#77
Kang Jihan pulled Nam Seonwoo’s other ankle, wrapping it around his waist and pulling his pelvis onto his thigh.
Seonwoo kept kicking, protesting the blatant observation of his lower body, but each kick only lifted his hips higher, pulling him closer to Jihan.
“Look at this.”
Jihan flicked the glans with his fingertip, a playful expression on his face.
“He likes it, doesn’t he?”
Seonwoo gritted his teeth, swallowing a moan, and glared at him. Jihan didn’t seem inclined to change his position.
The discomfort of his hips suspended in the air was secondary to the fact that he was practically displaying himself to Jihan.
It would have been better to only show his back.
Judging by his words and actions, Jihan seemed to be a first-timer, and Seonwoo felt a little embarrassed to be caught so thoroughly aroused by such a novice. …No, actually, a lot embarrassed.
Remembering he had to act the part of someone promiscuous, Seonwoo steeled himself. It felt incredibly awkward to adopt an image so unlike his own, but in bed, acting wasn’t that demanding. Sex with Jihan was always the best.
“What are you doing?”
However, it wasn’t Jihan he needed to enjoy this, but the act itself.
Reminding himself of this, Seonwoo said irritably.
“I’m not finishing.”
Jihan’s unwavering gaze on his lower body suggested he would do something pointless again.
To prevent him from burying his face there or something, Seonwoo reached down, grasped his own sex, and rubbed it against his entrance, drawing Jihan’s attention.
“Fuck me already, you idiot.”
Jihan thrust his dick inside. Unlike before, with his legs spread, the penetration wasn’t painful.
Holding his breath against the foreign feeling of it filling his belly, Jihan gently caressed his stomach.
A pleased sigh escaped him amidst the heat surrounding them.
The flesh inside slowly scraped against his walls, restless.
Seonwoo placed his hand over Jihan’s, urging him on, and the dick throbbed urgently inside him.
“Ah…!”
His body slid down Jihan’s thigh from the recoil, but Jihan immediately pulled his pelvis closer. Instead of moving his hips, he held Seonwoo’s pelvis and began rocking him back and forth.
Seonwoo’s vision swam from the uncontrolled swaying.
But his body adapted quickly, opening itself to the dick probing this way and that.
He pulled himself further inward when Jihan entered, and clung fiercely to the flesh whenever it threatened to withdraw.
A blush crept onto his face at the embarrassing sounds emanating from below. He covered his face with his arms, and laughter came from above.
“I want to see.”
He didn’t need to see. He knew exactly where Jihan’s gaze was fixed. Jihan deliberately moved his hips slowly to produce more wet sounds.
The sounds became more explicit with the lubricating fluids clinging to the flesh, and his laughter deepened.
“You know?”
“Hmph, just, shut up… .”
“Your inner flesh is pink too.”
Crazy bastard.
Ignoring him, Seonwoo endured the moans, but Jihan muttered to himself.
“Is it because you eat a lot of peaches?”
Seonwoo kicked Jihan’s back hard with his heel.
Even after being kicked, Jihan seemed pleased, a dimple appearing on his cheek. Seonwoo covered his eyes, trying to shake off the image before him.
It was clearly his first time. Yet, his body accepted Jihan with a familiarity as if it remembered him.
But somehow, he felt Jihan was the same.
The supposed first-timer was already moving his hips skillfully, as if he knew exactly where to hit.
“Ah, haak…!”
The tip brushed against the spot that had been touched earlier, and the inner walls clamped down tightly on Jihan.
But instead of roughly thrusting there like before, Jihan only teased the area around it.
The anticipation grew as the expected stimulation didn’t come.
“There, not there, ah… .”
“Here?”
“No… hmph, just!”
He tried to shift his position, but the awkward angle on the hard thigh made it difficult. Unable to bear the itch, Seonwoo finally pushed off the bed with his feet, lifting his hips.
He moved his hips to stimulate the peak, and a satisfied moan escaped his lips.
Just as he was about to move faster to seek more stimulation, Jihan thrust forcefully.
“Ha-uh…!”
“…Ha.”
Jihan swallowed a stifled moan as the inner walls, like a triumphant cry, squeezed his dick. He leaned over Seonwoo’s upper body, his long, white legs thrown up in the air.
He pinned Seonwoo down, relentlessly pounding his lower body.
