CI 2.16

“Ah, jacket, at least the jacket…Huh!”

The new suit, whose exact price Son Yeo-il didn’t even know but understood to be expensive, was being randomly rubbed and wrinkled. Concerned, Son Yeo-il twitched his shoulders, trying to remove his jacket before things got serious between them.

But the moment Won Hee-yeon flipped one side of the jacket open and licked Son Yeo-il’s nipple through the dress shirt, Son Yeo-il’s body froze. Not just the suit, but Son Yeo-il himself would soon be a mess, so it was no time to worry about clothes.

“Ah, aaah…”

Won Hee-yeon persistently rubbed one spot with his widely spread tongue. As the thin dress shirt absorbed moisture and became half transparent, the taut protrusion underneath was revealed. Won Hee-yeon took it between his lips and sucked, then rolled it in circles with the tip of his tongue. A ticklish and electrifying sensation spread repeatedly throughout Son Yeo-il’s body.

Son Yeo-il’s hands, having nowhere to go, roamed the wall beside his back before settling on Won Hee-yeon’s shoulders. Initially just trying to support himself, he found that he wanted nothing better than to touch more of Won Hee-yeon’s quivering skin and well-formed frame.

Even in the midst of being intensely overwhelmed, Son Yeo-il fearlessly caressed Won Hee-yeon’s shoulders. Won Hee-yeon seemed excited even by the clumsy touch that could have been either a caress or a body search. His breath ravaging Son Yeo-il’s chest grew hotter by the moment, and a growling moan sounded out through his lips.

“Haa, haa. Ugh!”

When Won Hee-yeon followed by biting Son Yeo-il’s nipple with his teeth, Son Yeo-il’s brows furrowed sharply. A heavy pleasure burrowed into his skin following the pain that was strong enough to make his eyes snap open. Sensations that couldn’t possibly be felt simultaneously mixed strangely. A sense of crisis and anticipation, fear and excitement followed one after another, making his head hazy.

One attack was enough to completely surrender, but Won Hee-yeon greedily continued nibbling the same spot. Not satisfied with just that, he slid his hand down along Son Yeo-il’s side and firmly grabbed his buttocks.

“Ah…!”

Hands as large as pot lids kneaded Son Yeo-il’s buttocks roughly. It was an uninhibited touch, as if handling something that had been his possession for a very long time. Under such explicit caressing, Son Yeo-il’s body helplessly heated up.

Even if he tried to hunch his waist forward to avoid those hands, there was only the large, sturdy body covering him. Son Yeo-il became trapped in Won Hee-yeon’s embrace.

His heart fluttered anew, making him feel like he would die in the next moment. The tip of his cock, which had been erect for a while, started to get wet. His suit pants pressing tightly on his lower body felt stifling.

‘Should I ask him to take them off?

While this was quite a bold idea for Son Yeo-il, Won Hee-yeon was already contemplating the next step, far beyond Son Yeo-il’s imagination.

After making the dress shirt completely damp, Won Hee-yeon finally released Son Yeo-il’s nipple. Looking down, Son Yeo-il saw Won Hee-yeon gazing up at him with eyes so lecherous they seemed innocent.

As an ominous premonition flashed, Won Hee-yeon grabbed Son Yeo-il’s belt buckle. In an instant, the belt flew off, the pants zipper opened, and both pants and underwear were pulled down to the middle of Son Yeo-il’s thighs.

“Hnnng…”

Though he had been hoping they would be removed, it was embarrassing to have his stiffly risen cock fully exposed. He tried to close his legs, but Won Hee-yeon’s hands grabbed his thighs and pinned them firmly against the wall.

Then Won Hee-yeon sat down on his knees in front of Son Yeo-il. He stared at Son Yeo-il’s cock with intensely focused eyes, as if to pierce through it. At this ominous posture, Son Yeo-il felt a chill run through him despite being wildly excited. Surely not.

“Sir…Won Hee-yeon?”

