#37
As the sensitive area was stimulated, there was an immediate reaction. Seo Yi-young’s cock began to rise and leak precum. Wet sounds emerged each time Choi Do-jun moved his hand. Seo Yi-young’s hips began to sway involuntarily.
“Focus.”
“I am… doing that…”
When Seo Yi-young buried his face in Choi Do-jun’s shoulder, the latter shifted his body slightly. Perhaps because of this, it became much easier to lean against him. Not only that, but his thick arm firmly held Seo Yi-young to prevent him from falling as he staggered.
To think they were doing something like this after entering a dungeon. It felt unreal. And above all, the reality check was intense. What was he really doing? Even though this was supposedly being done to escape this place, this act was too personal and intimate to just dismiss as a means to an end.
There was no one else in this dungeon. Something stirred in Seo Yi-young’s chest as he met Choi Do-jun’s gaze, filled with heat.
Unlike Choi Do-jun’s unsociable personality, his otherwise friendly-looking eyes were now reddened with lust. Seo Yi-young could see his eyelashes moving slowly each time he blinked. Watching the burning gaze disappear and reappear briefly, a warm emotion bubbled up from within his chest.
Holding back his ragged breathing, Seo Yi-young managed to speak.
“Lift… lift your head.”
“Hmm?”
It was purely impulsive.
Seo Yi-young kissed Choi Do-jun.
His first impression was that it felt soft and hot. It was no different from the flesh of an ordinary person. This was an obvious fact, but somehow it felt strange.
When he pulled his lips away, he saw Choi Do-jun’s dazed face. It felt satisfying, like he had caught him off guard.
“What? Didn’t expect… this?”
“…”
“Haha, that expression is fun—…mmph.”
Seo Yi-young couldn’t say more. His voice disappeared into Choi Do-jun’s mouth. He had thought Choi Do-jun was the type who hated to lose, but his kiss didn’t stop at merely rubbing lips together. He pushed past Seo Yi-young’s closed lips and swept over his teeth.
Not expecting such a deep kiss, Seo Yi-young was flustered and clenched his teeth tighter. In response, Choi Do-jun squeezed his hand around Seo Yi-young’s cock, causing him to cry out involuntarily. Seizing the opportunity, Choi Do-jun pushed his tongue inside.
Choi Do-jun’s tongue invaded Seo Yi-young’s mouth, ensnaring him forcefully. A tongue was vastly different from the touch of lips. As the hot, moist membranes intertwined, a shiver ran down his spine. He could even feel the rough bumps on Choi Do-jun’s tongue.
He pushed against Seo Yi-young so strongly that he staggered. The lips clung so persistently that Seo Yi-young tried to back away a little, but Choi Do-jun’s arm held him so firmly that he couldn’t. He could only be dragged along by whatever Choi Do-jun did.
“Mmm, uh… haah.”
Wet sounds emerged each time their lips separated and reconnected. As the kissing continued, a warm heat began to pool around his navel. His mind gradually became foggy. He didn’t even notice that the hand stroking his cock had stopped.
It was strange. Heat rose every time Choi Do-jun’s large hand swept over his sensitized skin. The places he touched were parts like the forearm or shoulder that had nothing to do with sexual pleasure. Yet when Choi Do-jun touched him, his body trembled strangely.
When Seo Yi-young wrapped one arm around Choi Do-jun’s neck and clung to him, he felt him smile. Before he could ask what was funny, Seo Yi-young was taken aback by the increasingly passionate kiss.
“Wait, mmph… hold on, wait… hnngh.”
“I’m listening, haah, speak.”
“You have to… let me talk… mmm, ungh.”
Their breaths mingled and merged. He swallowed what could have been either one’s saliva and rubbed his tongue hotly against the other’s. Seo Yi-young’s thought that this must be what it means for a body to grow hot was interrupted when Choi Do-jun lightly bit his lip.
“Ouch…!”
He couldn’t tell what had made him upset this time.
“I told you to focus and not think about other things.”
“…Huh?”
Choi Do-jun spoke with their lips still touching, almost growling. Wasn’t he focusing enough already? And what’s wrong with thinking about other things anyway?
“I guess your… technique isn’t good… enough to keep me focused.”
He panted between words. At Seo Yi-young’s retort, Choi Do-jun looked like he’d been hit hard, then curled up the corner of his mouth.
“I see. So I should make it impossible for you to think about anything else?”
“Why does the conversation… keep turning… ah, ARGH…!”
Choi Do-jun kissed him while cupping his cheek with one hand. After several small pecking kisses followed by deep tongue-involved ones, Seo Yi-young’s mind went blank. Had he been going easy on him until now?
