By Zephyria I don’t know anymore. A large, rough hand loses control and moves upward. Mu-hae moved his fingertips, tracing the contours of Joo-oh’s protruding ribs.
Joo-oh chuckled softly once more. His breath vibrated around his ear.
What kind of face is he making now? I know he’s probably got that usual feverish grin, but is he more satisfied than he was in Sakdal?
That’s what Joo-oh said back then. That Cheong isn’t Jin Mu-hae. That insignificant comparison heated the base of his spine. In the past few weeks, something that had been out of control wriggled and gained strength again.
Oblivious, Joo-oh pressed his lower body close. The pressure of his weight felt honestly good.
“Jin Mu-hae, it’s warmer without clothes.”
Is that something to say while rubbing his lips against bare skin? He’s acting like he’s trying to excite someone.
I know that’s not the case, but I started to rationalize it internally. It would be more of a problem if I didn’t get hard in this situation.
If he says he doesn’t like it, if he makes a surprised noise and pulls away, I’ll stop immediately. Wouldn’t that be okay?
That thuggish idea gave Mu-hae an excuse. Before he knew it, one hand slid down Joo-oh’s back.
Whether it was because his tight pants were uncomfortable, or something else, his waist seemed loose, and the buckle was undone.
Mu-hae slipped his hand inside his clothes and grabbed his round butt. The pleasant sensation of fleshy mass filling his hand as he squeezed made his heart pound even faster.
“Heu-eung. Jin Mu-hae.”
“Stay still.”
Mu-hae whispered lowly, wrapping his arms around the wriggling body and pressing him down.
Joo-oh nodded, pressing his firm butt down on his hand.
Fuck. The voice that scratched its way out of his throat was unfamiliar and rough.
Mu-hae, gripping the flesh hard enough to leave a mark, pulled him down to sit on his erection.
“Hoo…!”
An overwhelming sensation of pleasure flashed before his eyes. This is truly an unbearable situation. Jin Mu-hae gritted his teeth and suppressed his ragged breathing.
Joo-oh still acted as he pleased. He hugged Mu-hae’s shoulders, twitching, and licked randomly wherever his mouth landed.
In an instant, his neck and ears were glistening and wet.
“You… do you think I’m something to eat?”
The image of him drooling so much was too deeply ingrained in his mind. Jin Mu-hae nearly spat the words at Joo-oh, caught between unimaginable lewd stimulation and pity for the simpleton.
Then, panting, he mumbled in response.
“No. I just like Jin Mu-hae.”
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Infuriating.
Mu-hae pushed aside the fleeting pity and grabbed his smooth buttocks. Even when he squeezed hard enough to hurt, Joo-oh only giggled.
The flesh filling the spaces between his fingers gave him a strange pleasure. Why is it so satisfying that he can press and pull him hard enough to crush him without leaving a single mark?
Come to think of it, he’d never seen Joo-oh get hurt anywhere. Even when he first found him, wearing blood-stained clothes, there wasn’t a single scratch on his body.
Could it be that his surprising strength wasn’t just physical?
“Hoo-ah.”
Joo-oh, oblivious to the dark thoughts of the other man, rubbed his butt again. He just seemed happy that Mu-hae’s hand was holding and touching him.
This completely stiff erection was pulling Mu-hae’s pants taut. He probably doesn’t know it, but the leg bearing his weight is right on that part.
A thick vein stood out on his forehead. Jin Mu-hae gritted his teeth and succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.
He must have unconsciously twitched his hips a few times. While Joo-oh was biting and sucking his neck and ears again, he was deeply engrossed in the act, feeling goosebumps all over his body.
Then, finally, with a surge, he came hard in the underwear he had just changed into. As the hand gripping his body tightened, Joo-oh groaned and clung to him.
“Keuk, ha…”
“Eueung, Jin Mu-hae…”
Only after the intense pleasure that made his lips tingle had passed did Mu-hae realize.
Joo-oh’s lower body, pressed against his stomach, was wet. He had been cumming since who knows when, enough to soak his crotch.
His trembling body was clearly the lingering afterglow of ejaculation. He stuck out his tongue and panted, leaning against Mu-hae’s shoulder.
“…You.”
Well, Joo-oh isn’t some kind of animal, so he wouldn’t have rubbed himself just because he purely enjoyed being touched.
As he slowly pulled his hand out from inside his pants and up to his waist, Joo-oh twitched and rubbed his lower body again.
“Hoo-woo, ha, good…”
He clung to him, nibbling at his neck, and kept groaning. Then, with a shiver, he vibrated once more.
Joo-oh didn’t seem to have any intention or will to hold back the rising urge to ejaculate. It seemed that he just kept cumming whenever the sensation reached its peak. And he had so much stamina.
