“Ha……”
Taejeong exhaled and gripped his hair. For a moment, Seonwoo tensed slightly.
Because he knew what Taejeong liked most was shoving it deep into the throat. With Taejeong’s grip strength, especially in this position, just a little force would make it penetrate deep enough to bulge out the throat.
But Taejeong only gripped his hair and didn’t put more strength beyond that. Even when Seonwoo deliberately held only the glans in his mouth and released it while stimulating the tip with his tongue, it was the same. Though he could feel his hand trembling, he waited until Seonwoo allowed it or took it in himself.
Seonwoo lowered his head enough to slightly touch his throat. Even without Taejeong thrusting his hips up, he repeatedly lifted and lowered his head on his own, thrusting. The part he couldn’t hold in his mouth, he gripped with both hands. His right hand couldn’t put much strength into it, but it was fine since he could hear breathless sounds from above his head.
Before long, Taejeong ejaculated. Seonwoo didn’t want to dirty the blanket, so he swallowed all of Taejeong’s semen. After definitely swallowing it down his throat and releasing the penis, there was no need to wipe with tissue either.
He roughly wiped what was on his lips with the back of his hand and raised his body. For a moment, the blanket was thrown off due to the recoil. Light that had been blocked by the thick blanket poured in. The two, both with flushed faces from rising heat, looked at each other.
“……”
“……”
Seonwoo immediately understood that gaze.
“Want to do more?”
Taejeong didn’t answer satisfactorily or even nod his head. Still, when asked, he would reach out his hand pretending he couldn’t win. In the beginning, once they each ejaculated once, that was the end. But as they overlapped bodies, days where it naturally led to a second time gradually increased.
Today was just one of those days.
Taejeong, who seated Seonwoo between his legs, embraced him from behind. Soft buttocks touched thick thighs. Seonwoo was spreading his legs wide with his underwear off. It was a position where his private parts were fully visible. In that state, he was grabbing and shaking his own penis. Taejeong only caressed his lower abdomen while embracing his waist.
Yet because it was the second time, climax was delayed. On top of that, Taejeong’s penis had been poking his lower back continuously. Even though he wasn’t jerking his hips, the place it poked kept changing. Seonwoo, who exhaled with difficulty, moved Taejeong’s hand from his stomach to his penis. Then he twisted his body and gripped Taejeong’s. When they stimulated each other’s in that state, the response came quickly.
“Ahng, ah……”
The calf entangled with Taejeong’s legs trembled. Moans flowed out between slightly parted lips. The moment of ejaculation, he unknowingly put strength into his hand and pressed Taejeong’s penis.
“Urk……”
Taejeong, who let out a similarly breathless sound, trembled his waist. But perhaps he hadn’t reached climax yet, as his penis remained as it was. Taejeong embraced Seonwoo, who had lost all strength, and thrust his hips. After thrusting his hips several times, he ejaculated on Seonwoo’s back.
They had each ejaculated twice. Since what needed to be done was finished, he should go back to his room and sleep now. But his body was too languid, so Seonwoo couldn’t move a finger and was slumped while leaning his back against Taejeong.
Instead of pushing such Seonwoo away, Taejeong leaned his face against his shoulder. Even in his hazy state, Seonwoo, who realized what that meant, frowned. A third time?
“……”
Since Seonwoo didn’t ask him like before, Taejeong silently fidgeted with his belly. He was doing that knowing his hesitant heart.
The problem was that his mind was slightly loose right after ejaculating. As the hand tickling his belly didn’t stop, Seonwoo permitted the third time with a ‘fine, do whatever you want’ mentality.
Taejeong pressed his weight down as if he’d been waiting. Unable to bear the weight, Seonwoo was gradually pushed back and laid down on the bed. Taejeong, who had positioned himself right behind, overlapped their bodies.
The breathing he’d been hearing by his ear was a bit strange from earlier. Whether his breathing was labored, he was panting. He didn’t care what Taejeong did, but he had to check whether Taejeong’s condition was strange.
