MIM 69

Shin-woo looked down at the hand gripping his arm tightly. He was only able to withstand it because it was him. It was enough force to make a grown man collapse onto the sofa. He wondered if he didn’t bother to control his strength because he knew he would take it all.

Should he show that it hurt when it was rough? Shin-woo casually glanced at his arm, where a long scar remained under his shirt. He had endured countless pains, so he didn’t feel the need to say it hurt.

It didn’t hurt, but he thought he might need to exaggerate a little in the future. Shin-woo obediently allowed himself to be pulled by Jae-seung’s hand and stood facing him. Once his shiny shoes were placed between his bare feet in indoor slippers, Jae-seung leaned back against the sofa and raised his eyebrows.

“Who’s not interested in other people? I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t interested in me.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to meet them.”

Shin-woo replied, not quite grasping the intent of the question. Jae-seung sat up stiffly, a look of displeasure on his face.

“What’s the definition of being good at your job? Is it when you open a shop and establish yourself in the neighborhood?”

“…Right, because that’s a successful business.”

“Your ‘ex’ girlfriend had terrible customer service. She gave each customer a different amount of ice cream.”

“…”

“What I’m saying is that no one is perfect, even if they look good in your eyes right now.”

Shin-woo’s mouth dropped open and his eyes narrowed. Seeing him refute with his own logic, it seemed that the words ‘no eye for people’ had bothered him quite a bit. There was no reason to provoke him, so Shin-woo nodded in agreement with a smile.

Jae-seung, who had been staring intently at his curved lips, suddenly reached out and wrapped his long arms around Shin-woo’s waist, pulling him close. Before he could even think about whether to exaggerate appropriately, Shin-woo was sitting on his firm thighs in the blink of an eye.

Close. Close enough that he could see every strand of his lightly pigmented hair, just touching his long lashes. Pulling him close and sitting across from him, Jae-seung stared at him for a long moment. His pale eyes flickered with a complex light.

He must be confused. Shin-woo lowered his gaze diagonally towards Jae-seung’s shoulder. The gown was slightly disheveled each time Jae-seung moved, revealing almost all of one collarbone. Below that, from his split chest to his straight neck, his skin was so smooth and white like porcelain that there wasn’t a single scar.

Jae-seung had matured early as a child, but after becoming an adult and going through his rut, his aura changed with each passing day. The muscles in his body were more finely divided, and his facial skeleton was subtly more mature. His pale eyes were still anxious and confused, but they didn’t seem as threatening as before. Watching Jae-seung’s eyes change in real time gave Shin-woo a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he were seeing the boy who had grown up so quickly by his side years ago.

Jae-seung, who seemed to be deep in thought, let out a small sigh. With a face that seemed to have run out of patience or was a little annoyed, he looked at Shin-woo. A large hand slid up his shirt garter and over his thigh.

“I suddenly miss you.”

His voice, muttering softly, was calm, but his touch was not. No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of a zipper being lowered followed. Shin-woo inhaled and felt his hand burrowing between his legs. His hand slid roughly into his underwear, grabbing his cock and pulling out his scrotum. The contrast between the white, clean hand and the dark colored cock made him dizzy.

His cock, which quickly hardened after only a few strokes, didn’t feel like his own at all. He was much wetter than when he masturbated alone, and he felt every sensation just as sensitively.

As the masturbation continued, Shin-woo tried to breathe evenly and gripped the back of the sofa tightly with both hands. There wasn’t much time to wash and get ready. If Jae-seung wanted to see him cum, he was more than ready. His whole body was already hot and flushed from his touch and even just his gaze.

“In here,”

Jae-seung muttered softly. The ring made with his fingers was tightly pressing from the base to the glans.

The rings got smaller and smaller as they reached the tip of the glans, squeezing Shin-woo’s cock. Shin-woo clenched his jaw tightly to keep a moan from escaping. The pre-cum that had been forming was squeezed out, making a wet sound.

“Thrust like you usually do.”

Like he usually does? Shin-woo doesn’t usually do that.

It took him a few seconds to understand what he meant. Seeing that he was telling him to thrust, it seemed that he wanted to see how he led during sex. Instead of wondering why, Shin-woo immediately sat up with his knees bent and got into position. He had never thrust before, but it didn’t seem difficult.

After sweeping his hair back with one hand, Shin-woo immediately moved as he was told. He touched his cock with a saliva-covered hand to prepare it so that it wasn’t too dry, then aimed his glans at the hole Jae-seung had made with his hand and pressed down. Then, feeling the electrifying pressure, he slowly pushed it in all the way.

“Haa… Ugh, haaa.”

With one hand gripping the sofa, Shin-woo began to sway his hips flexibly. It was easy because he could control the degree himself. He moved without being rough or fast, just enough to warm up his body without feeling the frictional heat too intensely.

