By Zephyria 
“I-I’ll tell you. Your, your eyebrows moved a little.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s lips moved as if he were being chased. Han Seung-jae’s eyebrows twitched ever so slightly. Even as this happened, a penis surged up before Yi-kyung’s eyes and then vanished. His cheeks felt hot with a rising fever. Every time Han Seung-jae rubbed his cock against his cheek, the wet sounds echoing clearly in his ears made the fine hairs on Yi-kyung’s skin stand on end.
Lying on the bed, unable to move one way or the other, Yi-kyung’s eyes darted around incessantly. He couldn’t maintain a calm demeanor as if nothing were wrong, nor could he keep a composed expression. This was because Han Seung-jae was looking down at him with a terrifying intensity, as if he might shove the cock he was holding into Yi-kyung’s mouth at any moment.
Yi-kyung grew anxious. If Seung-jae covered his mouth again and put the cock back in, he wouldn’t have another chance to speak. With the penis swinging back and forth before him, Yi-kyung spoke, squinting one eye.
“I’m serious.”
As expected, did he not believe him? A look of despair crossed Yi-kyung’s face.
It seemed to be a habit of Han Seung-jae’s. To be precise, it was closer to a faint movement of the eyebrows that occurred without him even realizing it. However, Yi-kyung had no way to explain that. The situation was just like that. If only their positions weren’t like this, he might have found a more plausible excuse. But with the penis rubbing under his eye, Yi-kyung had no time to think of a cover story. Thus, he had no choice but to say exactly what he felt.
Just then, semen poured from the tip of the penis that had been endlessly brushing against his cheek. Yi-kyung reflexively squeezed his left eye shut.
“Sure.”
Han Seung-jae pulled away the cock he had been obsessively rubbing. The fluid leaking from the end of his urethra dripped—thud, thud—onto Yi-kyung’s chin, neck, and shoulders covered by his pajamas.
“Let’s just say that’s the case.”
With only one eye open, Yi-kyung stared up at Han Seung-jae. His left eye burned as if it had been scorched, and it stung, as if semen had seeped inside. Yi-kyung’s hollow collarbones twitched.
Han Seung-jae lowered the hand that had been bracing the headboard and caressed Yi-kyung’s cheek. From the long fingertips to the knuckles, and then the palm, the smooth cheek was entirely enveloped in one hand.
“Are you crying?”
Han Seung-jae stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of Yi-kyung’s eye. Semen and tears were mixed together.
“I’m not crying, it’s just… because my eye stings…”
Who was crying? Physiological tears were simply falling without him realizing it. It was because semen had gotten into his eye, and it was too irritating.
Han Seung-jae licked the corner of Yi-kyung’s eye with his tongue and then pressed his lips against it to suck. The fluttering eyelashes entered and exited Han Seung-jae’s mouth. After licking the corner of the eye, which was a mess of mixed tears and semen, he spoke.
“Open your eyes.”
Yi-kyung’s eyebrows twitched. He slowly lifted his eyelids. Not only were the corners of his eyes red, but his pupils were all reddish as well. He looked exactly as if he had just finished a bout of heavy crying.
“I-I need to wash. It hurts too much.”
Yi-kyung whipped his head away. He was far too close. Han Seung-jae’s lips were just about to touch the corner of his eye. Yi-kyung blinked repeatedly to show him. As he did, tears welled up. It wasn’t excruciatingly painful, but it was difficult to keep his eye open with semen flowing into it.
Step. With his hand still over his eye, Yi-kyung stepped off the bed. Barefoot, he crossed the rug and hurried into the bathroom.
Swoosh—
Approaching the sink, Yi-kyung reached forward with both hands. He repeatedly splashed water onto his face. Lukewarm water brushed against his white face as he opened and closed his eyes repeatedly.
Swoosh—
Yi-kyung’s hands faltered. He heard the sound of water overlapping. He hadn’t misheard. When he lifted his bent upper body, Han Seung-jae was putting his hands into the adjacent sink. It wasn’t that his presence was the problem.
The mirror reflected Yi-kyung looking at him. When Han Seung-jae turned his head, Yi-kyung hurriedly bent his waist and poured water over his face.
“Come here.”
Despite Han Seung-jae’s words, Yi-kyung’s hands didn’t stop.
“Isn’t it worse if you rub it that hard?”
Han Seung-jae loosely grabbed Yi-kyung’s wrist. In that short time, the sleeves of Yi-kyung’s pajamas had become soaked up to the elbows.
As Yi-kyung straightened his upper body as if being led, water trickled down his slender chin. Han Seung-jae cupped Yi-kyung’s chin and looked into his eyes. Tsk. Han Seung-jae clicked his tongue as if feeling pity.
“It’s gotten redder than before.”
Who was this all because of?
Yi-kyung didn’t even notice the flowing water seeping into his pajama top. He simply pressed his lips together as if locking away the words swirling in his mouth. He could only watch as Han Seung-jae held his chin and examined him with deep eyes.
“I-I’m okay now.”
