When his nipples were sucked hard enough to be slightly painful, his toes curled inward—something that didn’t happen before, but had started happening recently. It was tingly and exciting.
Saebyeok closed his eyes and caressed himself, tracing memories of Pyeonghwa’s touch.
Pyeonghwa, who would press his lips firmly against his ankle bone, thighs, groin, buttocks, sides, nipples, and armpits, taking each into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue.
Then he would silently gaze at Saebyeok before opening his mouth. Naturally, Saebyeok would pull Pyeonghwa toward him and kiss him. As their tongues intertwined, their bare skin would collide, creating erotic sounds.
His body would heat up, blood rushing below, making his hips thrust involuntarily. Nasal moans flowed continuously.
“Mmm…”
As he touched his own body, strangely, it felt like Pyeonghwa was touching him.
Hearing the moaning and groaning, Pyeonghwa turned the volume up to maximum and panted heavily.
The teasing moans irritated yet incredibly aroused him.
I want to penetrate him, but Saebyeok’s fingers won’t reach deep inside anyway, I should be the one thrusting into him. Then he’d twitch and cling to me with each thrust. He’d bite my earlobe while whimpering. How cute is that.
Pyeonghwa stroked his cock, savoring the sight of his spouse masturbating.
Spreading his legs and rubbing between his buttocks, Pyeonghwa tightly gripped just the head of his cock as he imagined Saebyeok gasping breathlessly when the hole began to twitch and secrete fluid.
Meanwhile, Saebyeok was whimpering as he inserted his fingers into the hole where Pyeonghwa’s cock should enter.
“Ah, shit. Baby, lift your ass more.”
Between the round buttocks, perfectly padded with just the right amount of flesh, a red-hot hole could be seen. It was twitching and dripping clear fluid.
The whimpering sounds with each insertion of fingers were tantalizing, yet he also thought that this might be the only chance to hear them like this.
Pyeonghwa licked his lips and stroked his cock rapidly.
Tantalizing, tantalizing, tantalizing, and therefore all the more thrilling.
“Looking at it this way, it’s like you’re riding on top of me.”
-Ah, really, what, you pervert, ah…!
“Ah, don’t come first. Let’s do it together.”
Pyeonghwa moved his hand faster. Like piston movements, he gripped his cock as if it were inside.
“Your face, show me your face. Your face.”
As if Pyeonghwa’s voice was some kind of signal, Saebyeok’s waist arched first, then his body trembled. He was ejaculating.
Watching Saebyeok’s eyes, glazed from orgasm, and his gasping lips, Pyeonghwa soon ejaculated as well.
The milky fluid splashed across the screen, making it look as if he had ejaculated on Saebyeok’s face.
Despite the immediate regret, he realized this was his first phone sex, which was both tantalizing and satisfying, having released what had been building up.
Pyeonghwa scrubbed the screen clean and asked,
“Baby, let’s do it once more. I think I was too inexperienced since it was my first time. Hmm?”
-What?
Does he not want to? Ugh. I want to do more! Pyeonghwa had never finished with just one round. When he whined with disappointment, Saebyeok clearly seemed hesitant.
Honestly, it might make sense if they were physically together, but asking to continue while separated seemed ridiculous, so Pyeonghwa smoothly suggested another approach.
“Then, do you want to watch me do it?”
***
-Then, do you want to watch me do it?
Are you crazy? You pervert. Let me see.
Thinking that it was hard to tell who was more perverted, Saebyeok swallowed hard.
Pyeonghwa seemed to have given up on finding the right angle and just placed the phone against the headboard before repositioning himself.
His glistening cock and wet pubic hair from the previous ejaculation couldn’t look more obscene.
Yet, the thick-veined, bulging cock twitched in Pyeonghwa’s palm as if it hadn’t just ejaculated.
With squelching sounds and breath-holding moans adding to it, the stimulation was overwhelming both visually and audibly.
Saebyeok carefully grasped his own cock, which was already showing its presence again.
Ah, why am I getting hard again?
A person who wants to show himself masturbating, and a person who gets an erection from hearing the breaths of someone masturbating. Which one is more perverted?
Despite his self-loathing, Saebyeok was amazed at how reliably his body was responding.
-Haa, haa, Saebyeok, Shin Saebyeok, ah, shit, look here. Quickly.
The slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh became faster. Saebyeok also moved his hand quickly, matching Pyeonghwa’s pace. As if their bodies were touching.
Blood rushed downward again, and fluid built up. The hair all over his body stood on end at the approaching orgasm, faster than before.
A clear drop of fluid trickled down the shaft. How good it would feel to rub that against a flat stomach…
Swallowing his regret, Saebyeok ejaculated once more.
After two ejaculations, Saebyeok’s body felt languid as he slowly exhaled. Pyeonghwa, still not having ejaculated, was staring at him intensely.
The sounds of flesh slapping were louder than before.
His eyebrow twitched significantly. He must be about to ejaculate.
Saebyeok liked Pyeonghwa’s slightly furrowed brow and tight lips before ejaculation. A disheveled face that only he could see.
Pyeonghwa, with his brow deeply furrowed, whispered,
-Open your mouth.
