CI 3.10

It was a very courageous thing to say. For people who had done everything together, this would normally be nothing, but for Son Yeo-il, who was naturally awkward, this was something he couldn’t have attempted without being this aroused.

Perhaps because he knew Son Yeo-il’s personality well, Won Hee-yeon’s eyes turned bloodshot the moment those words were spoken. He pressed his tightly clenched fist against the tile wall above Son Yeo-il’s shoulder. Haaaaa. His sigh grew longer.

“I almost came, honey. What am I supposed to do when you suddenly say that?”

The words were intellectually amusing, but perhaps because he was already quite excited, far from cooling the mood, even Son Yeo-il’s cock responded by throbbing toward the air. Son Yeo-il deliberately answered with a prim attitude.

“So, do you dislike it?”

“Eeng? Who said I dislike it?”

As if afraid Son Yeo-il might take it all back, Won Hee-yeon quickly turned off the shower and pushed his waist closer to Son Yeo-il.

“Come on, this Won Hee-yeon’s cock is obviously my husband’s. You can boil it or roast it, dispose of it however you want.”

Son Yeo-il’s ear tips burned hot at these encouraging words. With a determined look on his face, Son Yeo-il looked down at the substantial object he was supposed to boil or roast. The darkly swollen cock column had a glistening head. It was wet from the water, but it also appeared to be sticky with fluid that had leaked from the urethral opening.

Being a man himself, he could roughly assess the situation just by looking. Won Hee-yeon was currently in a state where he might ejaculate immediately with just a little touch. Thinking that it would be similar to doing it alone, even though he had never done this before, Son Yeo-il once again gathered his courage and grasped that thick thing.

Wow.

Contrary to his confident thoughts, Son Yeo-il immediately realized that this action was completely different from doing it alone. Beyond the differences in the volume and length of the object in his hand, there was a strange sensation that came from touching someone else’s sensitive part.

He wondered if this was how a person’s genitals normally felt. He was uncertain about how firmly to grip or how quickly to move. Even though he surely repeated these same motions when doing it to himself, everything from start to finish was confusing because the direction had changed.

Is this…the right way to do it?

Son Yeo-il took a deep breath and slowly moved his hand, as if about to take his first steps. As he pulled his palm down toward the base, the warm body temperature and coarse pubic hair touched the edge of his hand, and when he stroked back up, the soft foreskin was drawn up with it. The sensation of prominent veins catching against his hand also felt strange.

He couldn’t tell what Won Hee-yeon was feeling right now, but it was clear that Son Yeo-il himself was experiencing something incredibly intense. It was so intense that the moment felt surreal yet vividly real and unfamiliar.

Son Yeo-il was immersed in the situation, but because of this, his movements became even more awkward. The way he moved his hand carefully while staring intently at that area with wide eyes looked less like an intimate caress and more like a human anatomy experiment.

Completely unaware of how he appeared, Son Yeo-il was startled when his lover, whom he thought he was earnestly pleasuring, suddenly burst into laughter. Looking up at the sound of laughter breaking the silence, he saw Won Hee-yeon crumpling his lips, trying to contain his already erupted laughter.

“Oh my, our darling is working so hard.”

He certainly didn’t look like someone overwhelmed with excitement. When Son Yeo-il’s eyes narrowed in embarrassment, Won Hee-yeon hurriedly tried to smooth things over with banter.

“No, I’m not saying anything bad, just that I’m truly honored you’re touching me like this. But at this pace, I was thinking I might finish around this time tomorrow. Maybe I should have asked for this earlier, like the day before yesterday. Right?”

He was definitely teasing Son Yeo-il. Feeling embarrassed and hurt, Son Yeo-il tried to quickly remove his hand from the cock, but Won Hee-yeon moved faster, covering Son Yeo-il’s hand with his own large palm.

“It’s a world where we help each other, wouldn’t it be better to try it this way, hmm?”

“No, I, uh, ughhh!”

Won Hee-yeon didn’t give Son Yeo-il a chance to say “I want to stop,” and instead moved closer, interlocking their legs. Their overlapped hands, loosely holding Won Hee-yeon’s cock, moved toward Son Yeo-il’s.

Though it was obvious what he was trying to do, Son Yeo-il had no other choice but to follow where Won Hee-yeon led his hand. With the wall behind his back and Won Hee-yeon’s thick, broad chest in front, there was nowhere to escape. Son Yeo-il had no choice but to grasp both of their genitals in one hand.

“We could just do you, Hee-yeon. Why…”

“Joy doubled when shared, they say. Your cock is begging to join in, and as your spouse, how could I ignore that?”