The tongue swimming inside his mouth skillfully stimulated the inner membrane. It felt as if his entire mouth was one erogenous zone. Choi Do-jun would tickle the roof of his mouth with his tongue, then suck on the base of his tongue until it hurt. When Seo Yi-young winced in pain enough to bring tears to his eyes, he would quickly change to gentler movements, rubbing their tongues together.
Disliking being led around by Choi Do-jun, Seo Yi-young lightly bit his tongue, only for Choi Do-jun to bite back even harder, making him scream involuntarily. Still upset, he punched Choi Do-jun’s shoulder, but it had no effect on him.
His bad personality showed even in his kissing. Just when Seo Yi-young thought he felt him laughing, Choi Do-jun trapped Seo Yi-young’s lips between his and licked them with his tongue. Persistently, over and over.
“…Mmm, mmmm…!”
Seo Yi-young clenched his teeth, refusing to grant Choi Do-jun access. In response, his hand pinched and flicked Seo Yi-young’s nipple, which was prominently visible through his clothes. When this unexpected stimulation hit a sensitive area, he unconsciously made a sound while exhaling, and Choi Do-jun didn’t miss the opportunity to push his tongue in.
He seemed to quite enjoy entangling Seo Yi-young’s tongue, repeating the same action. The stimulation of his membranes made him moan involuntarily.
“Haah… hnng.”
Again. Heat pooled in his lower body. To become so weak just from kissing—it was unimaginable.
Since Choi Do-jun was holding him firmly, he didn’t have to worry about falling. If he really wanted to be spiteful, he could just pull his arms away and let Seo Yi-young crumple to the ground, but he wasn’t being that malicious.
“…Ah…!”
Seo Yi-young’s body tensed up. This was because Choi Do-jun had grabbed his cock.
“With, with no warning… ah, hnng…!”
“Should I announce it beforehand?”
“No, that’s not what I… ugh, hahp… ah.”
Seo Yi-young didn’t know what to do with the direct stimulation on his body, which was already heated from just kissing. What fanned this stimulation further was Choi Do-jun’s persistent gaze that refused to look away. His eyes, which seemed determined not to miss even the slightest change in Seo Yi-young’s expression, were burdensome.
“Why do you keep, keep looking. Look somewhere, …mmm, haah… look somewhere else.”
Seo Yi-young was taken aback by his own voice. What was this whining voice? It had no dignity whatsoever. Far from dignity, it sounded like he was throwing a childish tantrum. Realizing this fact was so embarrassing that his face flushed hot.
Choi Do-jun, who had been staring at Seo Yi-young, stopped kissing and slowly opened his mouth. The tongue visible between his lips looked remarkably red.
“You worry about strange things.”
“Ugh, it’s not… strange… hng, ah…”
Didn’t he say he was twenty-four? But what was with this composed attitude?
“Anyway, I’ve already seen all your embarrassing sides last time, so what are you worrying about?”
Seo Yi-young grimaced as he recalled the “embarrassing sides” Choi Do-jun mentioned.
“Ah, that’s, a bit different… ah, ungh.”
Thwap. Thwap.
As Choi Do-jun’s hand gripping Seo Yi-young’s cock moved up and down, he could no longer continue speaking. He could barely cover his mouth to prevent more moans from escaping.
Choi Do-jun wasn’t using any special technique on Seo Yi-young’s cock. He was just holding and shaking it, but that rough touch excited him to the point where he couldn’t maintain his composure. When he gently rubbed the sensitive glans with his hand, Seo Yi-young’s lips trembled.
It was starting again. Seo Yi-young bit his lip as he realized that the deep inside of his body was beginning to throb again. Concerned about his hole twitching, he tried to clench his buttocks and hold back, but it was in vain.
His insides felt empty and were craving something. Seo Yi-young rubbed his legs together like a child trying to hold in urine. It had been like this before too. When he had done that with Choi Do-jun in the car. He wondered how the previous Seo Yi-young had resolved this—what had he done to have such a reaction in his back rather than his front? His feelings became complicated, but only for a moment. His thoughts were being erased by the excitement Choi Do-jun was giving him.
“…Ah, wait, I, now, ah, aah.”
The squelching sound of viscous fluid grew louder as precum flowed continuously. Every nerve in his body anticipated the approaching orgasm. Seo Yi-young tightly closed his eyes. He knew Choi Do-jun was staring intently at his face without kissing him, but he couldn’t tell him to stop looking. The darkness behind his tightly shut eyes began to flicker as if sparkling.
And with the wave of climax that followed, Seo Yi-young’s consciousness was swept away.
“…Mmm, …ungh, uh, …ahahng…”
Barely exhaling a rough breath, he lifted his flickering eyelids. And then he found himself looking right into Choi Do-jun’s eyes.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
