Iseo fell from sleep to reality as if rolling off a cliff. He gasped for breath urgently.
“Ah…! What, Yeon Taeju!”
“Put my dick to sleep.”
Taeju stuck close to Iseo’s back and rubbed his lower part. The front of his training pants was bulging thickly. He could feel the contours through the thin fabric.
In his fading sense of reality, Iseo blinked rapidly. He raised his arm to push away the ruffian behind him. Even that was grabbed firmly.
“Stop talking nonsense, hey, don’t rub… Ngh.”
“Hyung, you came five times yesterday.”
Taeju’s voice still carried laughter. Regardless of the vulgarity or disorderliness of what he was doing now, his face would be fresh. Iseo’s waist bounced several times because of the fingers rubbing his nipple with varying strength.
“Don’t pinch…! Ah, ngh…”
“Want to try something different today?”
A moderately light baritone voice tinged with laughter whispered from behind. His head turned on its own because of the voice bewitching him.
“Hm? Something better than yesterday.”
In the darkness, Taeju and Iseo’s eyes met. Eyes glistening like a beast’s looked at him.
He felt goosebumps rise along his lower back. It was instinctive, regardless of whether he liked it or not. The raw fishy smell of the man with his lower part attached was thick.
“What do you mean, something better.”
Contrary to his instinctive fear, Iseo didn’t entirely dislike his desire. He was even interested.
The excitement that felt like falling into an abyss burning through his whole body, trembling in all four limbs at endless climax—it was all a first experience. His curiosity about it was as great as his fear of experiencing it for the first time.
“Today we’re only going in the back.”
“What?”
Taeju narrowed his eyes as if slowly savoring Iseo’s wavering pupils. His narrowing eyes were sexy enough to make it hard to look away.
“Only in your hole, hyung.”
Iseo had, frustratingly, properly learned about his so-called hole from Yeon Taeju yesterday. About its use and purpose.
Iseo trembled lightly. His body’s trembling was like the tremor of his spirit. Taeju hugged his trembling body tightly.
“How about it, good?”
Taeju looked at Iseo with a pleasant smile. He couldn’t nod his head saying it was good for the sake of his pride, nor could he refuse saying it was bad, so he just bit his lower lip firmly.
“Hm? Are you going to buy me again today?”
His lower part was rubbed roughly enough to make his buttock flesh dent. Iseo pulled in his chin and narrowed his shoulders. It was the shape of burrowing deeper into Taeju’s embrace.
The hand that had been tormenting his nipple spread wide and gripped his entire chest. The little flesh he had gathered between thumb and forefinger.
“It’ll be better than yesterday. The more we do it.”
His nipple stood erect on the shallow mound. Iseo released the lip he’d been biting at his own vulgar appearance.
A moan like a groan flowed out. A thumb lightly touched above his nipple. Every time his nipple was rubbed this way and that, a light thrill like goosebumps surged up.
He’d never thought he would feel arousal or pleasure from his chest. But he felt ecstasy at kneading it as if it were natural.
Was having his nipples squeezed and chest kneaded originally such a good thing? Iseo panted and pressed his thighs together. It felt like he would flow.
“Ahh…”
Soft lips lightly rubbed against the nape of his neck. Hot breath flowed down thickly over the back of his neck like a caress. A moist tongue licked long over it and sucked. At the same time, the breast he’d grabbed was squeezed with all his might. A warm heat melted between the pain.
Iseo pulled his chin close and looked at his own body. He could see his nipple, bright red with heat and standing stiffly erect. Below it was a large hand covering his ribs.
The bones and veins protruding roughly on the back of the hand were ferocious. Iseo felt a visual thrill at the back of his hand. Another person’s hand was touching him. Not for medical purposes or observation.
“I’m going to tie up hyung’s cock and gouge out your insides. You’ll feel it sickeningly but won’t be able to cum.”
Taeju spoke the vulgar words as if it were nothing. It was even sweet enough to melt.
Iseo gasped enough to make his entire chest heave. He was more aroused by the simple caress exploring his body than by his words.
In this villa that seemed like a promise of eternal isolation, he was shamelessly rubbing bodies.
“It’s going to feel insanely good.”
