Taeju’s heavy body pressed down on Iseo. His legs spread wider. The shallowly rippling water beat his chest as if caressing.
“Ha, ugh… take your hand off.”
“If you’re curious about mine, you have to tell me about yours too.”
Iseo hesitated for a moment. Yeon Taeju, holding his erect penis hostage, wrapped the shaft and rolled the glans with his thumb. Every time he pressed the recessed part, a chilling current flowed through his body.
“It was a man.”
“Hmm.”
Taeju made a heavy sound in his throat. Iseo also made a sound in his throat to swallow a moan. The hand that had wrapped his penis gradually went down. He spread his fingers like scissor blades and parted the labia majora.
Iseo wondered whether he should stop him or leave him be. The consideration was brief. Following the spreading labia minora, the inside gaped. The sensation of the semen that had been inside slowly flowing down was both disgusting and subtle.
“Ugh, it’s coming out…”
“Who was it?”
“A hyung I knew…”
“Hyung? When were you?”
“S-seventeen.”
“Did that person know? That hyung has a pussy?”
The finger that had spread and opened the flesh smoothly caressed the clitoris area. Iseo tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His vision blurred from the body temperature rising hotly.
He couldn’t find a reason to stop Yeon Taeju. Yeon Taeju was just his tool anyway. Nothing more than a masturbation device.
If he wanted to, he could do it anytime. That’s all. There was no need to add more emotions or reason to it.
“Hm? I’m asking if he knew.”
A finger suddenly pressed and entered the vaginal entrance. The finger that entered with a gurgle along with water pressed the shallow place.
Iseo panted and pulled his legs. When he tightened the legs over Taeju’s shoulder, Taeju came closer. Taeju laughed. His smile was as languid as his dense gestures.
“I don’t know. He didn’t know.”
“Did it feel good? Did you enjoy kissing a man?”
When the finger stimulating the shallow place became two, it dug into a deeper place. Iseo’s chest fluttered like a bird flapping its wings.
The clumped semen flowed out in chunks from the scraping. Iseo, who inhaled enough breath to reveal all his ribs, exhaled just as deeply.
“Can you feel it tightening inside?”
Iseo’s toes curled powerfully enough to turn pure white.
“You?”
“Me what?”
“After that.”
“Ah, with that noona?”
Taeju giggled and laughed. The hot body pressing close solidly embraced Iseo. Iseo’s arm automatically went over the back of his neck.
“I did the same to her too. Here.”
“Haa! Ah!”
He pressed down on the clitoris with the thick palm below his thumb. A coquettish cry as if about to faint burst out. His chin tilted back and strength entered the arm wrapped around his neck.
With his palm he pressed down on the clitoris while shaking the inside. The water surface writhed with splashing sounds. It was a caress that only drove forward, pressing down with force as if to crush.
Every time the clitoris standing erect like an erect cock was pressed by the palm, a dizzying current sparked.
When the clitoris bent sharply to the side as if digging inside the flesh, Iseo’s buttocks smoothly slid. Taeju’s taut balls touched inside his buttocks.
“That noona made groaning sounds saying she was dying. Just like hyung now.”
The wrinkled anus gaped and licked the elastic surface of the balls.
“H, ugh!”
“So I ran away. I didn’t want to hear it, that noona’s voice.”
He whispered in his ear with a voice tinted with laughter. Because of the waist shaking on its own, his body kept sinking below the water surface. Iseo pulled Taeju’s nape even harder.
The nape with the bulging sternocleidomastoid muscle supported Iseo’s body.
“Iseo-ya, feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Haak!”
Iseo’s eyes squeezed tightly shut. The long, thinly split moan rose higher. When the clitoris was pressed down strongly once more, Iseo ejaculated. The area around the clitoris tingled as if electrocuted.
03
Taeju woke up late in the morning. It was the time when he should normally be having a meal in the dining room. No one had woken him, and having exerted himself yesterday, he’d slept in.
