By Zephyria 
He unfastened Song Hyun-soo’s pants buckle with his right hand and pulled down the zipper. Simultaneously, he thrust his tongue deep into Song Hyun-soo’s mouth and swirled it wildly.
“Ugh, um. Hck.”
The roof of his mouth, the inside of his teeth, his tongue, the flesh inside his cheeks. Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue acted like a tyrant. He intended to ravage Song Hyun-soo’s entire mouth.
Song Hyun-soo’s erect penis bulged out from the unzipped fly. He felt alive as his compressed organ was released. And finally, Yoon Joo-ho’s hand slipped inside his underwear.
“Mmm… Hhck! Ha.”
“Is it cold?”
“Mmm. Yes.”
Song Hyun-soo tilted his chin up and shook his head.
The feeling of Yoon Joo-ho’s hand touching his penis after so long was indescribably thrilling. He felt like he could ejaculate at any moment. Yoon Joo-ho, lying at an angle pressed close to Song Hyun-soo’s side, his penis nudged against Song Hyun-soo’s thigh. Yoon Joo-ho’s own erection was clearly palpable even through his clothes. Song Hyun-soo fumbled his hand down and rubbed it over Yoon Joo-ho’s front. He bit Yoon Joo-ho’s chin between his teeth, his wet gaze searching for Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes. Meeting his gaze, which looked down at him, clouded with lust, Song Hyun-soo surrendered himself to the pleasure bestowed by the one he loved.
He couldn’t lie still as Yoon Joo-ho’s palm and inner wrist stimulated his penis, pressing and rubbing. His waist kept arching up. Song Hyun-soo moved his hips on his own, rubbing them vigorously against the spot that felt good.
Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes glinted in the darkness.
“Where did you learn to move your hips like that?”
“Haa, ha. Hck. Ugh, hht.”
“You look incredibly pleased.”
“So, so, pleased. Ha, I feel good.”
“No.”
“Haa, hck. Hht.”
“It looks like it would feel incredibly good to enter you right now.”
Yoon Joo-ho leaned his head closer and began licking Song Hyun-soo’s ear. Applying saliva, rubbing his tongue, thrusting, pressing and crushing his lips… it was akin to kissing. His hearing felt like it was melting.
“Aaah, uh.”
He couldn’t tell if the wet, squelching sounds were coming from inside his underwear or his ears. He simply opened his body honestly to every sensation Yoon Joo-ho created.
Using the friction of his palm, Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which had been rubbing and pressing his penis, slid further back, to a deeper place.
“Your pre-cum has flowed down this far.”
His voice, suppressing his arousal.
His fingers rubbed the slippery liquid around the tightly closed opening, in the crevice between his buttocks. The pre-cum, which had thoroughly wet Yoon Joo-ho’s palm, had flowed down to his tailbone.
Song Hyun-soo lowered his eyes to look down. His glistening penis, pushed out from his briefs, and behind it, Yoon Joo-ho’s wrist, inserted between his legs, was incredibly obscene.
“Haaah, hck. Hhht.”
He tightly gripped Yoon Joo-ho’s knit chest, pressed close to his right side.
Yoon Joo-ho’s fingertips, which had been exploring the crevice of his buttocks, finally dug shallowly inside. Song Hyun-soo grabbed Yoon Joo-ho’s forearm and tried to push it away.
“Wait, wh-where are you putting your fingers?”
Yoon Joo-ho gasped in pain, breathing heavily into his ear.
“You look so sexy when you feel it. Is it fair to just watch? Is this punishment? You still haven’t forgiven me, have you?”
“No, Senior, wait, calm down a little.”
“Quickly… I want to have sex with you here.”
“Ugh!”
One of his fingers began to move in and out of the opening. It entered, then withdrew, then entered again.
As the pleasure of being connected to Yoon Joo-ho through that narrow passage returned, Song Hyun-soo’s lower body involuntarily tightened.
Haa. Feeling the tightness through his finger, Yoon Joo-ho let out a pained groan into his ear.
“You’re squeezing like this, and you say no? I want to. I want to hold you. I don’t want to enter and then pull out. Fuck, my hips are itching like crazy.”
“Just bear with it a little longer. I didn’t come prepared today.”
“I know. That’s why it’s not happening.”
He gently gnawed on Song Hyun-soo’s neck, just enough to leave a mark. Yoon Joo-ho, in pain from wanting to penetrate so badly, was suffering with just one finger inside, and Song Hyun-soo found him adorable. He knew Yoon Joo-ho would get angry if he said that.
Song Hyun-soo kissed the forehead of Yoon Joo-ho, who was sucking on his neck, and stroked his cheek. Then he murmured to himself.
“If I had known I’d hear such a confession, I would have come prepared…”
“……”
Yoon Joo-ho stopped all movement for a moment.
Then he repeatedly banged his forehead against Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder.
“Prepared or not, do you want to get fucked raw?”
