CI 3.17

Hastily finishing the kiss, Son Yeo-il sat upright and removed Won Hee-yeon’s hands that were kneading his buttocks. When Won Hee-yeon looked up questioningly, Son Yeo-il firmly said, “Won Hee-yeon, just stay still.”

Won Hee-yeon opened his eyes wide with an even more puzzled expression on his face. He probably thought, Does he mean we shouldn’t do it today? However, Son Yeo-il declared seriously and bravely, “I’ll take care of everything today, so Won Hee-yeon, just stay still.”

It was a statement full of boldness and audacity. Although it might have seemed laughable, Won Hee-yeon immediately removed his hands at those words. He seemed intent on watching the brave puppy run wild, considering it as a sort of industry reward.

…What should I do first?

He had spoken up, but nothing was prepared. After carefully retracing the order of things, Son Yeo-il got off the bed, realizing he had missed many steps. When Won Hee-yeon tried to get up quickly as well, Son Yeo-il sharply pointed and called out, “I told you to stay lying down!”

As soon as those words fell, Won Hee-yeon lay back down neatly on the bed. He folded his hands together over his chest, pretending to be obedient, but was actually grinning from ear to ear.

Meanwhile, the clever Son Yeo-il was gathering what needed to be gathered and discarding what needed to be discarded. He first rummaged through Won Hee-yeon’s bag to retrieve condoms and a jar of gel, then began undressing himself.

After removing his pants, he hesitated briefly, then courageously removed his underwear too, thinking, I’ll end up taking them off anyway, so what? Just as he was about to reach for his shirt buttons, Won Hee-yeon waved his hands in the air and called out urgently, “Oh no, no. Keep the shirt on!”

I told him to stay still! Son Yeo-il considered giving a warning but decided to let it slide this time, considering Won Hee-yeon’s attachment to the printed shirt.

Son Yeo-il turned around wearing only the shirt on his naked body as Won Hee-yeon had instructed. Approaching the bed tentatively with his body hunched over, worried about looking ridiculous, he found that Won Hee-yeon, who had agreed to stay quiet, had become quite imposing. Though his body was still somewhat attached to the bed, his member in the middle of his legs was boasting its presence, swollen so large that even thick jeans couldn’t conceal it.

It was tempting yet somewhat vexing. To take control as planned, Son Yeo-il needed to be a bit bolder.

“Why, why do you keep acting up?”

Climbing onto the bed, Son Yeo-il was about to give Won Hee-yeon’s twitching shaft a light smack as if to provoke him, but sensing it might lead to unmanageable consequences, he just shot him a glance instead (of course, Won Hee-yeon’s manhood squirmed inside his pants as if even just the eye contact was too good).

Now I should prepare…right?

He knew the theory but wasn’t sure what position to use. Son Yeo-il meandered on the bed on his knees, then raised one knee to position Won Hee-yeon’s leg between his own legs.

It didn’t seem this provocative in his mind, but due to Won Hee-yeon’s thick legs, his own legs ended up spreading wider than expected.

Did I spread my legs too much? No. It’ll be easier to prepare this way.

Pretending to be calm on the surface, Son Yeo-il squeezed some gel onto his palm. With one hand braced on Won Hee-yeon’s body, he leaned his upper body slightly forward, then brought his gel-coated fingers to the back of his buttocks.

Attempting something he had never done before made him swallow dryly with tension. Though it had been quite a while since he realized he was gay and he had naturally tried pleasuring himself from behind, it had been only uncomfortable rather than pleasurable, so he had tried once or twice and then forgotten about it.

If I do it like Won Hee-yeon did for me…

Son Yeo-il applied plenty of gel to the tightly closed entrance. Trying one finger experimentally, he found it more bearable than expected, so he courageously added another.

“Whew.”

He had applied so much gel that the sensation was very slippery. Son Yeo-il tried to employ all the techniques he vaguely knew, wiggling his fingers around and crossing them to stretch.

It seemed to be loosening up more than at first, but the atmosphere was quite different from when Won Hee-yeon had done it for him. Sweat was beading on his back from the effort, but rather than the atmosphere heating up, it felt more like labor or exercise.

How long should I keep doing this? Am I just killing the mood?

Son Yeo-il glanced up slightly to check on Won Hee-yeon. Contrary to his worry that Won Hee-yeon might be yawning, he was intensely focused on Son Yeo-il. His gaze was so persistent and sticky that it gave Son Yeo-il goosebumps.

There was no need to worry about killing the mood. Since Won Hee-yeon would be completely aroused just by Son Yeo-il sitting still, the scene of Son Yeo-il half-naked on top of him, preparing himself, was more than enough to drive Won Hee-yeon crazy, whether done well or poorly.

How fickle the human heart is—just moments ago, Son Yeo-il had worried Won Hee-yeon might be indifferent, but now he was afraid of how ardent Won Hee-yeon had become. The hot gaze was one thing, but his constantly squirming lower body was truly threatening.

