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The two no longer hesitated to press their bodies together. No, Taeju had never known such hesitation in the first place, so if there was any change, it was on Iseo’s side.
At the same time, Iseo had come to understand a little about how to handle the human being called Yeon Taeju. Even though his cousin and the male prostitute who paid him for services still had a shitty personality and spoke in a vile manner.
“No.”
“No one’s coming.”
Like before, he was busy alone at the tall table, rustling about. Taeju pressed close behind Iseo, rubbing his body against him. His hand naturally wrapped around Iseo’s waist. One hand pressed against the table, blocking any escape route.
“There are people outside.”
Iseo’s voice sank low. He hadn’t expected to feel human warmth right behind him in the vastness of the workshop.
“They’re outside, not in here.”
Taeju whispered, lightly blowing breath into his ear. Iseo hastily covered his ear and glared at Taeju clinging behind him.
His grinning face looked lewd. Everything about Yeon Taeju seen and felt up close felt lewd. The veins rising on the back of his hand and the thick nape stretching down from his jawline, the canines that showed pointedly when he smiled and his sticky breath.
Was it his own body that was the problem, or was it Yeon Taeju’s sex appeal ability? Iseo pressed his palm firmly against his ear and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Later, in the evening. Okay?”
Taeju bounced back like an elastic ball when met with firm, sharp words, but became obedient when approached with weak, pleading tones.
For Iseo, this was the most certain and meaningful gain. It allowed him to escape easily and quickly from awkward situations like now, when Taeju clung to his back and sneakily touched him below.
“Yeon Taeju….”
Iseo drew out the final syllable and glanced up at Taeju. It was the maximum display of difficulty that Iseo, who had never acted coquettish toward anyone in his life, could manage.
“Let’s do it in the evening.”
At Yeon Taeju’s face looking down at him with eyes lowered, whispering deeply, Iseo moistened slightly below. The face smiling softly was different from his previous self. As if he were soothing a lover….
Thinking that far, Iseo stiffened his shoulders. As if Yeon Taeju would really think of him as a lover. He was here because of money. Yesterday, he had even said to give him the payment properly in cash if he was going to pay.
Of course, Iseo flatly refused. He felt that if he gave it to him in cash, he would leave just like that.
“Let’s do it now too. Okay?”
A touch as soft as the softly whispering voice slipped between his shirt. Iseo couldn’t push even that away.
Yeon Taeju’s sex was dirty and rough. But there were times when he acted so sweet as if to melt him. At those times, it was hard for Iseo to pretend otherwise and pull away.
When he kneaded his chest with moderately rough hands as if handling a precious object like now, words of denial melted and disappeared like dust.
“If hyung just doesn’t make any noise, no one will know.”
He rubbed back and forth as if rolling the nipple with his index finger. A tingling sensation tickled and circled his chest. Without realizing it, Iseo gripped the table tightly and looked at Taeju.
His smile was soft. Not a vulgar laugh, nor a vicious sneer. What wind had blown through him—alongside such distrustful thoughts came the contradictory thought that he hoped this mood of Yeon Taeju’s would last as long as possible.
“The door….”
“I locked it. Hyung, I want to do it.”
He spoke as innocently as if his younger cousin were really begging. Without realizing it, Iseo pulled his hips back. His buttocks rubbed against his crotch. He could feel the already hotly erect penis.
As naturally as anything, a tingling sensation spread between his vaginal folds and his lower belly clenched tight. This feeling wasn’t experienced unless it was during his cycle. Unlike his heating body, his reason coldly traced through his current bodily state one by one.
Below was wet, and heat surged to the areas being touched. The hole twitched as if searching for something to insert, and his panting breath grew impatient.
“I’ve been staring at you the whole time, didn’t you notice? Why are you so busy every time you come in here? Not even looking at me.”
“Heu, nng, hnng….”
He rubbed only the nipples longingly. When a weak moan flowed from Iseo’s mouth, his hands became bolder. He gathered and kneaded the little breast flesh with his palm and dug into the center of the nipple with his fingernail, stimulating sharp pain.
