By Zephyria Meanwhile, Song Hyun-soo sat up, leaning against the wall, hugging a pillow. In the darkness, he watched Yoon Joo-ho, holding his breath, and pointed towards the bottom of the clothes rack.
“Over there, in that box from earlier, there are condoms.”
Yoon Joo-ho, who turned his head to check the box, carelessly dropped his t-shirt on the floor and picked up the box. It was new and interesting how Yoon Joo-ho, despite being ordered around, was so obedient. Of course, he was barely holding himself back.
Yoon Joo-ho climbed onto the mattress and sat facing Song Hyun-soo. He opened the box and picked out an XL-sized condom and lubricant. Song Hyun-soo patted him on the head.
“You’re so obedient. Good boy, my Crown Prince.”
Yoon Joo-ho instantly grabbed Song Hyun-soo’s wrist and squeezed it so hard his bones ached.
“Can you handle the consequences of your teasing?”
His sharp gaze was thrilling.
This suited Yoon Joo-ho.
“Don’t you know? I’m deliberately provoking you.”
At Song Hyun-soo’s provocation, Yoon Joo-ho bared his teeth and grinned.
As he burrowed between Song Hyun-soo’s legs, it started with a kiss. He said he didn’t set the mood with men, he’s really progressed. But those thoughts in his head didn’t last long.
Lips met and parted, then met again, the sweet sound of tongues brushing against each other tickling the ears. The ebb and flow of the kiss, soft as if holding clouds, then becoming impossibly fierce, made Song Hyun-soo’s mind reel.
“Mmm, mm…”
A sensual caress, awakening and heightening pleasure with lips and tongue.
It was a kiss like receiving fellatio. That’s how intense it was.
“You said you didn’t like penetration, but you like kissing, huh?”
Yoon Joo-ho pulled his lips away for a moment, forehead pressed against Song Hyun-soo’s, looking down at him with a crooked smile.
“I don’t really… like it.”
Song Hyun-soo denied it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“When you try to pull away, my tongue follows, right?”
“That never happened.”
“You get all huffy and stiff, but you melt like butter when I kiss you.”
“Ah, that’s because… Oop, ooh!”
Before Song Hyun-soo could retort that it was natural to melt when kissing someone you liked, Yoon Joo-ho kissed him again. Peck, peck, peck-peck… The barrage of kisses, too close to speak, felt somehow more embarrassing than the deep, tongue-lashing kiss.
Yoon Joo-ho nuzzled the tip of Song Hyun-soo’s nose and chuckled softly, as if to soothe him.
“Don’t get worked up. I mean it’s fun.”
The lips that were about to retort, What’s the point if I’m just fun to you?, were swallowed by him. Every time his tongue delved into his mouth, his mind became clouded, just as it always did, never tiring. He lost all will, becoming soft and yielding.
“Mmm…”
He didn’t care anymore.
He admitted it. He liked Yoon Joo-ho’s kisses. He could do it all day.
His eyelids grew heavy, but his arms tightened around the pillow. His toes couldn’t stay still either, wiggling.
“Mm. Hh, ng.”
Filling Song Hyun-soo’s mouth, shaking it, touching it, rubbing it… Yoon Joo-ho pulled away the pillow separating them. When Song Hyun-soo tensed to keep it, he snatched it away in an instant and tossed it somewhere on the mattress.
As soon as the obstacle was removed, his hand burrowed under Song Hyun-soo’s t-shirt. Fingertips, urgent, traced a path up his chest to find his nipple. Finding the small nub of flesh, he gripped the skin around it and twisted it, hard enough to hurt.
“Ugh, oop!”
His mouth was stuffed full, unable to even let out a proper groan. It felt as if the stifled sound was being shoved down his throat by Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue.
Click. The sound of Yoon Joo-ho opening a jar of lube with one hand made Song Hyun-soo’s nerves instantly sharpen.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, warming the lube in his palm to avoid a chill, slipped into Song Hyun-soo’s lower garments without hesitation. Song Hyun-soo’s arousal intensified further. The sensation of Yoon Joo-ho’s skin directly against his penis was burning, like a scald. He almost thrashed in resistance.
“Hh, hh… Ha.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s brow furrowed as he explored Song Hyun-soo’s entire lower half, from his penis to his testicles, as if searching for something. Then, finally, he pulled his tongue out of Song Hyun-soo’s mouth.
“…What is this?”
Song Hyun-soo didn’t have the capacity to grasp the situation. He was struggling just to catch his breath, limp and exhausted.
As if punishing him, Yoon Joo-ho squeezed Song Hyun-soo’s penis tightly with his warm, lubed hand, his expression grim.
“Hey, where are your briefs?”
“Ah!”
The fact that he wasn’t wearing underwear finally dawned on him.