“Why are you staring like that?”

When the intimidated Son Yeo-il asked primly, Won Hee-yeon, with reddened eyes, still managed to drawl teasingly, “Hmm, just checking if things are going well. Wondering if at least the head might be able to enter before checkout time…”

After letting it all get so far, his heart began to pound painfully. Reaffirming to himself that “this person is mine,” a sense of pride washed over him though he hadn’t done anything particularly remarkable.

It was an annoying comment, but honestly accurate. Right now, Son Yeo-il was already moaning with just two slender fingers inside, and he couldn’t figure out how to push in that thick cock. Won Hee-yeon noticed Son Yeo-il’s hesitation and grinned.

“Should I help you a bit? At this rate, you’ll end up cutting off your wife’s dick.”

“What? No, no, today I’ll…”

“Oh, no need to decline.”

Before Son Yeo-il could protest, Won Hee-yeon abruptly extended his hand. His finger slipped between Son Yeo-il’s legs, lightly grazing his perineum before quickly approaching the entrance.

Son Yeo-il wondered what Won Hee-yeon was planning to do when his own fingers were already inserted up his hole, but Won Hee-yeon suddenly pointed his fingertip and forcefully squeezed it into the narrow gap as well. Thanks to the generous amount of gel applied, there wasn’t much friction, but when the thick finger suddenly entered from the opposite direction, the opening stretched tightly.

“Ah, ugh, what is this even…”

“Oh my, look at this. It looks like this mouth was so bored it’s eagerly accepting everything right about now.”

Won Hee-yeon rubbed Son Yeo-il’s fingers with the back of his own finger. The strange sensation of fingers intertwining inside his body made Son Yeo-il tremble involuntarily. Feeling overwhelmed, Son Yeo-il twisted his wrist to withdraw his hand, but Won Hee-yeon pretended to stop him.

“Hey, where are you going? I’m just helping, and today is the day our baby does everything.”

Ah, right. At those words, Son Yeo-il quickly put on a resolute expression again, trying to restore the disrupted discipline.

“T-That’s right! Take your hand out, now.”

“No, this is for educational purposes.”

“Educational, uh, what?”

“Our husband doesn’t even know where his prostate is, so as your wife, I should properly scratch that itch for you. Right?”

Won Hee-yeon casually spouted vulgar words while curling his fingertip to firmly press against a specific spot deep inside. At that moment, pleasure surged from within as if a button had been pressed.

“Ah, w-wait a moment. Ungh…”

“Why? Hmm? Not here?”

Though clearly aware that Son Yeo-il was responding, Won Hee-yeon pretended ignorance and rubbed the same spot a few more times. As he flicked his finger upward, he naturally massaged the scrotum with his palm, making Son Yeo-il gasp involuntarily each time.

Won Hee-yeon wasn’t even deliberately attacking to torment him; he had merely raised his upper body slightly and extended one hand, yet Son Yeo-il couldn’t even move. This wasn’t right—today he had planned to take care of everything himself—but the situation was already spinning out of control.

“Ah, really. Haah, ungh…”

In his heart, he wanted to say “You’re really annoying,” but fearing that if he opened his mouth wider, he might unintentionally shout “It feels really good!” Son Yeo-il swallowed the rest of his words.

With one finger awkwardly inserted into his lower hole, all he could do was tremble from his thighs to his lower abdomen. His legs had already lost strength, but he was barely holding up, thinking that if he suddenly sat down, Won Hee-yeon’s finger would rummage through him more roughly.

While he could forcibly support his weakened legs, his manhood, which shamelessly raised its head with each internal stimulation, had long been beyond control.

He felt frustrated at not only losing initiative but being completely toyed with, yet the more frustrated he became, the harder his lower region grew, and before long, clear fluid began to drip from the head of his cock.

“Ah, e-enough.”

“Hmm? You want to stop now?”

To be precise, Son Yeo-il wasn’t saying he wanted to stop, but rather telling Won Hee-yeon to stop, but due to the urgency of the situation, Son Yeo-il simply shouted his request.

“Stop. I’m, I’m going to, hah, c-cum.”

Though he could have quietly released if he wanted to ejaculate, Son Yeo-il, embarrassed about making a fuss and coming first, acted childishly. He even withdrew the finger that had been idly inserted below and tapped Won Hee-yeon’s thigh repeatedly.

Normally, Won Hee-yeon would have kindly listened to Son Yeo-il’s whining and responded with something like “Go ahead and release comfortably!” with affection. But today, for some dark scheme, Won Hee-yeon raised his upper body without answering and brought his ear close to Son Yeo-il’s lips.

“What did you say?”

Despite clearly having heard everything, he deliberately asked again, and Son Yeo-il, suppressing the urge to bite his earlobe hard, panted and replied.

“Hahh, I said, ugh, I’m about to cum.”

“Whaat? You want to cum on my face?”

