivid. Honestly, he wasn’t really a fan of anal sex. For the first time in a long time, his rear felt empty.
Like a high-tension spring was embedded inside, Yoon Joo-ho’s penis sprang out and struck Song Hyun-soo’s lower abdomen. The fluid that splashed from it scattered over Song Hyun-soo’s face and eyelashes.
Song Hyun-soo, freeing his arms from under Yoon Joo-ho’s calves, wiped his face first. Then he tapped the thigh pressing on his shoulder.
“Move aside. I’ll do it with my hands.”
“Hands? I gave you a proper blowjob, though.”
“Is it my fault? It’s the senior’s fault for having dynamite.”
As he chided, gesturing towards the penis still throbbing right in front of him, Yoon Joo-ho sighed as if he had no choice. Then he released the pressure of his thighs and got off his chest. Song Hyun-soo sat up and pushed him onto the pillow.
Oh ho. In front of Yoon Joo-ho, who cheered playfully, Song Hyun-soo, whose robe was already a mess, threw it off. Without hesitation, he buried his face between Yoon Joo-ho’s legs and knelt down.
He began to grip and stroke the shaft with its dark blue veins.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
Using the pressure of his fingers to compress the shaft, and simultaneously targeting the glans with his lips and tongue. Of course, he added visual stimulation. He rubbed his lips against the glans while making eye contact with Yoon Joo-ho, and licked the shaft deeply with a long flick of his tongue.
The gaze was hot. The penis in his hand was even hotter.
Even a man’s cock could be less resistant to being taken into the mouth if its form was beautiful. It was a truly well-formed penis, like ivory carved by a master craftsman.
The glans with its ideal slope to smoothly penetrate the closed body, the thickness and length to fill the inside tightly, the hardness that would allow him to thrust as many times as needed to completely satisfy the other person.
Could this, perhaps, impregnate a man too? Could it be that way if reproductive ability was too strong?
What would happen if this went all the way down?
Ah…
Yoon Joo-ho closed his eyes, tilted his chin up, and let out a low sigh of admiration. He was surrendering himself to the sensation, savoring the pleasure. He ran his fingers through Song Hyun-soo’s hair, buried between his legs, and fiddled with his earlobe.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
The moment he felt Yoon Joo-ho’s pulse quicken in his mouth, Yoon Joo-ho grabbed Song Hyun-soo’s back hair and pulled hard. As the penis was pulled out of his mouth, semen splattered.
He thought he was going to cum in my mouth. That’s unexpected. He didn’t have time to dwell on the thought. Yoon Joo-ho’s hot hand covered Song Hyun-soo’s hand gripping the penis. Their hands overlapped as they stroked the penis together. Yoon Joo-ho sat up, his breath felt directly on Song Hyun-soo’s cheek.
Opening his lips, then biting down on them, his face contorted in a grimace, breathing heavily, glaring at Song Hyun-soo. Song Hyun-soo couldn’t tear his eyes away from Yoon Joo-ho’s face as he reached climax.
I want to kiss him.
I want to rub lips with him, mix tongues, embrace each other, and share the most pleasurable moment of climax.
But Song Hyun-soo’s lips, which had been about to move, quietly closed.
After ejaculating, Yoon Joo-ho lay sprawled on the mattress. He stretched his arms out long like a yawn, then turned his face to look up at Song Hyun-soo.
“I can’t call you BB gun anymore.”
“Was it good?”
“Top 3 material.”
Even though they had both had a massive orgasm once each, Song Hyun-soo felt unpleasantly unsatisfied, as if he had only gotten hard and stopped.
“That’s a relief. I’m going to use the bathroom.”
Yoon Joo-ho nodded and gestured towards the door.
“That way. Down the hall.”
He could feel Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze following his back as he walked to the door, but he didn’t feel like provoking him.
He didn’t have the leisure to admire Yoon Joo-ho’s bathroom, which was incomparably more luxurious than the guest bathroom.
He splashed water on his face and rinsed his mouth.
“Why are you doing this? What’s wrong with you?”
He muttered curses at his reflection in the mirror as he wiped the water from his face.
Kissing or hugging. He had never expected such things from other men in bed. At best, as foreplay to heighten arousal, but after climax, afterplay was an absolutely unnecessary process between men. Song Hyun-soo had always lived that way.
Perhaps Yoon Joo-ho hadn’t noticed, but he felt uneasy because of his own strange behavior.
When he returned from the bathroom, Yoon Joo-ho was smoking, propped on his elbows in the same prone position. His long, sleek, well-maintained back was enough to steal his gaze and disrupt his breathing. But Song Hyun-soo pretended to be indifferent.
He walked around the bed towards the robe hanging precariously on the far corner of the bed.
Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze followed Song Hyun-soo’s entire body from head to toe. He had no intention of hiding in the first place.
“You have a good body when you take it off.”
“Working at the Bar and doing odd jobs at the theater are almost all physical labor.”
He glanced at Yoon Joo-ho as he picked up the crumpled robe.
“Do you prefer delicate types?”
“Delicate, muscular. It’s not really a matter of that…”
Yoon Joo-ho seemed to think for a moment, then said, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray on the side table.
“I prefer to favor beauty, regardless of which.”
Beauty.
Thump. Something heavy shook Song Hyun-soo’s world once more.
He had been called handsome, good-looking, or even that he looked like he wouldn’t listen to orders, and his female friends had even called him cute. But he had never been called beautiful.
Even if they didn’t look exactly like Yoon Joo-ho, a masculine face could be beautiful. But no matter how he thought about it, his own appearance didn’t seem to fall into the category of beautiful.
Song Hyun-soo, who had turned his back to Yoon Joo-ho and was putting on his robe, suddenly stopped. As if someone had snatched something, he quickly turned his head back to look at Yoon Joo-ho lying on the bed.
He had realized why he had felt disappointed and searched for hope each time he applied Yoon Joo-ho’s words to himself.
He had figured out the reason. He had noticed.
“Why.”
“No. It’s nothing.”
Shaking his head several times, he turned his face back to his original position. He quickly fastened the collar of his robe and began to tie the belt.
“Leaving already?”
“If my business is done, I should go.”
“…”
“We’re not dating, after all.”
Song Hyun-soo added, mimicking Yoon Joo-ho, and gave a wry smile.
He now understood why his feet felt like they were sinking when he said this.
As Song Hyun-soo tied the belt, Yoon Joo-ho approached him from behind. He wrapped his arms across Song Hyun-soo’s chest, burrowed into the robe, and rubbed his lips against his ear.
“It’s not enough.”
“What are you talking about? After cumming like that.”
His teeth gnawing on his earlobe were threatening. It felt as if he would bare his hidden sharp fangs and bite into his flesh at any moment. He could tell that his sexual desire was far from satisfied.
“I’m not satisfied with just cumming.”
A whining voice. It was a cleverly calculated pout, knowing exactly how to conquer the other person and get what he wanted.
“That’s your problem, senior.”
“I want to fuck.”
Yoon Joo-ho pressed his half-erect penis tightly against Song Hyun-soo’s buttocks. Like a love confession, he whispered in a low voice, rubbing his lips against his ear.
“I want to shove this into you, and fuck you until you cry out that you’re going to die.”
“…”
“My hips are itching to do it.”