By Zephyria Lee Hae-sung moved his hips gently back and forth, lightly rubbing his penis against Choi Hong-seo’s groin. Then he showed a blissful smile. It was a smile of a mature man, sexually seducing his partner, with a different color and depth than the gentle smiles he had shown until moments before.
He stretched his long body and slowly lay down on top of Choi Hong-seo. His lower abdomen, chest, groin, and thighs met each other in turn, and their calves intertwined.
“Mmm… hmm.”
As his abdomen, bruised from being hit by Lee Seo-kyung a few days prior, was pressed, he felt a dull pain. He winced slightly and groaned, but it was within the range that could be disguised as pleasure. It was pain he could endure well enough to practice choreography. It was fortunate that no external injuries remained. Though, he was an expert in violence, so he wouldn’t make such a mistake.
Moreover, Lee Hae-sung was supporting himself on his elbows, distributing his weight so as not to crush the lover lying beneath him. His arm, which had come under Choi Hong-seo’s armpit, toyed with Choi Hong-seo’s earlobe. Rubbing the soft flesh between his fingers, he kissed his way from Choi Hong-seo’s cheek.
“People who are loved for their talent, like Hong-seo on stage, are called stars, but to me, Hong-seo is not a star, but a small sun.”
Each time he whispered with his lips pressed against his cheek, his breath tickled. At such close range, with only his face filling his vision, Choi Hong-seo focused on his eyes and listened to the stories he told.
Slowly, so as not to startle him, his right hand slipped under the hem of his t-shirt. Just the touch of his hand on his bare skin inside the shirt made Choi Hong-seo flinch and react.
The confession he had squeezed out before their first time, saying he couldn’t feel much, felt embarrassingly distant now.
“It’s like you’re not an doll posing and moving exactly as someone has beautifully packaged you… but shouting with your whole body, radiating light, asking me to look at you, to love you.”
“Ugh, hmm… yes.”
As his hand moved up his side, found his nipple, and fumbled on his chest, Choi Hong-seo’s breathing faltered. Lee Hae-sung’s lips then pressed firmly next to his lips.
“Sometimes, Hong-seo on stage looks so desperate, it’s like he’s saying, ‘I have nothing but this.’”
Choi Hong-seo grabbed his shoulder in surprise.
His eyes were too accurate. Before knowing Lee Hae-sung, Choi Hong-seo had nothing else. Choi Hong-seo on stage, Choi Hong-seo of ‘Layered.’ Being recognized, being loved for that… that was the only hope of escaping hell. And it was the only place Choi Hong-seo had ever truly had for himself. A place of dignity in the world, not a place where he was dragged around, exploited, and treated like a piece of meat.
So he tried with all his might. He would agonize over every piece of criticism people called hate comments, increasing his practice hours and taking out more loans for lessons.
The fact that Lee Hae-sung had seen through that desperation was embarrassing, yet also reassuring. The part he most wanted to hide was probably also the part he most wanted to be understood.
Looking at Choi Hong-seo’s surprised, trembling eyes, he smiled enchantingly again.
“But I… I pretend to be a good person in front of Hong-seo… but that’s not all of me.”
His lips overlapped Choi Hong-seo’s. Without pressing down with weight, just the surfaces of their lips touching, he whispered like a breath.
“Attached to my affection like an appendix is a malicious heart.””
What could it mean? It was a bit difficult to understand, but he felt like he could vaguely guess the meaning.
“Hic… hugh.”
The tip of his middle finger touched his nipple. Stimulating it, drawing circles. The soft, almost flat nipple hardened and became a prominent bud. Choi Hong-seo’s hands, gripping his shoulders, tightened, clenching as if squeezing.
His smile deepened, as if satisfied. Choi Hong-seo felt the movement of his lips, pulling in both directions, directly on his own.
“When I see Hong-seo on stage shouting that this is all he has, I get wicked thoughts.”
“What… Hngh, wh-what wicked thoughts?”
After stroking his chest broadly, his hand moved back down, this time burrowing into the loose waistband of the shorts he had changed into himself. As he cupped and squeezed the genitals inside his underwear, Choi Hong-seo’s broad shoulders, which he was holding onto, moved up and down.
“If there’s only one thing left for Hong-seo, I want that to be… me.”
“Hngh, hck… Nngh, hck.”
“A thought? No, it’s more of a passion than a thought.”
Inside the briefs, while fiddling with his hotter-than-usual genitals, he bit his lower lip hard and looked down at Choi Hong-seo. It was certainly an expression filled with passion.
That’s not true. It used to be, but now it’s just ‘that man’.
Before Choi Hong-seo could say that, his lips were blocked by his. Pressing down hard, twisting and crushing, he slid his tongue through the gap that opened. As if to say, I know what you’re trying to say, even if you don’t say it.
