#075
“Hyung, here and.”
Yechan pinched Jiwoon’s nipple hard while thrusting his hips. The hot hand that had been massaging his chest soon went down and gripped Jiwoon’s soaking wet cock, moving up and down rapidly.
“Here and…”
“Huk! Hauk!”
Yechan, who was gripping Jiwoon’s cock with one hand, gripped Jiwoon’s waist tightly with the other. Holding his waist firmly in place, Yechan thrust his cock even faster and harder into Jiwoon’s insides.
“Hah, here. Here. Can you feel it?”
“Mmh, yeah, ahh…”
Thrusting all the way to the end, Yechan asked persistently with each word, as if chewing on them. There was no way not to know. Jiwoon nodded and let out moans like screams.
“I want to eat it all… huh, is that okay?”
“Yeah, Yechan, huh, fucking good… thrust more, more.”
The intense stimulation from front and back sent thrills rushing from Jiwoon’s toes to the top of his head. Just a little, just a little more.
Jiwoon, who had been whimpering, brought his clenched fist to his mouth and bit down on the back of his hand. His brow was completely furrowed from the extreme pleasure.
“You’ll live with me, right?”
“Ahh…”
Yechan increased the speed of his hand and hip movements even more. I’m coming, I think I’m going to come. It was when Jiwoon opened his mouth at the rising feeling of ejaculation.
“Answer me. You’ll live with me, right?”
Suddenly Yechan’s movements stopped abruptly and his cock slipped out. On top of that, Yechan’s hand tightly blocked the tip of Jiwoon’s cock.
At the sudden action, Jiwoon’s breathing caught.
“Fuck, you…”
“Live with me.”
Yechan’s eyes staring at Jiwoon glistened. They were familiar eyes. Jiwoon tried to move his hips to somehow resolve his excitement, but that wasn’t enough. His brain felt like it was burning from the act stopped right before climax.
“Seo Ye, ugh, qui, quickly… thrust it in.”
His whole body trembled. Feeling like he would die if his erogenous zones weren’t stimulated, Jiwoon gritted his teeth.
“You’ll live with me, right?”
Crazy bastard. We’re practically living together already, what bullshit is this?
Irritation surged up. Jiwoon was about to go crazy wanting to somehow resolve his desire immediately. Unable to overcome his thirst, Jiwoon finally babbled whatever came to mind.
“Fuck, I’ll live. Ugh, I’ll live so quickly…”
And as soon as Jiwoon answered, Yechan thrust his cock all the way in with a thud.
“Haak!” The bulbous glans entered and strongly scraped his spot. Jiwoon’s body trembled at the hard cock inserted all the way.
“Every morning, I’ll eat and feed you. Huh… I’ll fill all of this inside.”
Yechan muttered while thrusting at a frantically fast pace. Meanwhile, with his hand he rubbed Jiwoon’s cock up and down without gaps, making squelching sounds.
“I’ll make you walk around with mine flowing from hyung’s hole.”
“Ah, huk!”
“Whew, kuh…”
At Yechan’s words stained black with possessiveness, shivers ran through Jiwoon’s entire body. Pleasure that hit his fingertips and toes, passed through his heart and shot up to the top of his head flashed and covered his vision.
But something was strange. It felt like something was flowing down below. From the longer ejaculation than usual, Jiwoon tried his best to make his flickering vision clear.
Jiwoon’s brow furrowed as he blinked and looked down at himself.
“Wow… hyung…”
Yechan, who let out an exclamation, licked his lower lip and rubbed Jiwoon’s stomach. It was soaking wet.
The splashing sounds were embarrassingly shameful. Even though his cock had slipped out, Jiwoon had neither the strength nor will to move.
“Fuck…”
Jiwoon cursed under his breath and covered his eyes with his arm.
Squirting. Fucking hell. He had heard that men could do that too, but he never thought he would experience it himself. Jiwoon floundered in shock.
It felt fucking good though… this is really like a dog.
Unlike the shocked Jiwoon, Yechan, who had been smiling prettily while watching him, suddenly lifted his body up.
Jiwoon seriously wondered if something was wrong with his body, regardless.
“Haah… hyung, what should I do? You’re so pretty.”
Not knowing Jiwoon’s feelings, Yechan kissed his cheeks with smacking sounds. Chuckling, he carried Jiwoon as he was and walked to the bathroom.
Then he set Jiwoon down under the shower. As warm water was turned on and gentle hands washed his body with body wash making bubbles, the shock gradually subsided.
Jiwoon somehow became a little calmer.
…Well, it could happen when you’re excited. Seo Yechan is a sex machine after all.
Yechan washed Jiwoon’s hair and got covered in bubbles himself before rinsing their bodies. Jiwoon tried his best to wash away his confusion and shame along with the soapy water.
After thoroughly washing their bodies and drying them with towels, Yechan headed to the bed with Jiwoon.
Until Yechan disappeared to the kitchen after massaging his stiff shoulders and back with warm hands to relieve fatigue, Jiwoon didn’t say anything.