Just from the light caresses and ticklish breath, Iseo’s lower half began to gradually gain strength. Anticipation and fear intersected.
Taeju’s voice saying it would feel insanely good was quite excited. Iseo’s body boiled over too. As if knowing his state of mind, Taeju’s large, rough hand slowly moved downward.
Without hesitation, he pulled down the pants and underwear. Iseo’s body flinched briefly. His swollen member swayed between his legs pressed neatly together.
Taeju looked at the sight over Iseo’s shoulder. He snorted lightly.
“I get more turned on when they’re closed rather than spread.”
Iseo squeezed his thighs together even tighter. Unlike his arousal, his reason knew shame. He’d bought his cousin with money. And was about to do it a second time.
Taeju laughed at Iseo who was weighing reason and morals. It was a deep laugh that made him want to spread his closed legs.
“That’s right. Keep them squeezed tight.”
Taeju moved behind him. Iseo glanced back slightly. Even in the darkly shadowed area, he could see the member with bulging veins.
Taeju only pulled down the elastic of his pants and took out his member. Then he arbitrarily rubbed his member against the flesh below Iseo’s buttocks.
“Hng, haa… haat!”
Iseo couldn’t help but raise his voice when the hot flesh covered in sticky fluid rubbed against his tender skin.
The white buttocks and straight thighs stretched in a line cleverly alternated between sensuality and modesty.
A vicious member dug in between his crotch. Iseo unknowingly narrowed the space between his legs more and held his breath. Though Taeju’s member wasn’t even penetrating him, his breath burst out in gasps.
The ferociously protruding cock head spread his labia and dug between his thighs. It felt like his thighs rubbing against the member would be burned.
The movement that had been moving slowly like penetrating gradually became faster and shorter. Each time his pussy flesh was scraped, Iseo made whimpering, tearful sounds.
“Huu, does it feel that good even just scraping your pussy?”
Iseo shook his head. His body was the opposite. The entrance heated up from the friction. Each time the moist mucous membrane was scraped, his breath stopped. The more the thrilling sexual sensation intensified, the more lacking the stimulation was.
“Uh, hng… uk!”
“You’ll cum at this rate. Hyung’s cock is loose.”
Along with the reproach, fingers lightly gripped and twisted his glans. Iseo’s waist fluttered forward and bounced up. The pain that suddenly dug in instantly transformed into pleasure.
“Ahk! It hurts…! Ugh!”
“What hurts. You liked being touched.”
Taeju laughed while scratching his neck. The rough-surfaced laughter tickled his heart.
In the surging excitement, Iseo unknowingly rubbed his thighs together. Before he knew it, his member had swollen and stuck firmly to his lower abdomen.
“I was going to tie it before it got fully hard.”
Taeju’s hand swept up his member with barely any pressure. It was more contact than caress. Much more stimulating than roughly rubbing the surface. Iseo’s waist naturally moved following the touch.
“Haa… ugh… tie, you said?”
“Yeah, here along with the balls, prettily.”
He lightly rubbed the shaft with just his thumb, index and middle fingers. A nasal sound flowed out. Iseo squeezed his eyes shut.
Taeju laid Iseo straight and sat between his legs. In his hand was a red cord. It was a fairly thick material with frayed ends. Taeju tied it tightly, wrapping it to compress the entire shaft starting from the balls.
“Aah, it hurts…! What is that, where did you find it…?”
“What is this?”
The red cord suited the slick white cock well, as if made for it. Taeju looked at his work and curled up the corners of his mouth with a grin. He wondered if it might be a cord originally made for tying cocks.
Taeju, who tied the end of the cord with a ribbon, lifted his head to face Iseo.
The dim dawn light flowed down along his prominent nose bridge. His upturned eyes glistened with a sticky sensuality.
“Why, what is this.”
Iseo bit his lips tightly and shook his head. He absolutely couldn’t say it was a pottery cutting wire.
He didn’t know where Taeju had found the cutting wire he’d put away after the handle broke off. No, he didn’t understand why he’d brought it from the workshop to tie his member.
His teeth ground. He was that aroused. His vulgar atmosphere and handsome face fanned Iseo’s excitement.
“You, why on your own…!”
“Why is this on my own. Hyung is enjoying it more.”
