Chapter 114
Muyoung, his head helplessly fixed facing forward, couldn’t hide his bewilderment at Seokjae’s strong grip. Seokjae spoke to him, grinding his teeth with each syllable.
“I told you, stay still?”
His tone was reproachful, as if asking how Muyoung could have already forgotten. But this wasn’t something in Muyoung’s memory. Forgetting even his attempt to escape those dark eyes, he shot Seokjae a look filled with indignation.
“Wh-when did you say that?”
“…”
Though his pronunciation was difficult with his plump cheeks pressed against the rough hand, Muyoung managed to ask, and Seokjae looked at him with an expression that said “Is that really important right now?” and answered.
“I said it earlier. That I wouldn’t make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with. If you move, I become an asshole forcing this on you. Is that what you want?”
You meant I ‘have to’ stay still, not that I ‘can’ stay still?!
His lips, sticking out like a bird’s beak, quivered in disbelief at this almost unreasonable claim, but because he didn’t want to make the other a “fucking asshole,” he tried not to move.
“Haa… haha.”
At this sight, Seokjae let out a light laugh along with his uneven breathing. Kang Muyoung, following his command that wasn’t really a command, had forgotten to close his legs after his pants were removed. It was as if his entire body and mind were under Seokjae’s control.
That sight excited him tremendously. Naturally, the sound of his masturbation, which had slowed while they conversed, quickened again.
Swish- swish swish-
The friction sound of his large hand sliding up and down his heavy dick grew loud enough to mask his rough breathing.
Throughout all this, his gaze never left Muyoung for a single moment.
The relatively fleshy thighs of those slender legs. Between them, the defenseless, pretty dick resembling their owner and the round buttocks. The waist covered by the white t-shirt, seemingly not even half his own size, and the nipples the same color as his dick. The thin neck that looked like it could be easily broken with one hand. And finally, the picture-perfect face he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Every part of him heightened his arousal. It was incredibly pleasing that in the brightly lit office, there was nothing to obstruct his view except his own shadow.
Seokjae moved the hand that had been holding Muyoung’s face to support his shoulder from behind his back.
“Huu…”
“Ngh-”
Barely resisting the urge to bite, he nuzzled against Muyoung’s nape while vigorously stroking his dick. Taking a deep breath and roughly rubbing the tip with his fingerprints, a moan escaped through his mouth.
“Kuk.”
He wanted nothing more than to savagely suck on the tongue hidden inside those soft, plump lips, and mercilessly thrust his dick into him.
But Seokjae maintained his reason until the end, satisfied with just rubbing his lips against the skin that was no longer cold but lukewarm, perhaps from absorbing his body heat. Back when Muyoung first started following him, he had done various experiments and realized Muyoung wasn’t an ordinary human.
Moreover, as someone who remembered Muyoung’s final moments being chased by a zombie horde, Seokjae could only guess his identity. That despite being bitten by zombies, for some reason, he hadn’t completely transformed.
There were other obvious signs too. Too cold to be human, heartbeat too slow, and he didn’t sleep.
So he had to restrain himself.
‘I don’t want to be remembered as someone who turned into a zombie during sex.’
Of course, if that happened, due to the trauma of becoming a zombie, Muyoung wouldn’t have sex with anyone else. That seemed nice in a way, but he wasn’t stupid enough to give up future feasts for immediate temptation.
And considering that their hearts connected even while just rubbing against each other like kids, it was something he couldn’t have imagined before, so he didn’t feel too disappointed ending it here.
‘No, I did imagine it. I just didn’t act on it for fear of ruining our relationship.’
Thinking about it that way, he was proud of himself for gradually reaching this point. It felt more fulfilling than when he had negotiated the near-impossible contract terms his grandmother had thrown at him as soon as he became an adult.
‘Yes. Compared to before, I should be grateful for even this much.’
However, unlike his thoughts, he deliberately didn’t hide the lustful look in his eyes. Now that they had confirmed their mutual attraction, there was no reason to hide anymore.
Above all, he wanted Muyoung to know that he was showing restraint. And there was one thing he wanted to prevent in advance, as Muyoung probably didn’t know that he was aware of his identity.
‘He shouldn’t feel upset that I’m not kissing him.’
There are people who value kisses more than sex, the so-called romantics, and Muyoung seemed like that type.
Meanwhile, the person being worried about possibly feeling hurt from not being kissed… was in shock after realizing he was being used for Seokjae’s masturbation.
‘Is h-hyung getting excited while looking at me?’