Son Yeo-il complained, but as Won Hee-yeon said, clear fluid was also dripping from Son Yeo-il’s organ. When Son Yeo-il couldn’t bring himself to answer, Won Hee-yeon confidently wrapped his hand around Son Yeo-il’s and moved it, as if he’d received permission.

It was strange. The up and down hand movements didn’t seem much different from what Son Yeo-il had been doing earlier, but the previously subdued atmosphere was now boiling again as if by magic.

Won Hee-yeon had touched him similarly before, but today felt different. The overlapped hands pressed against sensitive flesh, and moist skin rubbed against each other.

If only their shafts were touching, it might have been bearable, but standing so close together made it feel like their entire bodies were being shaken along with them. The sensation of flesh against flesh, body heat against body heat, swaying and creating friction, stimulated pure instinct.

It wouldn’t have been strange to ejaculate immediately, but Son Yeo-il gritted his teeth tightly and simply endured. He’d been fine during his own awkward attempts, but somehow it would wound his pride if he came the moment Won Hee-yeon took over.

“Hnng, hh, mmm.”

Won Hee-yeon smiled as if amused by Son Yeo-il’s desperate efforts, but though his lips only twitched briefly, his eyes were busy flashing with excitement. With a mischievous and fierce expression like a goblin, he lowered his head and came up to Son Yeo-il’s ear.

Just as Son Yeo-il tensed, wondering what strange thing he would whisper next, Won Hee-yeon’s lips parted and took Son Yeo-il’s ear into his mouth. The wet, warm sensation made Son Yeo-il startle immediately.

“Huk, uh, haaah…!”

Just as he had done when sucking Son Yeo-il’s toes earlier, Won Hee-yeon boldly rolled his tongue against Son Yeo-il’s earlobe. While Son Yeo-il let out raw, unfiltered moans, Won Hee-yeon sucked on Son Yeo-il’s ear while firmly stroking their hands upward.

As blood rushed downward, goosebumps rose from the nape of his neck to the crown of his head. Even the squelching sounds filling his mind were overwhelmingly stimulating.

He couldn’t think anymore. He only wanted to reach climax. Just as Son Yeo-il thought this, the precariously surging sensation soon crossed the threshold. With his body trembling, Son Yeo-il’s organ shot semen over their overlapped hands.

“Ah, aaah…”

As the fine trembling subsided and Son Yeo-il’s body began to go limp, Won Hee-yeon also reached his climax. The moment something hot splattered onto his lower body, Won Hee-yeon sharply set his teeth on the earlobe he had been rolling in his mouth.

“Ugh, ah, really…”

Son Yeo-il grumbled with slight irritation, but even so, far from pushing Won Hee-yeon away, he leaned his weakened body closer to him. Won Hee-yeon, regulating his ragged breathing, raised his hand to pat Son Yeo-il’s thin back.

“Oh dear, my husband’s balls will shrivel up from the cold.”

Won Hee-yeon turned on the shower and washed Son Yeo-il’s sticky lower parts. As if trying to clean up the situation before things could heat up again, he quickly pulled out a large towel with gentle yet swift movements and wiped away the moisture on both their bodies, then dressed Son Yeo-il in a fluffy bathrobe.

Already in less than perfect condition, with the added weakness after ejaculation, plus the warm bath and being attended to, Son Yeo-il felt not just languid but on the verge of dozing off. He kept his eyes wide open, only to have them droop again and again.

Won Hee-yeon, who had been kneading Son Yeo-il’s soft, fluffy cheeks with both hands, suddenly lifted Son Yeo-il’s limp body in a princess carry. No matter how much Son Yeo-il struggled, insisting he could walk on his own, Won Hee-yeon ignored him and strode toward the bedroom with large steps.

He had even dressed Son Yeo-il in a robe to keep him from getting cold, but moved to the bedroom himself completely naked and still damp. Wondering what he was planning to do, Son Yeo-il couldn’t help but feel worried.

“Um, my hair is still wet.”

The moment he was thrown onto the soft bed, Son Yeo-il desperately searched for an excuse to buy time. Even though it had been toweled off, his hair was still soaked with moisture, so it wasn’t really suitable to lie on the bed.

“It’s fine. I’ve even put down a waterproof sheet, just in case.”

But Won Hee-yeon answered without hesitation as he untied and opened Son Yeo-il’s shower robe. A waterproof sheet? Son Yeo-il couldn’t imagine what kind of situation Won Hee-yeon had prepared for. While Son Yeo-il’s cheeks turned pale, Won Hee-yeon, who had thrown the robe far away, immediately got to the point.

He took out a tube of gel from the drawer beside the bed, squirted it until his palm was soaked, and brought his fingers between Son Yeo-il’s slightly parted legs. Son Yeo-il was startled by the cold gel touching his warmed body.

