“Ha…. Wait a moment….”
Munyeong flinched and twisted his body at the hand squeezing his chest mid-kiss. But his mouth was covered again before he could say a word, the weight of Yeon Haejeong’s body pressing him down. All the while, Yeon Haejeong didn’t forget to grind his cock — still covered by a single layer of underwear — against Munyeong’s center.
“Ah, hng….”
With sensation flooding in from every direction, Munyeong’s reason began to slip away. Hands kneading and cupping his flat chest as though squeezing something that wasn’t there, fingers flicking at his nipples — and beneath the fabric of his underwear, a wet, throbbing cock grinding slow and heavy against him. Munyeong found himself wishing he could just lose consciousness.
“Look at this, look at this.”
“…….”
“Dripping because you like it.”
Those degrading words came again, but Munyeong had no presence of mind left to fight back.
“And yet, what was it you said?”
“…Hng.”
“That you’ve never had that?”
He revisited their earlier conversation in that trademark petty, needling voice. The situation was humiliating, and the pleasure washing over him on top of it made Munyeong feel wretched — he turned his face away. But Yeon Haejeong’s hand caught his jaw and turned it back.
“I need to see your face when we do this.”
“…Ngh. I — don’t want to….”
“Don’t want to, my ass. I don’t believe you. I clocked you the moment you had the nerve to lie to my face and say your name was Im Sunyeong.”
“……That was — I couldn’t h-help it….”
“Every time you open your mouth it’s a lie.”
“…….”
“Saying you don’t like me — that’s a lie too. Isn’t it.”
He pressed the point obsessively, refusing to let it go. Munyeong couldn’t understand why he was so fixated on that particular thing. Was it wounded pride? But for that alone — for something so small — what did his own feelings even matter.
“Fuck, look at this hard-on.”
Yeon Haejeong groped between his legs and palmed Munyeong’s cock through his underwear. Munyeong wanted to cry from the sheer embarrassment of it.
“After all that you’re——”
“That’s because you were r-rubbing against me…….”
“Exactly. You’re telling me you got hard just because I rubbed against you a little.”
“…….”
“Would it get hard like this for someone you hate? This cock?”
What a crude way to talk. He’d always had a foul mouth, but in bed he seemed to get even worse.
“…C-cut it out.”
Munyeong said quietly, unable to stand the teasing anymore — and Yeon Haejeong let out a deflated little laugh.
“So shy.”
He grinned from ear to ear and leaned back down, pressing a series of pecking little kisses against his lips. It was ridiculous behavior, but he didn’t seem to care at all in bed.
The way he kept pecking at his lips so possessively while pulling off his own underwear without pause — it really was relentless. Then, taking his own cock — swollen thick all the way down his lower belly — in hand, he hooked the crotch of Munyeong’s underwear aside with a sharp tug and began pushing his angry, straining length inside the gap. Instead of removing the underwear entirely, he shoved himself inside it — and the two of them pressed together, squeezed tighter by the constraint of the fabric.
“Haah…….”
He exhaled a heavy, scorching breath and rolled his hips in a slow grind. Under the single layer of underwear, the pressure of them grinding together pulled a wet moan from Munyeong too.
“Hng.”
The deeper and more intimate the act became, the more frightened Munyeong grew. Of himself — being swept away like this again. Of his own resolve — the one he had folded away with such difficulty and such certainty.
While his mind drifted for just a moment, Yeon Haejeong pulled the underwear deliberately aside with his fingers, exposing him fully. Munyeong instinctively tried to close his legs — and Yeon Haejeong blocked him. He gripped one of Munyeong’s thighs and lifted it, gaze fixed intently on the exposed, secret place laid bare through the stretched fabric.
“Wh-what are you doing.”
At that unrelenting stare, Munyeong panicked and covered himself with both hands — and Yeon Haejeong let out a low, easy sound and murmured,
“It’s clamped completely shut.”
His voice had a pleased quality to it. Almost gleeful. And at the same time, his breathing began to pick up. He settled himself between Munyeong’s legs and without hesitation pried apart the thighs that kept trying to close, pinning them wide open. Legs spread open like a frog’s — at the mortifying position, Munyeong arched his hips off the surface, staring at him with a horrified look.
Yeon Haejeong watched his reaction with visible enjoyment and began nudging his straining cock inside through the stretched-aside gap of the underwear. His head began to grind playfully against that tightly clenched, puckered place. The moment they made contact, a shiver shot up from the base of Munyeong’s spine and his whole body trembled as though electric. Munyeong immediately shook his head hard.
“Hae — Haejeong.”
And he called to him, pleading. He could see that solid, firm body falter.
“I — I don’t think we should….”
“…What.”
“……Th-the two of us doing this…….”
A vague, shapeless dread rose inside him, and Munyeong refused with a pale face — Yeon Haejeong, who had been drawing a chest full of air, let his expression go hard and ugly right there.
“Fuck, are you messing with me?”
“……No, it’s not like that……”
“Your cock is hard right now.”
“…….”
“You’re even leaking. What — you don’t think we should?”
Munyeong’s face looked close to tears as he chewed at his lower lip over and over. He knew they shouldn’t. His body was responding against him. And he couldn’t fully refuse him either. He felt frustrated with himself, pathetic. But he couldn’t give up, and he forced out the words in a stumbling voice.
“St-still, actually putting it in…….”
Munyeong glanced involuntarily at his cock — brutal in size — and squeezed his eyes shut, face tight with alarm. Yeon Haejeong, relieved it wasn’t another declaration of stopping altogether, replied in a voice that had settled down just slightly.
“It’s not going in yet anyway. If I put it straight in right now you’ll tear.”
“……That’s not what I mean….”
“Then I’ll open you up first.”
“……No, not that either — just… can’t we just do that…?”
To appease a man who showed absolutely no intention of backing down, Munyeong deliberated and deliberated before putting forward his compromise. It was the only option he had left. After Munyeong’s long, hesitant words, Yeon Haejeong’s eyes narrowed.
“Which is.”
He demanded something more explicit. The desire to hear a crude word from Munyeong’s own lips showed plainly in his eyes.
“I said, what.”
Munyeong bit down on the inside of his mouth — already raw from all the biting — until he nearly tasted blood, face a picture of mortified suffering as his lips moved.
“……Fr-frotting……”
“Frotting what.”
“What do you mean what — that…….”
“Say it clearly.”
“……Rubbing our… c-cocks together……”
He said it almost in a whimper — and Yeon Haejeong let out a smirking laugh and, as if to say the teasing was truly over now, yanked off the one remaining piece of his own underwear without ceremony.
“I’ll let it go this time.”
“…….”
“Fucking hell, getting this far and not letting me put it in — that’s torture, you know. Actual torture.”
Munyeong nodded at him conceding ground, some of the color returning to his face.
“But I’m going to rub like hell.”
He smiled, something dark and pleased in it, and palmed his own balls with a vulgar flourish as he added,
“Until I’ve emptied every last drop of what’s been piling up in here.”
Munyeong genuinely wanted to cover his ears.
“Haven’t come once since I got back to Korea.”
