By Zephyria 
Returning to the bedroom with a face flushed red and damp, unable to hide it, I found Yoon Joo-ho, clad in a robe, sitting by the window with only the bedside lamp on, drinking whiskey.
Song Hyun-soo nervously rubbed his palms on his robe out of awkwardness.
“Where’s Monroe?”
“Sleeping in the living room.”
“Sleeping again? He’s still just a baby.”
As Song Hyun-soo chuckled and casually shifted his gaze, the smile vanished from his face. Staring above the headboard, he asked Yoon Joo-ho in a surprised voice,
“Huh? Where did the poster go? A Better Tomorrow.”
“I moved it to the storage room.”
“Why? It’s your signature.”
“It was, until now.”
Yoon Joo-ho placed his on the rocks glass on the table and stood up.
“I thought I’d change the atmosphere to mark a new chapter in my life.”
“…”
“Because I’m no longer a wingless bird.”
A faint trace remained where the previous poster had hung. Song Hyun-soo stood there blankly, gazing at the mark.
“It looks a bit bare. How about putting up another poster?”
Yoon Joo-ho approached from behind and gently wrapped his arms around Song Hyun-soo’s lower abdomen.
“What would be good? You pick.”
“You’ll hang the one I choose?”
“It’s your bedroom now, too.”
“Hmm… What would be good? Jerry Maguire?”
Yoon Joo-ho pressed his cheek against Song Hyun-soo’s and kissed his temple, then slid his hand under the collar of the robe.
“That’s a good one, too.”
“Or… Notting Hill?”
As his hand widely gripped and massaged his chest, Song Hyun-soo added another option, shrinking his shoulders.
Yoon Joo-ho’s lips moved down from his ear, to his neck, and lower, and as his hands explored his chest, Song Hyun-soo’s robe gradually loosened.
“Haa, ugh, hck.”
His other hand, reaching from behind, delved underneath, between the robe, and touched his penis.
“Ugh. Hck… Ah. Ah, senior.”
While I was preparing in the bathroom, my lower body had already become extremely sensitive. His warm, moist hand, still feeling damp, massaged my cock, and squeezed and rubbed my testicles and the flesh of my perineum, making my lower half feel like it was melting. It was hard to stand.
The robe opened wider and slipped down, revealing one shoulder and one breast. With every furtive movement of his hand beneath the loosened waist tie, my erect penis and glistening dark pubic hair were glimpsed. It was a maddeningly erotic scene, even to look down at myself. My knees buckled, and my legs instinctively twisted.
Yoon Joo-ho nibbled on Song Hyun-soo’s earlobe and whispered in a deep voice, probing the opening with the tip of his tongue,
“Have you been doing it alone all this time?”
“Of course. Did you not, senior?”
“I did. Sometimes multiple times in a row.”
“For your age, that’s impressive stamina, ugh, hck.”
As his hand shook my penis, Song Hyun-soo couldn’t finish his sentence, tilting his head back.
“It’s easy to masturbate when your boyfriend is sexy.”
“Huu, hck. Aah!”
The sweet sound of saliva, combined with his voice like honey-soaked velvet, made my toes curl on the floor. With the sensation of his fingers pinching and lightly pulling my nipple between his middle finger and thumb, I found myself involuntarily pushing my chest forward.
“The feel of your lips when I kiss you, the volume when I grip your chest muscles, your sensual nipples, the cock that shakes every time I fuck you.”
“Haaak, hck! Hah.”
“I missed it all so much.”
Yoon Joo-ho pulled the waist tie, which was precariously hanging, a long way down. Then he pulled the robe off his shoulder.
Thump.
Song Hyun-soo’s robe fell to the floor at his feet.
Now completely naked, he turned to face him. His body, already trembling from the arousal of being caressed, quivered. He brought his lightly trembling hands to Yoon Joo-ho’s waist. When he pulled the loosely tied knot, it unraveled with surprising ease.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the dark bulge at his center, visible through the parted lapels.
Thump.
