Chapter 116
It wasn’t that he had momentarily considered which option was more perverted—he wasn’t stupid enough not to know that the latter was more perverted.
Meanwhile, touching his behind was something he had never once thought about in his life, so it felt outlandish… He wondered where Seokjae had even learned about such information, and whether it would truly feel good, but…
‘Hyung wouldn’t lie, and there’s definitely nothing he can’t do.’
His blind faith in Seokjae remained unshaken even in this situation, so Muyoung didn’t dwell on the matter for long. It wasn’t something he would experience now anyway.
‘Right, it’s probably better to have tried it once. If I do well, maybe I can hold back from climaxing this time too…’
He quickly finished his thoughts. In truth, he wanted to ask why Seokjae was so fixated on the birthday song, but the hand that wouldn’t leave his buttocks even after that solemn declaration left him no room to do so.
“Ahem! Happy birthday to you-”
He wanted to blurt out the entire song in rapid fire before Seokjae could do anything. But fearing Seokjae might ask him to sing it again like before, Muyoung cleared his throat and sang each syllable with great care.
“…”
As the song began, Seokjae’s well-defined eyebrows twitched once. Still, he withdrew his hands obediently, though his fingertips lingered as if reluctant to leave the creased area.
‘Who knows when I’ll get to rub against him again, I should enjoy it fully so I can restrain myself from pouncing.’
Once he’d had a taste of Muyoung’s body, there was no way he could live celibate like before. So rather than lamenting what he couldn’t have, it would be better for both of them to enjoy what they could.
Having made his decision, Seokjae immediately prepared his next move.
“Ha-happy-”
Just as Muyoung tensed his gluteal muscles, still feeling Seokjae’s touch on his buttocks—
Whoosh.
“Birth-day?!”
Seokjae grabbed both of Muyoung’s knee hollows with one hand and pressed them, folding him into an even rounder position than before. His body was folded in half with his upper and lower body touching, his buttocks raised toward the ceiling.
“Ugh.”
Whether it was from the uncomfortable position or from bearing more of Seokjae’s weight, a strained sound escaped Muyoung’s mouth due to the strong pressure on his chest area.
“…”
Despite hearing this, Seokjae showed no reaction. He was distracted by the pinkish scrotum pressed tightly under Muyoung’s groin. Unconsciously, he grasped the scrotum with his free hand and rubbed it with his thumb.
“Huhk!”
Startled when his sensitive vital point was suddenly grabbed, Muyoung’s body stiffened before his legs began to flail.
But Seokjae’s arm pressing down on his body didn’t budge easily. Instead, as if teasing, he lightly scratched the testicles with his fingertips and spoke.
“Muyoung doesn’t have a single part that isn’t pretty?”
“Hng! H-hyung. What are you saying- augh, more importantly, please let go!”
“Okay, I understand.”
Though Muyoung expected Seokjae wouldn’t easily let go based on his playful voice, contrary to expectations, Seokjae immediately withdrew his hand. Relieved, Muyoung let out a small sigh.
“Haa…”
Already tense about possibly climaxing, the pressure on his testicles had been torturous, making him feel like he might ejaculate at any moment with a tingling sensation in his groin. He was thinking how truly fortunate this was.
But as soon as that thought finished—
Bump.
A thick piece of flesh touched between Muyoung’s testicles. Seokjae strongly thrust his hips upward in that position.
Slap. Thud- thump.
The tip of Seokjae’s hard glans scraped between Muyoung’s scrotum. The thick dick rubbed against his perineum and groin, creating an even stronger stimulation than before.
“Ah, aah! Hnng!”
“Haa, come to think of it, why aren’t you continuing the song?”
Seokjae persistently asked, not forgetting about the song, but Muyoung couldn’t comply as he struggled to endure the overwhelming pleasure.
Just as his fingertips and toes, which had been faintly tinged red like flower petals beginning to color, turned pale white from tension—
Grip-
“Hiiik.”
Seokjae blocked Muyoung’s dick, which had gone from pink to angry red. Forgetting even his attempt to hold back climaxing, Muyoung shook his head and grabbed Seokjae’s wrist.
“Ah, ah- ahngk!”
