By Zephyria When had that damn thing been here? Mu-hae almost grimaced without realizing it.
He remembered tossing it down haphazardly when he got home the day he was looking for Return flight information in Sakdal.
After that, it must have been pushed under the bed like other things he didn’t want to see right away but couldn’t just throw away.
Joo-oh had gone out of his way to drag out and show off the eyesore that had been left in that space of oblivion.
The existence of the imitation penis, which had been unclear until it was unwrapped, was now established before Mu-hae’s eyes.
“You… who told you to touch this?”
“It’s Jin Mu-hae’s.”
“You shouldn’t touch other people’s things, especially. And it’s not mine.”
“Jin Mu-hae bought it.”
Joo-oh picked up the square box and tapped the clear plastic part. The silicone mass wiggled in response to the movement.
The toy, with veins popping out and bumps all over, was as flexible and bouncy as the sample Joo-oh had been holding that day.
While he was at it, Joo-oh unwrapped the package, revealing the realistically rendered testicle area. ‘Monster in Another Dream’. The visuals were as hideous as the ominous name.
A pure white hand grabbed the reddish pillar and waved it back and forth in front of his eyes. The heavy mass brushed past his ear, making a faint whooshing sound.
“Why are you waving it around?”
“Diyoong. Diyoong.”
It was a truly dog-like sight.
“It reminded me of what was on Jin Mu-hae’s body. Because it’s similar to this.”
Joo-oh pointed to the tube and chattered, making him feel even more gloomy. What was on his body that day wasn’t this dirty lubricant, but a bluish mucus.
In terms of hygiene, the latter was dirtier, but if he thought about having touched it directly, the former didn’t seem much better.
“Who told you to open this without permission?”
He was half-sure, but the seal on the lid was definitely broken. Joo-oh must have touched it.
He probably didn’t use it for its intended purpose, but just played around with it out of curiosity.
“I was just curious. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the tube and squeezed the contents onto his hand. The translucent liquid dripped and pooled in his cupped palm.
The color was such that it looked like he had received someone’s load. Mu-hae raised one eyebrow and quickly picked up the fake penis and put it away.
When he woke up, he would have to cut it into pieces and throw it away. After all, the place he worked was a garbage dump.
“Go wash your hands. How can you touch something without knowing what it is?”
“Mating.”
Mu-hae, who was about to crumple the bag while scolding him, froze. He narrowed his brows and turned to Joo-oh, who was smiling slyly as he played with the sticky liquid in his hands, squeezing and releasing it.
“It’s for mating.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m not stupid.”
He rubbed the sticky hand on his leg. He had forgotten that he wasn’t wearing pants and was only wearing someone else’s T-shirt. Or maybe he knew it and rubbed it on his bare skin anyway.
Seeing the fluid running down his smooth leg, Mu-hae suddenly felt a knot in his lower abdomen.
‘Not stupid, my ass.’
The guy who was shaking a dildo and playing with it until just now. He knew how to use it and was making a fuss with a proud face.
The disjointed conversation had become more natural, and it had been a while since he had looked like a proper human being.
He thought that maybe some of his memories had returned, but Joo-oh was still lacking something to Mu-hae.
“But it’s very different from the real thing. It doesn’t smell like Jin Mu-hae.”
“Shut up. Don’t spill it on the bed, just wipe it off.”
“Touch it.”
He told him to touch it and held out his bare leg. His glossy thighs looked fair and elastic.
It was a little past midnight and he had to get ready for work. He didn’t have much time to sleep because he had been putting up with the nonsense of the guy who was talking about Return flight.
He should be falling asleep right now, but Mu-hae felt saliva pooling under his tongue.
“Hurry.”
As if unable to resist the urging, he reached out to his leg. The slippery liquid touched his body temperature and became thinner, and his fingertips slid over the smooth skin.
Soon, Mu-hae began to caress and massage his moist and soft leg. As he used his thumb to wipe away the lubricant that was running down the inside of his leg, Joo-oh, who had been sitting quietly, flinched and smiled.
“Eung… Heu.”
He had an openly happy expression. His eyes narrowed and his mouth opened slightly. His soft tongue could be seen between his red lips.
Having already met those lips, he knew how soft and moist they were, and his throat felt parched.
Mu-hae glanced at the time and brought his hand between his legs. He quietly bit the inside of his cheek as he caressed the tender inner flesh that no one would normally touch.
He didn’t have much flesh, but why did it feel so good? What was even more pleasing was the way his face relaxed and smiled every time he touched him.
He spread his legs a little wider without caution. As if it was okay for Jin Mu-hae to do that. As if only Jin Mu-hae was allowed to touch him.
The hem of the T-shirt covering his lower body bulged slightly. He didn’t have to lift it up to know that he was hard down there.
Mu-hae pressed his lips tightly together and massaged his legs. It was time to wipe him down and get him to bed, but somehow his hands were now pressing on his round buttocks.
“Haha! Jin Mu-hae got more on me.”
His underwear was soaked with the remaining lubricant. The moisture, which he thought would dry quickly, remained stubbornly in his hands.
If he thought about cleaning up, it would be better to stop here, but a subtle impulse tickled him inside.
Then, Joo-oh lifted his T-shirt and exposed his front. He picked up the tube and squeezed it over his chest, then audaciously ordered.
“Touch here too.”
A milky white liquid flowed down next to the pinkish areola. At the sight of his eyes rolling back, Mu-hae gritted his teeth so hard that his jaw tightened and took a long, deep breath.