Yi-kyung raised his wet hand and pushed Han Seung-jae’s arm away as if to remove it. However, the hand did not move. Did he push too lightly? Perhaps that was why Han Seung-jae didn’t feel it. He was now looking at the other eye.
“Look. I told you to rub gently.”
Han Seung-jae slowly turned Yi-kyung’s small face, which he was holding. Yi-kyung’s face, unable to offer much resistance, was reflected in the mirror.
With slender eyebrows drooping weakly, his once-white complexion had been dyed red. And the corners of his eyes were stained an even deeper color.
Han Seung-jae hugged Yi-kyung’s body from behind, gripping him under the chin, and raised his other hand.
“Here as well.”
“…!”
The place he referred to as ‘here’ was Yi-kyung’s nipple.
Was it because he had poured water incessantly while conscious of Han Seung-jae beside him? Before he knew it, the front of his pajamas was saturated with moisture. Consequently, the pajamas had turned into a translucent scale, revealing the nipples hidden beneath.
Han Seung-jae brushed the nipple with his fingertip. Yi-kyung grabbed his arm. But there was no way he could pull it away. No matter how much strength he applied or how much he dug in his nails, Han Seung-jae’s finger continued to caress the nipple. He gathered the tip upward and then pressed down firmly.
“Ugh.”
Pressing his lips together to stifle the moan, Yi-kyung’s shoulders instinctively hunched and his head bowed. However, because Han Seung-jae was holding his chin, even that was impossible.
Yi-kyung’s body trembled slightly. In the mirror, Han Seung-jae seemed to tilt his head slightly before burying his lips in Yi-kyung’s neck. At the same time, he trapped the nipple in his palm and gripped the skin.
“How do you think I’m feeling right now?”
At the hot breath spreading across his neck, Yi-kyung’s lips parted involuntarily. However, what escaped was closer to the sound of air leaking out.
In the mirror, Han Seung-jae’s eyebrows didn’t move an inch. Rather, every time his lips brushed against the neck, he leisurely toyed with Yi-kyung’s nipple with his palm.
“I-I don’t know.”
As expected, it seemed he had said something unnecessary earlier.
“And now?”
Han Seung-jae moved the hand that had been caressing the nipple to touch the pajama buttons fastened up to Yi-kyung’s throat. Every time his fingers moved fluidly, a button came undone, and the pajamas began to open.
As Han Seung-jae parted the wet pajamas, Yi-kyung’s nipples were clearly revealed. Perhaps because Han Seung-jae had been touching and rubbing them until a moment ago, one side had turned a deeper red.
Han Seung-jae gripped the wet pajamas and stripped them off. Like a transparent scale being peeled away, the pajamas covering his shoulders slid down.
Yi-kyung’s white collarbones dipped. It was because Han Seung-jae had pressed his lips to the shoulder and sucked.
“S-Seung-jae.”
Yi-kyung was still being held under the chin by the large hand. When Han Seung-jae pulled his lips away from the shoulder, a red mark remained.
Han Seung-jae’s face in the mirror was devoid of expression. He looked at Yi-kyung with eyes lacking emotion.
Yi-kyung murmured, his lips trembling.
“I must have seen it wrong earlier.”
He had to. Han Seung-jae was a tenacious and persistent man. He was someone who could not tolerate anything that deviated from his expectations.
“Seen it wrong? You saw it perfectly.”
From Han Seung-jae’s fingertips, Yi-kyung’s pajama top dropped to the floor. His hand caressed the red nipple and then swept across the white abdominal muscles.
“Are you saying my child is in here?”
Yi-kyung’s flanks trembled slightly. Han Seung-jae spoke as he massaged the area around the stomach with a heavy, circular motion.
“Your pants are wet too. Take them off.”
Yi-kyung’s thighs instinctively pressed together at the hard, foreign sensation touching the cleft of his buttocks. He had just been ejaculated upon on his cheek in bed. Yet, it had already bulged again. Yi-kyung’s toes curled inside his slippers.
“Do I do it?”
His chin was held, and a hard chest brushed against his shoulder blades. Yi-kyung hesitantly brought his fingers to his pajama pants. However, his hands would not move easily.
As if he had expected this, Han Seung-jae turned Yi-kyung’s chin upward to the other side. Yi-kyung’s heels lifted sharply. Han Seung-jae entwined their tongues and sucked his lips.
“Mmph! Mmm!”
Because of the pressed lips, Yi-kyung couldn’t stop Han Seung-jae from stripping off his pajama pants. Even his drawers were pulled off, hanging around his white thighs.
“Ha, haa.”
Yi-kyung’s upper body heaved breathlessly. In the mirror, Han Seung-jae was still holding Yi-kyung’s chin. He gripped Yi-kyung’s penis, which was clinging to his lower abdomen. At the same time, because of the penis pressing against his buttocks, Yi-kyung was overwhelmed by the feeling as if he were being impaled.
In the mirror, Yi-kyung’s lips parted, and his red tongue flickered. His snow-white chest thrust forward, and his nipples became pointed. The penis poking his buttocks moved violently. It felt as if it would tear through the hole and ram inside at any moment.