MIT 82

“A little closer… snuggle up.”

“Ugh, ahh.”

“Yeah. Like that.”

Pulling Joo-oh in tighter, Mu-hae felt his rampant cock plunge deep between the soft mounds of his buttocks. The warm sensation made his eyes flash.

Each time he cupped and rubbed his genitals, each time he lowered his hand a little to play with his soft scrotum, the ass cupping his cock tensed.

An intense pleasure, enough to make his hair stand on end, washed over him. Mu-hae half-closed his eyes and tilted his chin. He suppressed a moan, making a gurgling, throat-clearing sound.

“Ugh!”

When he pressed the tip of his glans with his thumb, Joo-oh’s back arched greatly. Without even trying to resist, a gush of milky fluid poured into his hand.

Hiss, hiss, his rough breathing was alarming. Joo-oh, who had been blankly panting, soon began to whine, unable to bear the pleasure.

“Hng, Jin Mu-hae, moore.”

Or perhaps it was a protest as to why he stopped. His wanton body pressed down on the spot where he sat with his ass, complaining.

His pants, which had been pushed halfway down, had been thrown off at some point. Joo-oh, with his lower body soaked and dripping, groaned with only one white sock dangling from his ankle.

Damn it. He couldn’t take it anymore. Mu-hae lifted him up and turned him around to sit facing him. Joo-oh seemed to struggle for a moment, but then leaned against the arm that gripped him and slumped again.

He hugged the body facing him tightly. The relatively small and slender body clung to him like a koala.

Unlike his limp body, his cock, which had become stiff again, poked Mu-hae’s front.

Joo-oh’s eyes were blankly unfocused. His face was flushed red here and there, and he was panting with his moist lips.

‘Shit.’

Looking down slightly, his lower body was as clean as his smooth appearance, without a single flaw. Could such a thing exist unless it was made from a mold?

His cock, tinged with pink from the tip, looked tempting to touch. It was more like a lewd toy to play with than a human reproductive organ.

“Lift your hips. Just a sec.”

He smacked the ass of the one shaking his head, as if he didn’t like it, and Mu-hae brought his hand to his crotch.

When he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, a heavy thing popped out with a thud, something that could only be described as ferocious.

His hardened cock was fully aroused, and its veins bulged. The glistening tip, wet with excitement, looked even more savage.

It was a world of difference compared to Joo-oh’s, which had no downy hair. Mu-hae snorted for no reason and grabbed his soft ass with one hand.

“You hit me…”

“Put it there.”

“Ugh.”

“Yeah. Right there.”

Trying to soothe him with an incongruously soft voice made him feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing… but once his head was on fire, it refused to think any further.

Joo-oh even rubbed his core on his own as he was told. The sensual behavior made his back stiff and gave him goosebumps.

“Jin Mu-hae smell, hmm… good.”

Joo-oh mumbled to himself with a dazed look. If he left him alone, he looked like he would bring his head down again.

Sure enough, he wiggled his nose and tried to lean forward. Mu-hae held him firmly so he couldn’t lift his hips and pressed his glistening cock against his own.

“Hah…!”

“Stay still.”

At the low warning, Joo-oh nodded with hazy eyes. Perhaps because it was the first time he was experiencing such direct stimulation, he didn’t know where to put his hands and feet and was swaying.

“Arms, hoo… around my shoulders.”

“Hng, ugh.”

Joo-oh, whimpering with a sound that was hard to tell whether it was an answer or a moan, hugged Mu-hae’s shoulders. Now that he had him sit on his lap, the height was a little better.

Mu-hae slowly began to rub the flesh that filled his hand. The feeling of his thing, which had become painfully sensitive, touching and rubbing against another’s was truly sharp and intense beyond description.

“Hoo.”

The area that was already glistening with excitement became even more slippery with the fluid that someone had splattered all over it. Mu-hae, swept away by the overwhelming pleasure, hurriedly moved his hand.

Squish, squelch, squelch, the embarrassing sounds echoed in the quiet house. Breaths, moist moans, lewd friction sounds… the quiet surroundings drove him even crazier.

“Hic…!”

The touching cocks seemed to twitch shallowly, and then Joo-oh threw his head back and screamed.

The corners of his eyes that he glimpsed were flushed red. He wanted to put his tongue on them.

Warm liquid flowed down his hand. He was realizing anew that Joo-oh had an unusually large amount of ejaculate.

“Ugh, you.”

Joo-oh, who had leaned back against his shoulder again, began to lick the other’s ear this time.

He didn’t seem to be aware that it was foreplay. He was just sucking on whatever touched his mouth because he liked it.

Mu-hae groaned lowly and arched his back. He felt like the hot breath that rushed in was penetrating his brain.

His lower body felt like it was about to burst from being suppressed, but he was doing such ticklish and sticky things.

Damn it, Mu-hae, who unknowingly chewed on the curse again, tightened the cocks he was holding together and complained. It was an unbelievably fast speed.

