By Zephyria “No need to pretend.”
“Ugh.”
“After we both acted like that…”
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand twitched again. With his palm rubbing the inner flesh of his groin and his fingers stimulating the prostate inside, Song Hyun-soo had no choice but to cling to Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulder. Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes, glinting in the darkness, watched Song Hyun-soo from a distance where their breaths could touch.
Then, with a grin, he added.
“It was the best, wasn’t it?”
“Hck, hck…”
Looking up at his features from every angle, Song Hyun-soo nodded.
How the other person would express their lines, how they would move. They hadn’t rehearsed the choreography beforehand. Everything flowed naturally within a single breath.
It wasn’t like they were acting as Baek Kang and Lee San according to the script; it was as if they had become Baek Kang and Lee San.
Even when they switched lines at the end, neither of them was flustered.
Complete communion with the co-actor. It was a more thrilling orgasm than any sex they had had before.
As he recalled that moment, his hips vibrated once more. Perhaps it was because Yoon Joo-ho’s fingers were still moving inside.
Song Hyun-soo thrust his hips and gripped Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulder. Even without being touched, his penis was hard. It was due to the prostate stimulation. The pleasure, entirely different in intensity from when he touched himself, surged from the center of his body, from where Yoon Joo-ho’s fingers were circling, pushing, and gently scraping.
“Ah, wait, Su-sunbae, I really can’t… anymore. Take it out. Quickly.”
Panicked, Song Hyun-soo reached his hand between his legs to push Yoon Joo-ho’s wrist down.
“I don’t want to go alone like this.”
His lower abdomen and groin were soaked with the abundant pre-cum. Yoon Joo-ho’s face contorted in pain as he looked down at Song Hyun-soo’s hand frantically caressing his own lower body.
He seemed to be in conflict, whether to push all the way or let go at this point.
“Ah! Haa… Ugh.”
His fingers slid out of his body, causing a strange pleasure as they swirled and rubbed inside.
Haa…
And with a sigh that seemed to sink the earth, Yoon Joo-ho buried his face in Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder and collapsed. His body, completely limp, had considerable weight.
No lubricant, no condom. It was realistically impossible to go for penetrative sex in this car. Yoon Joo-ho surely knew that.
*Hoo, he exhaled and sat up. He pushed himself up, gripping the shoulder of the seatback, and reached towards the third row. He seemed to be searching for something in a large bag.
His chest was before Song Hyun-soo’s eyes, and his erect penis, peeking out from his zipper, swayed between Song Hyun-soo’s chest and abdomen.
To Song Hyun-soo, who had been on the verge of ejaculation and then braked, it looked irresistibly tempting.
He pushed up his sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath, then cupped Yoon Joo-ho’s shaft in his hand. It was surprisingly thick and hard, and astonishingly long, but thanks to its beautiful color and curve, his member was not at all grotesque. Moreover, considering the face of the person dangling this between his legs, the scale of the penis that might inspire fear was not an issue.
Just touching it with his hand and rubbing it against his skin made it sexy because it was big.
But thinking about putting it inside his body…
Sliding his hand down the penis he held, Song Hyun-soo rubbed its glans against his own skin. His chest pounded with excitement. He wanted to rub it against his nipples too, but his position was just a little too far.
Yoon Joo-ho, glancing down at what Song Hyun-soo was doing, laughed incredulously.
Then, unable to find what he was looking for, he finally muttered a curse and ran his hands through his hair.
Returning to his seat, Yoon Joo-ho grabbed the back of his knit top and pulled it over his head.
“You were playing with yourself just fine with mine.”
Song Hyun-soo, whose penis had been taken from his grasp, rubbed his palm, wet with Yoon Joo-ho’s pre-cum, on his own stomach.
“It’s the fault of the person who left it unattended. You stopped right before, so I was already itching… itching…”
Seeing Yoon Joo-ho with his erect penis leading the way through the unzipped fly of his pants after taking off his top, Song Hyun-soo was mesmerized. He felt an urge to grab his arm and pull him closer. He exuded a sexiness that made him want to roll around with him.
He had such a foolish thought that perhaps, with such a sexy man’s penis, it would just slide in easily no matter how big it was.
The man then brought his knit top and placed it beneath Song Hyun-soo, who recoiled in shock.
“What are you doing…! Just use mine! Mine is cheap!”
Yoon Joo-ho grabbed Song Hyun-soo’s arm as he was about to take off his top and frowned.
“I don’t know who’s ruining the mood.”
Then he tilted his head.
“Do I look that difficult?”
“…”
“I’m not at a level where you need to worry about money with someone you’re doing this with.”
“『It’s a bit funny for guys to do this. We’re not dating, after all.』”
That was another memorable line from Yoon Joo-ho that followed.
‘Someone you’re doing this with.’
It was perhaps a natural expression since they weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but for someone who had realized their feelings, it left a bitter taste.
However, there was no time to dwell on that thought.
He roughly wiped Song Hyun-soo’s wet lower half and moved in close. Although it was a spacious reclining seat, two adult men tangled together would have to endure some discomfort. Yoon Joo-ho removed the central armrest and positioned himself by extending his left leg between the seats.
