By Zephyria Joo-oh washed for exactly 48 minutes. No, he played.
It was only after waiting for a long time that he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy gown.
His face was flushed from how much hot water he had used.
The way he crawled onto the bed in that state was just like a white-furred animal.
His moist, soft body clung to him. Jin Mu-hae pretended not to notice and flinched as he was looking at his pad.
“Darling?”
“Umm. Not yet.”
“Then watch TV and play.”
“Uuuuum.”
Joo-oh made an ambiguous expression as if something was not to his liking. His gaze was fixed on Mu-hae’s hand.
Touch me. He didn’t open his mouth, but his eyes were saying so.
“What did you do so well?”
Even while grumbling, Mu-hae willingly reached out his hand.
It was true that he had attracted unnecessary attention at the noodle restaurant, but he had been well-behaved without any major accidents.
Besides, he had acted admirably when he met the researcher. After a series of regression incidents, he became as normal as ever.
So, there was no reason not to stroke his hair.
As soon as his hand touched him, Joo-oh let out a short laugh and immediately made a satisfied face.
“My face, too.”
At the mumbling voice, Mu-hae cupped his warm cheeks.
“I feel good when I’m with Jin Mu-hae.”
Joo-oh smiled brightly and closed his eyes. Whenever he was so honest, Mu-hae felt a tickling sensation deep inside his chest.
What should he call this? A feeling of throbbing inside his sternum?
In contrast, his mood was surprisingly stable, so he felt like he could put up with even the most annoying things in the world a few times.
So Mu-hae became lenient for a moment. He began to listen to every word Joo-oh said, which he usually ignored.
“I like Jin Mu-hae.”
“More than the bathtub?”
“I like Jin Mu-hae more.”
Joo-oh, who stubbornly insisted, rubbed his forehead against the collar of Mu-hae’s gown.
His hair touched his bare skin, tickling him. A sweet scent wafted over him, and Mu-hae felt the back of his neck heat up for no reason.
He was already nestled in his arms. He faced Mu-hae, who was leaning against the head of the bed, and clung to him like a koala.
“Don’t stick too close.”
Mu-hae said calmly, hiding his embarrassment. As expected, Joo-oh didn’t seem to have brought his underwear.
Every time he moved, his bare skin was slightly visible. When the pink nipples on his white chest were fleetingly revealed, Mu-hae’s gaze immediately went there.
‘……This.’
He didn’t mean to, but a stimulating memory flashed before his eyes.
When he had caressed Joo-oh’s chest before, he had liked it, making panting sounds……?
‘Damn it.’
The thoughts that had been filled with mysterious researchers immediately went awry. Unintentionally, lewd feelings began to creep into his head.
The nipples that kept appearing so precariously made him want to bite down on them.
Damn it. He felt like he was going to relapse into a bad habit. Joo-oh smiled brightly, unaware of what Mu-hae was thinking.
Jin Mu-hae tried to hold back, clenching his teeth, but soon he was drawn to touch Joo-oh’s waist.
“Heueung.”
As he subtly rubbed the inside of his gown, Joo-oh snuggled even deeper with a silly grin.
At the same time, his subtle lower body was right up against him.
“Where are you rubbing?”
He tried to point it out calmly, but his hair was already standing on end.
He really didn’t intend to do this, even after coming to a strange city. His damn lower abdomen began to harden.
“Aren’t you going to put on clothes?”
As Joo-oh fidgeted, the loose gown opened along his legs.
It was definitely his bare crotch, with not a single hair, that was touching Mu-hae’s underwear.
The thought of that made him feel like stars were flashing before his eyes. Unlike his words, Mu-hae moved his hand, savoring the smooth skin.
He could gradually feel the volume of his sensitive lower body. Joo-oh was getting excited.
More than anything else, that fact felt like a fire was being lit.
“……What did I do to make you hard?”
Mu-hae raised one eyebrow, even though he was the one who touched him first.
Joo-oh’s red eyes were dazed, as if he liked that resolute expression.
“I don’t know.”
He barely managed to mumble before grabbing Mu-hae’s gown and pulling it open. Before he could stop him, his cheek pressed firmly against his chest.
“Because I like Jin Mu-hae. That’s why it turned out like this.”
The way he mumbled an explanation with his face pressed against him was serious in its own way, which was a little funny.
His patience kept collapsing only in front of him. As Mu-hae gently stroked his waist again, Joo-oh began to rub his hips, groaning.
“Want me to touch you?”
He finally asked slyly. Despite the sinister intention, the round head nodded just fine.
“Where?”
“Here, euung.”
Joo-oh grabbed Mu-hae’s hand and brought it to his chest. He really didn’t know shame more and more.
Mu-hae pretended not to understand and just fiddled with his areola, letting out a smirk.