Son Yeo-il called to him in a trembling voice, but instead of answering, Won Hee-yeon pushed his head between Son Yeo-il’s slightly parted legs. His tongue touched the trembling inner thigh. His tongue, full of saliva as if about to eat something delicious, was exceptionally wet.

Pushing his tongue up to a deeper, more intimate place, Won Hee-yeon began to lick Son Yeo-il’s scrotum. After gently rubbing it with his tongue, he opened his lips to cover the delicate skin.

“Ah, huk, what are you, hnnng.”

It was an unfamiliar pleasure. The feeling of a sensitive area being rubbed slickly. Son Yeo-il twisted his waist, feeling a deep shudder overcome him. Perhaps feeling playful at Son Yeo-il’s visibly flustered state, Won Hee-yeon placed kisses—chup, chup—on that area and whispered in a lewd voice, “I’ve felt this before.”

Don’t talk while facing there!

“How is even my darling’s balls so pretty? So smooth and plump without wrinkles, just perfect for rolling around in my mouth.”

Don’t say such strange things while facing there!

Though he was screaming loudly in his mind, what actually escaped Son Yeo-il’s lips were only groaning sounds. It was puzzling why his whole body went weak when he wasn’t being kicked in the groin but merely being lightly sucked.

When he tried to gather his wits, a chilling sensation rose—when he tried to strengthen his knees and straighten his waist, his lower parts whined, making it impossible to steady himself. Feeling like he might collapse to the ground in the next moment, Son Yeo-il gathered his voice.

“Ah, ah, stop. Ungh!”

But Won Hee-yeon wasn’t the type to listen when asked to stop. He repeatedly licked Son Yeo-il’s scrotum as if it were candy, taking it between his lips again and again. Whether intentionally or not, with each flick of his tongue, the prominent tip of his nose would brush against the lower part of the shaft.

With each grazing stimulus, Son Yeo-il’s cock twitched and twisted toward the air. It seemed to instinctively know that it would be the next target.

As Son Yeo-il predicted, Won Hee-yeon then grasped the shaft of Son Yeo-il’s cock and caressed it gently, as if tickling it. He didn’t forget to utter dirty words with his lips, now slick with saliva.

“My, why is this one crying already when we’ve barely done anything?”

Even amidst all his panting, Son Yeo-il’s cheeks flushed deeply. Just as Won Hee-yeon said, clear fluid was steadily flowing from the tip of Son Yeo-il’s cock. It was so swollen that it seemed ready to burst with just a glance or light touch. Won Hee-yeon grinned as he circled the wet glans with his thumb.

“It cries so attractively, just like my husband. Look at this fluid. It looks so sticky, like it would taste like honey.”

As he said this, licking his lips, Son Yeo-il felt like a deer about to be swallowed in one bite by a tiger. His knees trembled like those of a newborn fawn.

Following what seemed like the natural next step, Won Hee-yeon opened his lips and took Son Yeo-il’s sticky cock into his mouth. His attitude seemed shockingly uninhibited for someone putting another’s cock in his mouth. There was even less restraint in the way he savored what he had taken in.

“Augh, heu, heuungh!”

Slurp, sluuurp. With each movement of Won Hee-yeon’s head, greedy sounds echoed. The hot tongue and rough palate wrapped around Son Yeo-il’s shaft, repeatedly sucking deeply.

With each nod of his head, an intense pleasure rushed in, as if his very soul was being sucked. As if that wasn’t enough to handle, Won Hee-yeon even wiggled his tongue to sweep the lower part of the shaft. Son Yeo-il’s breath was choked off, and his lower abdomen became taut.

As Won Hee-yeon began to push Son Yeo-il’s cock deep into his throat, Son Yeo-il’s moans became breathless and urgent. The feeling of the sensitive glans pushing into the narrow passage was vivid.

His body gradually weakened, making it difficult to stand properly. Son Yeo-il awkwardly bent his back, leaning about half his weight on Won Hee-yeon. This only caused his cock to be sucked deeper into Won Hee-yeon’s mouth.

“Aah, hik, ah, wait.”