“What does that…”
“If not, then don’t say such cute things.”
Before he could figure out what switch had been flipped, Yoon Joo-ho withdrew his finger from Song Hyun-soo’s body. He then straightened up, hunched over. He threw off his knit top and began to unfasten his pants. In the meantime, Song Hyun-soo also took off his hoody.
It was difficult to bend his legs because Yoon Joo-ho was standing between them, braced on his knees.
“Senior, wait, my shoes.”
As soon as Yoon Joo-ho removed both shoes, Song Hyun-soo hastily pulled his right leg out of his pants. His carelessly rolled black briefs were draped over his left calf along with his jeans. The clothes, hastily shed for sex, evoked a more suggestive feeling than being completely naked.
As Yoon Joo-ho pulled down the waistband of the briefs from the open zipper, his semi-erect penis pulsed with elasticity. Song Hyun-soo swallowed dryly, his eyes fixed on it, faintly glowing in the darkness.
He knelt over Song Hyun-soo, pushing his penis forward.
“Haa… Ah.”
His hot, dirty, large penis was thrust between Song Hyun-soo’s spread legs.
Even without penetration, Yoon Joo-ho’s groin was completely filled.
Just touching and rubbing like this, he felt he could ejaculate multiple times.
Without any prior agreement, they pulled each other’s bodies close. They freely touched and caressed each other’s bare skin, intertwined tongues, and sucked lips. They savored the pleasure and reality of the other belonging to them.
Their penises rubbed between their lower bellies, growing harder. To appease the urge to penetrate, Yoon Joo-ho reached behind Song Hyun-soo’s back, embraced him, and began thrusting his hips.
“Haa, hck. Hck. Uhht. Hck.”
Each time Yoon Joo-ho pulled his hips back and forcefully thrust upwards against Song Hyun-soo’s rear, Song Hyun-soo’s lower jaw trembled. The sensation of his thick testicles swinging and hitting the underside of his raised buttocks was maddening.
He wrapped his arms around Yoon Joo-ho’s neck, rubbing his bare legs against his sides and lower back, trembling and shuddering with the force of his thrusts. The penis rubbing and grinding between their lower bellies felt like it would burst any moment.
“Mmm. Mm. Uum.”
While moving his body like that, Yoon Joo-ho did not withdraw his tongue from Song Hyun-soo’s mouth.
It was overwhelming, receiving his thrusts from below and his tongue from above. It was no easier than penetrative sex.
Like someone drowning, flailing for anything to grab onto, Song Hyun-soo kept pulling Yoon Joo-ho’s back. He was so lost in the moment that he couldn’t even think about leaving handprints.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, thud, thud. Thud-thud.
Yoon Joo-ho’s thrusts quickened violently, and when Song Hyun-soo felt them hitting him all the way to the crown of his head, he pushed Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulders away and clenched his muscles as if to crush them.
“I’m… going to cum… Haa! Se, Senior, I… Uum, oop.”
Their lips met deeply, their mucous membranes and tongues softly rubbing, and he reached the point of ejaculation.
He stroked the rippling muscles of Yoon Joo-ho’s back and slipped his hand under the band of his briefs inside his pants, tightly gripping his rock-hard buttocks.
Almost simultaneously, Yoon Joo-ho also reached his climax.
Their lower bellies pressed together, sticky with semen, but neither cared. Embracing each other’s bodies, they languidly swayed, unable to pull away from the other’s lips.
The opening, hiding its red mucous membrane within, parted to meet the other’s, lips rubbing, sucking, exchanging wet flesh, entwining, and drawing in saliva. A kiss was undoubtedly an act as intimate as sex.
Just as Song Hyun-soo’s breath grew ragged from the kiss that continued for too long without a break, Yoon Joo-ho pulled back, peppering him with small kisses, jjok, jjok. Though he had explored Song Hyun-soo’s mouth thoroughly enough to map it, his face still held a look of longing.
Then, he collapsed onto Song Hyun-soo’s chest.
Rubbing his lips softly against Song Hyun-soo’s temples and earlobes, he panted into his ear with a hoarse voice, the aftereffects of his climax still lingering.
“Don’t do that again.”
Ha, ha. Heu-eu.
Song Hyun-soo had to catch his breath, unable to ask or answer.
“If you’re going to fix a habit, fix it while keeping me by your side.”
“…”
“Whether you slap me, kick me, or torture me, it’s all fine. Just don’t leave me.”
He had said something similar when they decided to date.
Yoon Joo-ho whispered “Don’t leave” repeatedly, rubbing his lips deep into the nape of Song Hyun-soo’s neck. Song Hyun-soo pulled him close, embracing his bare back with both arms.
My poor Crown Prince.
He thought to himself, softly, so Yoon Joo-ho wouldn’t hear.
Over Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulder, the night sky was visible through the panoramic sunroof. It was a sky dotted with stars, one he hadn’t seen in a long time.
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