MIM 70

Jae-seung blinked dazedly, as if he had suddenly been slapped in the face. Was it too sudden? Shin-woo thought he would understand right away because he had been ordered to do something, but it seemed like a miscalculation. Shin-woo chose his words again to make it easier to understand.

“I get hard for men too. I don’t discriminate.”

“Why did you suddenly bring that up, did I… did I ask?”

“You were curious.”

Jae-seung just gaped, unable to refute. Shin-woo was just trying to be submissive because Jae-seung was trying to suppress him, but he was confused because Jae-seung looked bewildered rather than arrogant.

Was he surprised because he thought he was promiscuous? But it’s natural for a guy who gets paid to sell his body to be promiscuous. Shin-woo thought Jae-seung already thought he was a disgrace when he threw more money at him with the promise of exclusivity. Jae-seung, who had been staring into space while Shin-woo looked around to gauge his reaction, suddenly raised his chin. His eyes, which were shining brightly as if he had remembered something, were questioning Shin-woo.

“You said it wasn’t a hole for fucking, that it was weird, that you weren’t supposed to touch it.”

Shin-woo tilted his head and bit his lip. He couldn’t remember what he’d said during sex. Whatever he’d said, he’d just blurted out.

“It was my first time taking it from behind.”

It wasn’t a lie.

Shin-woo tugged on his sleeve, smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt, and checked the time. It was time to stop the idle chatter and get ready. As he picked up his shopping bag, he frowned as he noticed the pile of food on the table. He had been busy since morning and had only had a glass of milk, but it seemed that Jae-seung hadn’t eaten anything either.

“Have you eaten yet?”

As soon as he turned around, a huge shadow loomed in front of him. Jae-seung, who had approached without a sound, wrapped his arms around Shin-woo’s waist without a word of warning.

“Wait-”

His strong arms lifted Shin-woo up and carried him to the sofa. The shoes that had been flailing in the air soon flipped over towards the ceiling.

Shin-woo wondered if he should let himself be dragged along, but Jae-seung just picked him up and carried him. As soon as he was thrown down, Shin-woo tried to get up, but Jae-seung quickly took his place between his legs, preventing Shin-woo from moving. He threw off the cumbersome gown in a fit of pique and immediately stripped Shin-woo’s pants off while naked.

This time, he didn’t just unzip them, but pulled down his underwear in one fell swoop. Only after his socks and shoes were off and rolling across the floor did he speak.

“Let’s do it after I get back, okay?”

“Ha…”

Jae-seung scoffed in disbelief and pulled the waist tie from his gown.

“Wasn’t that what you were saying just now? That you like men?”

There was no way to beat his stubbornness. Shin-woo, who made a quick decision, obediently put his hands together. He had only offered his hands because he was going to tie them up, but Jae-seung looked angry, as if he didn’t like something else.

His bound hands were pressed above his head, and his shirtless body was draped over him. Shin-woo spread his knees, feeling Jae-seung’s hand immediately plunging between his buttocks.

There was not enough lubricant, and the fingers that were forcibly spreading the wrinkles were painful. As the rough foreign object scraped the skin raw, it felt like it was on fire. Shin-woo closed his eyes and endured the pain as usual. It was the same during his first sex, but it was easier to endure the pain. It was more exhausting to spend time on foreplay and afterplay, such as licking his asshole or obsessively touching his chest.

“Ah, shit.”

Jae-seung clicked his tongue and turned to the table. He seemed to be looking for something, and soon he stretched out his long arm and came back with something. Shin-woo’s mouth dropped open as he recognized the small bottle, barely half the size of Jae-seung’s palm. It was the expensive olive oil he’d brought to accompany the meal.

“That must be expensive.”

“You’re more expensive.”

It was true. Jae-seung shut Shin-woo up with a single word and popped the cap off the oil. The oil poured over his cock, trickled down his perineum, and soaked his folds. A slippery hand lazily stroked his cock, the fragrant olive scent tickling the tip of his nose. The eyes that met his were lukewarm and glistening, like the olive oil that coated his body.

Jae-seung’s warm fingers slowly rubbed the shriveled wrinkles as if he would plunge into the hole at any moment. Jae-seung rubbed until the burning pain subsided and the warmth forced the gap open, and then he slipped a single finger in, widening it from the edges. Shin-woo chewed on his lower lip, unable to stand the tingling sensation.

Two fingers pushed in, one after the other, then all the way in.

After that, it was much easier. There was a squelching sound from the hole that tightly held the two oil-covered fingers. Jae-seung leisurely moved his fingers, tore off the buttons that Shin-woo had fastened all the way up, and dropped his head into the gap that had opened. He rubbed his cheek against the soft bump as he moved his lips as if mumbling while burying his lips in the shallow chest valley. His hindquarters gaped open as his chest heaved. Shin-woo breathed raggedly, rubbing his toes against the leather of the couch. He wished it was rougher, but it was too gentle and made him feel strange.