The word “wait” held no meaning beyond “it feels too good, it’s scary.” If Won Hee-yeon were to actually stop, it would likely feel disappointing and frustrating. Won Hee-yeon, who always understood Son Yeo-il’s heart well, interpreted Son Yeo-il’s words correctly this time too and sucked his cock more enthusiastically.

He would inhale deeply until his cheeks hollowed, swallow repeatedly to tighten his throat, and sometimes partially release Son Yeo-il’s cock to scratch the urethral opening with the pointed tip of his tongue.

The surging, swirling pleasure soon seemed to reach its limit. In truth, Son Yeo-il had been barely holding back his climax for some time. Had Son Yeo-il’s patience not been above average, he would have ejaculated the moment Won Hee-yeon started using his throat.

“Haa, Won Hee-yeon, sir, stop. I-I’m now…”

“I’m about to come,” Son Yeo-il stammered, afraid that even saying those words might add to the stimulation even more. With the cock still in his mouth, Won Hee-yeon raised his eyes to meet Son Yeo-il’s gaze. The moment Son Yeo-il saw his eyes, he instinctively knew that he was done for.

“Haeu, s-stop, hiik…!”

As if he had been waiting for this, Won Hee-yeon moved more roughly. A desperate Son Yeo-il placed his hands on Won Hee-yeon’s crown, trying to push his head back, but there was no way Son Yeo-il could overpower Won Hee-yeon’s strength.

Between the squelching sounds of flesh rubbing and the gasping breaths, a sharp ringing echoed in his ears. The feeling of ejaculation approached rapidly. Afraid he might end up pulling out Won Hee-yeon’s beautiful head of hair, Son Yeo-il lowered his increasingly tense hands and grasped Won Hee-yeon’s shoulders instead.

“Ah, euungh…!”

He didn’t want to come in the other man’s mouth, but he had no other choice. The moment Won Hee-yeon enveloped the shaft with his hot mucous membrane and sucked deeply, climax arrived with a sensation of stars bursting before his eyes. An indescribable dizziness rose up Son Yeo-il’s spine to the top of his head.

“Haa, haaa.”

He never imagined he would experience such sensations while ejaculating into someone else’s mouth, but honestly, it felt good enough to make his body tremble from head to toe. Even the slowly subsiding afterglow was intensely rich.

Before Son Yeo-il could gather his wits, Won Hee-yeon released Son Yeo-il’s shaft, which he had been stubbornly holding as if he would stay that way forever. Then he put his hand in front of his chin and spat out the whitish fluid.

Although it was embarrassing to see what he had discharged, Son Yeo-il was somewhat relieved that Won Hee-yeon hadn’t swallowed it. He was wondering whether he should apologize for being discourteous in someone’s mouth or get angry because Won Hee-yeon hadn’t listened when asked to pull away.

“Come here.”

Won Hee-yeon wrapped one arm around Son Yeo-il’s limp shoulders, letting him lean fully against his body, and took hesitant steps while embracing him. Son Yeo-il, though dazed, hugged him back and stepped backward.

Now that he thought about it, embarrassingly, they were still clinging to each other in the entrance without even taking their shoes off. It seemed unavoidable given how urgently they had needed each other. Having finished once and entered a lull, Son Yeo-il naturally assumed they would now move to the bedroom.

It seems too difficult to walk backward all the way to the bed. Should I just say I’ll walk by myself? Ah, my pants are in the way.

But before the thoughts in his mind could even be completed, Won Hee-yeon moved just a couple of steps, then carefully cradled the back of Son Yeo-il’s head and lowered him to the floor. Without understanding why, Son Yeo-il found himself lying on the low step leading from the entrance to the living room.

Huh? Huh? While question marks floated above Son Yeo-il’s head, Won Hee-yeon swiftly removed Son Yeo-il’s pants and shoes, tossing them aside, and spread his thighs.

“Huu…”

Looking down at Son Yeo-il, Won Hee-yeon exhaled a rough breath. It seemed only Son Yeo-il had entered a lull, while Won Hee-yeon was still in the same “urgently desperate situation.” Another ominous premonition swept over him, but again there was no way to stop the rampaging Won Hee-yeon from making his next move.

