#70
“Ah, too much! Aah!”
As if signaling that it wasn’t over yet, Taeseong moved roughly. Bonoh’s voice grew louder with the increasing speed. Taeseong hurriedly covered Bonoh’s mouth with his palm.
“Shh. Someone might hear.”
Taeseong felt Bonoh gasp for breath under his palm. Startled, Bonoh’s buttocks, which had been against Taeseong’s lower abdomen, lifted up tightly.
Taeseong barely managed to suppress a laugh that threatened to escape. The dormitory had quite good soundproofing. In fact, Taeseong didn’t care if the sounds were heard, but he didn’t want anyone to come and disturb this moment. Watching Kim Bonoh’s startled reaction was also enjoyable.
Kim Bonoh was even holding his breath to avoid making any noise. Taeseong moved his hips very slowly. Bonoh suppressed his moans and strained to ensure no sound escaped. As they did this, the squelching sound from where they were joined became blatantly audible.
“Huh, uh. Don’t, stop!”
Every time Taeseong moved, Bonoh felt like he was about to moan out loud, making him anxious. He reached back with his hand to push Taeseong away, but Taeseong didn’t budge easily. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of Bonoh’s glans. Noticing this, Taeseong wiped the pre-cum with his hand and showed it to Bonoh.
“Kim Bonoh, do you get more excited by this kind of thing?”
Bonoh, with his nipples standing erect, couldn’t even breathe properly. Taeseong moved his hips, avoiding the spots that made Bonoh feel good. Even just inserting it filled him up, making it difficult not to stimulate certain spots.
“Ugh, uh!”
But Bonoh could clearly feel the difference. Even though Taeseong’s cock brushed against him, it was definitely different from when Taeseong deliberately scraped his prostate. Bonoh, who had been holding his breath to prevent any noise, started to get restless.
Bonoh, who had been making whimpering sounds, eventually moved his hips so that Taeseong’s cock would brush against his prostate when it thrust in.
“Haha…”
Taeseong’s laughter could be heard right behind him, but Bonoh couldn’t stop. He moved his hips, trying to take Taeseong’s cock deeper inside.
Taeseong rolled Bonoh’s erect nipples with his hand as if praising him. He lightly pinched the areola and then caressed the nipple with his fingertips again. Then, as Bonoh wanted, he scraped the spot that felt good with his glans.
“Ugh… Ah!”
Once again, Bonoh reached his climax, and his inner walls tightened strongly. Thin semen leaked from the tip of Bonoh’s cock.
“Ha…”
Taeseong also bit his lip and hurriedly pulled out of the hole. Then, rubbing his swollen glans against Bonoh’s body, he finally ejaculated.
Taeseong kissed Bonoh’s body, which had collapsed onto the bed.
The scenery outside the dormitory window was already getting dark. The two lay together, sharing their afterglow.
“Seems like summer is almost over. It’s already getting dark.”
“Yeah.”
Taeseong answered while stroking Bonoh’s back, wet with sweat. Bonoh thought he should go get the laundry but wanted to stay in Taeseong’s arms for now. His body felt languid, and his eyes seemed ready to close.
“The laundry must smell…”
“Should we run it through the dryer again?”
“I’ll give you my clothes, so wear those. It’ll take forever to dry them.”
“Seems like the punishment is already over.”
Bonoh pretended not to hear Taeseong’s words. It was an excuse made in haste, but belated embarrassment washed over him. Moreover, he was scared that Taeseong might suggest doing it one more time. Although mixing their bodies felt good, he wanted to rest now.
“I need to go to the laundry room. I don’t feel like washing up…”
Bonoh mumbled, burying his face in Taeseong’s neck. He needed to get up but couldn’t find the strength to do so.
The bodily fluids pooled between their pressed stomachs, and the fluids smeared on his groin and inner thighs were already starting to dry. Taeseong’s jeans were surely wet with semen too. He would have to lend him pants as well.
“Should I wash you?”
Bonoh lazily drew out the end of his sentence, and Taeseong asked, patting his buttocks.
“No! You stay here. I’ll wash up first.”
Bonoh startled and quickly got up. He tried to get up carefully so that his wet stomach and lower body wouldn’t touch the bed cover, but it was useless.
“Are you going to get punished again if you don’t stay still?”
Taeseong said in a voice full of laughter. Ignoring him, Bonoh went into the bathroom with a waddling gait because his crotch was all wet. He could hear Taeseong’s laughter behind him, unable to hold it back.
