#48
“……”
“……”
For a moment, the cock twitched in Bonoh’s hand. Bonoh’s hand trembled, then started moving again. Since Taeseong’s cock was very large and long, using just one hand would require too much movement and make his shoulder hurt. He gripped it with both hands and tried his best to follow exactly the way Taeseong had touched his own cock.
Since it wasn’t a normal size, his handling looked clumsy. Taeseong could easily make himself come with just one hand, but he was struggling even with both hands – this fact hurt Bonoh’s pride a little, but he deliberately ignored it.
“Haah…”
Still, whether he was feeling it, Taeseong’s breathing gradually became faster. The strange thing was that Bonoh also seemed to be getting out of breath. Except for holding his chin, Taeseong wasn’t even touching his body, yet he kept getting swayed by Taeseong’s arousal.
Bonoh somehow became embarrassed. He wasn’t even being touched, just gripping Taeseong’s cock, but he didn’t want to be caught getting excited. Even when he tried to pretend otherwise, the heat that had cooled down after one climax seemed to be rising again. Even biting his lips and deliberately exhaling long breaths was useless.
Then, without realizing it, the strength in his hand shaking the cock became loose. Just as his grip was about to completely relax, Taeseong overlapped and gripped Bonoh’s hand. Since it was the hand that had been inside Bonoh’s pants earlier, his own semen got on the back of Bonoh’s hand. Taeseong applied pressure and roughly shook it up and down. It wasn’t as delicate as when he touched Bonoh’s. He moved as if his only purpose was to come quickly.
On top of that, Taeseong was staring intensely at his face while moving his hand, making Bonoh feel like Taeseong was using him as material for masturbation. Embarrassed by Taeseong’s gaze, Bonoh closed his eyes.
“Mm. Uhh…”
Then Taeseong came closer and sucked his lips. Every time his soft tongue brushed the roof of his mouth, Bonoh felt dizzy. After doing this for a while, Taeseong strongly sucked Bonoh’s lower lip and climaxed.
“Haah, hah…”
As soon as Taeseong climaxed, he got up from the bed. At Taeseong’s quick departure, Bonoh felt a sense of emptiness as if he had missed something. Bonoh raised his hand to prevent semen from getting on the bed. There was so much ejaculate that Bonoh’s hand was soaked.
Bonoh was about to get up to wash his hands when Taeseong returned to the bed. He brought a whole pack of tissues, pulled out several sheets, and started wiping Bonoh’s hand.
“I can do it myself…”
“You’ll get it on the bed if you move. Stay still.”
Even though he had to wash his hands anyway, Taeseong carefully wiped his hand. Bonoh watched Taeseong’s face as he wiped his hand while holding his wrist. What was this – he had such a concentrated expression. Taeseong was looking down with his brow slightly furrowed. Even his always cold eyes seemed much softer from this angle.
How can he be so handsome… It was a face with no flaws from any angle. Looking at that face quietly, Bonoh felt like he might drool. He had thought Taeseong was his ideal type because he was a cool-looking beauty. However, even though Taeseong didn’t look cold at all right now, Bonoh couldn’t take his eyes off that face.
After wiping away all the liquid on his palm, Taeseong pulled out new tissues and wiped once more. Bonoh remembered a prank he used to do with friends when he was very young. You would grip the wrist tightly to cut off blood circulation, then repeatedly clench and unclench your fist as many times as your age. Then, while stroking the palm, when you released the hand gripping the wrist, it would feel tingly as if electricity was running through the palm. Thinking about it now, that game was just numbness from poor blood circulation, but at the time it seemed so amazing.
Even though Taeseong wasn’t gripping his wrist strongly enough to cut off circulation, Bonoh’s palm felt tingly like back then. The electric sensation traveled up his arm to his heart, making his chest tickle.
“Don’t keep moving.”
“Okay…”
He couldn’t help his fingers curling because his palm was ticklish. When Taeseong wiped the tender skin between his fingers, his hand even trembled slightly.
“That’s enough. I can wash my hands now!”
In the end, Bonoh almost shook off Taeseong’s hand and fled to the bathroom. He turned on the coldest water and vigorously scrubbed his hands. Looking at himself in the mirror, his face was flushed red up to the bridge of his nose. There was a faint palm print on the mirror where he had placed his hand while washing his face earlier.
