#67
“Joo Taeseong…”
At that moment, Bonoh returned to the room. The laundry room was on the 4th floor, and since he only needed to start the washing machine, there was no reason for it to take long. Bonoh seemed speechless as he saw Taeseong burying his nose in his clothes while trying to take off his shoes.
Sniff. Ha. Taeseong deliberately took a deep breath as if to show off. His chest swelled greatly. Bonoh’s face, which had cooled down after going to the laundry room, turned red again.
“What the hell!”
Bonoh, who had been frozen for a moment, walked up to Taeseong. Taeseong tried to prevent Bonoh from snatching the clothes he was holding by lifting them higher.
“What are you doing? Give it to me!”
“I found it on my bed, so I thought it was mine and was smelling it. I haven’t smelled it enough yet, so wait.”
“What, what’s yours? You already took all your stuff away. That’s my clothes, so give it to me, quickly!”
“Hmm. I don’t think so. Wait a minute, if I smell it once more, I think I can tell for sure.”
When Taeseong tried to smell it again, Bonoh panicked and lunged at him. Taeseong laughed and stepped back. The more he did, the more Bonoh followed him desperately. Then, their legs got tangled, and they fell onto the bed. Taeseong fell backward, and Bonoh ended up on top of him.
“I told you it’s mine!”
Bonoh finally snatched the clothes from Taeseong’s hands.
“Yeah, I see. Now that I’ve smelled it, I can tell for sure.”
Taeseong laughed softly, and his chest vibrated with the laughter. Bonoh looked down at where his hand was placed. As they fell together, his hand had ended up on Taeseong’s bare chest.
With a dazed expression, Bonoh felt his own chest. Seeing Bonoh, whose rough palm was brushing against his bare skin, Taeseong’s face lost its smile. The feeling of Bonoh’s rough palm brushing against his bare skin wasn’t bad.
“Mmm…”
“Hey, no, I was just trying to see if you got burned!”
When Taeseong moaned softly, Bonoh startled and said. Whether he was trying to check for burns or not, Taeseong was just disappointed that Bonoh’s hand had left his chest.
“How does it feel when you touch it? Does it feel burned?”
“No burns, and it’s perfectly fine. You don’t need to worry.”
Bonoh exaggeratedly patted Taeseong’s chest a couple of times and tried to get up. When Taeseong hugged Bonoh’s waist, Bonoh, who was trying to get up, fell back onto Taeseong’s chest. Bonoh’s face flushed even more as Taeseong laughed playfully.
“…”
Taeseong brushed Bonoh’s flushed nape with his hand. Bonoh shivered slightly as if the hand was a bit cold. As their gazes collided in the air, the atmosphere became strange.
“Joo Taeseong, you…”
“Hmm?”
Taeseong bumped his nose as if urging. Their breaths mixed, and their lips were about to touch.
“Ugh!”
Bonoh tightly closed his eyes and kissed Taeseong. It was a light peck, not leading to a deep kiss, as if rushing.
“What was that just now, Kim Bonoh?”
Taeseong couldn’t help but laugh and asked.
“No, it’s not that…”
“What is it, then?”
“That, I’m punishing you.”
“Punishing me for what?”
“You touched someone else’s stuff, and now you’re taking off your clothes too!”
Taeseong could have refuted Bonoh’s words in many ways. He had touched someone else’s belongings because Bonoh’s clothes were on his bed, and he was taking off his top to do the laundry. He could have said that the bed wasn’t his anymore since he had moved out of the dormitory, but if that were the case, the rules should have been invalidated the moment he left. If he had worn any clothes carelessly, it would have been like touching someone else’s belongings.
One way or another, Bonoh’s words were full of loopholes. Knowing that he was being unreasonable, Bonoh avoided eye contact as if embarrassed.
“Yeah, I broke the rules again, so what can I do?”
“What can you do? You have to be punished by me.”
As Taeseong agreed, Bonoh looked at Taeseong’s lips and said. Taeseong placed Bonoh’s palm back on his chest and closed his eyes.
Bonoh hesitated for a moment before kissing Taeseong. This time, it wasn’t a childish peck but a fairly intense kiss.
As soon as their lips touched, Taeseong gently sucked on Bonoh’s lower lip. With the arm he was hugging, he caressed Bonoh’s side. Bonoh’s mouth opened in response. Taeseong’s soft tongue slipped into the slightly open gap.
He gently sucked on the tip of Bonoh’s tongue and then let go. Bonoh, with his eyes tightly closed and his tongue tense, was clearly nervous. Taeseong gently bit Bonoh’s lower lip again to tell him not to be nervous. The already plump lips felt swollen from the brief sucking.
“Hmm… Mmm.”