When he returned from the laundry room, he met Taeseong, who had come out after a quick wash. Fortunately, the laundry didn’t smell, but since he couldn’t run it through the dryer, he couldn’t wear it. The sweater felt strangely smaller, perhaps because it was washed wrong, but Bonoh decided to ignore it. It would stretch if he wore it. He has a big chest, after all.
Bonoh picked out the most fitting clothes from his own and handed them to Taeseong. He briefly considered lending him underwear but decided against it, thinking Taeseong might be disgusted.
“How is it? Does it fit?”
“Hmm.”
There was a reason Taeseong answered vaguely. The hoodie, which was quite loose on Bonoh, fit snugly on Taeseong. Especially, the dog print on the chest stretched to the sides, making the dog’s eyes look pitifully wide every time they met his gaze.
It couldn’t be helped because of his large chest. Bonoh glanced at Taeseong’s chest. When he touched it earlier… it was firmer than he thought. He expected it to be soft because it was big, but it was packed with muscles and felt elastic. It wasn’t hard, so the more he touched it, the more his hands were drawn to it, and it seemed like it would be good to knead when stressed.
Suddenly, he remembered a mouse pad he saw at a senior’s boarding house. It had a character illustration and was filled with cushions on the chest and buttocks to reduce wrist fatigue.
He wondered why he had such a manly thing, but thinking about Taeseong’s chest, it seemed understandable. Occasionally, when he thought about it, he could touch it instead… Taeseong’s chest mouse pad. If he made it, would he be reported for sexual harassment?
The pants were the same. The gray training pants that fit Bonoh perfectly were short on Taeseong. The exposed pubic bone looked good, but he couldn’t avoid giving the impression of a reckless older brother who insisted that his cousin’s brand-name clothes fit him.
“Wait a minute, if I just pull down the hem of these pants a bit…”
Unable to bear it any longer, Bonoh crouched down in front of Taeseong and pulled down the hem of the pants.
“Ah, it’s done.”
As soon as he barely covered the pubic bone and looked up, Bonoh was startled by something that came into view. It was Taeseong’s exposed cock. While trying to pull down the hem, the pants had slipped down, exposing his cock. Taeseong’s cock was large, so even when not erect, its presence was enormous.
“If you keep looking, I’ll get hard.”
As he said that, the cock twitched slightly. As Taeseong said, the cock, which had looked soft, seemed to be getting harder. Bonoh quickly stood up and pulled up his pants. Since he was going commando with gray training pants, the silhouette of his cock was visible. Bonoh glanced sideways at Taeseong’s crotch.
“What are you looking at again? Want me to show you? If you want to see, just say so.”
“Hey! I was just checking if it was visible… I didn’t say I wanted to see…”
Taeseong acted like he was about to pull his pants down at any moment.
“Hmm.”
Taeseong looked unconvinced. Meanwhile, he kept putting his fingers into the neck of the hoodie and pulling it forward, perhaps because the neck was tight. It was the first time Bonoh had seen Taeseong wearing a hoodie. Was his neck very sensitive? Next time, maybe he should target his neck. Then, Bonoh realized what he was thinking and was shocked.
“Then, I’ll go.”
Taeseong, who had walked to the door, said. Bonoh tried to follow and put on his shoes, but Taeseong stopped him. When entering, they had to swipe their card at the entrance gate, but when leaving, the door opened automatically, so there was no need for Bonoh to follow him out.
Bonoh knew that, but he felt reluctant to part ways like this and wanted to follow him out. Since Taeseong stopped him, he felt a bit disappointed inside.
“Kim Bonoh.”
“Yeah…”
Taeseong cupped one of Bonoh’s cheeks with his hand. As his head tilted down, their gazes intertwined. Was he going to kiss him? The atmosphere was strangely flowing that way, but Bonoh was unsure and wondered if he should close his eyes.
If he closed his eyes here and it turned out he wasn’t going to kiss him, it would be utterly embarrassing. Taeseong’s gaze fell on his lips.
Bonoh swallowed dryly and looked down. The distance between them was close enough to hear the sound of swallowing. His half-open eyelids fluttered. Just as Bonoh was about to close his eyes with certainty, Taeseong brushed his lips with his fingertip and then moved away.
“Your lips are swollen. I’m really going. Don’t come out.”
Taeseong opened the door and left. Even after the door closed, Bonoh remained frozen.
“I thought he was going to kiss me…”
Only after the sensor light in the entrance turned off could Bonoh move, his tension released. The sound of his heartbeat in his ears was too loud. If it had been this loud earlier, Taeseong would surely have heard it.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
