TGMND 116

‘What the hell? What does he mean he’s not wearing anything?’

Yoon Ji-gu’s mind froze in an instant. As he instinctively tried to step back, Yeo-woon grabbed his hand. Yeo-woon stood up from the chair and placed Ji-gu’s hand on his own waist, then tilted his head slightly as if daring him to do something.

Ji-gu felt like he was about to stop breathing. Yeo-woon’s pale face, looking down at him, was so beautiful. Today, his sharp eyes were so seductive it was overwhelming.

‘F*ck!’

Yoon Ji-gu swallowed a curse inside. Today’s Yeo-woon was beyond anything he had imagined so far. How many dreams had he had about him? In his dreams, Yeo-woon would chase after him like a demon wielding a whip, and Ji-gu would still climax. On the days when he dreamt of being spanked by Yeo-woon, he wanted to die in shame. It’s not like that now, but… still, thinking about how he had to get up in a cold sweat and wash his underwear a few days ago gave him a headache.

Compared to that, the real Yeo-woon in front of him was nothing short of an angel. The strange fake preference for beating people with clubs was now gone, and the touch of his skin, his voice, was real. The Yeo-woon before his eyes was real.

As if entranced, Yoon Ji-gu slipped his hand under the large T-shirt. As his cold fingers slid over the warm skin, Yeo-woon’s body flinched.

“Uh.”

At the small moan, Yoon Ji-gu’s mind became a tangled mess.

What should I do, what am I doing now? Yoon Ji-gu’s heart was racing wildly. His breathing automatically became ragged and his head felt dizzy. But he was afraid of sounding too perverted if he let out his rough breathing. Yeo-woon always pushes him to the limit. In contrast, Yeo-woon himself was smiling too leisurely as if he hadn’t just teased him in broad daylight. Like it was nothing.

That felt a little, no, very unfair.

“Huh? Wait, wait a second.”

Yoon Ji-gu hugged Yeo-woon tightly and pushed him against the wall. Although Yeo-woon struggled as he was dragged along, it was just a cute resistance. Yeo-woon glanced down at the hand blocking his escape route against the wall, then burst into laughter.

“What’s this? Where did you learn that from?”

“…”

It was irritating. He was so annoying. Yoon Ji-gu tilted his head slightly and kissed Yeo-woon’s lips. Then he pressed his lips against Yeo-woon’s and looked at him. Yeo-woon stared back without closing his eyes, then raised one hand to pull Ji-gu’s neck closer.

“Mmm…”

Their lips parted and Yeo-woon’s tongue slid in. The game BGM was still playing from the speaker on the desk, but he was kissing Yeo-woon. He had never felt his heart beating so vividly as today. Blood rushed downwards, and there was nothing he could do about it. It was not his fault, Yeo-woon’s the one who sucked his tongue first!

“Ji-gu.”

“Yes…”

“You can touch me.”

Yeo-woon whispered. He guided Ji-gu’s hand, which had been timidly caressing his waist and stopped there, further inside. His fingers slipped between the loose pants without a belt. Ji-gu mindlessly buried his hand in Yeo-woon’s pants and belatedly realized something was odd. There was nothing in the way.

“You, you really aren’t wearing underwear…”

“I told you so.”

Ji-gu’s hand gripped Yeo-woon’s soft buttocks. The air conditioner was set to the lowest temperature, but his whole body felt hot. Am I going crazy? What’s wrong with me today? Ji-gu was cornered, once again faced with a crisis in his life. He wanted to pounce on Yeo-woon and devour him right there—he wanted to rub his face all over him, kiss him everywhere, and leave his mark. But at the same time, he was terrified.

“You’re already hard.”

Yeo-woon’s hand pressed firmly against his d1ck. Yeo-woon was just as aroused, yet the way he spoke, as if Ji-gu was some kind of pervert, made him want to die. He wished he could just disappear. It felt so good, but at the same time, it made him a bit sad.

“Hyung… is this why you wanted to meet me?”

“Yes.”

“…What?”

This can’t be. Yoon Ji-gu’s world collapsed.

“Why? It’s not like I can do this with anyone else. I wanted to be with you for this kind of stuff.”

“…Ah.”

Now that Ji-gu heard it, it made sense. Of course, who else would hyung do this with besides me…

“Ah…! Damn it! I almost fell for it. Don’t try to trick me.”

“And you know, that thing. Premarital chastity.”

“What?”

“We just got married, so isn’t it okay for us to spend our first night together?”

“So… you’re saying you’re going to f*ck me today?”

“…Huh, what?”

Is that why he suggested we ‘get married’ today? Yeo-woon was really good with words. If Ji-gu let his guard down for even a second, he’d be easily persuaded. He let out a sigh.

“We’ve only been dating for a day, you know?”

“We’ve been in the flirting stage for a long time. And you know that’s not something you should say while groping my ass.”

“…You told me to touch you. And you started it first…! Ah, my head hurts.”

“You’ve been putting on a show in front of me for half a year, saying you don’t like it when you actually want to do it with me, so why are you saying something different now? What, are you scared now that we’re actually about to do it?”

