Chapter 87
Cha Yoon traced the outline of his erection over his thin pajama pants, saying, “I already knew, but hearing it from you again…” Heat rose to Seo-jung’s face. Seeing his reddening cheeks, Cha Yoon chuckled, finding it adorable.
“Hyung, you know your face is ridiculously red, right?”
“…….”
“It’s the same color as this.”
Cha Yoon licked Seo-jung’s nipples, engorged and bright red from arousal. Another embarrassing remark escaped his lips, deepening the crimson blush on Seo-jung’s cheeks. Cha Yoon laughed again. Seo-jung flinched as Cha Yoon’s breath touched his damp nipples.
What’s with him? Even in his alcohol- and heat-induced haze, Seo-jung felt a sense of bewilderment. It wasn’t the first time he’d been subjected to embarrassing comments during intimacy. In the early days of their relationship, Cha Yoon, when highly aroused, would blurt out whatever came to mind without a filter.
But after realizing Seo-jung’s sexual preferences were rather straightforward, Cha Yoon stopped using such explicit language. Occasionally, his excitement would overwhelm him, and a few suggestive words would slip out. But even then, he’d apologize afterward with gentle kisses and pleas for forgiveness.
Was he always the one accommodating and compromising? While he tried his best to meet Cha Yoon’s needs in terms of frequency and timing, he felt uneasy about always having to give in. When he’d brought it up, Cha Yoon had replied:
‘It’s not compromising. I genuinely enjoy taking care of Ki Seo-jung.’
‘…….’
‘So stop overthinking, and show me some love too. It’d be even better if you showed this some love too.’
Cha Yoon had said this with his characteristic sly smile. This made Cha Yoon’s current behavior all the more unfamiliar to Seo-jung. Was it because this was their first time together since he regained his memories? Considering the circumstances, it wasn’t entirely incomprehensible.
Just as he’d managed to convince himself, Cha Yoon’s voice pulled him back to reality.
“You have the energy to think about other things while you’re under me?”
“What are you talking about? That’s not— Ah!”
Cha Yoon, with a sullen expression, rubbed precisely against Seo-jung’s glans. Each movement, with the pressure of his fingers, caused the fabric to rub against the glans. Seo-jung was already barely suppressing his orgasm. An overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer, finally cumming.
Seo-jung, his feet flat against the mattress, writhed helplessly, finally recovering from his climax.
Cha Yoon pressed his cheek against his rapidly rising and falling chest. He could hear Seo-jung’s rapidly beating heart against his ear. The reddened face, the ragged breaths, the pounding heart, the fluids flowing from his body—all were changes caused by him.
“See? I’m the one making you feel good, right?”
“Haa…”
“Stop thinking about other things and focus on me.”
Cha Yoon pushed himself up, his arms braced, and met Seo-jung’s gaze. Seo-jung nodded under his insistent stare. Cha Yoon, satisfied, raised the corners of his lips and pulled down Seo-jung’s pants.
Contrary to his expectations, Seo-jung’s dick was immediately revealed. Seeing it covered in the whitish semen from his recent orgasm, Cha Yoon chuckled.
“So that’s why your pants are so wet…”
“…….”
“You weren’t wearing underwear.”
“…It’s all because of you.”
Seo-jung retorted, as if protesting Cha Yoon’s teasing tone. He’d stopped wearing underwear at home entirely because of Cha Yoon. When they first started living together, Cha Yoon had insisted on a set of cohabitation rules, and this was the only thing he’d demanded. But Cha Yoon, unaware of this, frowned, seemingly offended.
The words, ‘How would I know? Why are you bringing up other people in front of me?’ rose to his throat, but he swallowed them down. As if punishing him for his offense, Cha Yoon grabbed Seo-jung’s dick again.
He stroked the shaft from top to bottom, the wet semen creating a squelching sound between his hand and Seo-jung’s dick. The renewed stimulation, after his orgasm, brought pleasure even faster than before. Seo-jung turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut.
