TBM Vol 2 Part 10

Seeing such a Lee Il-seo lost in pleasure, panting frantically, an indescribable desire for conquest arose.

Seung-yeon, after grabbing his wrist, removed the blanket that was ambiguously placed near the navel. He could see the erect dick with its sparse body hair swaying up and down. Flustered, Il-seo tried to pull the blanket back with his hand, but Seung-yeon growled lowly:

“Don’t move.”

And then he gripped Il-seo’s dick with his hand. While thrusting deeply and quickly, he stroked the held dick up and down, causing Il-seo to rub the back of his head against the sheet and let out moans of a different dimension.

“Ha, ahh!”

Il-seo’s lower part tightened completely, and the heated inner wall firmly gripped the dick. Seung-yeon also tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and briefly trembled his thighs. Lee Il-seo was right. As soon as he grabbed and stroked Il-seo’s dick, the inside tightened insanely and clung without any gap. Lee Il-seo’s experience, extensive enough to be called loose, was useful at times like this. How regrettable it would have been to just thrust without knowing this.

“Haa…”

“Ha, ungh. Mmm! Ungh!”

Before long, a cloudy liquid spurted from Lee Il-seo’s dick. A considerable amount gushed out, thoroughly wetting Seung-yeon’s grip.

While Lee Il-seo trembled, reaching his climax, his lower part gripped the dick as if intending to bite it off. Had he been careless, he might have ejaculated prematurely along with him. Closing his eyes and pushing back the urge to climax, Seung-yeon lifted the weakened legs and continued his thrusting.

“Hm, ungh… mmm.”

Il-seo, releasing weakened moans, was swayed as roughly as he was being shaken. At that moment, Il-seo struggled to raise his head and make eye contact. After fidgeting with his reddened lips, he spoke in a voice that seemed about to break:

“Um, hm, sunbae…”

“What?”

“Why don’t you… kiss me?”

“It’s not like that makes you wet.”

Both caressing and kissing were only for the purpose of moistening the lower part; even when having relations with women, he didn’t mix tongues. Looking at Il-seo, who seemed to have many things to say, Seung-yeon raised one corner of his mouth.

“Why, does this also make my dick feel good?”

Nod, nod. With a thoroughly flushed face, Lee Il-seo nodded. Though he claimed to be a fan, Seung-yeon wondered if he was just satisfying his personal desires, but at this point, he was pleased enough with the sex with Lee Il-seo to be willing to play along. Seung-yeon lowered his upper body and gently took Il-seo’s parted lips.

Lee Il-seo eagerly sucked on Seung-yeon’s lips as if he had been waiting for it. His tongue pushed between the lips first, and he also gently bit the lower lip before releasing it. Despite talking about ‘one day,’ his kiss was clumsy and hurried like a child’s, far from the skillful kissing he claimed to know.

But when Seung-yeon scratched the roof of his mouth with his tongue,  Il-seo’s lower body definitely tightened and contracted, so Seung-yeon didn’t need to bite his lips. Seung-yeon also started to feel his climax approaching. As his hip movements intensified to their limit, loud slapping sounds echoed between their colliding thighs and buttocks.

“Mmph! Ngh!”

“Haah.”

As  Il-seo’s thin arms wrapped around Seung-yeon’s neck and his lower body tightened, Seung-yeon also stiffened his entire body and ejaculated. Even with the condom on, the sensation of semen gushing out was so vivid that it was a long and abundant ejaculation. During this time,  Il-seo also trembled his thighs and exhaled hot breaths. His body convulsed uncontrollably as if he were having another orgasm.

“Whew…”

As Seung-yeon withdrew and moved away,  Il-seo’s arms that had been around his neck fell limp. Seung-yeon got off the bed, tied the condom, and put it in the trash can. The room temperature had risen slightly, mixed with their breathing and foot odor. As Seung-yeon draped the robe over his shoulders,  Il-seo also raised his upper body, pushing the mattress with his palm.

“You should wash up too. You can use the bathroom you were using.”

With a kind voice but without any emotion mixed in, Seung-yeon left the bedroom first.  Il-seo looked around the bedroom slowly with a flushed face, then lowered his gaze. His stomach area was wet and messy.

He reached for tissues and quietly wiped the semen on his stomach and the fluid between his legs. The tissue he used to wipe between his legs came away with bright red liquid.

