“Does the smell… smell good?”
“Yes.”
“…How much?”
Sangho felt embarrassed at the reddened face. How much does it smell good…
“Uh, um. A lot?”
“It’s not fabric softener.”
“What?”
At Sangho’s puzzled words, Kyungoh suddenly stood up and walked briskly toward his room door. Kyungoh, who opened the door just like that, grinned at Sangho and said.
“Come here and I’ll tell you. I’ll let you smell it too.”
Han Kyungoh, who had called him into his room saying he’d tell him about fabric softener, plopped down on his bed. Then he patted the spot next to him and said this.
“It’s not fabric softener, it’s body scent. It should smell strong from here. Sit here and try smelling it.”
“What?”
Kyungoh tilted his head and pointed to his trapezius area. It was somehow a lewd sight. The towel wrapped below had loosened slightly and was precariously covering his thighs and more intimate places. As the pleasant sunlight scent became stronger, Sangho, with a reddened face, unconsciously approached Kyungoh’s side step by step, carefully. If I smell that scent, I’ll really really feel good. That impulse came to him.
When Sangho, who had approached close, sniffed with his nose against Kyungoh’s nape, a pleasant sunlight scent overflowed as expected. Sangho unconsciously buried his face in Kyungoh’s nape. Then Kyungoh’s hand smoothly came up to his waist, and just like that the two fell onto the bed with a thud.
“Sniiff…”
Sangho, who had become hazy somewhere, rubbed his face continuously against the nape while pinning Kyungoh beneath him. He didn’t notice Kyungoh’s hands quickly stripping off his clothes. Then when he felt a hot, firm tongue entering his ear canal and was startled, he was already naked and being held in Kyungoh’s arms. From then on, he couldn’t push away Kyungoh, who clung to him while caressing his whole body.
“D-don’t do this…”
“Huuu… Why. You agreed to help.”
“H-h-heat?”
“Who knows…”
“I-if it’s not heat, I can’t help… Mmph!”
The thick tongue that had been hovering by his ear instantly invaded his mouth. Something hot and hard pushed all the way to his throat, then stuck to the roof of his mouth. When saliva like lava gulped down his throat, his whole body seemed to be consumed by a ticklish heat.
“Ugh, mmph. Huuuk.”
Despite his hands trying hard to push away, below was faithfully responding. The embarrassment at his fully erect cock was brief, as Sangho realized he was lifting his hips and pressing his lower body against Kyungoh. He could see the corners of Kyungoh’s lips, stuck to his own, rising in a smirk.
‘I shouldn’t be doing this.’
At Wonha’s face flashing through his mind, Sangho barely turned his head and avoided Kyungoh’s lips. If I just don’t look at his face, my body will calm down. Sangho, who turned his body on the bed and fell face down, desperately ignored his bottom still twitching.
“Uh, uuht!”
However, Kyungoh’s fingers, which had already gripped his bottom, dug inside. He should have shuddered at the foreign sensation filling his insides, but strangely a pitiful moan flowed out. I want to fill the inside more. I want to rub and torment it more. Only such thoughts filled his head.
“You’re helping me. Because we promised.”
A sweet whisper came from behind.
“Hmm? Right? You’re helping, right?”
“Mmm, mm. H-help.”
“How?”
“I-inside… Hyaaah!”
Sangho’s mouth opened wide as a shrill moan flowed out. It was tight and overwhelming as something pushed in before his bottom was fully loosened.
“Huh, hyaang! W-wait! Stop!”
“Haaa… Sangho.”
When tears streamed from Sangho’s bright red eyes, he could feel Kyungoh’s thing inside his hole growing even bigger. A thick forearm wrapped around his stomach and lifted his upper body, and the half-inserted thing began to push deeper inside.
“Ha, haaak! Kuuk!”
At the pleasure of it going deeper, Sangho raised his head as if his breath was cut off. Water droplets formed at the tips of his trembling eyebrows. At the suddenly arriving climax, semen was leaking from his tip.
“Huuk…!”
On Kyungoh’s knees as he sat on the bed, Sangho leaned his body against the firm chest and trembled. The joined union was filled to the limit, and every time Sangho shook his body, he continuously felt climax.
When Sangho staggered unable to control his body, his waist kept sinking down deeply. Kyungoh, who had been fiddling with Sangho’s nipples with his fingers, grabbed and fixed his arms and waist simultaneously with a thud. Then, holding Sangho’s body and impaling him down onto his cock deeply, deeply, veins bulged and rose on Kyungoh’s forearms.
