Chapter 115
“Hm-”
A moan mixed with laughter escaped Muyoung’s mouth. Having become sensitive from excitement, even a light kiss felt ticklish enough to make all his fine hair stand on end.
‘Wait a minute. What did hyung just say? P-preparation?’
His dulled mind took time to interpret Seokjae’s declaration of a second round. Muyoung, who had been blinking his eyes calmly, suddenly pulled his head back as soon as he understood and exclaimed:
“Wh-wasn’t it over?!”
Seokjae, who was firmly supporting him to prevent him from falling off the desk, met his surprised, rounded eyes. Then, gently tilting his head to the side, he asked:
“Why would you think that? Are you tired perhaps?”
He glanced down.
“Hmm, that doesn’t seem to be the case… Then why?”
While it was a bit embarrassing to have his erection discovered, Muyoung felt more indignant that Seokjae had questioned his stamina, so he immediately replied:
“N-no!”
Even when classmates had teased him during his school days, calling him “Kang the Eunuch” because of his lack of interest in the opposite sex, he hadn’t cared. His junior stood up well every morning, and he had no interest in how others viewed his sexual function.
Rather, he couldn’t understand both the kids who used it as mockery and those who got angry at such teasing…
‘Wait, do I look so weak that I’d collapse without even finishing?’
For the first time, he understood the latter emotion. Muyoung moved his lips to prove his innocence, to show that he wasn’t really tired.
“N-not me, but you-”
*Thwap.*
But before he could finish, something wet and seemingly hot touched his buttocks and then separated.
*Tap tap.*
It touched various parts of his lower body not just once but several times. As if something was continuously bobbing up and down.
“You just came… right?”
Muyoung, who was trying to explain that Seokjae had just finished, lowered his gaze to identify the heavy club touching his bottom… and saw the base of a dick still proudly standing erect, pointing straight ahead in all its magnificent glory.
“Gasp.”
Muyoung swallowed his breath and quickly raised his head.
*Flinch.*
Though he turned his eyes away as if escaping, he immediately met Seokjae’s gaze, which somehow had a dark, sultry atmosphere. Seokjae smiled, his eyes curving kindly.
“Ah, I didn’t expect you to worry about that. It’s okay. You’re so sexy that I can definitely do more.”
“What?!”
While Muyoung was startled and flustered at the teasing words, Seokjae laid him back on the desk and gathered his white legs, holding them together as if embracing them with one arm.
*Squeeze-*
The soft-looking thighs were compressed in Seokjae’s arm. Naturally, as the skin shifted, areas of plump flesh rose up. With his other hand, Seokjae felt around below, gathered his own semen, and pushed it between them.
“If you’re worried, want to keep going until I can’t get it up? Then you won’t have to worry about it next time.”
Next time? Are you saying there will be a day when we do this incredible thing again? How? We’ll escape the city before my birthday comes.
Though bewilderment and complex feelings arose together, these were things he couldn’t say to Seokjae anyway. Moreover, because of Seokjae’s sensual caresses on his lower body, it didn’t seem like he could speak properly. In the end, Muyoung couldn’t question him and just shook his head.
“Really? You’re not worried?”
*Nod.*
“That’s disappointing.”
Along with his low murmur, Muyoung felt the warmth he had fully enjoyed before with his entire body, now between his thighs. It was the same illusion as before, but compared to then, it was hotter and without any sense of drowsiness.
*Squelch-*
As the dick entered between the wet flesh, a squishy sound was heard. The damp, soft flesh squeezed so tightly that it felt like he was really inside him.
“Kuk…”
Seokjae gritted his teeth in satisfaction. Simultaneously, opposite to Seokjae, Muyoung, feeling as if he was being devoured by him, closed his eyes tightly and let out a groan.
“Uh.”
*Squish- squish… Slap! Thump!*
At first, he moved leisurely as if making a path, but after a while, he held the legs tighter and began thrusting forcefully enough to shake Muyoung’s buttocks.
As the pre-cum mixed with semen and was rubbed together, white foam began to flow down the outside of Muyoung’s thighs. Feeling the lukewarm groin gradually becoming pleasantly hot, Seokjae frowned.
‘Ha, I feel like I’m going to come any moment.’
Though he was holding back, it seemed like it would end much faster than he had expected. Seokjae decided to make one more request for what he wanted before this situation concluded.
“Muyoung.”
“Hngh…”
“Kang Muyoung.”