It had been too long, and since the hole wasn’t sufficiently relaxed for Seung-yeon’s size, it seemed to have torn.

 Il-seo carefully rolled up the tissue to hide the blood and cautiously disposed of it deep in the trash can.

***

After washing up,  Il-seo stopped and grabbed his waist. Then he walked toward the living room with a strangely awkward gait. Seung-yeon appeared to still be washing up, as the living room was empty and quiet.

He was about to clear away the wine glasses and the wooden tray that had held food, but briefly smacked his lips and just lowered his hand. His body felt heavy, and he didn’t want to get scolded like last time for touching things.

He decided to sit at the edge of the sofa where he always sat and wait for Seung-yeon. When his buttocks touched the sofa, he had to squeeze his eyes shut from the sharp pain that spread all the way to his spine.

‘It felt good during, but… it really hurts now.’

The price for mindlessly having sex was high. He didn’t want to recall his last sexual encounter, but he automatically counted the years. It had been four years. After that last relationship, he had been kicked out of the agency and gave up his dream of becoming a singer. Since he had been full of anticipation right before his debut, the fall had been even more painful. He had switched his career path to acting, which he had never considered before, and began wandering into a dark period of his life.

Previously, on a TV program playing at his grandmother’s nursing home, panelists were discussing first sexual experiences. They said that most people might imagine their first experience to be tender and innocent like youth, but in reality, it was full of awkward mistakes and embarrassing history, definitely not a good memory.

He was strongly related to that, but Gu Dong-yeong’s experience wasn’t just at the level of embarrassing history. It had become a memory too shameful to recall, which might be why he hadn’t felt like having a relationship with anyone since then. Whether fortunate or unfortunate, his life had always been busy because he needed income to pay medical bills. He occasionally received advances, but romance was a luxury in his rushed time, and his body was so exhausted that after his part-time jobs ended, he was too tired to do anything but sleep.

For  Il-seo, who returned home dragging his tired body at that time, watching Seung-yeon’s works on his laptop while lying in bed was his only pleasure. Sometimes when there were mature scenes, even though he was alone, he would lower the volume and replay that part several times. And occasionally, when sexual desire arose, he would recall those scenes and satisfy himself. Perhaps because he hadn’t used his lower part for so long, today’s encounter with Seung-yeon was shockingly painful.

When Seung-yeon pushed in his large member without relaxing him first, the pain of tearing below made him almost run away in shame. It was fortunate he had brought gel, though even then he had to quickly prepare himself because Seung-yeon was waiting.

“……”

 Il-seo clenched his fist and tapped his stiff waist. Though his body ached, for some reason, his lips kept curling into a smile. During their encounter, he had discovered expressions of Seung-yeon he had never seen before. Seung-yeon’s face, filled with excitement, was so stimulating that his spine tingled every time he faced him.

No matter how good an actor he was, the look in his eyes, his breathing, expressions, and voice during actual sex couldn’t be the same as acting.

Seung-yeon’s kiss scenes that he recalled when satisfying his desires alone, and the bed scenes they filmed together for the drama, were completely different from the real Seung-yeon. Between the feeling of guilt—wondering if someone as perverted as himself should be seeing this—and the crisis that he might ejaculate without even being touched, he eventually closed his eyes.

“……”

It was hot.  Il-seo pressed his burning face firmly with his palm and exhaled a long breath. At that moment, Seung-yeon opened the veranda door connected to the terrace and entered the living room.  Il-seo quickly lowered his hand and looked at Seung-yeon, who snickered as he dragged his slippers.

“Is that like post-nut clarity?”

He must have heard him sighing. He should have answered no, but he missed the timing. While he hesitated, a faint smell of cigarettes wafted from Seung-yeon as he passed by the sofa. Seung-yeon must have smoked on the terrace after washing up. Seung-yeon washed his hands at the home bar and walked back. His dark gaze touched  Il-seo’s wet hair.

“There’s a hair dryer in the drawer.”

“Ah, I didn’t know.”

“Walking around with wet hair is a bad habit.”

Seung-yeon flopped down on the sofa and picked up the remote.  Il-seo, watching Seung-yeon’s profile as he pressed buttons looking for a good movie, quietly spoke up.

“By the way, sunbae.”

Seung-yeon, keeping his gaze on the screen, answered, “What.” His voice, grown languid as the night deepened, was affectionate, but his gaze didn’t budge from the TV.

