I stopped mid-explanation, startled when a hand tapped beneath my balls, and I collapsed right there.
“Just imagine they saw this.”
Kessler crouched down next to me. Then, in front of the mirror, he spread my legs open and asked for my thoughts.
“But this wasn’t the position you were in, was it?”
“Wouldn’t they have been fascinated by your pink cock? Don’t you think they might’ve wanted to suck it? Did you see their cocks too?”
“Not in detail. That’s not why I went there.”
“Were they hard?”
“No.”
“But you just said you didn’t look closely. How would you even know?”
This crazy bastard. Before he could dig the misunderstanding even deeper, I reached back and grabbed him by the collar.
“I announced our marriage right then and there.”
Then I turned my head to meet his eyes.
Smooch.
Right then, Kessler pressed his lips to mine.
“Good job.”
He whispered like he was praising me, his voice low and lazy.
“But if you really don’t want to, I won’t go to the sauna anymore.”
“Good fox.”
He gently stroked me, then picked me up and carried me over to the bed.
“I showed off the ring, too. When I said we got married, everyone figured it was you.”
His lips hovered near my mouth, then trailed down my jaw and neck. It was a sensitive area, and I shuddered. Kessler giggled, then chomped down on my Adam’s apple.
“Good boy.”
“Ah, don’t do it like that… there.”
“No. You did what you wanted, so now I’m going to do what I want.”
“…”
I tried to push him off my shoulders, but he grabbed both of my wrists and lifted them above my head.
Then, rubbing his cheek under my armpit, he looked up and locked eyes with me. His intense stare made me self-conscious, and I started rambling whatever came to mind.
“I’ll say this again just to be clear, but I seriously didn’t have any ulterior motive. You might not get it, but think of it like a swimming pool. In Korea, the pinnacle of male friendship is the sauna.”
“Well, you saw each other naked, so I guess that friendship really did peak.”
“Juwon, are you trying to drive me crazy?”
I got so frustrated I tried to jump up, but Kessler just chuckled and laid me back down.
He started massaging my thigh like he was trying to calm me down, then slid his hand right under my balls.
My wrists were still restrained in his grip, and every time my body squirmed from the tingling sensation, his other hand pushed deeper in.
Then he fully cupped one of my cheeks and kneaded it hard.
“Did you stay in the sauna for a while? Your skin’s all flushed.”
“Yeah. It wasn’t super hot or anything… about an hour and a half?”
“That’s why your cock’s all swollen. It’s completely red.”
“No, it’s not because of the sauna…”
The ache had been building ever since he started teasing me earlier. Normally, I’d pretend not to notice and just go with it…
“This just kind of… happened because you kept touching me…”
“Me? Where exactly?”
From my armpits to right under my neck.
But I was too embarrassed to answer, so Kessler grabbed my cock. He’d held it hundreds of times before, and there was a kind of practiced ease to it.
We hadn’t even really started, but a jolt shot through me, and my thighs trembled.
When Kessler bit into my inner thigh with a playful chomp, a sharp cry escaped my mouth. It was like electricity jolted through me, and the throbbing between my legs got even worse.
“Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“No. But I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. That was my fault.”
Kessler always wanted to feel everything about me. Even the parts that made me go, Seriously? He wanted to do it all. But usually, when I stopped him, he respected it. That was his version of being considerate.
But not today. His lips climbed up along my waist. As they neared my chest, my body twisted involuntarily. Still, he didn’t stop—he kept pressing kisses upward.
“Ugh…”
Then he pressed his lips to the soft skin on the inside of my arm. The way he sucked on it was almost vulgar. I tried to fold my arm again, but all I ended up doing was tightening around his face, which had already nestled its way inside.
“Wait… wait, I’m at my limit…”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him to stop, and Kessler finally froze. While I caught my breath, he tossed his clothes aside and resumed that clingy, glue-like caress.
Every place his lips touched left behind a slick, heated tingle.
“I mean, right now… I’m kind of… I stayed in that hot place too long, and it drained me…”
“From how soaked you are, doesn’t look like you’re all that drained.”
Kessler’s fingers dug between my ass cheeks, slow and steady. Ah… stop already.
“You’re not drained. Not at all.”