Taeseong licked the inside of Bonoh’s lower lip with his tongue as if tasting it. Bonoh’s nose let out a nasal sound, and Taeseong felt the tension leave his lips.
Taeseong tilted his head slightly to avoid bumping noses and pushed his tongue deeper. As he freely explored and savored the inside of Bonoh’s mouth, Bonoh’s hand tightened.
Unconsciously, as he applied more force, Bonoh grabbed Taeseong’s chest and then startled, letting go. Then, he cautiously began to grope. Taeseong inwardly scoffed at the hand that pretended not to know and slowly groped his chest.
You can touch me harder. Anyway, Kim Bonoh was timid.
Taeseong swallowed the saliva that had pooled in his mouth from Bonoh and then let go. After lightly kissing Bonoh’s wet lips, which were panting, he took off Bonoh’s top.
“Did you lose weight?”
“Do I? I’m not sure.”
Taeseong asked, brushing Bonoh’s stomach with his palm. Although Bonoh himself didn’t seem to notice, the soft feeling without much fat had weakened. Taeseong regretfully stroked Bonoh’s stomach with his large hand repeatedly. Then, he lowered his hand further and undid Bonoh’s pants buckle.
“Ah, I’ll do it, I’ll take them off.”
“Okay, then.”
Bonoh hastily got off Taeseong’s body. A few steps away from the bed, he hesitated for a moment and then slowly started to take off his pants.
Not knowing that it was more irritating to act like that after seeing everything, Taeseong watched Bonoh slowly take off his pants and underwear. At the same time, he undid his own pants buckle and took out his cock, starting to stroke it. Bonoh didn’t realize that his buttocks and the area between them were clearly visible as he bent his waist to lower his pants and underwear.
“What, what are you doing?”
“Hmm? Admiring. Come up now.”
Bonoh, who had discovered Taeseong masturbating, flinched and awkwardly climbed onto Taeseong’s legs.
“Not there. Here.”
After Taeseong pulled Bonoh up by the waist and lifted him, he tried to sit Bonoh on his face. Bonoh was lifted up too easily but realized too late where he was supposed to sit and resisted with his knees.
“There…! How can I sit there?”
“Why? It’s not your first time being sucked.”
Taeseong was holding his waist firmly, so Bonoh couldn’t stand up completely with his knees nor sit down, and had to stay in an awkward position.
“Still, this is… different! I, I want to get down.”
A wave of shame washed over Bonoh, turning his face red. Although he was resisting with strength in his thighs, it was clear to Taeseong that his crotch was fully visible. His lower body, which had already half risen, twisted at the waist as if afraid of touching Taeseong’s face.
“Then what should I do? I’ve already taken out all my stuff, so there’s no lube, and I haven’t washed my hands yet. So, you’ll have to wet it with your tongue.”
Taeseong deliberately stuck out his tongue. Then, he turned his head and gently tickled the inside of Bonoh’s thigh with the tip of his tongue.
“Hick…! Ah, then wash your hands and come!”
Suddenly, the tickling sensation on his thigh caused Bonoh’s legs to lose strength. He almost sat down right there but managed to hold on by putting strength back into his thighs.
“How can I go when you’re standing like that?”
Taeseong said in a voice mixed with laughter. At those words, Bonoh looked down. The tickling stimulation had fully aroused him.
“I, I can do it myself…”
“Really? Then do it here.”
“Move aside…!”
“I don’t want to.”
Taeseong tried to lift his upper body. It seemed that if he lifted his body even a little, his face would touch his crotch. Bonoh hastily reached down with his hand to block Taeseong’s mouth.
“I’ll do it! I, I’ll do it, so stay still.”
It was shameful, but the thought of his lower body touching that pretty face was even more unbearable. If Taeseong didn’t intend to let go, it seemed better to do it himself here. It was just showing a bit of masturbation, what’s the big deal. He tried to think that way.
“Mmm…”
Bonoh started to touch his erect cock. He stroked the shaft up and down and then rubbed the glans with his thumb. Usually, by this point, pre-cum should have come out, but perhaps due to nervousness, there was no sign of it. Bonoh, feeling impatient, shook his cock more roughly.
“Kim Bonoh masturbates like this, huh.”
“Ah, damn it…!”
Taeseong genuinely admired. Bonoh, who had unknowingly looked down, discovered Taeseong staring intently at his crotch and tightly closed his eyes.
At that moment, Taeseong bit the inside of his thigh hard.
“Hueck!”
His head jerked back sharply from the sharp stimulation. Bonoh endured the stimulation by biting his lower lip. Unconsciously, his lower body tensed. His thighs trembled, and his buttocks clenched.
Pre-cum oozed from the urethra. Due to the twitching of his cock, the pre-cum dripped down long onto Taeseong’s cheek.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
