He placed his hand on Taeju’s door. The cold sensation thrillingly rang through his bare lower back. Between his legs tingled. Iseo clenched his teeth once as if steeling himself and turned the doorknob.
Cool air, darkness cast thickly just like his own room, Yeon Taeju’s steady breathing. Iseo inhaled until his lungs swelled to bursting.
He could smell Yeon Taeju. His unrefined, therefore attractive, somewhat sweet smell. The mysterious scent of his cologne and body odor mixed.
Iseo leaned against the door and inhaled deeply several times, filling his entire body with Taeju’s scent.
Scent is most intimate. It’s a part that cannot be conveyed through documents, video, or audio. This was truly irreplaceable privacy and identity.
When Iseo filled his internal sparse spaces with Yeon Taeju’s body scent, he moved his feet.
Each time his white arms and legs crossed, the subtle light entering from outside the window reflected, flowing with blue phosphorescence.
Iseo climbed onto the bed. Iseo lay down behind Taeju who was sleeping on his side with his back turned. When he laid his head on Taeju’s pillow, his scent spread instantly like the fragrance of wild flowers blooming loosely.
He lifted the summer blanket. He was only wearing underwear. Iseo slowly touched Yeon Taeju’s back. He traced with his fingers the lines of muscles with sensual curves like a detailed sketch.
When he swept his hand over the shadow of his scapula, his shoulder bounced up. He inhaled deeply as if his entire upper body swelled. Iseo also appreciated with his fingertips the flexibility of the expanding muscles.
The hand that had been feeling the back slowly moved forward along the curve of his ribs. The combination of gently curved and tough woven muscles was felt through his entire body. Through his closely attached chest, through his overlapping thighs, through his groping hand.
Saliva passed down. He did something he could never do when in his right mind. Iseo pressed his groin against Taeju’s buttocks. A moan almost burst out. He held it back by biting the flesh inside his mouth.
If Yeon Taeju woke up, he wouldn’t be able to do such perverted caresses. Taeju’s underwear became soaked with Iseo’s precum and his buttock cleft clearly showed beneath the fabric.
Iseo gradually lowered his hand. Smooth skin and lumpy muscles lightly swelled and subsided each time he breathed. Iseo’s hand became bolder and bolder. While rubbing his member over his underwear, he wedged his own member swollen as if about to burst between Taeju’s thighs.
The member that burrowed between the flabby muscles with no strength couldn’t hold back in the meantime and spurted semen.
“Hng, ngh… nnh.”
Iseo’s body shivered as if he’d caught a chill. Even pouring out semen wasn’t enough. Iseo’s cheek stuck to Taeju’s back. Skin sticky with sweat stuck wetly to cool flesh. Iseo rubbed his face without distinction between forehead, cheeks, and lips. He rubbed his member even deeper between Yeon Taeju’s buttock cleft and thighs.
If only he would wake up soon, no, if only he wouldn’t wake up. The hand groping over Taeju’s underwear repeatedly grew rough then weak like Iseo’s crossing thoughts.
“Huu.”
Taeju exhaled one more deep breath. His abs tightened instantly and strength entered his thick thighs. In that moment, the member caught between Taeju’s thighs was crushed as if it would burst.
“Ngh!”
“What the…”
His sleepy voice was rough as if scratching his eardrums.
“Seok Iseo?”
He irritably rubbed his eyes and forehead with his arm, propped up his upper body with his arm, and lifted his shoulders. While Taeju raised his body, turned on the lamp on the side table, and turned around, Iseo watched the movement of his rippling back muscles and the dynamics of muscles splitting apart then clumping together.
“Is your hole lonely?”
Yeon Taeju spoke in a voice deeply submerged as if he’d just woken from sleep. Iseo greedily scanned his glistening body under the bright yellow light. After crushing him like he’d burst, his penis had become erect in one go.
“Or do you want to fuck me?”
Yeon Taeju gripped Iseo’s face oppressively, fast enough to be unbelievable for someone who’d just woken up. He immediately pinned him underneath.
“Huh? I have to hear you say it to know. If you come at me naked, how am I supposed to know what you want?”
Hands cooler than his own skin, rough palms scraped across his cheeks. Even that was thrilling. Iseo exhaled hot breath. The breath that hit Taeju’s cheek returned to Iseo.
“I want to do it.”
Iseo’s voice came out as husky as Taeju’s who had just woken. Taeju’s eyebrows crumpled irritably and rippled like waves.