He wanted to beg for release, but only moans escaped his mouth. Fortunately, his desperation seemed to be conveyed, as Seokjae whispered a solution like a tempting demon.
“Muyoung, if you don’t sing, it’ll stay like this, you know?”
That damn song! What’s so important about it!
“Huaa!”
Even as his mind grew hazy with the sound of various bodily fluids mixing and echoing all around, he wanted to scream. But only hot moans escaped his open mouth.
In the end, rather than resist, Muyoung began to sing a chaotic song like a broken music box with its spring wound up.
“Ha-happy, happy birth… nng! D-day! Happy! Hnnng, birth, haa- haa… day!”
“Huu…”
“Beloved Tae Seokjae! Hnng! Happy birth, ngh, day!”
This time, to ensure Seokjae couldn’t claim he hadn’t heard properly, Muyoung properly called out his name, gritting his teeth and suppressing his moans. After finishing, Muyoung looked at Seokjae with eyes that said ‘Is that enough now?!’ and melted right there. Seokjae was smiling a honey-thick smile.
“Yes.”
“What? Ah, uh!”
The immediate response. For a moment, Muyoung wondered if he had really blurted out his true feelings. As he unconsciously touched his lips, Seokjae began to thrust his dick with the roughest movements yet.
Slap, slap! Thud! Thump-!
Muyoung’s soft flesh mercilessly shook as it collided with the hard body, and before long, Seokjae deeply thrust his dick into the sticky groin and ejaculated.
Gulp, gulp. The ejaculated semen dripped onto the desk, flowing down Muyoung’s lower body.
“Hngh…”
Muyoung, who climaxed simultaneously as Seokjae released his dick at the moment of ejaculation, ended up covered in his own semen due to his curled-up position. He slightly frowned at the pungent smell as Seokjae slowly released his legs, breathing heavily.
“Haa, haa.”
Splash. Having completely lost strength, Muyoung’s legs spread to the sides and settled on the desk with a moist sound. The small rebound created a small moan from Muyoung’s mouth.
“Hng…”
Even that slight movement was a severe stimulation to his sensitive dick.
“…Muyoung.”
Seokjae looked satisfactorily at Muyoung, who seemed to be in a deeper afterglow than when he had climaxed in his hand last night, and pulled him into his arms. Not minding at all the body soiled with sticky white fluid. Like an animal expressing affection, he rubbed their cheeks together and whispered in a low voice.
“Thank you for celebrating my birthday. It was the best gift.”
In reality, what Muyoung had prepared were perfectly wholesome and romantic gifts—a bouquet and a cake—while the adult-rated gift was practically extorted through semi-threats.
But the person who might contest this was busy both wallowing in the afterglow of climax and…
‘I’ll never be able to wish anyone else a happy birthday ever again…’
Mourning his lost dignity.
In truth, Muyoung was convinced he was under some perverted curse. Because from now on, just hearing the words “happy birthday” would reflexively remind him of today’s events.
‘No, after hyung leaves, I won’t have anyone to celebrate with anyway, so maybe it doesn’t matter?’
Perhaps because they were not far from the outskirts of the city, whatever thoughts he had kept leading to contemplating the time he would be alone.
Then he inadvertently turned his head and spotted the wall clock.
‘Ah…’
Only then did Muyoung realize it was already past midnight and had become the next day. Along with the thought that he had sung the song after the birthday had already passed, the realization that his days with Seokjae had already decreased by one flashed through his mind.
“Ngh…”
Whether it was the late hour making him emotional, his nose tingled and he let out a small groan, to which Seokjae immediately responded.
“What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”
“No, I’m fine. Just… a bit cold.”
“Cold?”
To the question tinged with doubt, Muyoung didn’t respond and instead hugged Seokjae’s body, which seemed to radiate warmth. Unlike before, he was in his right mind.
‘We’ve already done worse than this anyway…’
He felt this much wasn’t a big deal, and he wanted to remember everything about Seokjae as much as possible even after they parted when Seokjae escaped the city. His cool scent, firm texture, strong heartbeat, and even the body temperature that might just be his delusion—all of it.
* * *
The next morning.
“Ugh.”
As usual, Muyoung put a spoonful of wet canned food in his mouth, but immediately felt nauseous and hurriedly covered his mouth.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