Yoon Joo-ho himself pushed the robe off his shoulders.
“Mmm. Mm. Hck.”
He lunged forward, kissing him, and pushed Song Hyun-soo towards the bed. Scooping him up by the hips, he kissed him deeply, then tossed him onto the bed. Explicitly, two or three tubes of lube were scattered on the bed.
Lying disheveled, he quickly positioned himself between Song Hyun-soo’s legs and began rubbing against his lower body. His already swelling, heavy member filled Song Hyun-soo’s lower half.
“Haa, ha. Hck.”
Just rubbing it against his hole felt like sex.
Song Hyun-soo couldn’t take his eyes off Yoon Joo-ho’s waist, which moved back and forth, gently rotating his cock against his crotch.
“Ah, too…”
“Too what.”
“You’re too sexy, senior.”
As he thrust his hips forward and back, hitting Song Hyun-soo’s lower body, Yoon Joo-ho grabbed Song Hyun-soo’s left ankle and lifted it.
“I appreciate that.”
Then, looking into Song Hyun-soo’s eyes as he lay beneath him, he licked his anklebone, gently bit his heel, and began caressing his toes one by one.
Lost in lust, his languid gaze from above sent a shiver down his spine.
“Ughhh… Hck. Hck.”
He licked his fourth toe next to the little toe, then the middle toe… licking each one, sucking them into his mouth, and gnawing on them. He suddenly feared he might bite one and swallow it whole. But the bizarre thought that it wouldn’t be so bad crossed his mind. Him swallowing a part of his body.
Yoon Joo-ho moved to his index finger, longer than his thumb, and sucked it as if it were dripping with nectar. All the while, his hip movements, grinding against Song Hyun-soo’s lower body, didn’t stop.
“Aah, se, se-senior… stop, that, stop.”
Perhaps because it was a part he hadn’t been caressed on often, it was more sensitive. Yoon Joo-ho’s face, sucking his toes while thrusting his hips back and forth, added a visual assault.
Yoon Joo-ho, with those beautiful lips, sucking my toes like that. Just being aware of it made his prepared rear clench.
Slurp, with every suction of his toes, his wet, warm tongue coiled around them.
Song Hyun-soo began to writhe.
“Aah! Hck! Sii, sii, I don’t like it, I don’t like that.”
The sensation of his cock, thrusting into him with one leg raised, was torture.
Even without penetration, his lower half felt as if it had already been thoroughly violated.
Sex, Yoon Joo-ho’s cock.
He couldn’t think of anything else.
“Se, se-senior… please, put it in.”
His voice was already a pathetic rasp.
Yoon Joo-ho spat out his second toe, thoroughly soaked in saliva. A long, transparent string stretched between his lips and the toe.
Yoon Joo-ho lowered Song Hyun-soo’s leg and leaned forward.
“Already? You’re like a child.”
Shame or not, he wrapped his arms around Yoon Joo-ho’s neck and stuck out his tongue first. He wanted to kiss him quickly, right now, ravenously. Clinging to his neck, gnawing on his jawline, he pulled his legs wrapped around his waist tighter.
“Who was it that said they don’t set the mood with men.”
“How long are you going to bring that up…”
“Mmm… Mm. Hmm.”
He pulled Yoon Joo-ho’s neck, who was resisting without coming closer, and devoured his lips.
As their lips met and rubbed intensely, the stimulated Yoon Joo-ho thrust his tongue into his mouth first. As he bit down on his tongue, his eyelids grew heavy. He rubbed his legs wrapped around his firm waist and traced the muscles on his upper back with his arms.
He wished for penetration right then, but it wasn’t time yet.
Moving lower, he traced the area around his areola with his tongue.
“Haaak! Hck! Hooo, ng.”
His tongue licked only the area around the swollen, easily suckable nipple, making him impatient. His back arched involuntarily, and he pushed his chest forward. Still, he only touched the base of his nipple with the tip of his tongue. It was torture.
“Ugh! Kck.”
