He knew it wasn’t a place people frequented. But it wasn’t that there was none at all. People who entered by mistake or employees could pass by at any time and it wouldn’t be strange.
“Even when you cry so fucking prettily, you act like a dick once in a while.”
The sound of slapping flesh rang out rapidly. The eyes that had been checking the surroundings widened and went down between his legs.
Yeon Taeju stared at him intently while striking below. Earlier, his face had definitely been smiling. Not now. Low-grade competitiveness and base desire settled damply on his face. With such a face, he watched as if to melt him down.
“Is today a day you want to act like a dick?”
He spoke while breathing lightly. Because of arousal, he wrinkled his nose tip. Iseo became afraid. The slowly erecting penis seemed like it would dig into his below any moment.
“Y-Yeon Taeju, are you crazy? Stop. Stop it…!”
“Why are you so surprised. Say it again. That my mind is entirely between hyung’s legs. It is right now.”
Yeon Taeju’s precum dripped stickily onto Iseo’s white pants. Iseo was startled and backed away until blocked by the cliff.
“Tae, Taeju-ya…!”
The fully erect penis still shook in his hand. The hard cockhead poked at Iseo’s belly repeatedly.
“When you cried prettily, I coaxed you saying you were cute. If you act like a dick like this, I become a dick too.”
As if he had no interest at all in his lower body situation, he persistently stared only at Iseo’s face. If he just got horny, if he just fanned the flames, he could strip his pants right here on the spot.
“Got it?”
Iseo nodded his head rapidly with a face gone pale. Taeju’s lips fell on his cheek. Flesh with a soft texture rubbed on his cheek that had turned deathly pale. Iseo trembled as if cold in midsummer when muggy wind blew.
“Hold it.”
Iseo hesitated, trembling his fingertips.
“Because I’m suppressing wanting to shove it in hyung’s mouth right now.”
At those words, Iseo was startled and hastily grasped his penis. It was hot. Hot as if it would melt and stick to his hand. Yeon Taeju’s body pressed even closer.
A slight smell of sweat and the smell of his usual perfume came rushing. Iseo unconsciously took a big breath.
“Fuck, it’s hot.”
Taeju pressed even closer and crushed his body. He covered his own hand over Iseo’s hand and jerked off.
His hand rapidly swept over the penis. The hem of his clothes got wet with flowing precum. Iseo swallowed dry saliva. Yeon Taeju’s muttering breath rang loudly in his ears. Right now, all that shielded him and Yeon Taeju was just the shade that ended in a few steps. His palm was hot as if holding sunlight in his hand.
“Huu, are you hard too, hyung?”
Iseo was startled and hastily shook his head left and right. Fine goosebumps rose behind his ear where Yeon Taeju’s rough breath flowed down.
“Going to go to the room and do it alone gloomily?”
Did that mean masturbating at the beach with all sides open, using shade as a screen, wasn’t gloomy? Iseo held back wanting to retort.
“Let’s go in, Taeju-ya… okay? Let’s go home…”
He felt Yeon Taeju’s body stiffen tightly. Iseo held his breath together. Sweat flowed from the hands pressed together firmly. The sound of sweeping the penis rapidly got faster. The moment he felt the prominently raised blood vessels surge and squirm, the bottom hem of Iseo’s clothes got wet. Thin semen dripped down along the shirt hem.
“Huu…”
Taeju’s hand pressed down hard on Iseo’s hand and squeezed out all his remaining semen. Iseo’s shoulders shook several times as if his own penis had been grabbed.
“Doing it alone doesn’t excite me at all.”
Taeju clicked his tongue while shaking off his hand soaked with sweat and semen on the sandy beach. Iseo clenched his toes tightly because of the semen that flowed down onto the top of his foot. He wasn’t in his right mind. His leisurely words and the sight of him roughly wiping the semen on his penis with his hand.
“Let’s go.”
Yeon Taeju pushed his penis into his waistband. Iseo was still looking at the top of his foot and wriggling his toes. The bottom hem of his shirt was wet with semen and smelled musty.
Yeon Taeju headed toward the low hill climbing the cliff. Only then did Iseo raise his head and look at him. His face heated up bright red.
The inside that had just started to get wet was hot. Even at such a sight, he had swelled below. He wiped the hand with Yeon Taeju’s semen on his shirt.