But there was no time to resist. Yoon Joo-ho grabbed the back of his waistband and yanked hard. His lower garments, pulled down to his knees, exposed his penis and buttocks completely.
Song Hyun-soo tried to cover himself by pulling down the hem of his t-shirt, but Yoon Joo-ho mercilessly grabbed his wrist. His grip was so strong it felt like he would break it.
“Ah… It hurts… I said it hurts.”
The force was far too much for someone writhing in arousal during sex. Yet, Yoon Joo-ho seemed not to see Song Hyun-soo’s pain. He didn’t seem to hear his voice complaining of pain. Without any control over his strength, he stared intently at Song Hyun-soo’s lower half.
“You opened the door like this?”
His voice was agitated, as if angry. It was almost trembling.
“What if it was someone else, not me?”
“You can’t even see it. Stop saying weird things… Mm, hoo.”
Yoon Joo-ho covered his lips. He immediately thrust his tongue in, filling his mouth and swirling it around wildly. Ah… He wasn’t angry, he was aroused.
While his mouth was being covered, Yoon Joo-ho’s hand slipped into his anus, searching for the opening and sliding deeper behind his testicles.
“Hk! Hup!”
His middle finger slid into the already softened opening without any resistance. Song Hyun-soo’s hips arched at the sensation of a part of Yoon Joo-ho entering his body.
“Hh-hk. Just… just a moment…”
As another finger entered immediately after, Song Hyun-soo grabbed Yoon Joo-ho’s arm and went limp, but it was no use.
Inside, his two fingers spread apart, widening the gap.
“It’s this wide open. And you came out to open the door like this? What would have happened if it wasn’t me?”
“But it was you, Senior, so it doesn’t matter… Hh-hk, hup.”
Song Hyun-soo couldn’t finish his sentence and covered his mouth. His inner flesh was already sensitive from masturbation, and he couldn’t resist the pleasure his fingers created as they touched and probed. His jaw and nose tensed involuntarily.
“Fuck, it’s still wet in here.”
Yoon Joo-ho whispered painfully, burying his lips at the base of Song Hyun-soo’s neck. He traced his tongue up his neck, licking his skin deeply, then deliberately thrust his fingers inside, making squelching sounds, and bit Song Hyun-soo’s ear.
“Hh-h, hk. Hup. Ah.”
He could feel the fluid inside him leaking out with every deep thrust of his fingers.
“This isn’t from some other guy, right?”
“Seriously, what bullshit… Mph! Mmm. Hm.”
This guy. When cornered, he just shuts me up with a kiss…
He was clearly annoyed. But the movement of his tongue, caressing the inside of his cheek and scraping his palate, was intoxicating. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Yoon Joo-ho’s neck again. His throat vibrated deeply, and his eyelids grew heavy with languor.
“Were you like this the whole time we were talking?”
“Hh-h, hk. Ha.”
“Pretending to be fine on the outside. You took off your underwear, and it was this wet inside?”
With his fingers fully inserted, he squeezed Song Hyun-soo’s lower belly, muttering curses.
He thought Yoon Joo-ho would tease and laugh. He hadn’t expected him to get so aroused by him not wearing underwear. I’ll endure it, and then… hey…
“Haa! Kh, hk!”
Song Hyun-soo tilted his head back, lifting his chin, and squeezed his eyes shut.
His fingers began to move in and out of his hole at a rapid pace.
His back, leaning against the wall, began to slide down. Yoon Joo-ho completely removed Song Hyun-soo’s lower garments, which had been awkwardly resting on his calves, and tossed them aside. He retrieved the pillow he had thrown away earlier and placed it behind his head.
The fingertips, stroking upwards as if pushing up the inner wall, scraping his flesh from bottom to top, precisely stimulated the spot that could bring pleasure even to a man receiving penetration. Song Hyun-soo writhed, arching his back at the indescribable, strange sensation.
“Ah, k… I, I can’t believe it…”
“What?”
“Senior’s… fingers.”
Yoon Joo-ho brushed Song Hyun-soo’s sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead. Song Hyun-soo, his lips parched, stared with wide eyes and mouth, shaking his head as if seeing a hallucination.
“When you do it… I don’t feel this… Hk. Ha!”
Every time the cluster of fingers thrusting inside hit the entrance, it was maddening. It felt like he was being penetrated.
Even though he was being penetrated from behind, his front was hardening. There was no way to resist the friction against his prostate. His heels lifted, and the inner thighs spasmed. He gripped Yoon Joo-ho’s massive shoulders, putting force into his fingertips. He clung to him as if begging for mercy. Yoon Joo-ho’s muscles were rigid, as if about to flick his fingers away.
Rubbing his erect penis against Song Hyun-soo’s thighs, Yoon Joo-ho’s hips were already bucking back and forth.
I want to push this inside your body and thrust.
He was colliding with him with his entire being.