By Zephyria 
Stroking his calves and the backs of his knees under the gown, he intently observed the intriguing phenomenon before him.
How did he manage to cram everything into this small piece of fabric? The pouch was taut, about to burst. It seemed like a part of his testicles would spill out any second.
The pubic hair around the pouch, smaller than the palm of his hand, was neatly trimmed. Yoon Joo-ho raised his head to look up at his lover.
“The hair? Did you shave it yourself?”
Song Hyun-soo nodded, and Yoon Joo-ho muttered a curse.
“Shit, I should have looked at that first.”
He pulled on the waist he was embracing. Song Hyun-soo was drawn between Yoon Joo-ho’s spread knees. He kissed the flat, muscular lower abdomen. With reverence, with adoration. Song Hyun-soo stroked Yoon Joo-ho’s hair. As if bestowing mercy.
“Umm… Hiss.”
Song Hyun-soo’s breathing had already begun to falter.
It was a signal that they were entering sex.
Looking up from below, the volume of his chest muscles was even more pronounced. As soon as he felt the urge to suck on them, Yoon Joo-ho’s center throbbed between his legs.
As if reading his emotions, Song Hyun-soo bent down. He kissed the lower part of the bulging muscle and rubbed his nose against it, inhaling the scent. The hand that had been stroking his hair gained strength.
He teased him by only licking around the areola before finally taking the nipple into his mouth.
“Ah…!”
A moan of pleasure.
He pursed his lips and sucked hard. He vigorously inhaled his chest, using the force of his tongue and palate to create pressure.
With both hands, he caressed the buttocks exposed above the straps. They were magnificent buttocks, so much so that they overflowed even when he spread his fingers wide. He savored the dizzying curves and volume created by the soft yet firm flesh. Then, in an instant, he squeezed the flesh with force. He bared his teeth and bit down on the nipple he was sucking, as if to tear it off.
He was already consumed with the thought of shoving his cock in and fucking him like crazy.
“Heeuuhss…”
Song Hyun-soo gripped Yoon Joo-ho’s hair. Bent over and standing awkwardly, he almost embraced Yoon Joo-ho’s head as he sucked on his nipple so hard that his cheeks were pressed against him.
Yoon Joo-ho scraped his tongue across his nipple in his mouth. The flesh, quickly swelling from the intense sucking, bounced against the tip of his tongue, which darted back and forth like a snake.
“Aah, hiss! Ugh, heuk.”
The arm that Song Hyun-soo had around Yoon Joo-ho’s head continued to tighten. His body was leaning more and more as if his legs were giving way. Yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off his chest, or rather, Yoon Joo-ho’s face.
Like a beast licking a wound, Yoon Joo-ho stuck out his tongue and meticulously applied saliva to his nipple. All the while squeezing both cheeks of his buttocks.
The nipple, covered in saliva and rounded into a ball, looked even more lewd than usual. Yoon Joo-ho looked up at his lover.
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Wha… What are you talking about.”
“My face sucking on your chest. You always stare intently.”
“N-No, I don’t.”
“Y-You do.”
Chop, he kissed the nipple one last time and then grabbed the glass that was on the table and emptied the remaining champagne. Then, he immediately stood up, wrapped his arms around Song Hyun-soo’s waist, and kissed him, pouring the liquid in his mouth into him.
“Euup, eum. Heup.”
He gulped and eagerly drank it, but some of the liquid he couldn’t swallow dripped down the corner of his mouth. Yoon Joo-ho licked it up with his tongue.
While firmly grasping his buttocks over the gown and rubbing them in circles, he deeply licked his ear with his tongue.
“You’re weakest at your ears and chest.”
“Eueu, hiss.”
Pushed back by the force, Song Hyun-soo stumbled backward. The bed was just a few steps behind.
The hand that had been caressing his buttocks dug between his cheeks.
“Haaah!”
While grinding his fingertips over the area where the hole was hidden, Yoon Joo-ho whispered in his ear.
“The sound you make when I suck your chest… it feels like it comes from here.”
“What the…! You’re definitely a pervert, Sunbae.”
Song Hyun-soo raised his arm to cover his face and shouted. He tried to escape by leaning his upper body back, but Yoon Joo-ho didn’t release his waist.
