Chapter 118
“…Here?”
“Come up and sit.”
He just stared at me silently. It was the face of someone who suspected trickery might be lurking in front of such an advantageous proposal.
We were conscious of each other with tension at a distance where even the slightest tremor of breath couldn’t be hidden. Surprisingly, even naked and completely wet, unable to dress up with clothes or hairstyle, he was quite handsome. His eyes especially were positioned unusually deep, giving him atmosphere. Whatever rumors surrounded him, to me his eyes clearly seemed inherited from Kim Juseon.
While I watched his long, stiff eyelashes blinking slowly, he released the arms that had been holding me. The sound of water streaming down his naked body as he stood up sharpened my nerves.
His body, slick and glistening with remaining bubbles, was strong and beautiful. His body was like a luxury timepiece of precise movement, crafted from the combination of dozens and hundreds of delicately trained muscles. Watching the reactions of muscles that were tightly connected and writhing naturally brought such thoughts.
His body, which had completely changed my preference for partners of similar height and build to mine, was heavier and more magnificent than past memories.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
Having swept from his face to the top of his head several times with wet hands, he asked me while sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
“How was I smiling?”
“It looked like a somewhat bitter smile?”
I was honestly a little surprised by his sharp observation.
I stirred the foam that had died down considerably and was floating sparsely with my hand, speaking casually as if making passing conversation.
“Just… thinking it’s a waste.”
“What is?”
He picked up the showerhead that was inserted in the bathtub’s faucet. He pulled out the hose that had been hidden inside and began washing away the foam between his legs.
His cock was erected in an obscene form to the point where there was nowhere proper to look, but he seemed to have no self-consciousness about exposing it. His appearance sitting with legs spread, washing his cock, looked more like a man of the streets than the chaebol that people envied. Rather than elegant, it was vulgar; rather than symbolic, it was direct and explicit.
“……”
He glanced at me but didn’t urge an answer. With an expression that seemed to know roughly what I was thinking, he let out a low sigh and returned the showerhead to its place.
“I told you before, right? Not sleeping with other people was my choice. I didn’t sleep around because I didn’t want to.”
A magnificent body, handsome face, plus wealth and power.
There must have been plenty of people who wanted him.
My face felt like it would heat up from having my thoughts read so directly. I stopped playing with the foam and splashed water on my face for no reason.
“I didn’t endure by forcing myself to abstain—there was absolutely no one who made me want to do it… what could I do about that?”
He shrugged and stretched out his right leg long. Then he pressed my knee gently with his toes.
“So don’t feel strange responsibility and come here.”
“……”
“I’ve finally discovered someone who meets my standards, so I’m in a period where my sexual desire is exploding lately. If you’re going to feel responsibility, I’d like you to feel it about that.”
Looking up at him who was gazing down at me, I eventually smiled. Still in a kneeling position, I crawled awkwardly between his thighs.
I placed my hands on his firm thighs and stroked his skin as I moved further inward. His right hand gently penetrated between my wet hair.
His cock was erected hard enough to stick closely to his lower abdomen. I was amazed by the strength that firmly supported such thickness and length that made me wonder if it wouldn’t be heavy. I wrapped my hand around the base and shook it up and down experimentally. The thin surface skin repeatedly slid up and was pulled down following my hand’s movement.
“Mm…”
Letting out a pleasant low moan, he gently stroked my scalp with the fingers tangled in my hair.
From the base area I gripped with my hand to the glans, I spread my tongue wide and licked upward. When I reached the glans that was comparable in size to someone’s fist, I licked the surface several times like licking ice cream.
Despite having washed just moments ago, clear liquid immediately flowed from the urethra. On my tongue it mixed with saliva and stuck together stickily. The odorless liquid only proved that his sexual arousal was heightening because of me, causing no revulsion.
I licked that bodily fluid without hesitation. I hooked my tongue tip on the prominent edge of the glans and flicked it, and also slid my lips along the protruding blood vessels that seemed ready to burst.
Though he had buried his face between my legs before, or we had buried our faces in each other’s crotches and sucked each other’s cocks together, this was the first time I was unilaterally giving him fellatio. Though it was a posture that suggested humiliation and submission, knowing he wasn’t lording over me made it merely stimulating.
While rubbing widely over the glans with the back of my tongue, I glanced up at him.
He leaned his upper body back slightly, looking down at me with his head tilted sideways. His lips were parted and his eyes were moist. His firmly split chest and lower abdomen rising and falling steeply somehow looked like a pitiful beast with fatal wounds.
I didn’t avoid his eyes. I licked up long from the base and finally pushed the glans between my lips with difficulty.
“Ugh.”