Was Seok Iseo waiting for him downstairs right now? At that thought, the corners of Taeju’s mouth naturally lifted.
He could vividly imagine how Iseo would be waiting for him. He’d be calmly looking down with swollen eyes, staring at some empty space in the air.
Taeju’s smile deepened. Yesterday, Iseo had been beneath him, crying and cumming vulgarly. Yet that same person would have put on appropriate clothes and composed an appropriate expression as if none of that had ever happened.
What excited Taeju as much as Seok Iseo’s sensual body was his emotionless face. That bleak and dry expression.
His beautiful features atop his white face were without disorder. Taeju had a passion that could be called a mission for breaking that composure.
Perhaps he still hadn’t been able to get up from the bed. Taeju felt anticipation. Either way, he liked both without exception.
Whether it was Seok Iseo sitting nonchalantly at the breakfast table after being held by him, or Seok Iseo struggling from yesterday’s encounter.
Though he’d showered quickly and rushed down the stairs, his steps entering the dining room were leisurely.
Taeju couldn’t hide his rising smile. Iseo’s eyes, which had been looking at the corner of the table, slowly lifted toward him.
The corners of his eyes and mouth drew perfectly parallel lines. His impassive expression and pale skin were like the smooth surface of water. Like a black body of water whose transparency could only be known by putting your hand in and drawing it up.
Iseo naturally averted his gaze. Taeju wanted to grab hold of that glance.
He knew how those eyes cried.
“Did you wait long?”
“Not really.”
“I exerted myself a bit yesterday.”
Iseo, who had been pulling in his chin and looking up at him with just his eyes, let out a short snort. Even at that annoyed laugh, Taeju smiled pleasantly.
“You have surprisingly good stamina. You were whining that you were dying.”
Iseo’s eyes quickly glanced toward the kitchen. Taeju giggled at how funny it was watching him roll his eyes.
“Enough talk, just eat.”
“Why are there so many things you hate and won’t allow?”
Even his complaining voice was playful. Iseo picked up his utensils without even giving Taeju a glance. His intention to ignore him was obvious.
“You said you felt like you’d tear, are you okay?”
Taeju asked, having scraped out with his own hands what Iseo had released yesterday. The indifferent chewing of what was in his mouth stopped.
“Did you check this morning?”
Iseo put down the utensils he was holding onto the table with a clack. Both corners of Taeju’s mouth went down. His expression was vicious, like playing with a mouse in his palm.
“What about you.”
One of Taeju’s eyebrows shot up.
“Mine was fine though?”
If the ajumma wasn’t in the kitchen, he could have said it more crudely, but he held back.
Iseo slowly lifted his lowered head. It was a face Taeju liked. An expression interesting because there was room to break it. The dry white face stared straight at Taeju.
“Flower money.”
The raised eyebrow furrowed mercilessly. His brow tightened and a deep wrinkle formed.
Fuck. Taeju cursed inwardly.
Flower money? Right. He was a whore, wasn’t he? He’d sold himself gladly, but hearing the price from the buyer didn’t feel very good. Taeju’s gaze slowly fell to the floor before bouncing back up to bore into Iseo like a ricocheting ball.
“You’re diligent. From morning already.”
There were countless reasons for his teeth to grind. Starting with the choice of the words “flower money.” And the fact that he’d heard those words from Seok Iseo. And even in the midst of all that, his desire to run up to his room right now and check the amount. He didn’t like any of it.
More than the vulgar sex, it was his materialistic nature becoming endlessly cheap in front of someone wealthy that hurt Taeju’s pride.
He smiled, making an effort to smooth his crumpled expression. Just how much had he sent? He’d said 500 each time he came, but did he really send that amount?
Many thoughts rushed into Taeju’s head in an instant. Calling it “flower money” with such belittlement wasn’t ordinary. How much had he sent for last night’s sex? How many times did he come yesterday?
When they were actually having sex, he hadn’t thought about how many times he came. Even saying things like “whore” was just an additive for a stimulating relationship.
