#40
And from that moment, his bodily excitement skyrocketed.
Certainly, that was true. The desire boiling inside his body was so intense that he wasn’t confident it would disappear even if he masturbated alone. But the hesitation about whether he should really go through with this didn’t disappear.
Choi Do-jun’s hot lips, which had been lingering on Seo Yi-young’s neck, moved toward his collarbone. And once again, he felt a stinging sensation. Was the previous Seo Yi-young a pervert? Far from disliking this pain, it added to his excitement. That excitement was clearly anesthetizing some part of his brain. The hesitation about whether this was okay gradually blurred.
Just once. That would be fine, wouldn’t it?
Certainly, as Choi Do-jun said, wasn’t it wasteful to look for another way when the solution was right in front of him? His reason became increasingly pliable. Breathing faster and inhaling through his open mouth, Seo Yi-young unknowingly twisted his waist at the sweet tingling sensation. His body grew hotter and hotter.
He wanted this heat to subside quickly.
But the vague remnant of reluctance tugged at the back of his neck. Was this really okay?
Seo Yi-young grabbed Choi Do-jun’s head in front of him, made him look up, and met his eyes. Seo Yi-young examined every corner of Choi Do-jun’s face, who seemed a bit surprised by his sudden action but didn’t ask why.
This face. Clearly, it was the same face he knew from the previous dimension. That cold-blooded, heartless, annoying Choi Do-jun.
But something was strange. Though it was definitely the same face, it looked slightly different from the Choi Do-jun of the previous dimension. Why? Why else? Because he was a different person. As Seo Yi-young made this unfunny self-inquiry, the faint reluctance in his mind disappeared.
But he did seem different in subtle ways from the Choi Do-jun he had known before. Was it because their life trajectories had been different? Whatever the reason, one thing was certain: he was a completely different person from “that” Choi Do-jun Seo Yi-young had known.
If so, there was no reason to hesitate. Seo Yi-young wrapped his arms around Choi Do-jun’s neck.
“Quickly… quickly.”
When he urged like a spoiled child, he faintly heard Choi Do-jun laugh.
“I like that you’re honest.”
Choi Do-jun’s voice came out with a slight metallic tone. It seemed to show how excited he was. The sound of a zipper being lowered was heard.
Choi Do-jun was maintaining a leisurely attitude, but the reality was different. His hurried hands and roughened breathing were evident. He was aroused too. He was in a hurry.
“And you’re not being honest.”
As Seo Yi-young said this while exhaling heavily, Choi Do-jun met his gaze. In his eyes, undisguisable lust, desire, and heat were overflowing. Looking at that face, an inexplicable satisfaction spread through him.
“…Bulls-eye?”
When Seo Yi-young grinned, Choi Do-jun, who had been staring at him, opened his mouth.
“Provoking me like this won’t do you any good.”
It was a low, deep voice. What was he planning to do? Just the vague imagination made his body tremble with anticipation. It even sounded ominous, but for Seo Yi-young, it only stimulated his excitement in a thrilling way.
“How can you be so sure whether it’ll do me good or not? Try me.”
“…Ha…”
At Seo Yi-young’s words, Choi Do-jun laughed as if dumbfounded.
His brain had definitely gone strange. Seeing Choi Do-jun’s laughing face made his heart pound hard. To divert his eyes from this fact, Seo Yi-young tightly gripped the back of Choi Do-jun’s head.
“Are you not going to do it? How long are you going to just talk?”
“I’ll follow your command.”
The warning-like voice made him shiver once more. Choi Do-jun, without hesitation, removed Seo Yi-young’s pants. Highly aroused, Seo Yi-young lifted his hips to assist his action.
“Ah…!”
Choi Do-jun took Seo Yi-young’s chest into his mouth through his clothes. When the hot breath touched him, his nipples hardened as if a core had formed. He licked the protruding nipples repeatedly with his tongue and nibbled them with his lips. His other hand went inside the clothes and kneaded the opposite chest. The rough sensation of his calloused fingers further fueled the excitement.
Receiving his caresses, Seo Yi-young moved his trembling hand to pull at Choi Do-jun’s top. But immediately, a questioning look flew his way, as if asking what he was doing.
“Haa, you take yours off too. Why am I, why am I the only one getting undressed?”
As soon as he heard those words, Choi Do-jun straightened his upper body and took off his t-shirt. With each movement, his tightly packed abs were clearly visible. It was a thoroughly trained body without a single ounce of fat. His thick neck, developed chest, and the finely divided abs below moved elegantly like waves.
It wasn’t just the muscles that caught his eye. Various scars were etched into Choi Do-jun’s skin. Marks that looked like they had been torn and stitched, marks that seemed to have been clawed by something sharp, marks that appeared to have been burned by something—all densely occupying his skin.
