DI Ch 221

“I may have ruined the mood back then, but that was because I didn’t know any better. But now you know everything, so why do you keep laughing?”

The worst scenario I had imagined was him suddenly stopping, saying he couldn’t do it because I felt like his child. I hadn’t anticipated this situation where he’d keep laughing every time I tried to concentrate, breaking the subtle tension before it could even build. Even his pretense of being choked was playful. I wanted something deeper and more serious. But he wasn’t even trying to set the mood, which made me frustrated and heated.

“I like seeing you like this.”

“What, are you trying to win?”

I noticed his glasses had slipped, so I adjusted them before responding coldly. His relaxed demeanor and quiet laughter were starting to get to me, so I acted coolly, but then he seemed to finally notice, as he toned down his laughter and spoke softly.

“I get excited when you’re like this.”

“I guess it’s funny to you.”

“Partly, yes. But also not.”

Should I take this positively? While I was pondering, he moved his hand without warning.

“Hah…”

The strong stimulation made my lips tremble, and I gasped. Being face to face with him, I remained tense, afraid I might lose control and climax. The lewd sound of his gel-covered hand against my p3nis assaulted my ears. As I twitched with growing excitement, curling my toes, his rough hand that had been holding my waist slipped under my shirt.

With leisurely movements, he stroked my lower abdomen, then felt around my ribs, and finally reached my chest. The feeling of my chest being gripped made it feel as if it was burning under the shape of his hand. This is driving me crazy. Even while holding my p3ni, his other hand was busy caressing my body, and his touch was so skilled that I could have sworn he knew exactly what he was doing with his eyes closed. Wait, I asked him to show me masturbating, not to service me. But the stimulation felt too good to ask him to stop.

I asked him to be a bit rougher, but he retorted, asking what I’d do if I came. I barely listened, having no intention of actually stopping after coming once. But I didn’t want to come too quickly either, so I urged him to touch me faster while trying to hold back. I tried to lick his neck and shoulders seductively, but it felt messy and unsatisfying no matter how I tried.

Still, the tension that had relaxed seemed to build up again. It wasn’t just my imagination – as he turned his head and our lips nearly touched, we grew closer. He teased as if about to kiss me, then sucked on my lower lip, released it, licked it, and bit it, savoring every moment and driving me crazy. As if determined to make it unbearable, he made even more embarrassing kissing sounds than before, making the back of my neck flush. He was clearly doing this on purpose.

“I undressed for you to see, so it’s a problem if you look away.”

He scolded me when I closed my eyes tightly, trying to endure. I gritted my teeth as I felt his lips press against my eyelids. Again, he was clearly doing this intentionally.

“You were, ah, supposed to do it alone first, mm, the order’s changed…”

“I could come just from watching you like this without touching myself. Maybe I should start with your back instead.”

“Wait, is this, ugh, supposed to be touching my back?”

“Just wait a bit.”

I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but he just stared at me as I panted, wasting time. If his hands were still, it might be bearable, but both hands were busy making me aroused, blurring my vision. Ah, I felt like I was about to cum, or maybe I just really wanted to…

“Alright. Now stand up for a moment. Hold onto me. I won’t do it if you fall, so don’t get hurt.”

No doing it even if I get a nosebleed, even if I cum, and now even if I fall? He kept imposing these restrictions on me as if to get revenge for something, but I couldn’t get angry. He was torturing me on purpose by gripping the tip of my p3nis tightly, not letting go, preventing me from coming. It even hurt a little from how tightly he was holding it, but that pressure only made me feel more delirious.

“Hyung, let go, please…”

“Stand up properly. Good, that’s it.”

I couldn’t understand why he was teasing me like this, and it just made me feel even more pathetic. Despite that, his half-hearted compliments somehow managed to calm me down, though I could barely manage to keep standing, forcing strength into my trembling legs.

“Hah.”

Suddenly, my knees wobbled from intense pleasure. The overwhelming stimulation made me tremble and drop my head. His thumb and index finger forming a circle, gripped my penis and stroked upward from the base. The gel that had been stickily clinging now slid thickly along his fingers. He repeated this action several times as if trying to remove all the gel. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I was about to come, that I couldn’t take it anymore, but the only sound coming out of my throat was the panicked rhythm of my breath. The callouses on his fingers, pressing against the tip of my urethra, were driving me insane, and when he started rubbing again, I had to focus all my energy on not letting out any embarrassing noises.

