By Zephyria 
The act of removing something that was covering his body sent a thrill through Song Hyun-soo.
It didn’t matter that he was contorted in an uncomfortable position in a single-seater recliner.
“Eek. Hh.”
Yoon Joo-ho began to attack in earnest.
He showered Song Hyun-soo’s lips and the area around them with kisses, then buried his face in his neck. He licked his throat with his tongue, his lips grinding against the skin, and gnawed on his flesh between his teeth.
Song Hyun-soo embraced his head and gently patted his upper back.
“Seonbae, there’s a mark.”
“I know.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s voice, as he answered, was muffled by something.
“Do I look like a beginner?”
“Ugh.”
At the touch of a palm digging into his chest under his sweatshirt, he flinched, and simultaneously, the seat’s backrest slowly began to recline. Yoon Joo-ho was fumbling with the angle adjustment button with his left hand. Meanwhile, his right hand was inside the sweatshirt, caressing Song Hyun-soo’s bare chest, and his lips roamed his entire neck, doing everything they could with their tongue and teeth.
He doesn’t look like a beginner… but if he wanted to, he looks like he could go crazy and tear my throat to shreds…
Leaning back between the car window and the seat, Song Hyun-soo was being pushed down by Yoon Joo-ho’s body in a very uncomfortable position, reclining further and further. Yoon Joo-ho’s body slid between his thighs to lie down, and their lower bodies began to make contact. As their positions neared the norm, Song Hyun-soo unconsciously began to run his hands through Yoon Joo-ho’s hair.
Click. The backrest, reclined to its maximum, stopped moving.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand soon moved downwards. And his lips crawled back up.
“Haa, uh… Hhuk!”
Biting his earlobe and tracing his outer ear with his tongue, Song Hyun-soo arched his back. He lost his grip on his head, instead tightly gripping his shoulder, which filled his vision.
Below, Yoon Joo-ho unzipped his jeans with one hand and then unbuckled them. Since he unbuckled them first, he could easily unzip them with one hand.
Even as his mind reeled with excitement, Song Hyun-soo couldn’t help but notice how skilled he was at this. But that awareness soon evaporated.
Wait. Unzip, then unbuckle?
Song Hyun-soo pushed Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulder away and tried to sit up.
“J-just a moment, Seonbae.”
“What is it?”
His act interrupted, he scowled and pulled his face away from Song Hyun-soo’s ear.
“Are you going to take your pants off?”
“You want to cum with them on? It’ll be uncomfortable.”
Ah, so cumming is the prerequisite.
Yoon Joo-ho, bracing himself with his left hand on the headrest above Song Hyun-soo’s head, lowered his face again. As his breath touched Song Hyun-soo’s ear first, Song Hyun-soo flinched from his shoulders.
This time, he wasn’t rushed. His lips and nose softly brushed and teased various parts of his ear. Just that alone was enough to make him feel like he was going crazy.
“Haa, Hha! Hh.”
He gripped Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulder, but his knit sweater slipped through his fingers.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand slid through the opened zipper.
“Aaaah! Hh! Ugh!”
This time, he tilted his chin up and pushed against his chest. The sensation of fingers touching his penis through his underwear. Song Hyun-soo recoiled and shook his head violently. Yoon Joo-ho, holding his semi-erect penis, began to stroke it sensually, adjusting the pressure.
“Ugh, Hh. Haaah… Hhuk.”
Song Hyun-soo grabbed whatever he could – Yoon Joo-ho’s arms, shoulders, neck. He bit his own lower lip.
As he rubbed his lips against the curves of Song Hyun-soo’s ear, Yoon Joo-ho whispered.
“So, Lee San masturbated after witnessing Baek Kang and Lee Sol’s intimacy?”
“That was just… my im-imagination… Khh.”
Song Hyun-soo wriggled his hips while lying down. Pre-cum flowed out, wetting his underwear. He wanted to squeeze his legs together, afraid Yoon Joo-ho would notice, but he was already filled with him between his thighs. Yoon Joo-ho pressed down on Song Hyun-soo’s penis with his palm and brought his lips close to his ear.
“I wish it was because I got excited seeing Baek Kang.”
“…”
Crazy bastard.
He almost muttered it aloud.
He knew the man was deliberately trying to get him to take off his pants. But even knowing that, he couldn’t help but play along. He felt indignant and resentful, yet he couldn’t help but desire the man before him.
“You must have sensitive ears.”
A low chuckle.
“It’s not my ears, it’s your voice, sunbae.”
Thump, thump.
I didn’t even realize my shoes had come off and fallen to the floor. Mesmerized by the soft smile right before my eyes.
Yoon Joo-ho, having stripped off Song Hyun-soo’s jeans and underwear together, knelt on the sheet, unzipped his own pants, and pulled out his penis.
