* * *
Thud! As soon as the front door closed, Daehoon pulled Ilkyung close and kissed him. Ilkyung’s eyes widened, then soon squeezed shut. Then he gripped Daehoon’s shirt tightly.
Daehoon held the back of Ilkyung’s head with his large hand and gently caressed it. The fluffy hair tangling between his fingers reminded him of Woo Ilkyung—he thought it was cute. Woo Ilkyung could have pushed him away, saying this wasn’t what he came here for, but he was being so obedient, pressing his body close, squeezing his eyes shut like an idiot, and responding to the kiss.
Since his mouth was already slightly open with his tongue peeking out, Daehoon quickly caught it and rubbed it gently. As he rubbed slowly and softly enough to feel the bumps on the tongue, Ilkyung gasped and pressed his body closer.
“Hngh.”
A moan flowed out between his small lips. That was because Daehoon had pressed firmly between Ilkyung’s legs with his knee. When he tried to pull his waist back, Daehoon lowered the hand wrapped around his waist and gripped his firm buttocks tightly. He gripped them to prevent movement and pulled, so Woo Ilkyung ended up helplessly rubbing his front against Daehoon’s thigh.
Having sex once is difficult, but the second time is easier. Woo Ilkyung might have wanted to eat comfortably, not wanting this, but seeing how he showed no resistance even after things had progressed this far, it seemed Woo Ilkyung wasn’t completely uninterested either.
Daehoon kneaded Ilkyung’s buttocks a bit more. The small, firm buttocks were so pretty he couldn’t forget them even if he tried. Daehoon didn’t know how many times he’d wanted to fuck Woo Ilkyung, even knowing he wasn’t gay. With all sorts of sweet talk and coaxing, Ilkyung would probably fall for it completely. Just like a tiny puppy that rolls over when you wave a treat in front of it.
“Mmm, mm.”
He wanted to spank Woo Ilkyung’s whining, puppy-like ass. The sensation of the tight hole loosening slightly with each slap of his palm, then tightening again, was so amazing that once you tasted it, you couldn’t forget it.
After rubbing the captured tongue a few more times and sweeping every corner of his mouth, Ilkyung’s grip gradually loosened and Daehoon could feel him about to collapse. The front that he’d rubbed a few times with his leg had already hardened and was poking at Daehoon’s leg.
“Haah, ah.”
When he released his lips, Ilkyung gasped for breath.
“Should we shower together?”
At the sudden accident scene, blocking the fireball had left them both dirty. Ilkyung nodded. They’d already slept together once, so there was no point being modest now. And right now, Ilkyung’s mind was half-gone to refuse anything. Ilkyung wanted to sleep as if passing out.
Daehoon stroked Ilkyung’s lips with his thumb. Saliva he hadn’t swallowed was smeared around his lips. Daehoon kissed Ilkyung’s lips once more with a smacking sound. Then he touched his cheek a couple times with his large hand. Without realizing it, Ilkyung rubbed his cheek against that palm.
“Take off your clothes.”
Daehoon said, tapping the button on Ilkyung’s short-sleeved shirt. When Ilkyung stared down at his own buttons, Daehoon chuckled and moved his fingers to start unbuttoning them. Each time he undid them from top to bottom, Ilkyung fidgeted with his fingers, restless like someone who didn’t know what to do.
“Don’t do that and unbutton my shirt instead.”
Ilkyung slowly nodded and reached out his hand. But he couldn’t quite reach and fumbled in the air.
“You did this last time too, and you’re doing it again today.”
Daehoon caught Ilkyung’s wandering fingers and bit the fingertips. Ilkyung tried to pull away, but Daehoon didn’t let go. Then he licked the fingers he’d been biting lengthwise.
“Ngh!”
“Why? Does it feel like your dick’s going to burst?”
He’d been hard for a while now. It was stuffy inside his pants. He wanted Daehoon to quickly take it out and grip it with his large hand and shake it. Daehoon tapped Ilkyung’s front.
“Haah, hurry.”
“I thought this last time too, but Ilkyung-ssi is quite horny. You know it too, right?”