There was no time to be ashamed. Even after cumming once, his excitement didn’t subside, and his lower body became erect again as Joo-oh shook his hips.

“Haa, ugh…!”

The stimulation to his body, which had just ejaculated, was so painful that he was finally filled with a ferocious lust. He wanted to flip him over as he was and press down on his neck and fuck him.

How good would it feel to trap his angry thing between his unmoving legs and shake his hips until his ass turned red?

It was rare for him to have such intense and specific fantasies. Nevertheless, while smelling Joo-oh’s scent, grabbing his wriggling legs, and checking his skin turning red with heat, Jin Mu-hae kept picking up on impulses that he would have been taken aback by in normal times.

Then, when Joo-oh wriggled and lowered his body, he no longer felt like stopping him.

Moist breath touched his thing that was rising as much as it could.

Thump. As he had vaguely expected, soft and hot flesh swallowed his huge cock.

“Keuk!”

The inner walls of his mouth contracted and tightened. A soft tongue wrapped around the front of his shaft.

Woo-woo, Joo-oh mumbled something and sucked on the tip. Mu-hae’s vision flashed white and shattered into pieces.

“Ah, ugh!”

He didn’t want to make unsightly sounds, but his body betrayed his will. Jin Mu-hae’s blue eyes flashed as he pulled Joo-oh’s head back.

A thick cock plunged deeper through his tightly parted lips. Just as he thought it would be blocked after pushing it in halfway, his mouth suddenly opened wide and swallowed the end of his shaft.

“Woong…!”

Kwaak! A male-smelling genital rummaged through his throat and burrowed all the way to the root. Mu-hae’s eyes almost rolled over at the movement of his esophagus reflexively contracting.

Kneeling with his knees raised and thrusting his hips, he felt goosebumps all over his body as if he was burning. It was a strange sensation, as if his spine was being electrocuted.

Damn it. He shouldn’t be doing this to the poor guy. With a pounding heart, Jin Mu-hae’s eyes turned even more and he grabbed his soft hair and shook his lower body for a long time.

Thud, thud, his white and slender neck gulped down the rough fucking. Without even trying to spit out the brutal intruder, his hot tongue pleasantly rubbed the shaft that was going in and out.

“Keuk…!”

It took him a terribly long time to come alone, but with Joo-oh, it was hard to last long.

In the end, he couldn’t hold back this time either and came. He hadn’t even pulled his cock out of his throat.

He belatedly pushed his flat forehead and pulled his lower body back, but even the cum that he had ejaculated again remained in his mouth.

Jin Mu-hae hurriedly grabbed his glistening lips. The slightly diluted fluid was clearly visible on his red tongue.

“Spit it out.”

Gulp.

As he had expected, Joo-oh swallowed it down. His smiling mouth was soaked with satisfaction.

“I won’t spit it out.”

“You little shit…”

Apart from the strange sense of fulfillment, Mu-hae’s reason gradually returned at his languid voice.

Mu-hae quickly pulled up his clothes and wiped the saliva-soaked lips clean. The expression on his face as he rubbed his face obediently was like a satisfied male lion.

He had shoved such a thing into that soft guy’s throat. Was he okay? He stroked his disheveled hair with a hint of worry.

“Eueueum.”

Joo-oh buried his nose in his palm, which was stained with a lewd scent. He was panting and starting to raise his thing again.

His reaction to stimulation was almost at the level of an animal. And Mu-hae himself, who was hugging him again, was an even greater beast than him.

“Only Jin Mu-hae, haha, I only touch Jin Mu-hae.”

He spouted words that turned him on at just the right moment, as if he had aimed for it. Joo-oh, who had keenly sensed Mu-hae’s expression, smiled on the lap he was sitting on.

He either hit his head or his cock touched his bare lower body. Jin Mu-hae slowly humped and pushed his heated hand under Joo-oh’s clothes.

Living as an unlicensed doctor in a shabby and dangerous neighborhood, you experience all sorts of things.

He would tie people who came in crawling on all fours after being injected with strange drugs to the bed, or he would perform CPR on guys who suddenly collapsed with perfectly fine faces.

Sometimes, unidentified visitors would knock on the door at dawn. Most of them were patients brought in with acute illnesses, but there were also some who were not sick at all but insisted on opening the door.

If you have a head, you don’t do the stupid thing of accepting the latter. That’s how it was originally.

If it hadn’t been a familiar face waiting in front of the door, this dawn would have been the same.

“Me. Joo-oh.”

At the self-introduction that rang through the intercom, Teacher Jung grabbed his glasses first. What was reflected in the external monitor, like a concise greeting, was the guy who was always with Jin Mu-hae.

Was Mu-hae sick? Opening the door with a question in his mind, a figure slipped in like a ghost.

At the same time, the scent that rushed in was clearly the smell of blood. Teacher Jung hurriedly locked the door first.

The clothes he was wearing were wet. It was hard to tell because it was black, but he knew that it wasn’t water.