“Do what.”
There was no smile on his lips. Yet it felt like he was smiling. He didn’t show his satisfied air on his face but created it through his demeanor. The leisurely relaxing movement of muscles and his voice that became much softer, the strength in his grip that gave him leeway.
“With you.”
“Say it properly. Don’t wake up a sleeping person and then act annoying.”
He wasn’t being annoyed. Rather, he was enjoying it. His voice, lowered and husky, resembled the heavy rhythm of a contrabass.
“…Do it to me.”
Iseo’s hand slid between Taeju’s groin. The slightly swollen front was heavy just from that. Iseo rubbed it with the plump inside of his palm.
“Act more like you want it. If you came because you’re hungry for dick, you should act that cheaply.”
Instead of the strength pressing hard on his face releasing, thick fingers entered his mouth. The tongue pressed down by the fingers rubbed as if caressing it.
“Make me horny.”
“How.”
Taeju snorted. After sneaking into bed like a thief, all he’d done was piss semen between his thighs. For pouncing on him naked, it was too gentle, so Taeju almost laughed instead.
As if savoring the texture of sticky saliva and slippery tongue, Taeju rubbed inside Iseo’s mouth.
“Will you do what I tell you?”
Seok Iseo’s eyes crumpled as if frightened. It was Taeju’s favorite expression. He hastily pulled his hand away and took out his penis that wasn’t fully erect yet over the elastic band.
“Can you suck it today? A male whore’s thing.”
He didn’t know why this was thrilling. Taeju was excited by calling himself a male whore, thereby degrading Seok Iseo without limits. His eyes seemed conflicted. Though a thin moisture of arousal pooled in them, it seemed he didn’t want to suck dick despite his condition.
“Don’t just look like that.”
Yeon Taeju came up on his knees to Iseo’s shoulders. The dangling careless penis touched near Iseo’s chin. For the first time, his penis felt a bit cool.
“Fuck, are you gonna do it or not.”
Irritation laced Yeon Taeju’s voice. Iseo was startled and quickly raised his gaze. Looking at Taeju who had raised his upper body while lying on his back made him seem newly enormous.
Yeon Taeju’s face looking down at him while gripping the bed head was already heated with excitement. Every time he spoke, strength entered his thighs bent at the knees and pressed wide.
“What if I don’t?”
“You don’t want to? Why.”
At the question whose beginning was cut off bluntly, Iseo stubbornly closed his mouth. Taeju held his own penis and brushed it across Iseo’s face like painting. He lightly snorted.
“Then masturbate. With your holes.”
Without opening his mouth, Iseo only slightly turned his head to the side to avoid the penis thrust under his nose. Immediately Taeju’s rough hand approached and grasped Iseo’s head.
“Stick it in your pussy or asshole and cum.”
Taeju’s penis gradually swelled. Iseo faced the penis growing enormous in real time right before his eyes.
“You don’t like that either?”
Iseo answered by briefly pulling his chin several times. That movement looked so hasty that Taeju slightly raised one corner of his mouth.
“Then want me to tie your hands and feet and take my dick?”
Iseo’s eyes trembled as if meeting disaster. Taeju stroked his own chin and imagined Seok Iseo with each hand and foot tied, spread wide open. Closed was more arousing than spread, but preventing him from closing was more ecstatic.
While Taeju lowered his eyes imagining a bound Iseo, Iseo also pictured himself struggling while bound, receiving Yeon Taeju. Goosebumps ran even to the back of his head. Even without being tied, his whole body moved according to Yeon Taeju’s will as if restrained, but if he actually tied him and did it—it was dizzying.
Iseo shook his head even faster than before. His face that had turned deathly pale didn’t show thanks to the lamp’s yellow light.
“You don’t like it?”
“Huu, yeah. Just, do it to me. Taeju-ya.”
Iseo spoke slowly as if groping for words. Breathing was already difficult because of Yeon Taeju on top of his chest. But hearing such outrageous words made his breathing even more labored.
On top of that, he made the most pitiful face possible. The corners of Yeon Taeju’s eyes curved slightly. Iseo knew. When Yeon Taeju smiled like that, it meant he was pleased.
Somehow it seemed like he would listen to his words. Last time, he had been jealous in front of Yeon Muju. Whether that jealousy was based on affection or what, he didn’t know, but anyway, that’s how Iseo saw it.
“Put it in…”
