By Zephyria 
The lips touching the nape of his neck slowly parted, and the sensation of a damp tongue sliding out to lick was vivid. A tingling thrill spread from his lower back. Min-ho, barely suppressing a moan that felt ready to burst, rubbed his thumb up and down against Gyu-oh’s neck. As he pressed and rubbed against the prominent Adam’s apple, a short moan escaped from the other first.
“Ah, hng…”
Hearing that hazy sound, excitement began to drift through his entire body.
“Hyung, press harder. That’s a turn-on.”
Gyu-oh whispered softly, gripping the soft flesh of the nape with his lips and sucking hard. Min-ho felt the sensation of his skin being pulled and the sharp pain of teeth nibbling, but he only applied more pressure with his thumb.
Gyu-oh’s large hand, which had been wandering around his waist, finally wrapped around his buttocks and pulled him in strongly. He could feel a plumply swollen outline against their touching lower bodies.
“You got hard fast.”
“…It’s been like this for a while.”
Min-ho gently swayed his hips, pressing firmly against the erect member. The vivid pressure, as if crushing his lower abdomen, was blatant.
Gyu-oh, who had been repeatedly licking the area where he left red bruises, was now nibbling on his jaw. With only a single lamp lit on the office desk, the surroundings were dark and silent. Perhaps that was why the wet sounds of licking and biting the skin echoed exceptionally loud.
“It’s a bit like this here, right? Should we go home?”
This time, he mumbled while nibbling on the earlobe. The skin where saliva had been drawn in long streaks felt as hot as if it were burning. Min-ho’s hand, which had been pressing and rubbing Gyu-oh’s Adam’s apple, slowly shifted direction. He then slid his fingers inside the collar of the shirt Gyu-oh had dressed up in to come to the office. As he dug into the back of the neck, Gyu-oh’s shoulders trembled slightly. Simultaneously, he felt the pressed-down member twitch.
Letting out a smirk, Min-ho slid his foot between Gyu-oh’s legs. Then, he slightly bent his knee and lifted it. Naturally, his erect genitals rubbed against his thigh.
“Hyung, wait…”
“Do you think you can leave like this?”
If they went home in this state, his cock wouldn’t survive. Once he got hard, it didn’t go down easily, so he’d probably cum several more times even without touching it. Then, wouldn’t the whitish fluid stretch viscously when taking off his drawers?
“…”
Imagining that was fucking hot. He’d had a big task to handle over the past few days and had been too busy. It meant it had been a while since they’d had the four-times-a-week sex the kid mentioned. At first, he thought it was right to give the blood-rushed area time to subside. But now, how should he put it… the semen that would just be scattered and lost in his underwear felt like a waste.
“Ah, Cha Min-ho… stop rubbing. I don’t have condoms, so this is really fucking troublesome.”
The guy who had been nibbling and sucking until his earlobe felt sore now pressed his lips firmly against his cheek. Because of that, his pronunciation was blurred and he panted in between, but it reached Min-ho clearly.
“Let’s do it. Actually, I don’t need a condom.”
“…”
“It’s a waste to let yours spill somewhere else.”
“…What?”
Gyu-oh, who had been rubbing his lips against his cheek, snapped his head up. Even in the dim darkness, his slightly disheveled hair and wide-open eyes were clearly visible. To some, he might have looked like he was glaring, but in Min-ho’s eyes, even that seemed quite cute.
Actually, he’d felt that way for a while. How could he remain indifferent to a guy who wagged his tail and clung to him because he liked him? Yeah, he had to admit it. Fuck, the game was over the moment he started looking cute.
“Cum inside.”
He didn’t know anymore. This kid already knew he’d slept around, so he’d understand even if he revealed this. After all, they were just doing something that felt good for both.
“Hyung, are you sick? Cha Min-ho wouldn’t be like this.”
Fatigue lingered in his heavily furrowed eyes. Usually, being exhausted like that was Min-ho’s role, but now it was exactly the opposite. Since it had come to this, he might as well act like Won Gyu-oh.
“I’ve been tired before, and I know that focusing on something else makes it better. Alcohol, sex, sleep, things like that.”
“Crazy.”
“Do you want to just sleep deeply, or have a drink? Or if not that…”
Trailing off, he intentionally brushed his lips twice. The sound of Gyu-oh swallowing dry spit echoed exceptionally loud. Suppressing a laugh, he looked into those dark pupils. The bloodshot eyes flickered red, like sparks flying.
“Why are you asking? Obviously, it’s Cha Min-ho.”
He told him that if he gave him an opening, he’d gladly take it. The whispering voice scattered into the mouth along with his breath. He pulled his tongue and sucked hard, as if to swallow all the saliva.
Led by a strong hand, he took a step. Perhaps because it was a space he could navigate with his eyes closed, he could tell where they were heading just by the sensation at his toes.