“It’s better than only having boring sex with you and being a pervert somewhere else.”
“Isn’t there an option where you’re not a pervert?”
Wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, Yoon Joo-ho pressed his forehead against his.
“You don’t hate playing perverted with me, though.”
Yoon Joo-ho grabbed the gown that had already slipped halfway off one shoulder and ripped it off in one swift motion. And then, for the second time today, he threw him onto the bed.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hungry eyes relentlessly scanned the sight of his lover lying on the pristine white linen in sexy lingerie.
He didn’t think it was garish or vulgar at all.
Song Hyun-soo aroused Yoon Joo-ho’s desire in a completely different way than before.
It wasn’t a one-dimensional action that visually stimulated the man and immediately aroused his desire. If the person in front of him was someone other than Song Hyun-soo, he wouldn’t have felt this desire while looking at that appearance. Rather, it would have cooled down.
The desire to draw out a side of Song Hyun-soo that even he himself, or any partner he had sex with, didn’t know. And through that, the desire to possess him in a way that Yoon Joo-ho himself had never experienced.
In a sense, he felt that tonight could be their first night.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had climbed onto the bed, grabbed one side of the Handcuffs trimmed with pink faux fur and spun it around.
“Shall we make a bet?”
“What kind of bet?”
Song Hyun-soo, who had been lying disheveled, hesitantly raised his upper body. Yoon Joo-ho sat in front of him, buried his lips in his shoulder, and kissed him along his skin.
“Who can hold out longer.”
“……”
“The game where the first person to want to put it in loses.”
“I feel like I already know without even betting?”
Song Hyun-soo chuckled as he turned to look at Yoon Joo-ho, who was kissing his shoulder.
“It’s always Sunbae who pounces first.”
Click. With a cold, metallic sound, Handcuffs were fastened on Song Hyun-soo’s right wrist. Song Hyun-soo’s expression was peculiar. He had underestimated it as a toy, but seeing it fastened on his wrist, he had a strange curiosity on his face.
Yoon Joo-ho deliberately grabbed his other wrist more roughly and fastened the Handcuffs on his left as well. And then he stared down at him intently from above.
“Who’s the one who can’t even stand foreplay and throws a fit to put it in quickly?”
“Alright. Let’s do it, the bet.”
Haa…
Suddenly feeling complicated, Yoon Joo-ho raised one knee, rested his arm on it, and shook his head.
“Why are you sighing again when I said let’s do it?”
“Is it just me you’re like this with?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you only easy in front of me?”
Song Hyun-soo smiled slyly, pulling his wrists taut in both directions with the Handcuffs on.
“Are you asking because you don’t know? No matter how much of a toy it is, other guys can’t put this on me.”
Yoon Joo-ho grabbed his bare waist and lifted him up to stand on his knees.
“The moment you say you want me to put it in, it’s over.”
“Alright. The moment Sunbae puts anything in me, whether it’s a finger or anything else, it’s over for you.”
The rules were set.
No kissing on the lips. No finger insertion below.
Yoon Joo-ho, who was intently looking at Song Hyun-soo in an almost naked state with Handcuffs on, smiled mischievously.
“While we’re at it, shall we set the mood a bit?”
“How?”
“Instead of a safe word, we’ll decide on an insertion word.”
“What… word?”
Song Hyun-soo chuckled.
“Saying ‘Put it in’ is too obvious.”
“Um, how about Monroe Dad?”
“Monroe Dad?”
“Monroe Dad.”
Yoon Joo-ho, who nodded in agreement to the suggestion, picked up the Blindfold last.
“Do we have to wear a Blindfold too?”
“If we’re going to do it, we have to do it properly. Or, are you afraid you’ll lose?”
“Why is the conversation going that way?”
“You get excited quickly when you do it while looking at my face.”
“Ha, put it on right now.”
The Blindfold approached Song Hyun-soo’s eyelids, who confidently shouted. The last thing he saw was Yoon Joo-ho’s face, silently laughing.
Looking down, he could faintly see light through the gap between the Blindfold and the bridge of his nose. But that was all. The width of the lace fabric covering his eyes was quite wide, making it impossible to see beyond that.