Seokjae’s dick moving in and out between his thighs, the rough breathing, plus the position that looked like they were having sex. Every aspect of the situation was too stimulating for Muyoung.
‘I, I’m just helping hyung masturbate.’
Fearing he might ejaculate just from his thighs being rubbed, he was busy reciting mantras in his mind.
“Kang Muyoung.”
Having heard his call belatedly because of this, Muyoung opened his eyes slightly and looked at Seokjae.
“Wh-what is it…?”
Staring at Muyoung’s cheeks, which looked flushed, perhaps due to the lighting, Seokjae said:
“Sing for me.”
“Whe-what?”
Muyoung’s voice cracked at the unexpected request. Wondering if he had misheard, he asked again, and Seokjae requested once more with precise pronunciation:
“The birthday song. Sing it for me.”
“W-why suddenly in this…”
“You don’t want to?”
*Thump- Slap!*
“I-it’s not that I don’t want to, but in this situation, hng… this situation?”
“What kind of situation is this?”
*Thump. Squelch-*
“Well…”
A situation going beyond a handjob to pseudo-sexual intercourse.
Muyoung thought it would be better to just sing rather than explain the reason with his own mouth and hear the response, so he trailed off and nodded with difficulty.
“Ha-happy birth… Ah!”
As if his head hurt, Muyoung, who had been groaning softly, eventually began singing slowly. However, he stopped before even completing one verse.
*Squish- Thump! Thump!*
It was because Seokjae had begun thrusting his dick into an area that was more appropriately called the genitals than the groin, bending Muyoung’s legs until his waist curled. Their dicks, which hadn’t touched until now, rubbed against each other intensely.
“Hyung, just a moment. If you, y-uh, do that, I can’t sing properly…”
Though Muyoung protested, continuously letting out moans.
“Mm, it sounds good, so don’t stop and continue.”
“Hyung, hy-ung-”
*Slap! Squelch- Slap!*
Seokjae’s hip movements didn’t slow down; rather, they became more intense.
Muyoung tried calling him a few more times, but it was futile, and in the end, he had no choice but to continue singing, albeit reluctantly.
“Happy birth, haah… day to you. Happy, ugh. Birthday to you… Dear- hm.”
“…I said don’t stop.”
“Ungh…! D-dear, Seokjae! Happy birthday to youuu!”
Calling him by his name at the end was a bit of spite. Despite being the younger one, he took petty revenge by casually using his name.
*Stop.*
However, the moment Muyoung’s song ended, Seokjae’s movements stopped.
*Glance…*
Unconsciously checking his lower body, Muyoung blinked while catching his breath, which had become rough from excitement.
‘Oh, he didn’t finish?’
It was natural for himself, as he had put in all his effort to hold back the feeling of ejaculation, not wanting to experience the perverse situation of coming while singing. But not for Seokjae. He was just staring intensely at Muyoung.
‘Could it be because I called him by his name?’
While Muyoung was feeling uneasy, Seokjae opened his mouth with an extremely mischievous expression.
“I couldn’t hear well.”
“What?”
“I couldn’t hear clearly whose birthday you were celebrating, whose name it was. Sing it again.”
“No, what are you- huk.”
Muyoung, who was about to protest saying “That’s absurd!” hastily drew in a sharp breath.
“You don’t like just giving? Then I’ll do something good for you too.”
It was because a thick finger had dug between his buttocks. Though he tried to tighten his buttocks, it wasn’t enough to prevent Seokjae’s finger from reaching his tightly puckered hole.
“Hyung, w-where are you…!”
“Yeah. I heard men feel good when you poke their hole too. Don’t worry. I’ll do it well.”
*Kiss kiss.* Now he was even kissing Muyoung’s legs as if they were his own. And taking advantage of Muyoung’s momentary lapse in concentration as his mind grew hazy, he spread the now more slippery fluid—enhanced by both their pre-cum, more so than when it was just semen—between his buttocks as if rubbing it in.
*Squeeze-, press.*
Then he raised his fingertip and began pressing around the area in various ways, as if gauging the force needed to enter the completely closed hole.
‘Is he really going to put it in?!’
Getting off from having his dick rubbed VS getting off while having his anus poked. It was the worst balance game with the condition of singing attached. And there was even a time limit, making it impossible to deliberate for long.
Inwardly crying, Muyoung made a hasty decision and shouted:
“Again! I’ll sing it again! This time I’ll really do well!”