The long sofa where Gyu-oh always dragged him to take naps. As soon as he felt something hard touch the back of his knees, his body tilted. As he lay down as if collapsing, a firm hand wrapped around his lower back. He had never let himself go like this in the office. He didn’t know how many times he’d sprawled out now, thanks to Gyu-oh.
Chu, chu. The guy, who had been sucking his lips intensely, was now planting small kisses on his jaw and nape. Gyu-oh’s rough touch reached through the thin clothes Min-ho had worn, trusting the car. He wrapped around his waist, rubbed broadly across his chest, and already used his fingers to wetly rub his swollen nipples. Simultaneously, as he licked longly up the nape, a thrill flowed below his waist.
“Ah, Gyu-oh…”
“…”
At the name uttered like a groan, Gyu-oh’s shoulders flinched. Through the gap of the lips attached to his nape, feverish breaths scattered continuously. After being frozen for a moment, Gyu-oh snapped his head up. Excitement flickered on his delinquent face.
“W-wait, let’s solve the urgent matter first.”
Gyu-oh, stuttering uncharacteristically, hurriedly opened his pant buckle. Because his hands were trembling slightly, he even fumbled, so Min-ho lent a hand. While he overlapped his hand on top and pulled the zipper down with force, those dark pupils never left him.
“Why are you shaking like it’s your first time?”
“It is the first time. Before, it was just ‘some’… but now, you’re mine.”
He felt like bursting into laughter at the cheesy words, but he held it back. Laughing now would only give Gyu-oh more reason to get excited. He nibbled on the inner flesh of his lips, which were likely smeared with Gyu-oh’s saliva.
“It’s a bit funny for me to ask… but did you usually have sex during the ‘some’ stage?”
“Absolutely not! I did it because I was already dating Hyung mentally.”
Staring intently at Gyu-oh, who spat out sounds as if grinding his teeth, Min-ho simultaneously pulled the underwear down with force. Boing. The threateningly revealed genitals were already swollen to the limit and twitching. There was even whitish fluid pooling at the glans.
Since when did it get this hard? He gently gripped the beautifully extended shaft. The outline of the bumpy veins was vivid beneath his palm.
“Augh, Cha Min-ho…”
Gyu-oh, trailing off, bit his lower lip hard. Both his eyes were tightly squinted. Slide, slide. As he stroked the shaft up and down a few times, Gyu-oh collapsed onto him as if breaking. The guy, burying his forehead in his shoulder, panted while suppressing moans.
He could see the broad back rising and falling heavily. Even as Gyu-oh spread his knees and tightened them close to his pelvis, Min-ho slowly stroked the hot genitals.
“Hyung, your hand… ngh, ah.”
Gyu-oh gripped Min-ho’s arm with a trembling hand. It was likely because the stimulation was too intense, but Min-ho had no intention of backing off. Just as Won Gyu-oh said, since this was the first sex after becoming each other’s, he wanted to be together from start to finish.
“You said it was urgent. I’m urgent too.”
“…Ah, seriously.”
Gyu-oh, rubbing his forehead against his shoulder, shifted his body and laughed. Then, he slowly fiddled with the waistband of Min-ho’s pants.
“Should I let yours out too?”
“Yeah, it hurts.”
His lower half, which had been gradually swelling, had already felt stifling. As soon as permission was granted, Gyu-oh slid the pants down and pulled out the hardened genitals. Because their bodies were overlapped, the twitching cocks brushed against each other. Every time the flesh, laden with heat, collided, feverish breaths burst from the gaps of their lips.
“Ah.”
“Ha, ngh…”
The hand shaking the genitals picked up speed. As Gyu-oh’s large hand gripped the cock and squeezed with moderate force, the excitement soared steeply. He shifted his waist and hurriedly shook his hand. The fluid flowing from the wet glans seeped between the knuckles, becoming sticky. Squelch. The silent space was filled only with damp sounds and labored breaths.
“Actually, I’ve been turned on since you showed up wearing my clothes. I thought I’d have to miserably jerk off alone after you left…”
“Ah, faster…”
“I never dreamed you’d be the one to let me off.”
Just hearing the voice laden with heat brought on the sensation of ejaculation. Gyu-oh shook and stroked the lower area faster, burying his lips in the chest. He was busy sticking out his tongue to lick viscously and nibbling on the hardened nipples. The thin t-shirt was soon soaked through. Slide, slide. The touch stroking the damp skin continued in an off-beat rhythm, and occasionally, breaths that couldn’t be held any longer scattered.
“I think… it’s coming out…”
The moment Gyu-oh, with the nipple in his mouth, mumbled, a flash went off before his eyes. His toes curled inward, and he involuntarily arched his waist. Simultaneously, from the genitals held in the large grip, the whitish fluid spurted out.
Taking that as a signal, semen flowed from what Min-ho was holding. Gyu-oh, shoulders trembling slightly, took a large bite of the wet chest as if swallowing it.