“Ha! Why would I be scared?”

“Yoon Ji-gu, you pervert.”

…And what about you? Those words almost made it to the tip of his tongue, but he quietly closed his mouth. He could hear the cat wheel turning in the living room. Doing stuff like this with all the doors open, making it easy for everything to be heard, couldn’t be good for the emotional well-being of the cat. It’s still an underage cat, not even two years old. Yoon Ji-gu pulled his hand out from between Yeo-woon’s pants and turned his head away primly.

“Then let’s go to the room first! If we do it here, I think… I’ll keep thinking about it when I play games at night.”

Yeo-woon laughed. F*ck, he felt like he was going to die from shortness of breath.

***

Yeo-woon knelt between Yoon Ji-gu’s legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. Ji-gu, whose face was already about to explode, needed a moment to calm down. Yeo-woon, worried that stripping him all at once might startle him, had only taken off half of his clothes.

Even though he had been saying he didn’t want to, the tip of Ji-gu’s d1ck was already wet. Before the large thing could poke through the fabric, Yeo-woon pulled down his underwear, and something like a white snake sprung out, slapping against his stomach and suddenly coming close to Yeo-woon’s eyes.

‘It’s big.’

Faced with the unexpectedly large d1ck, Yeo-woon gulped. Forget about fitting it all in his mouth, for a man’s d1ck, it was prettier than he thought… Even holding it with both hands, there was still length left over. Naturally, this was Yeo-woon’s first time seeing an erect d1ck this close. While the size itself was quite intimidating, maybe because of the color, it also looked just a tiny bit lovable. Above all, the way the reddened tip was dripping clear fluid reminded him exactly of Yoon Ji-gu.

“Why do you keep staring! It’s really annoying…”

“It looks like you.”

“Are you saying I look like a dick?”

“It really does look like you…”

“What part of it looks like me?!”

Yoon Ji-gu burst out in anger, but Yeo-woon let it in one ear and out the other. Then he clumsily grasped the erect d1ck. He was surprised at himself for not feeling any aversion to a man’s dick.

‘No, is it because it’s Ji-gu’s?’

Yeo-woon looked up at Yoon Ji-gu, who was suppressing his moans. When their eyes met, Ji-gu hurriedly looked away first. It made Yeo-woon feel strangely excited like he was devouring a trembling man with flushed cheeks and quivering thighs.

“Ah…”

Yeo-woon slightly stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the wet tip of Ji-gu’s d1ck. Even just this made Yoon Ji-gu show an enormous reaction. Come to think of it, from the beginning, Ji-gu had always reacted more intensely than anyone else to each of his actions. Even when he hadn’t thought they would become like this, Ji-gu had already seemed sufficiently cute to him. Thinking about it, it was really a strange thing.

The shape of the tip, the slight curve to the right, the white vein slightly protruding near the base. Yeo-woon caressed the d1ck as if analyzing every corner before opening his mouth.

“Ugh, hnn…!”

Yeo-woon took the tip into his mouth. Even with just the tip, his mouth felt completely full. The fluid touching his tongue had a strange taste. Thicker and hotter than water. As he stimulated it with his tongue while holding the d1ck in his mouth, the thighs under his hands became hard as stone.

The room was quiet, perhaps because the door was tightly locked. The sound of the air conditioner running, the sound of sucking d1ck, and Yoon Ji-gu’s moans. Maybe because of the auditory stimulation, he felt blood rushing to his own lower regions without even touching himself. Yeo-woon stimulated the base of the d1ck with one hand while holding the tip in his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. The hand that had been hovering in the air came to rest on his hair.

“Does it feel good?”

“…Hyung.”

Yoon Ji-gu sucked in a breath as Yeo-woon mumbled with the d1ck still in his mouth. Yeo-woon glanced up at him and saw an expression on his face he’d never seen before. Yoon Ji-gu’s brow was curved as if he were about to cry, and he looked angry, but he wasn’t angry, and he wasn’t about to cry. This is the face of Ji-gu soaked in excitement, Yeo-woon thought, and bit deeper into his mouth. Ji-gu’s hand that had been playing with Yeo-woon’s hair now began gently guiding his head movements, pushing his d1ck into Yeo-woon’s mouth with careful thrusts.

“Mmmm, Hyung, …hmmm!”

The moan mixed with a wet sound was pleasing to hear. Yeo-woon’s jaw ached from the size of Ji-gu’s penis, which had grown too large to handle comfortably. His jaw was stiff from opening my mouth to the limit, and the corners of his mouth and the inside of his pants were damp. Still, Yeo-woon didn’t want to touch his own d1ck while sucking on someone else’s, so he subtly rubbed his crotch against the floor. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore and was about to pull away to give his aching jaw a break, Ji-gu’s penis twitched, and warm liquid splattered across his face.

“Ahhhh, ughhhh…!”

“…!”

The cum that spurted out hit Yeo-woon’s cheek and forehead, dripping down his skin to his lips and left eye.

With blurred vision, Yeo-woon stared up at Ji-gu, who looked dazedly at him before smearing his semen across Yeo-woon’s face with slow, deliberate movements, as if applying it to his lips. Yeo-woon let out a small, incredulous laugh.