His tongue, which had softly, yet thoroughly, explored the heat within his mouth, then traced the edges of his lips as it slowly withdrew. Just like his penis last time, the slow withdrawal was particularly obscene. More so than when entering to ravage.
“But you know.”
As if the real point was coming now, he blinked and said.
“When Hong-seo says things like just now, I wonder if there’s a passion in Hong-seo like mine.”
Things like just now…
“I want everyone to see how much it hurts after I sleep with you, Mister.”
He was clearly talking about that. Even if he felt ashamed later about the lewd talk he’d blurted out while his reason was loosened by lust, he had no desire to take it back. With the hands holding his shoulders, he wrapped them around the back of his neck. He clasped his hands tightly behind his neck.
“The thought that Hong-seo might want me as much as I want him… drives me wild with excitement.”
As if to prove it, his penis, pressing hard against his thigh, was more than half erect. He wanted him to move his hips and rub that hard flesh against his thighs. Choi Hong-seo unconsciously squirmed and twisted his hips. Just touching wasn’t nearly enough; he wanted to be rubbed against his genitals, so he moved his burning body on his own.
His gaze, looking down from close up, grew hazier, and the hand caressing Choi Hong-seo’s genitals inside his underwear became stickier. Following Choi Hong-seo’s lead, he created curves in his firm yet flexible waist and rubbed his penis against the spot where they touched.
He stopped moving for a moment, pressing his increasingly hard penis, which felt like a core, from the outside of his thigh inward, towards Choi Hong-seo’s groin where his hand was stroking. Then, twisting his hips from side to side, he pushed his penis, which bulged excessively inside his pants, and said.
“This thing attached to my body. It’s not just this thing that’s getting excited. It’s so excited that even the dark desires attached to my longing vibrate. Every time you do that.”
“Hngh, hck. Eugh, euh…”
Because of his penis rubbing so hard it felt like it would pierce his raw flesh, Choi Hong-seo couldn’t even think of a reply. He could only try to control his moans.
He smiled sweetly, as if to say, Use me, from beneath his half-lidded eyes, filled with the desire to release his lust.
“I said it in a complicated way, trying to sound smart, but…”
“……”
“I want to hear more of that kind of talk.”
It was a honey-like smile, sweet to the end, with a hint of bitterness. He was like someone intoxicated by a dangerous substance. No, he was the dangerous substance itself. A substance that made Choi Hong-seo drunk, paralyzed, and forget all his problems.
He reached for the back of Choi Hong-seo’s knit shirt and pulled. He immediately took off his top and lay flat on top of Choi Hong-seo, kissing the hollow of his neck. The sensitive spot behind his ear was filled with his breath.
“My whole body is hot.”
His whisper was even hotter. Rubbing his large body against Choi Hong-seo, who was still fully clothed, he craved intercourse. Even the strange friction caused by Lee Hae-sung’s unique weight was already an caress.
“Hngh, hng… Eung. Hck…”
“You’re hot like this because you want me, Baby, right?”
Choi Hong-seo nodded. His mouth kept drying out, so he swallowed dryly and stroked his bare shoulders and arms.
He pulled the blanket over his own back, up to Choi Hong-seo’s neck. Then he went down under the covers. He pulled Choi Hong-seo’s shorts and underwear down to his calves and crawled between his legs, kissing his perineum.
“Haaagh… Hck… Hng…”
The touch of his lips on his soft flesh made Choi Hong-seo’s back arch. Using his feet, he kicked off the lower garments pooled around his calves and rubbed his heels against his wriggling back. Under the covers, he fumbled with his hands, ruffling his hair as he sucked and tugged at his lower body in a frenzy.
Looking up at the spinning ceiling, panting, he suddenly looked down. The sight of a large presence stirring the blankets in the lower half of the bed fueled his imagination, making it feel even more suggestive.
Choi Hong-seo pulled back the blanket. In the darkness of the covers, filled with the humidity and warmth of lust, Lee Hae-sung had buried his face, which looked impossibly handsome, in the man’s groin. It was the most erotic moment he had ever witnessed.
He bit down with his mouth on the place he was about to enter and the tender flesh around it, sucking deeply until it ached. Then he looked up at Choi Hong-seo. Choi Hong-seo’s penis, beginning to erect, twitched against his lower abdomen. Seen between his penis and pubic hair, his face buried in his groin looked strangely more handsome than usual.
“Hck, hck… Eugh, hng…”
Choi Hong-seo pulled the blanket over his head. Stroking his forehead and earlobes, he pulled his legs up until his knees touched his armpits and spread his thighs wide. As if a single blanket could hide all his shyness. He brazenly and boldly presented his genitals to him.
He wasn’t sure if there was enough time left for him to be shy or hesitant. He just wanted to give him everything, as if this moment were his last, and receive everything from him.