“Stop…”
I tried to object, repeating myself, but he didn’t answer. Between his ragged breaths, I could hear the wet, squelching sound of fluid coating his fingers. When our eyes met, I saw myself reflected in his gaze—undone, messy, exposed.
I twisted my hips to close my legs, but his hand had already hooked around the outside of my ass, keeping me open and steady.
Squelch, squelch.
“See for yourself. Do I look drained to you?”
“Mmm… stop…”
Squelch. He grazed my sweet spot a few more times, and a sudden rush surged up from inside me. I came harder than usual, warm fluid spilling all the way to my entrance.
“Haah… stop…”
That’s what I said, but the searing sensation below made me throw away all pride. I let my body go limp—it was time to surrender to Kessler completely.
Standing over me like it was nothing, Kessler pulled a small plastic bag from his pack and tore it open. I listened to the crinkling sound, quietly waiting for the next step.
“I got it. I’ll stop.”
“…?”
I raised my slack upper body to look at him.
“…?”
What he’d pulled out wasn’t a condom, but a wet tissue.
He ignored the mess all over his own hand and started wiping down my ass instead, methodical and gentle. I was stunned, confused—and then I quickly reached out to grab his hand.
“…Don’t mess with me.”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
“You’re actually stopping here?”
“You said stop, so I’m stopping. What? Changed your mind?”
Kessler acted like he was just respecting my wishes, pretending to wait for my clear consent. The corners of his mouth curved up in amusement. He played with his index finger, spreading and pulling it apart with my cum like he was idly toying with glue.
…That’s cheating. He got me all worked up, and now he’s just gonna stop because I said so?
“What I meant was…”
It was just one of Kessler’s teasing games. But I didn’t have the stamina left down there to banter with him.
“When I said stop, I meant like…”
“Yeah?”
“…Isn’t this kinda mean?”
“Then what should I do? Keep going?”
When I couldn’t hide how let down I felt, Kessler stopped playing around and kissed my forehead.
“What I’m saying is… You just got off the plane, you must be tired, and I’m all worn out from the sauna, so maybe if there’s anything we should be considerate about—”
“So, what is it? Do we keep going or not?”
“…Let’s keep going—mmph…”
I couldn’t even finish the sentence before Kessler’s lips claimed mine in a deep kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck on instinct, and he pulled my legs up to wrap around his waist. Then he pressed his hips against me.
We were ready before I knew it, and he started to enter me.
I tensed up without realizing, but the entrance was already slick enough. If Kessler wanted to push in, he could. As he slid inside, teasing the tight folds of my inner walls, a broken moan slipped through my lips.
“Ugh…”
The overwhelming fullness even made my cock bob in reaction. As his hips started to move, it stung a little more, and Kessler—always quick to notice—grabbed my cock with his other hand to stabilize it.
“Mmph, slower…”
His other hand pressed firmly into my abdomen, grounding me as pressure flared all the way down to my knees.
“Stop… just wait a bit…”
“Why? Didn’t you say to keep going?”
As he thrust and hit that sweet spot dead-on, a whole different wave of pleasure rolled through me—I couldn’t keep still.
“Hngh… Hah… mmph…!”
That final, deep thrust hit with a sharp intensity. His rhythm had sped up, but then it halted all at once. He leaned in and kissed me again, and Kessler’s tongue gently parted my lips.
Only when I felt the hot rush of him releasing inside did my thighs begin to tremble.
“Did it feel good?”
“…Yeah.”
“I felt even better. I made the right call, huh?”
“…Yeah.”
Kessler ripped open another wet wipe and started cleaning up the traces he left inside me.
Every time his playful fingers touched me, my legs twitched. He kept pausing, watching my reactions. I knew what he was thinking—if he saw an opening, he’d go for round two.
But I was just… too spent.
When I stubbornly pretended not to notice, he pouted and started nibbling the inside of my thigh.
“Ah!”
“Hehe. Did that hurt?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and rolled with him, laughing at the bite mark he left on my skin.
“You little shit, let’s see how you like it!”
I reached down toward his thigh, but I was the one who ended up getting ambushed. His cock smacked against my cheek and then, like it was claiming its home, settled naturally against my lips.
While I turned my head, focusing on nibbling Kessler’s thigh, he subtly shifted his body into a 69 position. Then he buried his face between my legs.
The way his soft tongue moved, skillful and quick, had me swelling again in no time.