“These days, only your ass catches my eye. You’re bent over at the waist here, so it looks perfect for doing you from behind.”
Unlike his playful tone, the heat of his lower body grinding firmly against his buttocks was serious. Iseo lightly inflated his chest and felt his penis crushed between his buttocks.
The large flesh pillar swelled thickly even beneath the fabric and rubbed. Iseo’s penis also gradually swelled in volume.
Thinking of Yeon Taeju who must have swelled below while voyeuristically watching him draw rough sketches wasn’t bad. In fact, it was good. Good enough that if he stripped his lower half like this, he would silently consent.
The fact that he watched him, got aroused, and begged acted as a bigger arousal than the physical excitement of kneading his chest.
“Why are you watching secretly?”
Afraid he might notice the heat lurking in his eyes, he averted his gaze. He snapped as if blaming him, but in fact, soft and hot flesh was hidden inside.
“I can’t help that it’s good.”
“Ah….”
Hot goosebumps rose along his spine. The subject of what he said was good felt as if it had become himself. Without realizing it, Iseo tightened his buttocks strongly and rubbed against his lower body.
Hot breath settled over his nape. His nape grew hot and his heart beat short and fast.
Iseo caught the flow of disorderly thoughts like grasping the reins of words. What he liked was his own incomplete body, and what he meant by liking was merely an impression of finding it interesting. Even comforting himself like this was useless.
“Heu, I can’t do it for long. Just a little… okay?”
“Just a little?”
Giggling mockingly, Taeju grabbed Iseo’s chin and pulled. He pressed their lips together and blew in his breath. Hot wind entered his mouth, and next came a heavy tongue.
“Just a little, how? Just a little.”
“Heu, briefly….”
“You mean quickly like hyung comes quickly?”
Look at this—Yeon Taeju was making fun of him.
“You, those words…!”
His long eye corners curved splendidly as he blatantly rubbed his tongue. The kiss with his mouth wide open and tongue extended long seemed more like a kiss meant to show rather than to feel. He knew precisely how to be vulgar and crude.
“Did I say something wrong? Later you drip continuously. Like pissing yourself, while twitching.”
Right on cue, Iseo’s lower region twitched. His eyes became disheveled. The interlocked lips glistened, and his pupils glistened just as much. Iseo undid his pants buckle himself to prepare for his endless teasing that would follow.
“Shut up and fuck me already?”
The back of Iseo’s neck, which had been lowered to look at the buckle, flushed a faint red.
He wanted to glare at him but held back. If he argued back against his words here, Yeon Taeju’s sexual harassment, now gaining momentum, would continue endlessly.
“Hm? Should I scratch your pussy?”
“You said you wanted to….”
Instead, Iseo lowered his eye corners. In many ways, he was doing things he never did because of Yeon Taeju. Iseo, who had lived at odds with coquettishness and charm, clumsily imitated such things.
The moment he heard laughter like air deflating, wet and squishy flesh touched above his heated nape. The tongue licked up the beautifully curved back of his neck.
His toes curled at the sticky and ticklish sensation.
“Take off your panties too.”
Iseo obediently followed his words. When he bent his waist and lowered his underwear to his ankles, Taeju pressed even closer behind him. He bumped his head against the edge of the table.
“Hnng….”
“Mine too.”
“What?”
“Take mine off too.”
As he rubbed his bumped forehead and looked up at Yeon Taeju, he said that. Forgetting even the pain, Iseo stared at Taeju’s swollen crotch. The posture of having both knees on the floor while looking between his thighs was strange.
Iseo was flustered, unable to readily stand up or put his hands on Taeju’s pants.
“Hurry up. Take out my cock.”
At the forceful tone and low voice, Iseo couldn’t think of refusing.
Excessive tension focused on opening the pants zipper. Was it because he had both knees on the ground looking up from below? Or was it because he was directly opening Yeon Taeju’s clothes himself?
Iseo opened the zipper and took out his penis. When he struggled to pull out the long, thick snake-like penis, it naturally lifted upward.
