SOG Ch 202

“I can’t even remember the last time we got intimate.”

Woo-jin spoke as if he was joking, but in truth, his dissatisfaction had been mounting over the past few days. He couldn’t voice his feelings knowing that Jae-chan had been dealing with a series of unfortunate events.

“Oh… I’m sorry.” 

As Jae-chan apologized, Woo-jin slipped his hand inside Jae-chan’s shirt. He gently caressed Jae-chan’s flat stomach before slightly tugging on his round n1pple, his touch carrying a hint of annoyance. 

“Tell me, what should I do to seduce my busy and exhausted boyfriend?”

It was meant as a petty grievance; Woo-jin didn’t intend to push further. He really only intended to touch him a little—

Later, Jae-chan would reflect and realize that once again, it wasn’t Woo-jin who held the problem—it was himself.

“What do you mean ‘what should I do’?! You just need to breathe!” 

Jae-chan quickly wrapped his arms around Woo-jin as he spoke. There was no way Jaecan could let Woo-jin be when he had reached this point.

His hands eagerly slipped into Woo-jin’s sweater, gliding over the meticulously toned muscles without missing a beat. As they moved downward and began unfastening the buckle on Woo-jin’s lower garment, Woo-jin hastily grabbed Jae-chan’s wrist.

“Why? Let me touch you too,” Jae-chan protested, furrowing his gentle brows slightly.

Woo-jin explained patiently, “If you touch me like that, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Then don’t hold back,” Jae-chan insisted firmly, recalling Kim Geun-won who always did as he pleased.

Moreover, was this the end of the exam? If he failed, he could always take it again next year. Jae-chan wasn’t desperately worried since he already had a decent job; secretly, like Woo-jin, he felt frustrated with unfulfilled desires. He responded boldly today as if there were no tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Woo-jin realized that some of his accumulated frustration was dissipating. It wasn’t completely resolved, but it felt like the sharp surface of a massive ice block was smoothly melting away into curves.

Jae-chan lunged at Woo-jin, seemingly wanting nothing more than to be touched. His eager hands glided over well-developed chest and densely-muscled abs without pause. As Woo-jin held him, allowing Jae-chan to touch freely, he suddenly raised an eyebrow slightly. The waist nestled between his arms had unmistakably become thinner.

Whether it was the exam or his team leader’s harassment, Woo-jin just wanted everything to end quickly. He pressed light kisses against Jae-chan’s forehead and cheeks before lifting his lover with newfound ease. They moved together in search of a softer surface. Ever since discovering faint bruises on Jae-chan’s waist after their passionate encounter at the dining table, Woo-jin had become particularly mindful about choosing locations for their intimate moments.

Their destination turned out to be the guest bedroom, which was conveniently closer than the living room.

Woo-jin gently laid Jae-chan onto the dimly lit bed, covering him completely. As they kissed, Woo-jin began removing Jae-chan’s lower garments, who responded by arching his back.

“Ah, Woo-jin… Mmm…”

It had been a while, so their excitement was absurdly quick and intense. The two men hastily entwined their bodies. Woo-jin poured an entire tube of lube onto Jae-chan’s lower region with somewhat anxious eagerness.

Am I delicious? I think you’re so delicious, Jae-chan whispered mischievously into Woo-jin’s ear, his words echoing those from that one time they’d shared at the dining table long ago.

Mmm, you really are delicious. Woo-jin answered silently in his mind, biting down on Jae-chan’s still-smiling lips. Jae-chan’s smile faded abruptly as he pressed harder against the delicate inner walls that still wasn’t quite loosened up enough to accommodate him. His slender legs, glistening with sweat, urgently wrapped themselves around Woo-jin.

The two became even more entwined. Their laughter and words had disappeared without a trace. In the suddenly desolate silence, only the sound of wet flesh rubbing together echoed out.

In that clammy chaos, Jae-chan felt helplessly swept away by massive waves. The sturdy pillar thrusting into him explored surprisingly deep inside him with each forceful thrust. He swallowed his labored breaths, but when he could no longer bear it, intense pleasure sent shivers down his spine.

The cl1max arrived swiftly. The inner walls that had been stretched as far as they would go began to urgently contract. Woo-jin leaned forward, pulling Jae-chan deeply into his embrace.

“Haa…”

Woo-jin kissed Jae-chan’s flushed cheeks, his trembling chin, and his pulsating throat multiple times.

Woo-jin pulled out his shaft from the h0le that was still spasming with each breath, as if trying to soothe his slight disappointment. He cradled Jae-chan’s body, which was trembling with the afterglow of cl1max, before pulling up Jae-chan’s shirt to expose his slender lower abdomen. There, he rubbed Jae-chan throbbing erection until it ejacvlated, coating Jae-chan’s smooth skin with their mingled fluids.

As Woo-jin spread their their mixed fluids on Jae-chan’s smooth upper body, he caught sight of two pale mounds rising and falling with each labored breath. His gaze was instantly captivated by these prominent protrusions.

Woo-jin lowered his eyes, struggling to divert his attention. Today was a weekday. He could only indulge in teasing those tiny n1pples on days when Jae-chan had a day off.