“Shit… How would I know I’d be indirectly kissing some guy when I’m sucking here?”

A loud voice interrupted Shin-woo’s train of thought. Who would think such a thing while sucking on chest? Jae-seung, who was grumbling with his whole body flushed red with excitement, suddenly raised his body. He thought he was going to stop, but Jae-seung didn’t go far and hugged Shin-woo’s body and lifted him up. Then he fell backwards, putting Shin-woo on top of him.

Shin-woo, who had somehow ended up on top, placed his bound hands on Jae-seung’s chest. Was he going to do it in the top position? It was unexpected. He thought that for whatever reason, Jae-seung would hate someone riding on top of him.

“Come on, show me how much you like it.”

There was a mischievous glint in Jae-seung’s clear eyes as he looked up. His mind was in turmoil. It felt like he was urging Shin-woo to show him how much he liked him, not just a man.

Shin-woo stood up on his knees and Jae-seung positioned his erect cock under Shin-woo’s ass. As Shin-woo slowly lowered himself, he felt the head of his cock pressing against the hole. Shin-woo took a deep breath and slowly lowered his weight down onto Jae-seung’s cock.

“Ugh.”

The feeling of the foreign object filling his stomach from halfway in was overwhelming, but Shin-woo didn’t stop. Show me how much you like it. Even though he knew that wasn’t what Jae-seung meant, the words kept ringing in his ears. His stomach throbbed and his thighs trembled around the huge cock, but he pushed it all the way in. The sound of flesh hitting flesh made Shin-woo groan.

“Hmph, ah!”

It was deep. Unable to move immediately, Shin-woo took a moment to catch his breath, and then a slamming sound rang out from underneath him as Jae-seung thrust upward with all his might. Shin-woo, his rear throbbing as if he’d been struck, finally lost his balance and fell forward. Jae-seung, as if waiting for this, opened his arms wide and caught him.

Long arms wrapped around his body, holding him tightly. The embrace was so tight that his arms crushed his stomach and made it difficult to breathe. The thick cock slammed in and out of his pinned down body. The sensation of being held so tightly that his senses were filled with nothing but Jae-seung’s body heat and body odor made him dizzy. Even as his rear was relentlessly violated, his body feeling like it was melting

Had he ever been held like this, chest to chest, every part of their bodies intertwined? No. Never.

It was a first.

“Haa, ah, ugh, eugh…”

Jae-seung brushed the hair off Shin-woo’s forehead as he made a pained sound. His flushed face was a mess of sweat and saliva.

“You must really like it.”

The quietly murmured voice faded into the distance. His cock thrust in roughly, repeatedly pressing against and releasing his prostate. Shin-woo rubbed his sticky, wet cock against Jae-seung’s hard abdomen. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and ragged breaths echoed deafeningly in his ears..

“Hngh…!”

Jae-seung tightened his arms and shuddered. Shin-woo felt the cock buried in his hole twitch and release its load of semen. Shin-woo leaned against Jae-seung’s chest, panting. As the spent cock was pulled out, he squeezed his rear, causing semen to spill from his gaping hole.

Jae-seung didn’t move until almost all the pooled fluid had drained out. He only loosened his grip on Shin-Woo’s arms when he saw him begin to move.

Barely able to stand on his own two feet, Shin-woo bit down on the robe’s straps to undo the knot. Then, picking up his discarded pants, he put them on and turned to look at Jae-seung. Jae-seung, having haphazardly covered himself with the rumpled gown, was staring at the food on the table. He thought he wouldn’t even glance at the cold food, but was he hungry? After hesitating, Jae-seung picked up an orange, split it in half, and offered it to Shin-woo.

He should have just quietly accepted it, but he wasn’t that kind of person. Shin-woo raised an eyebrow and asked,

“Are you going to eat food waste?”

“This wasn’t anyone else’s food. Mr. Hwang put it out for me to eat. And don’t even think about scavenging anything else.”

Jae-seung warned, noticing him glancing sideways at the bloated pasta. Then, he watched Shin-woo carefully as he ate half the orange in one go.

“You went all the way out to the city and didn’t eat?”

“No. I didn’t have time.”

“What’s so urgent that you’re starving yourself?”

Shin-woo smiled in silence at the question. Just as he finished sliding the last of the sour orange down his throat, Jae-seung opened the door to his study. He thought he would just leave, but he gestured through the open door for him to go first. Was it because he thought he might scavenge the bloated pasta?

Shin-woo smiled sheepishly and left the study with uncomfortable steps. recalling the warm embrace that had enveloped him.