-Overcoming Intimacy Strategy
The wolf who visited Little Red Riding Hood and the tiger who visited the siblings both disguised themselves as the other’s most intimate person. However, that was just a disguise. If you don’t want to remain just a comfortable friend, you need to reveal your true self hidden by the disguise. If the other person trusts you, try approaching with light physical contact. If their face flushes, it’s proof that it’s effective. Now the other person will be conscious of you as a man, not a friend. (However, it’s important to respect the other person’s feelings.)
Taeseong had been in a good mood lately. He thought he hadn’t properly executed the strategies Casanovafarmer taught him, but they seemed to have worked – Kim Bonoh’s attitude had subtly changed to be more active recently.
No, he might not know about other things, but he seemed to have definitely executed the overcoming intimacy strategy. Though he hadn’t intentionally approached with this strategy in mind, as a result, Taeseong had shared intimate physical contact with Bonoh. Kim Bonoh had a strong sex drive. Every time they did it, Bonoh’s face would flush, and Taeseong took this as a good sign.
The strategy mentioned light physical contact, which would probably be something like putting an arm around shoulders when taking photos, but that wasn’t enough. That level of physical contact couldn’t shake Bonoh. Because Kim Bonoh wasn’t an ordinary pervert…
Kim Bonoh even deliberately broke rules. Kim Bonoh clumsily acting because he wanted to sleep with me. Just thinking of Bonoh’s awkward acting made Taeseong burst out laughing. Looking at Bonoh, there was never a dull moment. Just watching was enjoyable.
If you like it, say you like it. If you want to do it, say you want to do it – he thought why go to such lengths, but Taeseong, who was as broad-minded as his chest was broad, generously pretended not to know and played along. It’s because he likes it but is embarrassed. Just as Taeseong was thinking this, he snapped to attention.
…It couldn’t be that what Kim Bonoh likes isn’t me but my body, meaning just the sex, right? Taeseong already had a history of being fooled. He had definitely thought Bonoh liked him and there was sufficient evidence, but in the end it wasn’t true. He couldn’t fall for the same trick again. The prey wasn’t even caught yet, so optimism was forbidden.
Kim Bonoh, do all you want of what you like. Taeseong steeled his heart. To be certain, Taeseong decided to have sex more frequently from now on. Until Kim Bonoh was confused about whether he liked the sex or him. When you develop physical attachment, emotional attachment usually follows.
***
“What, what? Suddenly…”
Bonoh was about to dry his hair. If it hadn’t been for Taeseong pressing his body against him from behind, he would have bent down to take out the hair dryer. Taeseong paid no attention to his surprised reaction and put his hands inside Bonoh’s t-shirt. His hands unhesitatingly went up along his side, heading for his nipples. Whether the moisture wasn’t fully wiped off, he put the still damp nipples between his fingers and twisted them. His other hand randomly caressed his side.
The bean-sized flesh gradually hardened. Then Taeseong, who had buried his head in Bonoh’s shoulder blade, snorted.
“Ugh, it tickles.”
When Taeseong’s breath touched his neck, Bonoh’s shoulders unconsciously hunched up. When he unconsciously tried to lean his body away from Taeseong, the hand that had been caressing his side firmly supported him, preventing escape. Even while confused, Bonoh was puzzled about why Taeseong suddenly pounced on him. He didn’t think he’d broken any rules.
Then Bonoh’s confused gaze fell on the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed. When he came out after washing, he should have left the bathroom door open to prevent moisture buildup and stood up his slippers to let the water drain. Because the dormitory bathroom was small and the ventilation fan was poor, moisture wouldn’t dissipate well if the door wasn’t left open. Taeseong had reminded him of this several times, but Bonoh habitually closed the door when leaving the bathroom.
Though unintentional, it was because he had broken a rule again this time that Taeseong had pressed his body against him. Realizing this, Bonoh’s body suddenly lost strength. He even felt somewhat disappointed. He was inwardly surprised at himself for having such feelings. He no longer denied being attracted to Taeseong. But every time he realized this anew, he was surprised, and he feared this feeling might grow even bigger.
“You even have the luxury of thinking about other things. Not concentrating?”
“Ahhh! Ah… Ah.”
Bonoh jumped and trembled when his nipple was suddenly pinched. At some point his t-shirt had been removed, and the hand that had been caressing his side was pulling down his pants along with his underwear. The thin sports shorts fell, brushing against his calves. Because the band was slightly tight, his drawers caught on his thighs.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