Though they wouldn’t hurt now, they must have been serious injuries when they occurred. It seemed they had been treated with potions since there weren’t proper healers in Korea at that time, leaving behind scars. Thinking that each of those scars engraved memories from dungeons, his brow furrowed.
That aside, Seo Yi-young unconsciously began comparing his own body. He truly envied Choi Do-jun for having such a sturdy body. As if entranced, Seo Yi-young stared blankly, and sensing his gaze, Choi Do-jun smiled. Well, being this close, he couldn’t have missed being stared at.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Yes.”
When Seo Yi-young straightforwardly affirmed, Choi Do-jun raised his eyebrows as if he had heard an unexpected answer.
“Why, mmph, mmm…”
Seo Yi-young couldn’t finish his words due to the intense kiss that followed. He willingly welcomed Choi Do-jun’s tongue that invaded his mouth without hesitation. He felt Choi Do-jun’s skin under his palm. It was these muscles beneath that exerted such steel-like strength.
Even in the dungeon they had just entered. Even though his strength must have been drained by the boss mob, he had unleashed tremendous attacks that didn’t show it at all. Thinking of that scene made his body hot.
Seo Yi-young caressed Choi Do-jun’s back as he kissed him. Choi Do-jun’s upper body was so thick it couldn’t fully fit in his embrace. Lost in the satisfaction that this fullness gave, Seo Yi-young focused intently on the kiss. They rubbed and sucked each other’s tongues, then tilted their faces to kiss again.
While receiving Choi Do-jun’s tongue that entered his mouth and traced his palate, Seo Yi-young used a momentary gap to scrape his teeth with his tongue. The problem came next.
“…Ah…!”
Seo Yi-young immediately pulled his mouth away and moaned at Choi Do-jun’s touch sliding down his side. It was just a touch on his side, but he felt it with unbearable sensitivity. Precum was leaking from his prominently erect cock.
“You’re sensitive.”
“Are you talking like it’s someone else?”
Seo Yi-young lightly gripped Choi Do-jun’s cock. It was so thick that it couldn’t even be fully grasped with one hand.
When Seo Yi-young moved his hand up and down the hot shaft, Choi Do-jun exhaled a sweet sigh. The wrinkle that formed on his usually smooth brow was impressive. Choi Do-jun’s cock twitched and leaked precum, clearly showing how aroused he was.
“Right?”
Seo Yi-young deliberately spoke mischievously. Choi Do-jun’s eyes seemed to narrow slightly. That’s how it appeared.
But it was no longer a situation where they could continue talking. Choi Do-jun tightened his grip on Seo Yi-young’s cock, which was beaded with precum. Not only that, he even raised his fingernail against the urethral opening.
“Ack, ugh, this, you, now… argh.”
The stinging sensation almost brought tears to his eyes. Choi Do-jun resumed his movements. He bit Seo Yi-young’s nape, setting his teeth against it. The sudden pain naturally tensed his body. Despite protests to stop, Choi Do-jun paid no heed and sucked on the skin. It felt like becoming prey to a predator.
“Ah, aah… ah, sto-, ugh.”
“Stop? While you’re enjoying it so much?”
“Ah, no, that’s not it. Ah…!”
His mouth said no, but his body said otherwise. Seo Yi-young’s cock was dripping precum as if crying tears, making the area around it drenched.
“Seems like you enjoy it rough. I didn’t know.”
“No, this is… hnn, mmm…! Ahah. …Ah!”
Where Choi Do-jun’s mouth headed next was the navel. As he traced around the navel with his tongue, he set his teeth against the soft flesh nearby, making Seo Yi-young gasp for breath as his body jerked. Choi Do-jun didn’t stop the hand gripping Seo Yi-young’s cock.
“Ah, mm, ah, good, go–, ah. Haa, ah.”
Seo Yi-young quickly surrendered to Choi Do-jun’s hand movements as he controlled his grip strength, and moaned. The pleasure accumulating steadily was raising the sensitivity. But it still wasn’t resolved. His body trembled.
He wanted to come quickly, soon.
He moved his hips in sync with Choi Do-jun’s hand gestures. Though he felt a slight pain as Choi Do-jun’s calloused fingers repeatedly brushed against his sensitive flesh, even that heightened his excitement.
Squelch. Squelch.
Each time the hand gripping his cock moved, wet sounds reverberated through the air.
Again. His insides throbbed. His hole tingled, and his buttocks automatically tensed. Just as he was about to reach the climax visible before his eyes, Choi Do-jun strongly gripped the base of Seo Yi-young’s cock.
“Ah!”
A scream-like moan burst from Seo Yi-young’s mouth. To be spiteful even at this point was unbelievable. With his body heated and eyes glistening with tears, Seo Yi-young glared at Choi Do-jun resentfully.
“Why, what are you doing? Let go.”
“Beg me.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
