This time, Mujae’s entire palm came to rest on Seonwook’s back. For some reason, his hand felt very hot.
Desire.
Not bubbling, not simmering, but teeming.
Teeming, teeming… Hwang-sil. You’re like ramen.
I’ll put mushrooms, chili, and eggs inside you.
Did you know? Eggs come out of the tip of the chili. The white part of the egg squirts out. I’ll shoot that onto your body.
Your body is so hot that the egg white would cook instantly on contact.
Seonwook murmured to himself, staring into space.
Meanwhile, Mujae moved his hand slightly, caressing Seonwook’s skin.
His hand, tracing the letters across Seonwook’s back, moved slowly over the protruding shoulder blades, the groove along his spine, and the taut sides stretching toward his ribs.
Seonwook looked down at his hardening cock. The image of the mushy egg white shooting out like a bullet from the bright red tip repeated in his mind.
As Mujae’s fingers dug heavily into the nape of his neck and into his hair, goosebumps prickled across Seonwook’s scalp.
Mujae slowly moved his fingers, and with a rustling sound, all his nerves followed the movement in a rush.
Mujae grabbed a handful of Seonwook’s hair and slowly pulled it to the side. Seonwook’s head tilted, exposing one taut trapezius muscle.
A hot presence approached, and Seonwook heard Mujae’s breath near his ear. Then, the tip of his nose touched Seonwook’s neck, making his stomach flutter slightly.
Mujae took a deep breath, and Seonwook involuntarily closed his eyes.
Mujae inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, sliding the tip of his nose from Seonwook’s neck to his shoulder, deeply inhaling his scent.
Seonwook licked his lips and quietly gripped the side of his thigh.
A soft, wet sound came as Mujae’s mouth opened, and something damp and soft touched Seonwook’s nape. He shuddered.
Mujae licked up Seonwook’s nape and swallowed his saliva.
After staying like that for a while, Mujae exhaled a trembling breath and pressed his nose firmly against Seonwook’s nape. Seonwook could feel his pressed nose, lips, and even the hard teeth inside against his skin.
As Mujae panted and rubbed his face against Seonwook’s neck and shoulder, Seonwook slowly moved the hand gripping his thigh toward his cock. It felt like all the moisture in his body had evaporated, leaving him parched.
“I’m going to do what I want.”
Seonwook stopped at the sound of Mujae’s growling voice.
“I don’t care what you want.”
Mujae’s slightly labored breath mingled with Seonwook’s damp skin.
“What I want is your body.”
“…”
Seonwook opened his eyes.
“If you suddenly disappeared one day, no one would care. You know that.”
“…”
“I’m only interested in using your body to do what I want. Nothing else.”
“…”
“Do you understand?”
It was a threat: if he acted up, he’d be disposed of without a trace. Shut up and just have sex with him.
Seonwook smiled faintly.
In other words, he wanted Seonwook so badly he was willing to threaten him like this.
“…Aren’t you curious about my poems?”
As soon as Seonwook asked, Mujae hesitated, then sighed.
“Are you talking about the shit you write?”
“Ah, that’s harsh.”
“Not interested.”
“Hmm. Well, for now, I understand.”
“If you understand, act accordingly from now on.”
“Yes.”
“Sit.”
When Mujae released his grip on his hair, Seonwook slowly sat down on the sofa.
Seonwook, with his legs spread wide, looked up at Mujae, who had come closer. Seonwook’s cock was fully erect, and Mujae’s pants were bulging too.
“Are you going to touch me with your foot again?”
Mujae silently undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He leaned slightly forward and grabbed Seonwook’s shoulders tightly.
Seonwook felt the heat from Mujae’s shadow over him. His heart beat lightly.
Mujae slipped his hand into his underwear and began to move. His gaze was fixed on Seonwook’s cock, his expression intensely focused. His breath, held tightly in his mouth, shook with his movements.
As Seonwook tried to move his hand from the sofa to his cock, Mujae lifted one foot and stepped on it.
“Ugh.”
“What are you doing?”
“I was just going to jerk off a little.”
“Shouldn’t you have asked for permission first?”
“No, why would I need permission…”
“I said I’d do what I want, right? I asked if you understood, and you said you did.”
“Fuck, just let me, please.”
“Say it properly.”
“Let me jerk off.”
Mujae stared at Seonwook’s face for a moment before lifting his foot. Seonwook quickly grabbed his cock and rubbed it furiously.
“Shit, I thought I was going to die.”
“Shut up.”
Mujae’s gaze fixed again between Seonwook’s legs. As always, his hair was neatly combed back, but a strand was slowly slipping loose.
It’s falling, falling, falling…
Seonwook stroked himself roughly, his eyes locked on that strand of hair.
It’s going to fall. Hwang-sil, you’re going to fall in love with me.
Just like you fell for my nipples, this time you’ll fall for me—head over heels, soaked, completely, fucking hard.
Mujae’s hair fell over his forehead, and his arms and shoulders trembled. Seonwook’s back creaked against the sofa. Their breathing and the sounds of friction grew faster and louder.
“Hwang-sil.”
At Seonwook’s words, Mujae flinched and looked up. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes slightly bloodshot, and his face flushed.
“Want to climb onto my lap?”
Mujae’s frown deepened.
“Quiet.”
“Do it on my lap.”
“Quiet—ah!”
Slap! Seonwook’s head jerked to the side.
“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”
Mujae grabbed Seonwook’s hair and yanked his head back before straddling his thighs.
“Don’t try to take the lead.”
Seonwook, desperate, wrapped his arms around Mujae’s waist, making him flinch.
“Is this how you show you understand?”
This time, Mujae punched Seonwook’s face with his fist. The blows to his jaw and temple felt like a gong ringing inside his skull.
“Ah, fuck, I’m sorry!”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