“Stop. Ha, stop it.”
Even as he stopped him, Mu-hae couldn’t bring himself to push away the body that was burning hot.
Just having him sitting on him and clinging to him was enough to enjoy a satisfying afterglow.
After clinging to each other like that for a while, and finally when the heat below had cooled down a bit, Mu-hae put his hand between the clinging man’s thighs.
He lifted Joo-oh up and moved him away, and for a moment, he struggled pathetically.
“Now go wash up.”
“Heueu-eung.”
“Don’t even think about sleeping if you don’t wash.”
Feeling strangely guilty, his words came out harshly. Mu-hae ignored the pricking sensation inside and gently stroked Joo-oh’s cheek a few times.
Only then did Joo-oh relax his facial muscles and smile contentedly. The reddened corners of his eyes were frighteningly seductive.
“If I wash up, can I be with Jin Mu-hae?”
“No. I’m going to sleep.”
Damn it. He could see the future as clearly as if it were right in front of him, and he hated the thought of sending him to the bathroom and having a second round by himself.
Even now, with the thought of what he had just done still lingering in his mind, the strength in his thighs showed no signs of fading.
“Tche.”
Joo-oh pouted and sauntered into the bathroom. As Jin Mu-hae had predicted, he subtly pushed down his pants and pulled out his sticky erection.
As if it had never wilted, his hardened penis stood tall and jutted out.
“Shit…”
He felt like he was going crazy. Does that guy even know what he just did?
The depraved thought that it didn’t matter, or rather, it was better if he didn’t know, further increased the size of his feverishly aroused lower body.
With a squelching sound, Mu-hae rubbed the bulging veins.
Recalling the tingling sensation of Joo-oh hugging him tightly, breathing roughly in his ear, and licking his skin with his soft tongue.
Even after committing a ‘bad deed’ with an ignorant man, Mu-hae’s attitude toward Joo-oh didn’t change much.
He scolded him when he said strange things, and frowned and warned him when he ate processed meat he bought at the rest stop.
It was just the lingering heat of the fight. Jin Mu-hae accepted the events of that day as such.
He had often been swept up in excitement after a rough battle, so it wasn’t an unusual phenomenon.
However, the morning scenery was a little different. Joo-oh still crawled into the other man’s bed, but Mu-hae no longer kicked him out roughly.
He was half resigned, somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. When the man, wearing a loose t-shirt, clung to him and fidgeted, he habitually slipped his hand inside the hem of his clothes.
Even in his half-asleep state, if he caressed his waist and squeezed his butt, Joo-oh, who had been sleeping like a log, would slowly wake up and giggle.
He rubbed his body, urging Mu-hae to do more, to touch him in other places as well.
The feeling that this might not be okay was still strong, but the realm of reason was blurred when he happened to burrow in.
Once he touched him, his unconscious mind committed shameless acts like a habit.
“Ah. It was because of this.”
Some time later, in the evening. Joo-oh exclaimed, looking at the bottom of the medicine container. It happened while he was neatly organizing the problematic first aid kit.
Mu-hae was going to ignore him, but his eyes were so lively that he inadvertently spoke to him.
“What is it?”
“The reason things suddenly went differently. Because I’d never picked up something like this before.”
Joo-oh always said things that were hard to understand. He understood something crazy only he knew and often nodded to himself.
So, he thought it was just one of those eccentric things again. But suddenly, Joo-oh turned over a tube of pain relief gel and held it up to his face.
A subtle solar symbol was engraved on the bottom of the tube like a mark. It was a simple shape that could easily be overlooked as a decorative pattern.
“What is this?”
The words that followed from Joo-oh’s mouth were not something he could simply dismiss.
“Solar City.”
“What?”
“I saw it in Solar City.”
At the unexpected information, Mu-hae felt a chill run down his spine.
‘They did human experiments. They took abandoned children and tortured them with Blue… and eventually, they had success, right?’
Project Solar 47
Solar City A1, A2, A3
Several pieces of information flashed through his mind at the single word ‘Solar’.
Mu-hae grabbed Joo-oh’s shoulder and asked with a hardened face.
“You. You said you don’t remember anything.”
“…Yeah. I don’t.”
“How do you know you saw it in Solar City?”
“I just know.”
There was no way to know if his nonchalant face was because he really didn’t know, or if it was the product of his acting talent.
Jin Mu-hae bit his lip and rummaged through the medicine box as much as he could.
Solar City is a city that was destroyed more than 10 years ago and no longer exists. There could be any number of leaked items, but this one happened to be found with a destroyed Small aircraft at the place where the unidentified corpse was.
Can these intertwined coincidences really continue to be called coincidences?
Mu-hae quietly turned to look at Joo-oh, recalling the Buckta area where Aberrants were teeming.