Then he gripped both his penis and Song Hyun-soo’s.
As if testing, he slowly moved his hips back and then pushed them up repeatedly.
“Hhh… Hck. Hck.”
The pleasure of rubbing their penises directly against each other was immense. Song Hyun-soo trembled, groaning with his lips tightly shut. His body was actually shaking.
“Sip… Hh. Hoo.”
He tightly gripped Yoon Joo-ho’s bare shoulder and fixed his gaze below. His slick, thick glans receded and then writhed, surging upwards. Each time, his urethra pulsed, leaking clear pre-cum.
It seemed like the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Song Hyun-soo, his eyes wide like a witness to an unbelievable moment, rubbed his mouth with one hand and muttered unconsciously.
“Hah, fuck.”
Yoon Joo-ho pulled Song Hyun-soo’s right hand down.
“Hold on.”
To prevent the two masses of flesh from slipping apart, Song Hyun-soo firmly clasped them with both hands.
Yoon Joo-ho gripped the shoulder of the seatback with his right hand and began to thrust his hips in earnest.
“Hck! Hck. Hck.”
He drove into Song Hyun-soo, who was reclined at a 160-degree angle, with such force that it felt like he would break him. His sex style was completely different from his appearance.
The recliner felt like it would be ripped out. Or at least something would break.
The Escalade began to shake. Whether the air suspension was functioning or not, even without the engine running, he didn’t know… In any case, this car, so large it was said to be like a tank, groaned and swayed. As if he were being violated.
“Khrr, hck. Tkh… Hck.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had been on the verge of ejaculation, felt like he was about to reach his climax. He wanted to cover his mouth with his hands, but he couldn’t let go of the two rubbing penises. His face contorted, trying to suppress the scream that was about to burst out, and he bit his lower lip fiercely.
“Ugh, um. Ooh.”
Recognizing this, Yoon Joo-ho pressed his lips together. He thrust his tongue in without restraint. It felt like his throat was filled with him. He could no longer think anything.
He spread his legs and wrapped them around Yoon Joo-ho’s waist.
Due to the cramped space, his left knee hit the door hard once. But such physical limitations only made the moment more vivid.
Every time he thrust his hips with their groins pressed together, his entire body tingled from the tips of his toes to the tip of his penis. He unconsciously sucked Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue in his mouth.
“Mmm, m. Mm. Hck!”
Thump, thump, thump. He moved his hips faster. Song Hyun-soo’s hands, gripping their two penises, were slick with pre-cum. The friction of penis against penis, rubbing against each other, was in a sense no different from sex.
It was the same in that the vibrations created by his hip movements were transmitted directly into his body. It felt like actual sex. The moment he felt that, his rear clenched powerfully.
“Hck. K… Um. Hmm!”
Song Hyun-soo, frantically tightening his legs around his waist, reached his climax.
“Haa, hh. Ugh. Hh.”
Yoon Joo-ho pulled Song Hyun-soo’s hands, which were thrusting his hips, to his back and slipped his arm under Song Hyun-soo’s body, pulling him tightly into an embrace.
“Hck.”
Even without holding it, their lower abdomens and penises were pressed tightly together. In that state, he thrust his hips, pressing his penis. Song Hyun-soo’s breathing trembled as he endured the force. It felt like being crushed and roughly shoved while being pressed down. And Yoon Joo-ho also ejaculated a large amount of semen.
Having reached his climax, he lay panting on top of Song Hyun-soo for a while. Then he slowly rubbed his body. He enjoyed the afterglow, reaching inside Song Hyun-soo’s disheveled shirt to caress his sides and chest.
Shhh…
Only then did the sound of the waves reach his ears.
With hazy eyes, Song Hyun-soo looked out at the darkness beyond the car window. Embracing Yoon Joo-ho’s limp head in his arms, he toyed with the edge of his ear.
The work titled
Suddenly, he remembered what the director had said after the first script reading.
“『I don’t need puppets who will implement the script without a single comma or word out of place. Whether San becomes a puppet or breathes life into the screen, that depends solely on actor Song Hyun-soo.’』”
He felt he understood, even if only vaguely, what that meant. His own Lee San. A Song Hyun-soo’s Lee San, one that only he could create.
If the other person hadn’t been Yoon Joo-ho, would he have been able to reach this moment? Even if he had, it would have taken more time.
He had been acting for 30 years, but for Yoon Joo-ho, this was his first film.
For Song Hyun-soo, who had been lingering on the fringes of the film industry for years, this was his first official film.
At least, he sensed that
This was their ‘first film’ that they would never forget.
Song Hyun-soo, who had been rubbing Yoon Joo-ho’s earlobe, gently pressed his lips into his hair.
“Are you tired?”
“Not really. It’s not time to sleep yet.”
Of course. They would probably fall asleep exhausted only after the early morning had passed. Just like he had.
Looking down at the long eyelashes of Yoon Joo-ho lying in his arms, he listened to the sound of the waves.
“If you’re not tired, let’s go to your place, sunbae.”
“…”
“I want it too.”
For you to enter me.
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