Thud, he finally pushed him away and pressed him onto the mattress. He couldn’t see the bedding getting wet anymore, let alone his usual patience.
“Heueu, eung…”
Joo-oh twisted his waist as he pulled his chest together and squeezed it. His nipples, which he hadn’t even touched yet, were erect.
“Jin Mu-hae got bigger too.”
Even after seeing the bulk on top of him, he smiled brightly and said such a thing. He was completely crazy.
“You put anything on your body without fear.”
“It’s not just anything. It’s Jin Mu-hae’s.”
“You knew what this was and you played with it by yourself, huh.”
“I was curious if this smelled like Jin Mu-hae too.”
There was no way it would. He couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous statement.
Mu-hae swallowed his heated breath and pressed his lower body against his crotch.
Eung, he was soon groaning and his face was turning red, which was a good sight. He probably didn’t mean to smile like that, but his curved eyes were very seductive.
“But I like the real Jin Mu-hae better.”
Heavy, strong-smelling, warm… The guy who had only squeezed out a little lubricant without even touching the dildo was stimulating him with all sorts of words.
It seemed like it wasn’t his fault. Mu-hae rubbed his lips over his chattering lips. Joo-oh blinked his eyes, then twitched his lips and licked his tongue.
He bit and pulled on the soft flesh and burrowed in after the sweet scent. He ran his tongue over his neat teeth and mixed his tongue deeply, and his head tingled with the warm, sticky mucous membrane.
Every time he rubbed him with the tip of his tongue, a watery sound echoed in his mouth. His lower body, which he had been pressing down on, had already become hard enough to be uncomfortable, and their things were poking each other.
“Hueuu… Eung.”
Chueup, when he stopped the embarrassing sound and pulled his face away, Joo-oh’s eyes were half-open. Hot breath escaped from his slightly redder lips.
Mu-hae lowered his soaked underwear and looked for the lubricant that was already half gone. He wanted to put his dick in that mouth without shame, but the legs that were spread towards him were too stimulating.
“Eueum. Cold.”
A white liquid was poured down on his twitching perineum. The tightly closed hole was covered in the flowing lubricant and began to wriggle little by little.
He didn’t know if it was right to feel that a man’s legs were pretty. Mu-hae pressed his fingertips into the hole that was contracting as if he was breathing.
Thanks to the help of the dark arts, two fingers easily dug inside. Joo-oh trembled as he hung his underwear on one ankle.
“But I like it…”
It was like a sigh. His breath was mixed with panting sounds.
“You like it? Where?”
“Heu… There. And eueum, there… Just everywhere.”
Like an honest impression, Joo-oh just liked it no matter where he touched him. He trembled his buttocks whether he grabbed his legs, rubbed and poked inside, or pressed his thumb on his sticky penis.
“Hic.”
When he rubbed his perineum, he shot his load without patience. It was a little thicker and warmer than the commercially available product, and it dripped down to Mu-hae’s chin.
“Hueuu, heu… Haha.”
“You little punk.”
“I got it on you.”
What was so good about spitting this stuff on someone else’s face and laughing like that? Mu-hae bit his guilty cheek hard and pulled out the finger he had inserted deeply.
He matched the tip of his penis to the hole that was gaping with regret and went in with force. Thud, Joo-oh gasped as the pillar was planted all the way to the root.
“Hieuk…!”
Joo-oh’s chest popped up as he bit down hard on the ominous thing below. It seemed like he made a squeaking sound for a moment.
His soft buttocks trembled and were pressed hard against the mattress. The thing he had shoved in was squeezing him so tightly that Mu-hae felt his eyes rolling back.
“Jin Mu-hae, hueuu, came all the way in here…”
Joo-oh regained his senses and mumbled as he stopped moving. His hand gestures pressing on his stomach, every word he said, seemed to be aimed at him.
Mu-hae grabbed his trembling waist with one hand and pulled his lower body back. Peoeok! When he shoved the half-pulled pillar back in, the inner wall twitched and wrapped around his penis.
Jjeolgeok, jjeogeok, the intense pleasure along with the lewd noise burned his brain as it traveled up his spine. There was no room for reason to intervene, whether it was his sleep time or going to work tomorrow.
Mu-hae pressed his half-turned eyes into the arms that were hugging him and frantically attached his lower body.
“Mating, eung, good, ah…”
Joo-oh’s words were cut off every time the hard dick pillar was shoved in as if hitting the inside.
His red eyes blurred and returned as he moved like a beast.
“Move. I need to change the sheets and go to work.”
“Why?”
“Is that even a question? It smells.”
Covering himself with the blanket that smelled of sex, Joo-oh ran off to the study.
Mu-hae followed him around the house without even fixing his disheveled hair.
When he finally took the blanket away, his swollen lips protruded.
“If you’re done getting ready to go out, don’t do anything stupid and get some sleep.”
“I’m not sleepy.”
Like a firm answer, Joo-oh’s complexion was glossy and good for someone who had only slept for about three hours.
Even Mu-hae had a little fatigue in his eyes, but he looked more energetic than usual.
Damn it. There was no problem with his physical strength, but he couldn’t save face like this. Mu-hae roughly threw the blanket aside and put on his orange work clothes.
He felt strange and turned his head to see Joo-oh sitting at the table, resting his chin on his hand and watching him.
“Do you think this is a strip show?”
“Strip show?”
He didn’t know what it was, but he looked happy. Mu-hae clicked his tongue, feeling like he had taught him a useless word, and hurriedly zipped up his zipper.