Seonwoo’s body trembled convulsively under the weight of the thrusts. His hips rose and slammed back onto the bed in time with the rapid pounding.
“Ah, haak, ah, good… .”
Seonwoo panted, unaware of the words spilling from his mouth.
His sensitive inner walls were entirely erogenous zones.
No matter where the glans touched, he repeated that it felt good, clenching around the dick, and Jihan relentlessly pushed him to the brink.
Seonwoo’s vision began to whiten.
He felt like he was being pushed to the edge of a cliff, his toes curling.
He let out fragmented moans, his body convulsing violently.
Jihan stopped moving his hips.
The inner walls squeezed his dick as if to wring it out, but Jihan endured the urge to cum, quickly memorizing the face beneath him.
He had never seen such a sight, even in his wildest dreams.
His chin, tilted towards the ceiling, trembled pathetically from the aftermath of the climax, his flushed face glistening with moisture, shining even in the dim light.
But the most breathtaking sight was the dick embedded in him, releasing its semen.
“…Really hot.”
Jihan murmured in admiration, grasping his reddened dick, and Seonwoo shuddered again. Jihan looked down at the white fluid pouring onto his hand, unable to contain himself, and pulled Seonwoo into a tight embrace.
“Hmph, uh… .”
Seonwoo whimpered and bucked against the dick that had penetrated even further, but Jihan didn’t let go.
Holding his rapidly beating heart close, Jihan came inside Seonwoo.
Seonwoo blinked slowly.
His vision cleared, and the sensations that had momentarily vanished returned one by one.
The hot, sticky semen still felt through the condom, the lips brushing his cheek.
Perhaps because of the light kiss, in contrast to his damp lower body, his thoughts remained hazy, like a fog.
After a while, Seonwoo spoke first.
“Take… it out.”
Jihan showed no sign of removing it.
Seonwoo pushed him away with both hands, and with a muffled sound, the dick withdrew.
“…….”
He doubted whether he had actually cummed, as it was still the same size.
It seemed better for his mental health not to look.
Turning his back on the offending dick, Seonwoo asked casually.
“We’re doing it again, right?”
His waist ached, but he knew Jihan wouldn’t stop there.
Seonwoo reached for his phone on the nightstand and checked it.
Luckily, he didn’t have any morning classes.
He was calculating how much sleep he could get when a hand suddenly snatched his phone.
“Why the phone?”
Before he could answer, Jihan’s weight settled on his back.
“Are you going to call someone?”
“What… ah!”
Seonwoo swallowed a curse as the dick abruptly entered him.
The relaxed inner walls easily accommodated Jihan, but he still needed some mental preparation.
Jihan tossed the phone onto the bed.
The lock screen showed Seonwoo’s schedule.
He stared blankly at the innocuous image, then his gaze fell on the notification bar below.
Several messages from Kim Minhwann and some classmates were stacked up.
Then, Jihan said something strange.
“Make a call.”
“What?”
“Tell them you’re having sex with me right now.”
He abruptly started moving his hips.
Seonwoo bit his lip against the dick rapidly churning inside him.
‘This crazy bastard… why again?’
Jihan’s sudden request, after just a glance at the clock, made him wonder if the guy had some bizarre fetish.
But judging by his tone, like a threat, and the strangely rough sex, he seemed to have misunderstood something.
And that misunderstanding would, unintentionally, help his act.
Seonwoo scanned the screen again.
He could understand Kim Minhwann, but the names of the other classmates would be unfamiliar to Jihan.
The fact that there were several, and that they all contacted him as ‘hyung’ (older brother).
‘At this time of night.’
He wasn’t sure if he should call himself lucky… but Jihan seemed to think of them as partners.
“What are you doing?
Not calling.”
“……Who should I call?”
“I don’t know. Whoever you usually meet.”
Right. Seonwoo stifled a chuckle.
Jihan was weeding out the competition.
He was trying to get rid of his previous ‘partners.’
It was unbelievable.
He knew that someone who would leave after one night wasn’t worth keeping, but this possessive behavior definitely needed to be dealt with.
Mentally apologizing to his innocent classmates, Seonwoo calmly replied.
“Should I?”
“…….”
“But then, you’ll want to join in, won’t you?”
The dick, which had been moving back and forth rapidly, stopped abruptly.
Seonwoo stared at the bedsheets without turning around, driving home his point.
“I haven’t tried a threesome, but… I think I could.”