“Were your questions about the bed scene resolved?”

“How was it? Did my eyeballs get some cum in them?”

Seung-yeon asked in a casual voice. After pressing the remote a few more times to play a movie based on a novel, he belatedly turned his head to look at  Il-seo.

“I couldn’t see that much, I was too… I’m sorry.”

Lee Il-seo scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact, and Seung-yeon grinned. At first,  Il-seo had been determined to teach and show Seung-yeon various things, since it was Seung-yeon’s first time with a man. But from the moment his dick entered, just maintaining his rationality was a struggle.

When Lee Il-seo was struggling with kiss scenes and practicing kissing, Seung-yeon didn’t forget to carefully observe him even while kissing. And after the kiss ended, he would inform him about the camera angles and expressions to be mindful of. Compared to then,  Il-seo was a failing teacher.

It was too obvious to forget. Someone who had liked Seung-yeon for a long time couldn’t possibly give objective guidance to the person himself.

Just then, a low sigh of “Hmm” was heard from beside him.

“I’ve definitely learned that beta males feel pleasure inside too.”

“……”

“Beyond that, I’m not sure.”

Seung-yeon smiled with narrowed eyes. Lee Il-seo somehow felt his heart distantly tighten. It seemed Seung-yeon had the same thought. When Seung-yeon withdrew at the end, he seemed to put on his robe somewhat hastily.

Did he dislike it…? Feeling pathetic for being too busy feeling pleasure to teach,  Il-seo urgently asked the reason.

“Um… perhaps which part…?”

“Enough, I’ll handle the rest myself. Thanks for your cooperation.”

“Ah, yes. I understand.”

While leaving a submissive answer, his heart continued to throb painfully. Half the reason he had agreed to Seung-yeon’s strange proposal was his impulsive desire to prevent Seung-yeon from resorting to sleeping with other men as a solution for not being able to focus on bed scenes with him. But Seung-yeon had cleanly left the answer that he would “handle it himself,” like cutting off a radish. Asking how Seung-yeon would satisfy his remaining curiosity would be crossing a line, invading his private life.

It was over. With nothing more to say,  Il-seo slowly rose from the sofa. He tried not to show it, but while gathering his bag, he unconsciously limped once due to the dull pain in his waist. Watching  Il-seo’s awkward movements, Seung-yeon shifted his gaze back to the movie and said:

“Take a taxi home.”

“I’m fine.”

After a few seconds had passed, a calm voice continued from beside him.

“I already called one.”

Having apparently summoned it through an app, Seung-yeon put down the mobile phone he had been holding.

“It’ll arrive in 3 minutes. You need to get in at the entrance because of security, so you should leave now.”

“Thank you.”

“Sure, see you tomorrow.”

Lee Il-seo bowed his head with a dry laugh and walked into the hallway. Behind him, the sound of the movie Seung-yeon was watching softly echoed.

He took the elevator to the lobby and then walked to the main road in front of the apartment entrance. The downhill walk made his waist ache more, and the inside of his buttocks felt inflamed. His stomach was vaguely uncomfortable in a way that was hard to pinpoint exactly what hurt, so by the time the taxi arrived, he had to hold his stomach as he got in.

It wasn’t sex meant to be evaluated by Seung-yeon, but the fact that he wasn’t 100% satisfied left  Il-seo feeling unsettled.

But he had done all he could. If worrying in his head couldn’t solve anything, it was better to stop thinking about it.

“Why don’t you… kiss me?”

“Why, does this also make my dick feel good?”

Just like thinking of an elephant when told not to think of one, the moment he decided not to think about it, Seung-yeon’s voice filled his head. It was a lie that kissing would improve sexual pleasure. He couldn’t express how happy he was when Seung-yeon unhesitatingly offered his lips to his recklessly placed bet.

‘You’re crazy, Lee  Il-seo.’

He had always thought of himself as indecisive and unable to step up at critical moments, but in that moment, he was so blinded by excitement that he even lied to Seo Seung-yeon to fulfill his selfish desires. Realizing he had used his hidden competitive nature for such a thing,  Il-seo eventually let out a weak, hollow laugh.

It was a long distance from Seung-yeon’s home to his own. Slowly killing his smile,  Il-seo emptied his mind and took out his script. He tried to forget the pain by reading the lines he had already memorized over and over again.