“…What are you doing?”

“…!”

When Yeo-woon quietly asked, Ji-gu snapped out of his daze. Realizing what he had done, Ji-gu panicked and quickly bent down, flustered. He jumped off the bed, hurriedly pulling off his shirt to carefully wipe Yeo-woon’s face.

“Are you okay? Did any get in your eyes?”

“Yeah.”

“Ugh, seriously, why didn’t you pull away? I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to finish in your mouth!”

“Mm-hmm…”

“I swear, I wasn’t trying to… I didn’t want this to happen.”

Yoon Ji-gu mumbled something apologetic. Yeo-woon was still listening to him when he swooped in and kissed him. After a moment’s pause, he turned his head and opened his mouth. He could return a kiss now. Though he still belonged to the bad kissers.

As Ji-gu kept planting small, desperate kisses on his lips and around his mouth, clearly not wanting to stop, Yeo-woon asked with a teasing smile, “Ji-gu.”

“Ji-gu.”

“What?”

“You want to kiss the mouth that sucked your d1ck?”

“…Ah, fvck!”

Yoon Ji-gu’s face scrunched up, as if that hadn’t even crossed his mind. Gross, gross! He immediately stuck out his tongue and furiously wiped his mouth with his shirt, but it was already too late. Yeo-woon, amused by Ji-gu’s mortified expression, bit down on his lips.

Ji-gu finally stopped freaking out. He seemed to calm down a little, though his brow was still slightly furrowed in frustration. Yeo-woon smiled faintly and pressed his hand firmly to his forehead to smooth out the wrinkles. Yoon Ji-gu’s face blushed like a peach. Yeo-woon could feel his heartbeat pounding wildly, as if his heart was about to burst from excitement.

Ji-gu hugged Yeo-woon and gently pushed him down onto the bed. The same guy who had earlier asked if this was why they were dating now seemed ecstatic. He pulled down Yeo-woon’s pants and, after seeing his erect penis, asked, “Do I have to… do it too?”

“You don’t have to.”

Yeo-woon didn’t mind giving, but he didn’t enjoy receiving as much. The feeling of being completely vulnerable and lost in pleasure wasn’t something he particularly liked.

“But I want to do it, too.”

Yoon Ji-gu mumbled through half-lidded eyes and pressed their lower bodies together. Yeo-woon flinched, pulling his legs together and looking down. Yesterday, they hadn’t undressed fully, so he hadn’t noticed it before. But now that their erections were rubbing against each other, Ji-gu’s size seemed even more monstrous. It’s been a while since he ejaculated, and he’s recovering so fast.

What did he do to get it that big? There’s no way swimming makes it grow like that, right? Does exercise even make a difference? Staring down at Ji-gu’s d1ck, Yeo-woon mumbled to himself without even realizing it.

“Hyung! Please stop saying stuff like that.”

“There you go, complaining again.”

Yeo-woon pinched Yoon Ji-gu’s cheek and tugged it lightly without causing pain. Yoon Ji-gu swayed slightly as his cheeks were grabbed and his eyes squeezed shut.

“…Ah, my head hurts.”

“What’s wrong with your head?”

“You don’t need to know!”

“You’re really making a fuss…”

Even when he was concerned, it caused a stir. Yeo-woon turned his head and looked around.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you have any lotion or something?”

It seemed unlikely that Yoon Ji-gu would have any kind of lubricant lying around. But Yeo-woon knew from his earlier “investigation” that given Ji-gu’s size, it would be difficult to manage without something to help…

“Lotion?”

Ji-gu tilted his head in confusion but quickly rushed off to look, returning in under 30 seconds, his large erection bouncing as he moved. Yeo-woon took it from him and immediately popped the cap off, squeezing it onto Yoon Ji-gu’s cock. The cold feel of the lotion made Yoon Ji-gu gasp in surprise.

“H-Hyung!”

“Stay still.”

“Ugh!”

Ji-gu kept reacting so dramatically to everything Yeo-woon did that it made him feel like a pervert. But the real pervert here was Yoon Ji-gu…

“….”

God, it’s huge… No matter how I looked at it, it seemed impossible. I wonder if that’s can go in. Won’t it rip right off? I loosened it up in the shower this morning, but still…

“Loosen what?”

Yoon Ji-gu didn’t miss the words Yeo-woon muttered. With a puzzled look, he grabbed Yeo-woon’s hand, which had been working the lotion over his d1ck.

“What are you doing in the shower?”

Yeo-woon narrowed his eyes, puzzled by his reaction.

“Oh, no….”

“So, you really did come here planning to have sex with me, huh.”

“….”

There was no denying it. After Ji-gu had refused to stay the night and left to feed his cat, Yeo-woon had gotten so frustrated that he’d come here with a plan.

“What did you use?”

“…My hands.”

“Show me.”

“….”

Yeo-woon was speechless. Show him? Do that in front of him? Ji-gu spread Yeo-woon’s legs, his face flushed bright red, yet still bold in his actions.

“Show me.”