Yoon Joo-ho’s was already erect. Even in the deep darkness, it gleamed, asserting its presence. Song Hyun-soo, swallowing dryly, reached out a hand towards it unconsciously as he lay there.
“Since when… has it been like this?”
Yoon Joo-ho, propping himself up with one hand on the headrest and bending his body, shrugged his shoulders.
“Since you said, ‘Marry me’?”
Then, as smoothly and flexibly as a reptile with a serpentine neck, he was once again on top of Song Hyun-soo. His penis, now naked, brushed against Song Hyun-soo’s lower body.
“Ugh, hhh… Ahh.”
While meticulously observing Song Hyun-soo’s reactions below, he began to move his hips with a languid rhythm.
“That line. Isn’t the subject and object ambiguous?”
“Mmm, hmm. Ugh!”
The hot flesh pressing between his legs writhed as if alive. Song Hyun-soo bit his lower lip hard. He instinctively bent his knees, more actively accepting him between his legs. Like someone climbing up, Yoon Joo-ho’s lower body repeatedly thrust against Song Hyun-soo’s body.
“Just saying ‘Marry me’ without any context.”
“Th-that’s, of course, to my sister, So, Sori…”
“Are you serious?”
“Ab-about what.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had been holding onto the headrest with both arms stretched above his head, finally made proper eye contact with Yoon Joo-ho. His face, with a furrowed brow as if angry, filled his vision.
“You’re asking if it’s okay for me to marry Sori.”
“…”
Instead of answering, Song Hyun-soo wrapped his arms around Yoon Joo-ho’s neck and pulled him closer. He pressed his soft lips against the thin, seemingly cold lips and crushed them.
A hot tongue, as if it had been waiting, parted his teeth and slid in.
“Mmm. Um. Ugh.”
Spreading his tongue wide to fill his mouth, as if that wasn’t enough, he pushed his middle and index fingers along the edges of his lips.
“Wooooh.”
At first, there was a slight salty taste, but that was only for a moment. The movement of his fingers touching the soft flesh inside his cheeks and scraping his palate felt like his mouth and mind were slowly melting away.
His other hand moved down, caressing Song Hyun-soo’s buttocks.
Then, it kept lingering around his anus. The way his fingers circled and pressed down on the tightly closed opening, enveloped by flesh, was not ordinary.
Twisting his head, Song Hyun-soo spat out his tongue and fingers from his mouth. Saliva stretched long beside his lips, and Yoon Joo-ho lunged forward to lick it away.
“Wh-what are you trying to do?”
“Just a little.”
Pushing away his shoulder as he tried to kiss him again, Song Hyun-soo turned his face.
“You did that last time too, putting in two fingers.”
Yoon Joo-ho pressed his forehead against Song Hyun-soo’s and smiled sheepishly. It was a clearly deceitful smile. The problem was that even knowing he was a con artist, Song Hyun-soo felt like depositing money into his account.
Pressing down on his anus with his fingertips. Yoon Joo-ho rubbed his nose against Song Hyun-soo’s.
“Don’t you want to do it with me? Through here.”
“Mmm…”
Song Hyun-soo closed his eyes. A heavy groan escaped his tightly closed lips.
His fingers finally dug inside.
“I-I told you. Sunbae’s, that, it won’t go in without preparation.”
One word, two words. His long, neat fingers slowly swirled inside, pushing deeper and deeper.
“Hmm, it feels softer than last time.”
Gazing into the air as if gauging something, Yoon Joo-ho meticulously explored inside Song Hyun-soo’s body. Then, looking down at Song Hyun-soo lying beneath him, he grinned.
“That preparation. Didn’t you do some of it yourself?”
“Ah, really!”
Song Hyun-soo, his face instantly flushing, raised an arm to cover his mouth. Then he kicked Yoon Joo-ho’s lower back with his heel.
With a low laugh, Yoon Joo-ho grabbed Song Hyun-soo’s wrist and pulled it down.
“You say no with your mouth, but do you know this?”
Those fingers, capable of making even simple actions like smoking a cigarette or holding a coffee cup elegant, found a spot inside Song Hyun-soo’s body, a small, swollen pouch. Then, as if caressing, he gently rubbed it.
“When I rub here like this… water flows out the front.”
“Hhh… Hck.”
Song Hyun-soo trembled at the stimulation of his fingers circling his prostate.
With his fingers still inside, Yoon Joo-ho pressed his palm tightly against Song Hyun-soo’s groin. Then, in a voice so low it was barely audible even to Song Hyun-soo, he whispered.
“Enough to get my hand wet.”
As if to prove his words, every time Yoon Joo-ho squeezed below, a sticky sound leaked from between his palm and Song Hyun-soo’s inner flesh.