No matter how much he scrubbed, the hot heat like phosphorus stuck in his palm, the squirming blood vessels, and the feeling of fishy mucus wouldn’t disappear.
“What are you doing.”
Yeon Taeju, who had been walking alone for a while, turned his back and looked at Iseo. Iseo unconsciously pulled and stretched the bottom of his shirt with his hand.
Yeon Taeju came striding back the way he’d gone and stood in front of Iseo. His forehead twitched.
“That’s why you shouldn’t have crawled up.”
His wrist was grabbed hard enough for his shoulder blade to dislocate. Yeon Taeju, who had dragged out Iseo who had been hesitating alone under the shade, strode forward rapidly at his own pace.
“If you’d made this face earlier too, I wouldn’t have acted like a dick either.”
* * *
Seongju had passed through the estate’s vehicle control gate during the most intense hours of the sun. It was when Iseo and Taeju were spending a leisurely afternoon.
Iseo had entered the workshop, habitually fed the tropical fish, and blankly watched them.
Taeju stared at Iseo like that, then lost interest and turned to leave the workshop. This villa gave the feeling of being completely detached from society. Peaceful and quiet like the nature that surrounded it on all sides. Like the expression Seok Iseo made when he was blank, this place seemed thoughtless.
“Seongju dooryeonim has arrived.”
An ahjumma who passed by casually mentioned this to Taeju, who was lounging on the sofa looking at his phone, then quickly disappeared into the workshop. She seemed to be going to tell Iseo as well.
Taeju sat up from where he’d been stretched out. Yeon Seongju was his oldest brother with a 10-year age gap. He wasn’t afraid of him like Yeon Muju, but he was at least the only person who would pretend to listen when spoken to.
Taeju and Seongju were the most alike yet also the most different. Iseo’s face was stiffly hardened as he crossed the long corridor.
Taeju propped his chin on the armrest and stared intently at Iseo. Was his complexion still not back because he was shocked by what he’d done earlier? Taeju expressed this sentiment by pulling up one corner of his mouth in a sneer.
“Why does your face look like that?”
“Like what?”
Taeju made a gesture with his thumb and index finger curved into a circle, shaking them up and down. Iseo immediately glared at him with narrowed eyes.
Seeing his expression change right away, it seemed he wasn’t thinking about what happened earlier.
“Don’t do that.”
His face was saying it was vulgar. Taeju giggled, genuinely amused.
It was too fun pressing down on Seok Iseo’s pride. When he whined and cried beneath him, that was adorable in its own way, and when he acted all haughty and aloof, there was a certain pleasure in crushing that.
“Do you hate Yeon Seongju? It’s different from with Yeon Muju.”
“Be quiet.”
Iseo quietly snapped at him as he stood at the middle gate waiting for Seongju.
“That bastard is pretty terrible though.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then why don’t you like him?”
“I said it’s not that.”
“You like hyung’s face. In that regard, isn’t he the most similar to me?”
Iseo, who was about to habitually tell him to be quiet, turned his head and looked at Yeon Taeju.
“What do you mean?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you spacing out and staring at me sometimes?”
Ah. Iseo let out a low groan. His face instantly heated up. Color returned to his pale complexion. It actually looked better.
“Please come in, Seongju dooryeonim.”
The gaze that had been on Taeju quickly turned toward the entrance. A tall man entered, glancing around slightly.
“I’m past the age to be called dooryeonim.”
As Taeju said, a man who clearly looked like his brother entered.
“Ah, ha, hahaha, yes….”
The employee laughed awkwardly alone and quickly escaped behind Iseo.
“You’re here.”
“It’s been a while, Iseo-ya. How long has it been?”
“If even big hyung doesn’t know, how would Iseo hyung know?”
Taeju, who had been sitting on the sofa until now, suddenly popped up and squeezed between the two. Seongju’s eyebrows twitched. Taeju looked at that face with a slight smile.
“It’s just a greeting.”
“I’m just joking too.”
“Sorry for leaving that headache with you.”
Yeon Seongju spoke without even looking at Taeju’s face. Only Iseo’s face hardened as his eyes darted back and forth at the rapid-fire conversation.
“Not particularly.”