“I’m serious about living together. Think about it and let me know.”
Jiwoon roughly nodded at Yechan’s words while eating pasta.
Seo Yechan crazy about sex. That was the first thought that came to Jiwoon’s mind upon hearing those words. The reason Yechan suddenly suggested living together was obvious.
Yechan was definitely looking down on him. He wanted to do it every day, more often while living together. Fucking submissive.
He kept wanting to be self-deprecating, but it couldn’t be helped. Originally, the person who likes someone is supposed to lose in these things.
Seeing Jiwoon’s sleepy blinking eyes, Yechan smiled and poured a drink into a cup.
After pushing Jiwoon, who had finished eating, into bed, Yechan cleaned up the table. Then he recalled the morning’s memory and bit his lips.
Really, the more he thought about it, the better it was. Both the fact that he had given Jiwoon extreme physical pleasure, and that Jiwoon had wavered at his insistence on living together and agreed. Yechan was extremely satisfied with the present moment.
Of course, it would take some time for it to actually happen, but Yechan could wait. He finished cleaning while imagining a life with Jiwoon.
* * *
Jiwoon, who returned home late in the afternoon, lay on the sofa and turned on the TV. He wasn’t particularly hungry and was just killing time when the bell rang.
It was Jukyung.
“Jiwoon Jiwoon!”
Jukyung, who had bleached all his hair bright, was standing at the door holding a painting as big as a door panel. Jiwoon took the painting and went inside, setting it down in an appropriate place.
“Have you been well?”
“Yeah. You?”
“It’s boring without Jiwoon Jiwoon.”
Jukyung, who pouted his lips, pointed at the painting and said.
“It’s by an artist who’s trending in America these days. You said your mom felt sorry for not being able to give you a college entrance gift and sending you to the military. That must have been weighing on her mind. She saw this and immediately thought of Jiwoon Jiwoon, so she bought it.”
The painting with elegant black curves drawn on a white background was cool. But Jiwoon couldn’t understand at all what part of it reminded her of him.
Thinking he should decide where to hang it when his parents came later, Jiwoon nodded.
“Tell her thank you.”
“Yeah, mom will be happy. Oh, this too!”
Jukyung held out a shopping bag with the name of a famous bakery written on it.
“I came all this way, you’re not going to send me back just like this, right? Let’s eat and talk.”
“Sit down.”
Jiwoon, who had put the shopping bag Jukyung gave him on the coffee table, brought milk from the refrigerator.
When he returned, Jukyung was already tearing open several breads and eating them bit by bit. Watching Jukyung doing something you’d only do at a buffet, Jiwoon clicked his tongue lightly and picked out some bread to put in his mouth.
“It’s delicious.”
“Right, I like that one too.”
It was the first time seeing Yoon Jukyung since the visit at the military. Jukyung’s major at a prestigious university, quite far from his own school, was surprisingly philosophy.
Jukyung, who was grumbling that like all philosophy students, there were only crazy people at school but it was strangely not fun, suddenly asked.
“Jiwoon Jiwoon, did you get a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Mmh. Then have you forgotten about him now?”
At Jukyung asking about Yechan, Jiwoon ate a bit more of the bread he was holding and put it down.
“It got fucking complicated.”
“What do you mean?”
Jukyung tilted his head with a puzzled face. Jiwoon briefly explained what had happened. Jukyung was the only person he could talk to about Yechan.
Listening to Jiwoon’s story, Jukyung’s mouth gradually opened wider, and eventually he raised the corners of his mouth to the fullest. Jiwoon’s situation was so interesting.
Of course, he understood Yechan’s feelings too. He must have tried in his own way, but it probably never went as he wanted. Lee Jiwoon’s wall was always perfectly high, solid, and cold.
That was a fact Jukyung knew better than anyone. But he never thought it would lead to corruption.
Jukyung smiled slyly while watching Jiwoon chew bread. It was with the realization that this is how your love works.
There are various ways to break through unexplored territory, aren’t there? Actually, Jukyung had expected Jiwoon’s method would be to break through and tear apart whatever was in front of him.
However, Jiwoon was advancing by opening his arms and embracing everything. He got goosebumps at the unexpected side.
You’re trying to pull up the monster that fell into the swamp right now. Even watching it walk on two feet? Knowing that the swamp is Lee Jiwoon’s own pool of blood.
What a merciful response this is? And the target was precisely that Seo Yechan. The guy who had been acting immaturely all along without properly realizing his own feelings!
Jukyung’s eyes lit up as he gauged the size of Jiwoon’s embrace. His leisurely, languid, always victorious king always exceeded his expectations.
The bracelet on Jukyung’s wrist jingled as he held his cup.
“It’s fucking complicated like Jiwoon Jiwoon said. But is there a need for that? Then aren’t you two like this now?”
Jukyung drew two circles on the coffee table. It was a Venn diagram with some parts overlapping in the middle.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