Joo-oh was pouting with a frustrated face. As if he knew that he knew he was doing it on purpose.
As if taking revenge, he wrapped his legs around Mu-hae even tighter. His crushed lower body immediately wriggled, and a tingling pleasure washed over him.
“Where, haa. Are you pressing without permission?”
A tingling sensation ran down his spine. He hadn’t touched him much lately, but he didn’t know he would be so impatient.
Until now, Mu-hae had always been the one to touch him unilaterally. He groped, pressed, and rubbed his dick between his legs, just because he liked being touched.
Did he just recognize it as a good act? Joo-oh’s eyes were flushed with heat as he begged for sensitive contact.
He pulled down the gown that had almost fallen off himself. His reddened body fell into Mu-hae’s grasp like vines.
“We’re going out early tomorrow.”
“You’re not.”
“How do you know if I’m not?”
“Because Jin Mu-hae didn’t pack his things in advance, hua.”
Joo-oh gave a clear answer with hazy eyes. He was going to gently coax him and move on, but it seemed like he couldn’t.
Damn it. This was his fault. He seduced him first. Finally, Mu-hae began to justify himself as if it was flowing naturally and began to caress his naked body.
When his hand, which had been gnawing at his chest, grabbed his hardened nipple,
“Heeuk, euung…….”
Joo-oh twisted his waist and whined. His red lips were soon wet with saliva.
“Good smell.”
Joo-oh mumbled and put his mouth on Mu-hae’s neck.
He was only biting his skin with his lips, but he suddenly trembled and stopped.
A lot of sticky liquid spilled onto Mu-hae’s crotch. As expected of him, it was a copious and impatient ejaculation.
“The smell is strong…….”
Who was he to say that someone else’s body odor was strong? Joo-oh, with a half-crazed face, sniffed around his collarbone and staggered down.
Just as he thought his body, which had been pressed tightly against him, was falling backward, he slowly lowered his head as he had a bad feeling.
Joo-oh’s gaze was directed at Mu-hae’s dick that had come out of his underwear. A hot breath blew on his lower body.
“Joo-oh.”
He remembered regretting shoving his dick into his tender throat. Since that day, Joo-oh had often tried to open his mouth.
He immediately tried to stop him, but he didn’t seem to listen. Well, Mu-hae had to admit that he had honestly liked it too.
How thrilling would it be if that moist and hot mouth, that elastic throat, constricted and swallowed his slippery shaft?
As he hesitated, unable to push away the surging desire, Joo-oh bit his underwear like a beast.
He licked the soaked cloth a few times and pulled the elastic band with his teeth.
Tung, the long-awaited huge dick popped out, slapping his pretty face.
“Are you okay…… Keuk.”
Before he could even ask if he was okay, a warm and soft flesh enveloped his penis.
At the same time, an intense pleasure washed over him, making his eyes pop. Chulgeok, jureureu. The squelching sound was mixed with the ringing in his ears.
It was amazing. Joo-oh swallowed the menacing dick completely with his small mouth.
As Mu-hae took a rough breath and pressed his head against his lower body, Pueok.
“Uueuh.”
Where had his attempts to stop him gone? The tip of his penis was stuck inside his throat, past his mouth.
The self-loathing of shoving something into a soft throat was useless at this moment.
“Haa, euk…… Don’t use your teeth.”
Now even giving instructions, Jin Mu-hae moved his waist. It was too much, but his reason wasn’t listening.
He was just stroking the face of the feverish person with care and slowly fucking him.
“Uueung.”
Then, as his throat constricted with a gulping sound, his vision turned white. Mu-hae let out a groan and grabbed Joo-oh’s hair.
Ulkeok, the thick liquid that he hadn’t been able to release for a while was poured into Joo-oh’s throat.
His pale fingers trembled as he reached his climax. It was a disgustingly fast ejaculation.
“Stop, haa…… That’s enough.”
Joo-oh swallowed it without coughing and rolled his tongue under his dick.
Mu-hae shuddered at the intense stimulation and pulled his lower body back.
The thick shaft, which had just ejaculated, was hardening again.
He wanted to turn him over and fuck him anywhere. He wanted to put aside work and rub his tender skin roughly…….
“Euueum. Jin Mu-hae.”
But his smooth face put on the brakes. Unlike when he retorted with a hateful tone, his expression was so innocent that Mu-hae couldn’t do anything that would surprise him.
“Get up.”
So, instead of crushing him, he lifted him up and sat him on top of him.
Joo-oh blinked his eyes, but obediently climbed onto his lap.
“I’ll touch your bottom too.”
“I like it.”
Joo-oh had a happy face at that. It was as if he had received a reward even though he had acted arbitrarily.