He brought his hand, which had just been coated with cum, to Son Yeo-il’s buttocks. The wet, sticky fingertips pushed into the perineum and soon entered between the cleft.

Is he going to loosen me up? Right here and now?

Even without experience, Son Yeo-il knew enough from hearsay to understand what procedure this was. Of course, it was puzzling why Won Hee-yeon was using someone else’s semen as lubricant when he had properly brought gel from the car, and why they were doing this here when there was likely a bed just a few steps away.

“Ungh…”

Won Hee-yeon pressed the blunt, wet tip of his index finger against Son Yeo-il’s hole. Though the area around the hole was thoroughly wet with semen, the slippery fingertip couldn’t easily penetrate inside. Son Yeo-il’s entrance only twitched at the sticky ticklish feeling, remaining tightly closed.

His body, already stiff with tension, became increasingly rigid. It was inevitably embarrassing to have such a place touched for the first time while sober, especially right after ejaculating when he was still sensitive.

After lingering for a while at the entrance that showed no signs of relaxing, Won Hee-yeon applied pressure and pushed one knuckle in. And while doing so, he said like a nurse giving an injection, “It’ll sting a little.”

Son Yeo-il was about to chuckle but frowned again. The first thing he felt was a subtle sense of foreign intrusion. Honestly, he couldn’t understand what was supposed to feel good about this—it just felt unfamiliar, uncomfortable, and awkward.

After inserting his finger all the way in as if gauging the space, Won Hee-yeon began to push in another finger. Now there was even pain as skin and muscle were forcibly stretched.

Seriously, how is this supposed to feel good?

Though his memory was hazy from being drunk the first time, it hadn’t been bad—no, it had actually felt dangerously good. Was it because the alcohol had numbed the pain? Perhaps it would have been better to have a drink at the restaurant earlier after all?

Though he tried not to show his discomfort, his body kept tensing up. Even to himself, it seemed like he was handling this clumsily, so he tried to relax somehow, but it wasn’t working as he wished.

“Oh my. Try harder. Are you trying to cut off my fingers at this rate?”

Even while excited enough to redden the corners of his eyes, Won Hee-yeon languidly threw out a joke. Although Son Yeo-il’s tightly clenched area showed no signs of cooperation, Won Hee-yeon’s fingers moved steadfastly. They wiggled around, bending and straightening the knuckles, opening the entrance and stirring inside.

How much time had passed like that? In reality, it was probably just a moment, but to Son Yeo-il it felt like quite a long time had passed. It couldn’t be helped since Son Yeo-il was biting his lips and flinching as if being tortured.

Whether finding Son Yeo-il pitiful or amusing, Won Hee-yeon smiled inexplicably and lifted one of Son Yeo-il’s knees with his hand. As he placed kisses on the tender flesh beside the knee, a ticklish sensation spread from the knee to the thigh.

“Hmm…”

In that moment when the tension eased ever so slightly, Won Hee-yeon pushed his fingers, which had been stirring inside Son Yeo-il, even deeper. Startled, Son Yeo-il looked up at Won Hee-yeon with round eyes. Won Hee-yeon spoke in a tone that seemed somewhat sheepish despite being unable to contain his excitement.

“Hmm, it’s ready now.”

Though he had no clue what was “ready,” Son Yeo-il had no intention of issuing any complaints. Although his lower body was a bit uncomfortable and he couldn’t understand why they were doing this on the hard, cold entrance floor, Son Yeo-il didn’t dislike the situation.

Rather, it was endearing and lovely to see this mountain-sized man crouching small in front of him, restraining his fierce instincts and trying his best to somehow soothe Son Yeo-il.

But this sensation of having something pushed into his buttocks just didn’t seem like something he could get used to. Was he one of those cases where not all gay men enjoy penetrative sex? He couldn’t help but think that next time, he should definitely drink heavily before doing something like this again.