The heat rose quickly. It was hot. He gently shook his shirt to separate it from his body, but he soon sweated again and it clung tightly to his skin. Jae-seung’s gaze swept over his chest, and a moment later, pre-cum leaked out. As if sensing that he had gotten wet, Jae-seung stared intently at Shin-woo’s face.

“Ungh.”

Let’s not be conscious of his gaze. I need to finish quickly and leave. Shin-woo stopped thinking and mechanically moved his hips. He easily inserted himself into the slightly loosened hand, then groaned softly as the fingers suddenly tightened.

He felt like he could cum if he thrust in a little faster. Shin-woo grabbed Jae-seung’s hot hand to moved it into a more comfortable angle for penetration. He twisted it gently to adjust the angle, and then, with their hands still clasped together, he plunged his cock into it.

He felt the urge to cum rising. Shin-woo tilted his head back slightly and shook his hips vigorously.

“Haa… Ah, ugh!”

While he was mindlessly thrusting, Jae-seung grabbed the back of his neck and made eye contact. He hadn’t noticed because he was so out of it, but his face, which was right in front of him, was completely red. His entire skin, which he had thought was white and transparent, was covered in mottled heat rash.

“Who are you thinking about?”

“Haa… I’m not thinking about anyone.”

How could he be thinking about anyone other than the man holding his cock. Apparently not pleased with Shin-woo lame answer, Jae-seung rubbed his thumb roughly over his cock. When he clenched his jaw to swallow the groan that escaped him, Jae-seung used his free hand to caress Shin-woo’s ear. The hand was hot as it stroked from his ear to his neck, around the barcode tattoo and down his collarbone.

Shin-woo pushed himself up on his haunches and strained his thighs. His hands fumbled for the back of the couch and eventually settled on Jae-seung’s shoulders. He thought he was going to be pushed away, but Jae-seung seemed oblivious.

The hard shoulder muscles and collarbone pressed into his palm. The sensation of Jae-seung’s hand on his skin sent a surge of excitement through him. Shin-woo let out a low, pained moan, thrusting faster and faster into Jae-seung’s hand. His stomach clenched, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. He could barely keep his eyes open as his impending climax blurred his vision.

And then, one of his shirt buttons came undone.

The hand that had been unbuttoning one after the other dug in. A hard nail ran across his nipple, which was already stiff from the unbuttoning.

“Ugh, wai-“

The end of his sentence was slurred as his nipple was crushed. A thin stream of fluid, either pre-cum or cum, wet the tip of his throbbing cock. Jae-seung gathered the liquid that Shin-woo had leaked with his hand and grabbed his cockagain, adjusting it to a good angle for penetration. Shin-woo gritted his teeth and groped for the sofa with both hands.

Shin-woo tried to pull his lower body back and then thrust forward, but something hard hit him between the buttocks. Jae-seung’s knees were up, so his thighs were pressing against Shin-woo’s ass with every movement.

“Ha, fuck….”

Forward thrusts squeeze his dick, and backward thrusts slam his ass against the muscles of Jae-seung’s tight thighs. The fact that he was wearing pants made it all the more unbearable, as only dull stimulation hit his backside. Jae-seung’s eyes softened for a moment as Shin-woo bit back a curse after enduring. Just as Shin-woo thought Jae-seung might be smiling, he caught a glimpse of his enormous erection, barely concealed by his robe.

“Hmph!”

As soon as he was pulled down by a strong force and sat down, Jae-seung vigorously shook Shin-woo’s cock, which was about to cum. Shivering, he looked down between his legs and saw a hand stroking the small protrusion. Shin-woo squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back. Pre-cum spurted from his cock that had been thrusting Jae-seung’s hand.

“Haa, ha…”

When it was all over, his vision slowly returned. Shin-woo shook his head, avoiding the reminders that flashed in front of him. He quickly cleaned up his expression and buttoned his shirt.

As soon as he roughly fixed his appearance, he brought a tissue and wiped Jae-seung’s hand first. While rubbing the thighs where the semen had splattered, Shin-woo pretended not to see Jae-seung’s erect cock and his piercing gaze. Only after cumming did he have time to think about the somewhat strange command.

It seemed that Jae-seung thought of him as a straight man. Beta men usually dated Beta women, and the topic of his ex-girlfriend had just come up again. That’s why he kept obsessing over whether Shin-woo was erect and saying useless things like, “Does your girlfriend know you’re doing this?”

It was a power play. Shin-woo sighed lightly and pushed himself up.

“Since you seem to be dying to know, I’ll just be honest and tell you.”

Jae-seung, who had been watching with his jaw clenched, raised his eyes. Shin-woo licked his dry lips with his tongue and paused, then finished buttoning the top button of his shirt before speaking.

“I like men too.”