It wasn’t long before he realized that Jae-chan was enduring a slight discomfort due to the n1ipple play.

It was July 28th, the day Go Young-chang first contacted Jae-chan. An unavoidable situation had forced Woo-jin to leave Jae-chan alone in District 6’s official residence for a short time.

‘I’ll be right back.’

After assuring Jae-chan of his quick return, Woo-jin left but truly came back within five minutes. He’d resolved an issue related to the press dinner at Capitol with the secretary of the J Group Chairman before returning. Upon entering, he found Jae-chan topless.

‘Huh? You really did come back quickly.’

Jae-chan, who had been stretching leisurely with his back arched, froze mid-movement as if caught off guard. Woo-jin realized what was going on when he saw the red, protruding flesh hidden under his clothes that immediately caught his eye on his white chest.

‘It’s okay. You can take it off.’

Woo-jin stopped Jae-chan from putting his shirt back on. He realized that Jae-chan was trying to prevent him from touching his chest. 

Certainly, Woo-jin had never resisted the temptation to caress Jae-chan’s exposed chest. It wasn’t just because it looked beautiful; Jae-chan was particularly sensitive around his n1pples. His body had become much more responsive than before, reacting instantly even to the slightest l1ck. Woo-jin could feel everything—his urgent breaths hidden in his throat, his er3ct d1ck turning a deep pink, and when he buried himself inside Jae-chan while l1cking his chest, the tight muscles would contract slightly as if answering his touch. Woo-jin couldn’t help but explore these sensations constantly, not realizing how uncomfortable it made Jae-chan.

‘I really won’t touch you there. Do whatever makes you comfortable.’

Jae-chan had always prioritized Woo-jin’s desires over his own. It was more important for Jae-chan to feel comfortable with him than to indulge in such trivial matters.

Woo-jin kept his promise, and from then on, whenever Jae-chan felt uneasy, he would nonchalantly remove his shirt. Though Woo-jin’s fingers itched to touch him at every glance, when things became unbearable, simply embracing Jae-chan gently and placing soft kisses on his earlobes and temples sufficed.

In any case, the only time Woo-jin could freely bite and svck on Jae-chan’s chest was during consecutive days off.

When would the weekend come again?

Frustrated by not being able to touch him as desired, Woo-jin tenderly caressed those soft mounds stained with semen. The gentle sound of breathing brushed against Woo-jin’s forehead.

…Soft breathing?

Woo-jin looked up and discovered Jae-chan breathing evenly. His face was slightly flushed as he slept soundly.

“……”

The momentary despondency gave way to a smile. Woo-jin felt a warmth spreading through him like freshly steamed rice cakes, contentment washing over him at the sight of Jae-chan peacefully slumbering in his embrace—a satisfaction entirely separate from s3xual release.

With another helpless chuckle, Woo-jin carefully lifted Jae-chan. In the past, he had touched Jae-chan while he slept or rubbed himself between Jae-chan’s vulnerable legs as if marking his territory. But now, Woo-jin understood that such possessive acts weren’t necessary; Jae-chan belonged to him regardless. Even without s3x every time, even if he couldn’t fully claim Jae-chan’s time before their regression, Jae-chan was still his person. That’s why a simple hug could satisfy his longing.

Woo-jin filled the bathtub with warm water and washed Jae-chan slowly while they were both submerged together. Soon, Jae-chan opened his eyes briefly.

“Umm… hey, sorry.”

Woo-jin suppressed a laugh at Jae-chan’s voice, thick with sleepiness.

“Tired?”

“Uh… huh? No…” 

Jae-chan tried hard to open his eyes. Still half-asleep, he spoke incoherently, his words slightly awkward. 

“Let’s… let’s hurry up. Wanna touch my chest?”

Then he took Woo-jin’s hand, which had been washing him, and moved it to his lower abdomen. Woo-jin swallowed his laughter as he gently caressed Jae-chan’s slender waist and flat stomach.

“Mm-hmm. Go back to sleep.” 

Woo-jin kissed the corners of Jae-chan’s eyes, which fluttered for a moment before closing again. Soon, Jae-chan was completely asleep once more. The immense lump of dissatisfaction that had filled Woo-jin’s heart, weighing heavily upon him, softened once again at the feeling of Jae-chan’s body fully leaning against him.

Woo-jin deeply kissed the warm, fragrant nape of Jae-chan’s neck where he had washed him earlier. The night, still slightly precarious but overall peaceful, continued to deepen.

The next morning, Woo-jin opened his eyes to find Jae-chan lying beside him with a clean-shaven face.

“I’m sorry for falling asleep first…”

He heard an apologetic voice as well.

As if by instinct, Woo-jin reached out, and Jae-chan immediately wrapped himself in Woo-jin’s arms. Judging by his immaculate appearance, he must have gotten up earlier to wash up. Out of consideration for Woo-jin’s sensitivity to sound, Jae-chan sometimes used his ability to sneak out of bed.

It’s alright. Woo-jin contentedly exhaled as he pressed kisses against Jae-chan’s smooth jawline and earlobes.