His claim that he could come just from looking at me didn’t seem to be a lie. He gathered the semen he had ejaculated in one hand, mixed it with the gel, and pushed his now sticky fingertips between my legs. While feeling envious and hurt that he had come alone, the raw sensation was too much, making my whole body want to twist. His hand, buried between my thighs, didn’t stop moving his fingers. He kneaded and stirred around that sensitive area, trying to relax the tension, but even without inserting, I couldn’t stop my legs and waist from twitching. I liked that he was spreading me, but it was so slow that even the sensation felt too raw, which was maddening. I wished he would forcefully push in or thrust, even if roughly. Not like this, not so gently…

Ah, this is driving me crazy. My front wants to come so badly I could cry, but he’s tightly blocking it. Meanwhile, he kept massaging my back, rubbing it without actually penetrating. My body felt like it would melt and pool on the floor. He didn’t need to go this far… I think I mumbled something incoherently, but seeing him stroke my h0le up and down firmly with his thumb, he didn’t seem to have heard. His rough thumb pressed as if about to enter, making my body involuntarily try to avoid his hand. But I couldn’t escape by standing on tiptoe, and his arm holding me wasn’t budging either.

Instead, he pushed his head under my lifted shirt and even bit my skin, making my shoulders tremble finely. Touching me like this, biting and sucking… he couldn’t have seriously meant he wouldn’t do it today… Honestly, I felt betrayed.

“Are you really not going to do it?”

I asked, panting. My voice trembled, as if hot breath was attached to it.

“We just ate. If I fill your lower mouth too, your stomach might burst.”

“…”

I wondered if he really needed to refer to it as a mouth, but does that mean he’s going to starve one mouth? It was an outrageous mindset.

“I’ll endure well, so just put the tip in.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

He scolded me harshly, laughing cruelly as he wiped the corner of his mouth. Even though his tone was rough, the way he rubbed his mouth was unexpectedly cute, which made me try to suggest a compromise.

“I want to do it now, and you said we’d wait until after summer. Let’s meet halfway on this.”

“So, what? You’re treating me like a toy now?”

“Why are you twisting my words?”

“Whether it’s just the tip or whatever, once it’s in and move, it’s sex. If not, it’s just a dildo. What’s the difference?”

He laughed shortly as if in disbelief and looked me up and down. It was as if he was trying to remind himself who had spouted nonsense. Ah, if he were a bit less intelligent and less perceptive, I could have gotten away with it, but he caught on so easily. Just as I was about to kiss him to soothe my disappointment, I thought I heard movement outside, followed by a knock and a rough but calm voice.

“Hyung-nim, it’s me.”

I straightened up immediately, having absolutely no interest in a third party watching or peeking. Who would be so tactless as to interrupt? Hyung seemed to have similar thoughts, his brow furrowing visibly. His low voice, which had turned harsh, made the person on the other side of the door hesitate in fear.

“What is it?”

“…It’s gotten quite late. Should I bring up dinner now?”

The hesitation in the person’s voice was almost pitiful. I was annoyed by the interruption, but considering it was time for his medication, it was actually quite considerate. Finally, we checked the time. We were both stunned. We had stayed like this an hour past our usual dinner time. Seriously? We were just messing around, and now it’s already dinner time?

“We’ll be out soon. Have it prepared in another room.”

Given our current state, we couldn’t let anyone in, so we quickly showered before having dinner. Even though I was eating, I had no idea what I was putting into my mouth. I don’t even know how I was washed, dried, changed, and seated, so how could I possibly know about taste or anything else? I thought we might continue in the bedroom, but it didn’t seem likely to happen, leaving me feeling deflated. Time moves too fast, and there’s not enough of it. I belatedly understood why he had said he couldn’t do it because of work tomorrow. I just didn’t expect to learn that lesson like this…

“Hyung, what are you—ah, uh!”

It wasn’t unusual for him to sit naturally next to me, so I didn’t suspect anything. It wasn’t strange for him to caress my waist and buttocks, nor was it particularly surprising when he put his hand in my pants. However, the way he was fondling my lower parts with his deeply inserted hand was unexpected for the usual Tae Seong-je, so I looked at him with my lips quivering in bewilderment. Shamelessly, he maintained a nonchalant expression as if nothing was happening.

“Eat your food.”

Then, skillfully using chopsticks with his left hand, he placed side dishes on my trembling spoon. But when the fingers of his other hand suddenly pushed deep inside me, I couldn’t quickly say I understood. I couldn’t form any words as I pressed my toes into the floor, but there was nowhere for me to escape to.