As if a syringe needle had suddenly pierced his skin, his large body trembled with a start. The hand that had been stroking my scalp like combing suddenly gripped my hair strongly. His frowning face that bit his lower lip tightly as if complaining of pain aroused excitement.
My cock, which had half-subsided after climaxing, began to stir again. I tried to press my thighs together like someone holding back the urge to urinate, but his right foot pushed my left knee outward, interfering.
“Mmm. Mmph.”
I gripped the cock that was difficult to swallow even halfway no matter how hard I tried with both hands and looked up at him. His face, ecstatic yet pained, was flushed red as he watched me.
Though I could only take in about one or two finger joints more than the glans, I moved my face diligently. I repeatedly pushed it as close to my throat as possible then spit it out of my mouth.
I pressed my tightly closed lips against the glans surface and pushed it in while opening my lips. I could feel the shape of the glans edge as it entered, scraping my palate and tongue.
Mmm… when moans resonated from inside my throat, he slightly lifted his buttocks to rub the parts that felt good to him inside my mouth.
I wanted to take it fully and squeeze it like penetration, but I couldn’t. I rubbed my lips against the slippery surface of the glans while looking at him. His face was scrunched to the maximum as if enduring anger. I stuck out my tongue and lightly struck the top of my tongue with his hard cock—tap, tap.
That’s when it happened.
“Mmph! Mmph, hup!”
His hand that had been gently scratching my scalp among my hair suddenly applied force and pulled the back of my head. His cock roughly invaded my mouth. My face was lowered as if burying my head in his crotch, but even so, there was a limit to the length I could swallow.
When he pressed my head down, his cock disappeared about halfway into my mouth, and when he relaxed his grip, it emerged long again. Saliva I couldn’t swallow mixed with his precum and flowed down the shaft of his cock. Precum should definitely be odorless, but strangely it felt like sensual smells were completely occupying my sense of smell.
Splash, splash.
He suddenly stood up from his seat. Standing with his legs spread wide to match the height of my lips as I knelt, he began shaking his hips back and forth. His two large hands completely cupped my cheeks and ears, fixing me in place.
All I could do was keep my mouth open until my jaw ached. It was impossible to suck his glans deep past my throat and tighten, or press and squeeze firmly.
Taking it fully. Being spread open, filled, and leaving it to his movements. That was all I could do.
I wrapped both arms around his legs where the straight muscles that vertically divided his thighs were clearly split. I groped his waist and buttocks that repeatedly bunched hard then relaxed in rhythm with the beat entering and exiting my mouth. I kneaded his testicles that swayed heavily back and forth almost like undulation in my hands, sometimes pulling them slightly to induce ejaculation.
When even the wave sounds that had been continuously audible until just before were completely swallowed by the splashing occurring in the bathtub, he climaxed hotly while completely disheveling my hair.
“Hah, hah… hah… kuh…”
Thick semen flowed down following his cock as it withdrew. Though he pulled out his cock almost immediately, my mouth was stickily filled with semen I couldn’t spit out in time.
He was the one who climaxed, but I was swaying more. He had just finished climaxing so it would be natural to go limp, but he gave no respite. He put his hands under my armpits and made me stand up.
“Uh. Why… why are you…”
He pressed down on my shoulders to sit me on the edge of the bathtub, then sat in front of me while grinding his teeth like an angry person.
“Show me the marks I left.”
Even before his choked voice finished, he was already spreading my legs. And excessively wide at that.
He brought his face close like someone urgently searching for something between my legs spread almost 180 degrees, vulgarly wide open.
The day I had visited his home. The marks where he had chewed all around my groin until it was red and purple had now faded considerably.
“Hah! Hah… uh.”
Like a child blindly sucking milk, he attacked again and chewed the flesh. He was overlaying new marks on each fading mark.
I who had been struggling to somehow close my legs gave up resistance at some point. I tangled my fingers through his hair as he had done to me. If this could somewhat calm his anxiety, it wasn’t an expensive price.
As if praising him, I stroked his head and hooked my calves over his broad shoulders. He who had been burying his lips beside my testicles and biting painfully looked up at my face with my half-erect cock between us. I squeezed his face from both sides with my thighs and tried to smile as if relaxed.
“When this project ends… I’ll let you leave marks all over my body.”
His lips, which had moved to deeper, more secret places, set teeth against tender skin. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes in pleasure that made my consciousness hazy. I couldn’t tell if the constantly swaying and breaking wave sounds were coming from outside the window or were ripples occurring inside the bathtub.
I just felt like I was being carried far away by the waves. To, for instance, the summer sea of Paeli where I had swimming competitions with twenty-year-old him.
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Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