“Kuh… How is it? Does it smell good?”
“Hya, hyeeek…! D-deeep…!”
At the feeling of pressure in his stomach, Sangho panted and opened his mouth. His tongue lolled out below and sticky saliva dripped down to the floor. In the midst of it, when Kyungoh’s hard cock continuously thrusting and stabbing below touched the maddeningly sensitive part, his eyes flashed white.
“Y-you said you’d tell me! Huaang…!”
“Smell it well. Hmm? I’ll cum inside you plenty.”
‘You, crazy, bastard!’
His dazed mind wasn’t working properly. His body trembled out of control and his pupils lost focus.
After doing it once so quickly like that… in broad daylight, he didn’t even know how many times this was.
The hole below was already tingling with a burning sensation like being burned. Nevertheless, his body continuously swallowed Kyungoh’s cock tightly and writhed while wrapping around it. Between the hole, sticky love fluid was continuously rubbed and white foam formed. Sangho, who reached climax many times, spilled semen many times, but Kyungoh never ejaculated once and persistently ravaged the inside of the hole.
“Heuk, huk… Uhaang…!”
Now Sangho was just trembling and only spilling a few drops of semen. Through the window, late afternoon sunlight shone in and crossed diagonally across Sangho’s reddened chest. His nipples, rubbed red and standing erect, sparkled in the sunlight. Then Kyungoh buried his face between Sangho’s armpits and continuously licked Sangho’s armpits and chest area with his hard, hot tongue. Sucking up the flowing saliva, a lewd slurping sound echoed through the room. The tender flesh was sucked into Kyungoh’s mouth and pulled, leaving red marks of congestion.
“Stop… St-stop… Now, stop.”
“Say it feels good. Hmm? Say it feels good biting my cock.”
“Ah, ahuuk. Uhek…! Please, huuk…”
“If you tell me, I’ll stop. Hmm?”
“F-feels goood…”
“What, what feels good?”
“Ky-Kyungoh’s, c-cock, huek! I-inside, huhit…!”
As obscene words poured from Sangho’s barely panting mouth, Kyungoh frowned and spurted harder, stabbing deeper inside. Now Sangho was convulsing in Kyungoh’s hands with almost animal-like sounds. And with a surge, hot semen exploded inside and flowed down. Kyungoh, who had thrust his thing all the way into Sangho’s hole, held Sangho’s arms and waist and pressed him even more to his center until the last drop poured out.
“Haaa… How is it, my scent should be coming from here now. Really good, right?”
“Heek… hek…”
Kyungoh gently rubbed Sangho’s lower belly and gave a light kiss on his cheek. At the satisfied-sounding voice, Sangho didn’t even have the strength to reply and just panted.
Even after the intercourse ended, Kyungoh didn’t pull out what was held in the back and fiddled with Sangho’s body for a long while, and only after Sangho was almost sobbing did he slowly pull his thing out from behind. As semen and love fluid mixed and flowed from the hole below, Kyungoh quickly hugged Sangho tightly and headed to the bathroom.
Sangho was completely limp in the bathtub, leaning against Kyungoh’s arms. Kyungoh laid Sangho on his side to scrape out the traces messily spilled inside, and thoroughly wiped even the inside. At the somehow familiar touch, Sangho asked in an exhausted voice.
“You said… it was your first time.”
“I learned. I didn’t want to make you faint again.”
Kyungoh, who had wiped his body to some extent, kissed his cheek with a smooch. When warm water was poured on his body, Sangho dozed off and leaned his head on Kyungoh’s forearm. Kyungoh, who quickly wiped his body, carried Sangho again and carefully laid him on his room’s bed. On the small, thin body, traces left by Wonha and his own traces remained mottled.
Sharing such a small thing. Though it was absolutely unacceptable, Kyungoh felt quite satisfied with Sangho’s body scent drenched in his pheromone fragrance.
Sangho woke up again the next morning at dawn.
Kyungoh must have gone to the training camp that evening, as he was lying alone in the wide bed. When Sangho, who got up groggily, checked his phone clock, it was just past 5 o’clock. Since he had to take the bus and go to work at 5:30, Sangho made a groaning sound and got up. His back was a bit stiff, but after sleeping with Kyungoh, his body always felt refreshed.
Staggering out the room door, Wonha was standing outside the dark living room.
“Ah…”
Sangho stopped in place and was very flustered. Two days ago I slept with Wonha, and this time with Han Kyungoh… When Sangho, suddenly realizing this situation was very abnormal, moved his lips, Wonha gave a bitter smile and greeted him.