“Hey…”
The moment he turned his head, his eyes met Taejeong’s. His eyes weren’t in their right mind. From there, his memory became hazy.
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“…”
As soon as Seonwoo opened his eyes, he quietly drew in a breath.
Today as well, he had slept soundly without fail and woke up, but his entire body was starting to stiffen. It was because of the arm hugging his belly.
Moreover, what he saw before his eyes wasn’t the room he should originally be seeing. It was Taejeong’s dim room even though the sun had risen. Only minimal light was entering through the gaps in the blackout curtains.
There was no need to think about why he’d woken up here. Although Seonwoo clearly recalled the pleasurable act that made his toes curl on their own, he had no memory of walking into the room on his own feet.
He had ejaculated three times at dawn and fallen asleep without even a chance to move rooms. The last time was almost at a squeezed-out level.
After reviewing last night for a moment, instead of being flustered, Seonwoo turned the arrow toward Taejeong. If I fell asleep, you should’ve moved me to my room. Why’d you let me sleep here?
Having finished assessing the situation, Seonwoo pushed away the heavy arm. It was drooping and heavy, so he struggled a bit. He turned his head, thinking he’d hit him once before leaving.
“…”
Taejeong was sleeping right behind his back. With both eyes tightly closed, he wasn’t even making breathing sounds. Even when his arm was removed, there was no movement.
Whether he was trying to hold him or his sleeping posture was originally like that, his back and shoulders were hunched and curved. Even after staring for a while, he didn’t toss and turn.
Anyone wouldn’t frown while sleeping, but watching Taejeong like that reminded him of the dream he’d had in the hospital room. Like what he’d seen then, his face was unfamiliar.
He poked at the clean space between his brows for no reason, which wasn’t furrowed. Still, Taejeong slept well. There was so little movement that Seonwoo even brought his hand right in front of his nose.
After confirming he was breathing without problems, he observed his sleeping face. Compared to his build, his facial lines were delicate, so with his eyes closed so docilely like this, he was really pretty.
There wasn’t anywhere in his features that resembled the Vice Director. At first he was just the Vice Director’s son, but now there were many times when the Vice Director didn’t come to mind even while looking at Taejeong.
That’s why he could do that thing every night, and could leisurely observe his sleeping form like now. He didn’t move at all so there was nothing to see, yet his eyes kept going there.
After staring for a while, he suddenly had this thought. Could he still say this was an extension of masturbation even now?
“…”
The moment his thoughts reached that point, Seonwoo sharply turned his head. He didn’t want to think complicated thoughts from the morning. He instantly escaped from the bed that had been holding him captive until just moments ago.
Seonwoo waddled to the bathroom in the corridor. Whether Taejeong had done minimal cleanup, his body didn’t feel sticky. After briefly washing up and coming out, his throat was dry. Before returning to his room, he went down to the first floor. He was planning to drink water first.
He was heading to the kitchen when he saw a clock placed nearby. At that moment, Seonwoo doubted his eyes.
It was 11 AM. Even checking again, it was 11 o’clock. The hour hand was pointing at ’11’. It was well past the time to go to the hospital.
He hadn’t even noticed time passing while observing Taejeong’s sleeping face. Seonwoo forgot about drinking water and went back up to the second floor. He went straight to his room and took off his clothes first. He roughly changed into whatever clothes he grabbed. Just as he was about to leave the room, he stopped abruptly.
“Phone.”
He fumbled in his pockets. Of course it wasn’t in the newly changed clothes. Same with the clothes he’d just taken off. Seonwoo ended up on his knees fumbling around on the floor.
His phone wasn’t anywhere. Wondering if it had fallen between gaps, he searched the bed but it wasn’t there. Even when he moved the entire mattress, it was the same.
It was unpleasant but it wasn’t immediately urgent. It was the moment he decided to go to the hospital first and look for it again in the evening.