What started as a spiteful gesture soon consumed Cha Yoon.
“Ha, ah… Ugh.”
“How can something this pretty exist?”
Cha Yoon muttered to himself. He blinked, startled by his own voice, and laughed incredulously.
To think he found another man’s dick pretty. And not only that, he was holding and stroking it, not at someone’s request or command, but of his own volition.
It was a situation he’d never considered before, yet instead of disgust, blood rushed to his lower body, and his already aching dick felt like it would burst.
Was it the pinkish hue? Or the perfectly straight, unblemished shape, just like Seo-jung’s face? It wasn’t as big as his own, but seeing the sizable dick, he swallowed hard. He desperately wanted to take Seo-jung’s dick into his mouth, to lick the cum, to roll it around in his mouth. These incomprehensible thoughts dominated his mind.
Seo-jung, hearing him swallow, looked up. Seo-jung blinked, tense under Cha Yoon’s gaze, which seemed ready to pounce on his dick.
Seo-jung, with his high-energy younger lover, was used to being the one to tire out first. And he’d already cum once. He couldn’t reach another climax before penetration.
“Yoon-ah, stop touching the front and take care of the back.”
Take care of the back? What does that mean? Cha Yoon blinked, unsure.
As if to answer him, Seo-jung spread his legs a little wider. He then took Cha Yoon’s hand and slowly pulled it down. Cha Yoon’s hand landed between his spread buttocks.
Cha Yoon froze. He finally understood what Seo-jung meant. He swallowed hard and grabbed Seo-jung’s buttocks, pulling them apart.
The hole was revealed beneath the perineum. Cha Yoon, his eyes glued to it, felt his heart pounding wildly. Seo-jung’s urging to touch the hole was incredibly arousing.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the hole, a pale pink similar to his dick. Forgetting to breathe, Cha Yoon had only one thought: he wanted to shove his dick in there. He wanted to become one with Ki Seo-jung.
“Yoon-ah, that hard… Ugh, it hurts, Hyung…”
“Shit…, I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”
Cha Yoon, consumed by desire, unconsciously tightened his grip, causing Seo-jung to wince. Cha Yoon, regaining his senses, apologetically loosened his grip, gently stroking the shaft. He really doesn’t listen when I tell him to stop. Seo-jung endured the renewed itch in his lower abdomen and spoke.
“Yoon-ah, it’s okay, just… take care of it, okay?”
There’s body lotion next to the table. Cha Yoon, listening to Seo-jung’s soft voice, laced with heavier breaths than usual, removed his hand and reached for the table—then stopped.
A question suddenly occurred to him. Was it okay to use body lotion internally? While it was meant for the body, that didn’t mean it was safe for internal use.
And it was Ki Seo-jung’s body. Even if the risk was less than one percent, he didn’t want to take the chance. What else could he use instead? Something with the right consistency and safe for the body.
“Ah.”
As he licked his lips, a good idea came to him. But despite finding the answer, his expression remained troubled. He hesitated, as it was something he’d never even considered before. Would it be okay? After agonizing over it, he finally made up his mind and turned towards Seo-jung.
Seo-jung, unaware of Cha Yoon’s internal struggle, looked at his empty hands, confused.
“The lotion’s next to the table… Yoon-ah, what are you doing!”
“You said to take care of the back. So I’m going to.”
With my mouth. Cha Yoon finished his sentence and pressed his lips against Seo-jung’s hole. Seo-jung, startled as Cha Yoon’s full lips settled over the entrance, tried to close his legs, but it was too late.
“You said to use lotion, ah!”
“My saliva is safer than something mass-produced.”
So just be still. Cha Yoon added, his lips still pressed against the hole. He slightly parted his lips and sucked around the opening.
That was it. Cha Yoon’s solution was his own saliva. And the moment of hesitation, wondering if he could suck another man’s ass, was rendered meaningless as Cha Yoon licked Seo-jung’s backside greedily. It felt so good, he wondered if his tongue had an erogenous zone.