Ilkyung felt strange every time Director Ha spoke informally like this, getting right to it. At the Center, he was annoyingly polite to the point of being cold, but when he casually dropped formalities and spouted dirty talk like this, he seemed like a completely different person—it felt weird.
“So do something about it.”
“What should I do, hm?”
“I think I’m going to come.”
“Already? I haven’t done anything? This won’t do.”
Daehoon pulled off Ilkyung’s shirt and lifted him up like a piece of luggage, throwing him over his shoulder.
“Wh-what! Wait a minute!”
“Let’s do it while washing.”
“Put me down. I can walk by myself!”
“You were trembling earlier. Let’s go first.”
* * *
“Ahngh! Mmm. Ahng!”
Ilkyung couldn’t believe these moans were coming from his own mouth. Daehoon ripped off Ilkyung’s pants and underwear as if tearing them apart and threw them outside, then stood under the shower with Ilkyung. Then he washed him carefully as if bathing a young child. The problem was that his hands kept wandering here and there, sweeping over sensitive areas.
“You need to spread your legs more.”
“But.”
“I put it in last time.”
Ilkyung thought he was crazy. Standing under the lukewarm water, he was finally coming to his senses. When Ha Daehoon suggested going to his house to eat, he should have just eaten and gone home—even thinking about it now, why he said let’s come here seemed just insane.
Even after coming here. When Director Ha kissed him the moment he entered, barely taking off his shoes, he should have pushed him away. He got swept up in the atmosphere, matched his kiss, and ended up like this.
No, that was just an excuse. In fact, Ilkyung didn’t know about Director Ha, but after sleeping with him once, he had been troubled more than once or twice by memories of that day’s sex suddenly coming to mind. It was even more so because his body had been unwell the whole time after returning from the breakup trip with him. He didn’t know the exact reason whether his poor condition was because he was about to manifest as an Esper, or if it was because of the intense sex with him, but throughout the state where his back felt like it would split in two, he kept thinking of Director Ha.
“Hurry and spread wider.”
At the voice whispering while kneading Ilkyung’s buttocks from behind, Ilkyung spread his legs wide like a person enchanted by magic. Daehoon pressed down firmly on Ilkyung’s waist.
“H-here? You’re going to do it here?”
Ilkyung, completely frightened, turned his head back to ask. Daehoon kissed his eye corner once and whispered in his ear.
“Can we do it here?”
“No.”
“I’m just going to loosen your hole. Let’s widen it enough here and then go out, okay?”
He kissed his eye corner once more. When he acts this sweetly, it makes him want to give in to everything. Ilkyung nodded his head obediently.
Taking Director Ha’s cock was difficult as if his body would split in two, but honestly, he liked having his fingers pressing and poking here and there. His fingers were so long that it was also difficult, though.
The sight of him covered in white foam, bending his slender waist and sticking out his buttocks, looked like something to devour right away. Daehoon kissed Ilkyung’s white nape repeatedly and patted his plump buttocks. He wanted to spank it hard enough to make a smacking sound, but if he did that, the bad-tempered Maltese would surely yap again.
Daehoon, who had been rubbing his finger along the foam, swept his finger over the small hole between the spread buttocks.
“Haah.”
He wanted to quickly make the cute Woo Ilkyung, who made such a nasal sound, cry. Should he have made him cry earlier? When he manifested, he seemed like he would cry, so he hugged him, but that appearance was so pitiful he wanted to lick his eye corners clean with his tongue.
“Relax, you know? You know how to do it, right?”
“Mmm.”
Ilkyung nodded his head. Caressing the slippery body due to the foam, Daehoon slipped one finger in.
“Hngh!”
Instinctively, the hole bit down tightly. Daehoon smacked the small buttocks a bit harder than before with his other hand.
“You need to relax.”
“It’s not working like I want.”
“You can do it. Or should I suck you with my mouth?”
Ilkyung quickly shook his head. He didn’t like that because it felt too much. It was also too embarrassing and shameful. Ilkyung couldn’t lift his head while being forced to receive rimming. He sometimes thought it would be good if the bed would just disappear. Because he never imagined he could feel with such a place. He felt like he had become an unparalleled pervert in the world, so he couldn’t bring himself to ask for it even now. Just thinking about rimming, his penis already twitched.