“Heeuk!”

Perhaps because he had already explored the path before, Won Hee-yeon’s finger went quite deep as soon as it passed the entrance. Unlike Won Hee-yeon, who acted as if revisiting a familiar neighborhood, Son Yeo-il felt suddenly tense again despite being half-drained of strength, as his sense of distance had reset in the week’s time.

“Ah, more, slowly…”

“Of course, slowly is the way. Right? There’s no reason to rush.”

Won Hee-yeon whispered softly as he kissed Son Yeo-il’s forehead. Son Yeo-il thought his words about going slowly were just meant to coax him into relaxing, but it seemed he had no intention of hastily diving into Son Yeo-il like last time.

True to his earlier words about how foam would make it difficult to bite and suck all he wanted, he began showering Son Yeo-il with kisses everywhere—his neck, shoulders, chest, knees, and even his toes—without neglecting a single spot.

Smack, smack, gently pressing his lips here and there, and wherever Son Yeo-il’s skin trembled in response, he would open his lips to envelop the skin, sucking it in or lightly biting to leave marks.

“Haa, haa.”

The longer Won Hee-yeon’s persistent kisses continued, the more Son Yeo-il’s tension gradually loosened. At some point, Son Yeo-il found himself yielding to Won Hee-yeon’s lips and palms without any resistance.

Won Hee-yeon’s touch, relaxing Son Yeo-il’s lower half, was quite unhurried compared to his attitude when he had rushed to the bedroom. He slowly scratched and spread the inner wall, then firmly rubbed against the prostate nestled deep inside.

Every time he touched the sensitive spot inside, waves of pleasure throbbed upward, and when that feeling began to fade, his lips would tickle Son Yeo-il’s skin. Because of the pleasure that kept overlapping and continuing, every place he kissed felt like an erogenous zone to Son Yeo-il.

“Ugh, hnng!”

While Son Yeo-il’s body went limp, four fingers had entered below. His lower part was completely spread open, feeling tight and foreign, but unlike the first time, it wasn’t painful.

One thing though—because Won Hee-yeon’s knuckles were thick, every time he pulled out the fingers he had pushed in, they scraped against the entrance with a popping sound, which was uncomfortable. But even that became familiar toward the end.

“Ah, mm, mmm…”

The groans that had once sounded like someone stabbed with a knife had somehow transformed into pleading moans. It felt as if every part of Son Yeo-il, from fingertips to toes, had melted. Perhaps this was true even in his mind.

Wow, I actually like this…

Like a licked candy put back down, all sticky, Son Yeo-il was completely immersed in a pleasant high. His whole body felt languid and slack, but only his penis, beginning to harden again, was eagerly twitching.

After long caresses, Won Hee-yeon finally pulled away from Son Yeo-il and reached for the side table, this time taking out a condom. The way he bit the end of the wrapper to tear it open somehow looked sexy, and while Son Yeo-il was staring blankly, their eyes met. Won Hee-yeon grinned and asked him.

“Want to give it a try?”

“What? Uh, uhh…”

Perhaps misunderstanding his curious gaze, Won Hee-yeon readily extended his hand. While Son Yeo-il was too flustered to respond properly, he raised Son Yeo-il’s body and placed his cock in his hand.

His alter ego, which didn’t know how to choose the right time and place, twitched as soon as Son Yeo-il’s hand touched it. It grew even larger than its already threatening size and even dripped a bit of liquid from the top.

“Eeng, look at this guy. He’s so moved that you’re going to dress him that he’s crying.”

“W-What are you even saying?”

“Come on, don’t be shy. Do you know how to do it?”

“Of course, I do. I’m an adult too.”

After hesitating, Son Yeo-il was provoked by Won Hee-yeon’s teasing words and snatched the condom he was holding. With his other hand firmly gripping the shaft, he tried to put it on from the head, but Won Hee-yeon grabbed his hand, grinning.

“Not that side, this side. It’s the opposite.”

Ah. While Won Hee-yeon flipped the condom and handed it back to Son Yeo-il, he, who had spoken so confidently, could only make a deflated sound out of embarrassment. The feeling of rolling it down over the thick flesh was strange. Once he had fully covered it to the base, Won Hee-yeon praised him as if coaxing a child.

“Oh, well done. My cock is being treated so well today.”

Chu, chu. His lips touched Son Yeo-il’s forehead and eyebrows in sequence, and when they reached his ear, he showed his teeth and lightly bit it. Ah, as a reflexive exclamation escaped and Son Yeo-il’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, Won Hee-yeon supported the back of his neck with his hand and gently laid him down on the bed.