Since Seokjae had asked for help relieving his built-up desire, Muyoung knew he wouldn’t leave his dick limp. But he thought he would be a masturbation aid… to put it bluntly, he thought he’d be used as a masturbation tool. But to go beyond that and be used as eye candy.
‘Is that even possible with just my body?! No way…’
He knew he wasn’t ugly from what he had seen and heard. He had received confessions and been hit on, though the latter he only found out about later from friends… Anyway, he didn’t think his appearance was bad enough to be a negative.
Yet the reason he couldn’t believe he had become Seokjae’s eye candy—or to put it crudely, masturbation material—was because of Seokjae himself.
Tae Seokjae had a perfect face and body that made looking at a mirror better than using another person as masturbation material!
‘Of c-course, that’s just an objective fact. It’s not like hyung is a pervert who gets excited looking at himself in the mirror.’
Even if he were, it would be understandable with his looks. Always seeing his own amazing face, his standards would be high.
‘I never thought I would meet those standards…’
But it was hard to call it a misunderstanding.
“…Ngh.”
His gaze scanning over Muyoung’s entire body like a lick. The large hand moving as if tracing his back. The strange sensations and his increasingly rough breathing. Plus, the suppressed moans that were becoming more frequent.
Muyoung, with his upper body suspended in Seokjae’s arms, trembled as lips tickled his nape.
‘So hyung feels that way when he sees me too. Then maybe hyung was excited yesterday too? And th-that’s why he asked for help today…’
Just as he had strange thoughts about Seokjae at all times, he wondered if Seokjae had also felt a sudden sexual desire when seeing him last night, even if it had started as pure goodwill.
‘Wow… wow! Wait, aaah! What should I do?’
His whole body felt burning hot and ticklish, as if scalded by fire. He tightly curled his fingers and toes and squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling incomparable to anything before.
‘It f-feels good…’
To be someone else’s sexual object. If it were anyone else, he would have cursed and run away without looking back. No, such a situation wouldn’t have occurred in the first place. He would never get excited because of someone other than Seokjae, nor would he help anyone else masturbate.
Tap, tap- swish- creak.
Whether due to his state of mind, Muyoung felt like the obscene sounds that had been continuing for a while were getting louder, making him want to cover his ears immediately.
‘I told you, stay still?’
Remembering Seokjae’s threatening words, he just bit his lip and endured all the sensations.
Chu. Chup-
But when Seokjae, who had been nibbling his way up his neck with his lips, blew breath against his ear, he couldn’t possibly stay still.
“Hnng!”
Muyoung finally let out a sobbing sound and fled, but paradoxically, his destination was Seokjae’s arms. Hanging onto him as if seeking embrace, Muyoung’s face had a faint red tint, like a tomato just beginning to ripen.
Squeeze.
“Kuk.”
Due to the sudden closeness, Muyoung, who had been suspended in the air in Seokjae’s arms, ended up in a position that looked like he was sitting on the massive dick. In the process, the dick brushed against his perineum and slid along his buttock crease.
Already feeling close to ejaculation, a gush of sticky semen soon poured from Seokjae’s dick.
Drip- drop…
Following gravity, the semen flowed along the soft curves of his buttocks down to his groin. The sensation of the sticky liquid slowly flowing down was so ticklish it gave him goosebumps, and Muyoung trembled involuntarily.
‘Wh-what should I do?’
And his chest was trembling too. While there was great joy and surprise at making Seokjae ejaculate with his body, he also felt a tightness in his lower abdomen and perineum, as if the muscles were being stretched taut.
‘I-I got hard.’
Already stimulated by watching his love interest masturbate—a scene that would have made his chest burst if his heart had been beating—and then having Seokjae’s dick scrape between his testicles and buttocks. It was impossible not to get hard in such a situation.
‘…Should I take care of it myself after hyung finishes?’
As this was his first such experience with Seokjae, his highly aroused state was making Muyoung’s head strange, and his barely functioning brain came up with an odd solution.
Meanwhile, Seokjae was touching Muyoung’s buttocks and groin with his hand.
‘This should be wet enough not to cause wounds from friction.’
After confirming that the lower half of Muyoung’s body that he was going to borrow was thoroughly wet, he kissed his earlobe, using whispering as a pretext.
“Thanks for keeping me company while I prepared. Thanks to you, it ended quickly.”
Smooch.
An incredibly cute sound rang out, contrasting with the pungent scent and sticky atmosphere.