Nipples… While visually arousing, they weren’t places he felt much from…
He gathered the flesh around his areola, making it bulge. He then rubbed his nipple against his lips. If he could just relieve this restless feeling in his gut, he could do much worse.
“Suck it. Suck my breasts hard, senior.”
Yoon Joo-ho, glancing up to meet his eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked his nipple intensely from below, pressing and bending it.
“Ugh… Ugh.”
Then, slurp, he sucked the nipple into his mouth.
“Aah! Hck! Kck.”
The pleasure, like a sharp scratch on the spot that had been itching all along, made his spine arch. Not just his nipples, but his cock and anus vibrated.
His large, sweat-slicked palm swept up his side.
His entire body was already painfully sensitive. Song Hyun-soo shivered and reacted to the touch.
Yoon Joo-ho, biting his nipple and flicking it with his tongue, finally bit down firmly on the area around it.
“Aah, ah!… Aah.”
Why did the sharp pain left on his chest make pre-cum leak from his glans? I’ve become a pervert. While thinking that and rubbing his chest, Yoon Joo-ho sat up and once again positioned his lower body between Song Hyun-soo’s legs, rubbing to re-establish their position.
Now, was he going to penetrate?
But not this time either.
Even with his cock hard enough to hammer a nail, and his hips constantly grinding and thrusting, wanting to penetrate, he was drawing out the time.
He brought Song Hyun-soo’s left hand to his lips and began kissing and licking each finger, just as he had done with his toes.
“Hktt, hck. Hck.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s face, as he licked his fingers long and rubbed his tongue in the grooves between them, was… undeniably decadent enough to make one swallow.
Yoon Joo-ho slowly and deeply pushed his longest middle finger all the way into his mouth.
Song Hyun-soo slowly moved his middle finger, exploring Yoon Joo-ho’s mouth. He pressed against the hot, wet, soft tongue and then flipped it halfway, tracing the roof of his mouth where he could feel bone.
“Haa, ha, hck.”
Just exploring Yoon Joo-ho’s mouth with his finger made his body tremble and his rear clench. Song Hyun-soo’s right hand automatically moved down to find his cock. But Yoon Joo-ho’s other hand reached out and stopped it. He was showing him such erotic things but wouldn’t let him move his cock? That bastard. This is torture, definite torture.
“Haa, hck. Se, se-senior…”
“Mm.”
He answered briefly with his finger in his mouth.
“Why are you like this today?”
“Like what.”
“Why are you… making me…”
He pulled his finger out long and then licked it all over. Today, he seemed determined to lovingly caress Song Hyun-soo’s entire body with time. Literally from toes to fingers, he was biting and kissing his whole body.
“I’m lovingly caressing my boyfriend.”
Right, that’s commendable. More commendable than just getting hard and thinking about fucking. But still.
“Now that I know how much you love me…”
“…”
“Can you please just put it in, and then suck my breasts or fingers, whatever you want? Huh? Senior?”
This time, Song Hyun-soo moved his hips, stimulating his cock.
“I, I want this so badly.”
Yoon Joo-ho placed his hands under Song Hyun-soo’s armpits and got into position. A position where he could thrust his member in and thrust his hips wildly at any moment.
“Say you love me.”
“No, why now…”
“I said, say you love me.”
Gently, teasingly rotating his hips, he looked down from above with a vexing smile. He wanted to penetrate just as badly.
Rotating his hips wider, Yoon Joo-ho slid his right middle and index fingers from Song Hyun-soo’s mouth into his lips. Biting his fingers, which were digging all the way to his Adam’s apple, he barely managed to answer.
“Uoo, um… Hoo… Ah, aah.”
“Who.”
“Yoongoo.”
Yoon Joo-ho, puffing out his chest and shoulders, watched him with immense concentration. His sharp gaze sent a shiver down his spine.
After pressing and rubbing his tongue on his tongue and stroking the roof of his mouth, his fingers were pulled out after repeatedly probing the soft flesh on the inside of his cheek until it bulged.
Dissolve. HLCs 196 and 197 are back-to-back releases.