Son Yeo-il wanted to ask, ‘What? What are you suddenly talking about?’ but as Won Hee-yeon uttered this non-sequitur, he lightly stroked Son Yeo-il’s shaft with his hand. When Son Yeo-il showed signs of ejaculating with a trembling body, Won Hee-yeon even brought his face close between Son Yeo-il’s legs.

“Ugh, haaahhh…”

With the surging feeling of ejaculation, Son Yeo-il’s vision blurred. Normally, he would have tightly closed his eyes, but Son Yeo-il deliberately maintained focus as he looked down at his lower region.

There, Won Hee-yeon was receiving a shower of semen with a sultry smile across his face. Freshly ejaculated drops of semen splashed all over his lips and bridge of his nose. Son Yeo-il had thought that ejaculating into Won Hee-yeon’s mouth the first time they did it was the most embarrassing moment, but now he realized this was far worse.

The embarrassing scene was so vivid it felt dreamlike. He hoped this moment would end quickly, but Son Yeo-il’s vigorous lower region kept spurting seed for quite some time.

Even after his face was completely stained with the milky substance, Won Hee-yeon swiped up the last drop of semen dripping from the head of Son Yeo-il’s cock with his finger, as if reluctant to waste it. And then he said, “Oh my, our husband has such interesting preferences.”

Son Yeo-il was dumbfounded. What kind of pervert is this? Moreover, Won Hee-yeon wasn’t just a pervert but also good at lying shamelessly. To forcibly put his face in front of a cock about to ejaculate and then mention someone else’s preference was outrageous. He felt like unleashing harsh criticism on the other man righ then and there.

But the next moment, when he saw a cloudy, sticky drop of semen wriggling down from Won Hee-yeon’s sculptured cheekbone toward the corner of his mouth, Son Yeo-il unconsciously became entranced by the scene.

The fact that his ejaculated semen had soiled the face of this sharp yet neat handsome man was certainly shameful and embarrassing, but on the other hand, to a small extent he was feeling something else.

I think I understand…why some people like this.

Son Yeo-il swallowed hard, feeling a sense of conquest he didn’t know existed within him. Although it was clearly Son Yeo-il who had forcibly endured something between the two, since Won Hee-yeon’s face was in such a state, it looked as if Won Hee-yeon had been the one subjected to something.

Thinking it wasn’t bad, but then quickly clearing his throat to erase the thought, fearing that he might actually become someone with “interesting preferences” as Won Hee-yeon had pointed out so matter-of-factly.

“Ahem, ahem. Anyway, let me clean you up.”

After letting out everything, his heart began pounding painfully. Reaffirming to himself that “this person is mine,” he felt a sense of pride washing over him though he hadn’t done anything particularly remarkable.

Thinking he couldn’t leave the other man like that, Son Yeo-il tried to turn his head to find tissues. But no sooner had he spoken than Won Hee-yeon lifted the hem of his t-shirt and pressed it into Son Yeo-il’s hand, as if telling him to use it to wipe his face.

For a moment, Son Yeo-il wondered why they should ruin a perfectly good shirt when there were tissues available, but looking closely, the sight of well-defined abs and chest muscles revealed beneath the lifted shirt hem was appealing. Son Yeo-il accepted Won Hee-yeon’s suggestion and began wiping the semen from his face with Won Hee-yeon’s T-shirt.

“I liked this shirt.”

“Yeah? It’ll be fine if you wash it thoroughly.”

Won Hee-yeon replied nonchalantly, but even if the shirt were washed, the image of Won Hee-yeon’s face from moments ago that had strongly imprinted on Son Yeo-il’s mind wouldn’t disappear. At this rate, every time Won Hee-yeon wore this shirt again, the image of his face covered in semen would inevitably come to mind.

Suppressing his pounding heart, Son Yeo-il cleaned up the completely disheveled face, including cheeks and the bridge of the nose, finally wiping away what had gotten near the eyes. As he opened his eyes after briefly closing them, Won Hee-yeon gave Son Yeo-il a bright smile.

“Now you should undress me.”

Ah, progress. Son Yeo-il, who had been momentarily lost in thought, snapped back to reality at his words.

“I told you I’ll handle it. Won Hee-yeon, just stay still.”

Belatedly returning to a serious and strict expression, Son Yeo-il swiftly removed Won Hee-yeon’s T-shirt. The motion of tossing away the damp scrap of T-shirt was quite forceful, but when his hands moved to the pants buckle, he inevitably hesitated.

The middle part of Won Hee-yeon’s jeans had been wriggling as if a dragon were contained inside. Son Yeo-il unfastened the buckle and opened the zipper, feeling like he was releasing a sealed monster into the world.

That thing, which had been forcibly confined in the tight pants, sprang out as soon as there was a gap, energetically raising its head to the world. Seeing its intimidating appearance, Son Yeo-il’s lower region reflexively flinched.

Will this…work? I guess it will?