Why suddenly ask to open his mouth? Well, since he was told to do it…
Was it his imagination? His face felt very sticky.
-Mmm. Ha… Feels good. Ah. I wish Shin Saebyeok would kiss me, it’s too bad that’s the one thing we can’t do.
“I know. There’s no way to do that. Should I do this instead?”
Without much thought, Saebyeok puckered his lips and made a “po” sound.
The phone screen must have flipped, because instead of Pyeonghwa, all he saw was a black background.
“What? Pyeonghwa? Pyeonghwa?”
-Aang! So cute!
There were thudding sounds, like something being hit.
-Are you giving me a virtual kiss right now? Aang! My baby is so cute!
Hey. Are you bursting my pillow? Stop hitting it.
Embarrassed, Saebyeok tucked his lips in and pretended not to notice, thinking how anything could be considered cute.
-Instead of this, want to try with a proper concept? Ah! And I found your high school uniform! Can you wear it when we do it? And also, also!
The creativity champion Pyeonghwa, excited about the uniform, presented all sorts of visions.
Saebyeok usually accepted most of what Pyeonghwa suggested.
If someone were to ask, “Aren’t you spoiling your husband a bit too much?” he would answer, “Well, a husband is someone you live with, not someone you raise, so it’s fine.”
He wants to do it, and I’m someone who can fulfill all those desires.
Saebyeok agreed and quickly washed up.
Watching this, Pyeonghwa whimpered again.
Sometimes this kind of sex doesn’t seem so bad. It might be worth trying once a year.
***
Do you know what “miracle morning” means? Directly translated, it means a miraculous morning.
Do you know why I’m mentioning this now?
It’s because people who manage their desires well can have a miracle morning without much effort.
But maybe because I’m still in my prime, there’s nothing I can do about morning… erect tents, even after doing all that yesterday.
“Hmm. Hmm. Hmmhmm-.”
Anyway, after successfully managing his sexual desires all night long, Gong Pyeonghwa couldn’t help but hum.
“Beautiful morning! The world we live in is full of love and pink! Mother-in-law, did you sleep well?”
“Mmm, Seobangie. You’re up early.”
“My eyes just opened so easily today. I must have had good quality sleep. I’m so happy.”
But? If I could have spent this beautiful morning with Saebyeok? How wonderful would that be…
Human desire truly has no end.
“Mother-in-law. What’s the weekend schedule? If there’s nothing, can we go on a picnic? Picnic. Picnic. Picnic. Picnic. Can we pack lunch boxes and go on a picnic? The weather is nice. Picnic. Picnic.”
Has he been drinking? Mrs. Lee was overwhelmed by Pyeonghwa’s unusually excited energy today.
“Can’t we all go to the supermarket today and have kimbap tomorrow? Kimbap. Kimbap. Kimbap.”
In truth, Pyeonghwa wanted to eat homemade kimbap more than go on a picnic.
“Tomorrow… Sure. Since the baby is coming too.”
Baby?
“Is Saebyeok coming tomorrow?!”
Pyeonghwa covered his mouth like someone who’d won the lottery, trying hard to suppress his joy.
“Hmm? No, not Saebyeok…”
Is he calling our son “baby”? It felt like she was unintentionally peeking at her son’s love life again. Mrs. Lee explained that they had agreed to alternate taking care of the babies each week, and the baby coming tomorrow would be Iseul, not Saebyeok.
“Ah…”
As great as his expectation was, so was Pyeonghwa’s disappointment, but he quickly overcame it.
Because tonight would be hot again. They’d have a passionate long-distance concept. Even hotter than yesterday.
Pyeonghwa’s face burned with desire. Mrs. Lee misinterpreted this as him trying to appear cheerful, and felt sorry for him.
It seemed too harsh to separate them just because of resentment when he was so obviously in love.
‘What did my in-law say?’
Mrs. Lee recalled the conversation during the first birthday party meeting.
‘He’s my son, but don’t be fooled when he acts pitiful. It’s all an act. Sometimes you’ll be completely deceived even knowing this. He’s good at feigning illness and playing the victim, so never be fooled. I really, because of him…’
She could almost hear her in-law’s voice clearly warning her. Mrs. Lee looked at Pyeonghwa again with the preconception that it might be an act.
…His pure eyes showed no trace of malice, making her feel guilty for doubting him.
Pyeonghwa, his eyes shining with pure sexual desire, casually asked,
“Then who’s bringing Iseul tomorrow? Your older son? Younger son? Are your parents bringing her?”
“My in-law said she’d bring her by morning tomorrow.”
“Aha!”
Pyeonghwa smiled, saying he wished tomorrow would come quickly.
Gong Sarang, you’re really dead.
***
“Alright, one, two. Good. Once more, one, two.”
Saebyeok had a hard schedule from early morning.
Since they wouldn’t see Iseul, who was growing noticeably each day, for a whole week, a worried Gong Sarang insisted on capturing precious moments in photographs and called a photographer in the morning for family pictures and solo shots of Iseul.
Like brother like sister, she really loved taking photos.
Thinking it was only a week apart yet acting like she carried all the world’s sadness, she really was siblings with Pyeonghwa, but then again, it was detestable that someone who could feel such sadness had planned to separate him and his husband for 101 days.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
