WYK 42

Jeong-yoon felt the soft texture that he had felt on his lips a couple of times before. He knew it was Chae-heon’s lips, but it was hard to believe. To think that his invitation to come over to his house meant this. He couldn’t believe he was kissing Kang Chae-heon again. It didn’t feel real.

Jeong-yoon hesitated with a tense expression before slowly closing his eyes. Then the strange sensation of Chae-heon gently sucking on his lower lip and probing with his tongue became even more vivid. A stifled, heavy breath escaped.

Chae-heon kissed him tenderly, as if asking for permission. Jeong-yoon, who had been holding his collar tightly, relaxed his mouth that had been closed due to tension. Chae-heon’s hand that was cupping Jeong-yoon’s cheek moved up, tousling his hair. His invading tongue began to gently explore Jeong-yoon’s inner mouth.

His large hand gently grasped Jeong-yoon’s hair, tilting his head back as he deepened the kiss. The man who had been sitting quietly watching a movie moments ago was now passionately kissing him.

The tongue that invaded the mouth slowly swept the inside. Ironically, it was Jeong-yoon who was impatient with that gentle consideration. He raised the hand that had been gripping Chae-heon’s collar and gently pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Normally, Jeong-yoon would have definitely hesitated. It was something he would have agonized over before deciding not to do. But now, only desperate instinct remained. He wanted to embrace Chae-heon before him, to pull him close, to possess him. The selfish desires he had suppressed exploded forth indiscriminately.

Chae-heon’s tongue slid along his palate, pressing firmly as he sucked it into his mouth. A shudder went down Jeong-yoon’s nape as his legs went limp. The large hand moved down, grabbing below his waist to yank him closer. The hardness he had felt earlier now pressed directly against him. Chae-heon had been aroused from the moment their kiss began.

His surroundings grew hazy. The very fact that he could arouse Kang Chae-heon felt miraculous, dreamy even. But the frantically entwining flesh inside his mouth was too vivid to be a dream.

The probing tongue coiled all the way to the root, thrusting deeply inside. Jeong-yoon’s body was pushed back, staggering a few steps until the back of his legs hit the sofa, throwing off his balance. Even while kissing, Chae-heon supported Jeong-yoon’s back and slowly put him down as if he was putting down a child.

Jeong-yoon lay down on the soft sofa, and Chae-heon naturally climbed on top of him. TThe already dim room became darker with his body’s shadow. Chae-heon, who placed his leg between Jeong-yoon’s legs, swirled his tongue one last time before slowly withdrawing his lips. There was a moist sound as their damp skin parted.

“Haah…nngh…”

Jeong-yoon opened his eyes, exhaling a heated breath. Through his blurred vision, all he could see was Kang Chae-heon gazing at him with a smoldering desire.

Soon Chae-heon’s lips touched the nape of Jeong-yoon’s neck. Chae-heon’s hot breath below his ear made the back of his neck tingle. Chae-heon gently sucked on the tender flesh, but as soon as Jeong-yoon flinched, he bit down hard enough to be painful.

Chae-heon’s hand, which had been caressing Jeong-yoon’s cheek, descended down into his clothes. His large, warm hand touched Jeong-yoon’s bare skin. Soon, Chae-heon grabbed Jeong-yoon’s waist with both hands, lifted the clothes with his teeth, and buried his face in Jeong-yoon’s exposed stomach.

The feel of Chae-heon’s lips touching his skin was soft and strange. Jeong-yoon couldn’t figure out what to do now. He was simply enveloped by the indecent heat as Chae-heon loomed over him.

“Raise your arms.”

Chae-heon said while biting Jeong-yoon’s waist. Jeong-yoon raised his arm without realizing it. Soon Chae-heon took off his t-shirt, and the cold air touched his bare skin.Chae-heon’s large frame cast a shadow over Jeong-yoon’s body as he lowered himself, beginning to kiss along his collarbone.

Chae-heon kissed Jeong-yoon’s body as if he was kissing fragile glass. He licked his nape, gently bit down, leaving kiss marks with wet sounds.

Each touch of Chae-heon’s lips made Jeong-yoon’s fingertips curl inward from the thrilling sensation.

“Ah!”

Startled, Jeong-yoon sat up slightly. While leaving hickeys around his chest, Chae-heon flicked his tongue across Jeong-yoon’s nipple. Whether it was due to the cold air or the dizzying sensation, the previously erected nipple became even harder.

“Mmh…wait a sec…”

The friction of tongue on flesh made wet noises. Despite Jeong-yoon’s protests, Chae-heon did not relent, and tenaciously clinging to him. Jeong-yoon raised his upper body but then lay back down as Chae-heon’s palm pressed against his chest. He always felt this, but Chae-heon’s strength was truly daunting.

“Ah!”

Chae-heon’s pointed tongue licked the erect nipple. Jeong-yoon tilted his head back and dug his fingers through Chae-heon’s hair. He felt like he couldn’t bear it if he didn’t grab on to something. The thick tongue swept over the nipple and then licked around the areola. The other nipple was being pressed and rubbed by Chae-heon’s thumb. With each movement of his tongue and fingers, a strange yet exhilarating sensation ran through her body, making his waist tremble.

“Ahh…hey, that’s enough…”

Jeong-yoon held Chae-heon’s hair tighterHis whole body was searing with pleasure, yet the urge to stop Chae-heon’s actions crashed over him with equal force. He didn’t understand this sensation.

He pushed against Chae-heon’s body, trying to sit up. But Chae-heon only tightened his arms around Jeong-yoon’s waist, pulling him closer. Each time he grazed a nipple with his teeth or bit down painfully, Jeong-yoon’s hips trembled.

“…Wait, just…stop for a sec…! Ah!”

Jeong-yoon shouted desperately. Chae-heon, who had been sucking and licking all over him, finally stopped his actions. For a moment, he could hear Chae-heon’s steady breathing above his chest, then Chae-heon slowly lifted his body.

Chae-heon lowered his gaze while holding Jeong-yoon in his arms. Jeong-yoon swallowed his saliva and looked up at the man hovering over him. Chae-heon’s eyes shone with pure arousal.

He stammered towards him.

“Kang Chae-heon. I’m…well, since I’m a guy too, this area is…anyway, I’m not used to this…”

Jeong-yoon struggled to convey that this was his first time without outright saying so. That Chae-heon should be gentler. The stimulation was too much. It contained a lot of meaning.

But Chae-heon seemed to understand despite Jeong-yoon’s vague words. As soon as Jeong-yoon finished speaking, Chae-heon quietly chuckled while looking at him.

Jeong-yoon felt hurt inside. He had nodded in agreement when Chae-heon suggested ‘that,’ yet here he was quivering, unable to properly reciprocate. But it couldn’t be helped. This wasn’t just anyone – it was Kang Chae-heon aggressively pushing in with his whole body like this. It wouldn’t be surprising if Jeong-yoon fainted right now.

What if Chae-heon got angry? Deemed the mood ruined and coldly walked away? What if he said inept partners weren’t needed? Such worries crossed Jeong-yoon’s mind. However, Chae-heon only slowly brushed away Jeong-yoon’s hair and kissed the corner of her eyes.

“It’s okay. You can get used to it from now on.”

“… Really?”

“You just have to do a lot with me.”

“…”

His affectionate words, like comforting a child, made his heart flutter. Just do it a lot with him. It sounded unreal, like he was mishearing things.

After finishing speaking, Chae-heon picked up Jeong-yoon and hugged him. Despite not being particularly small in stature, seeing Chae-heon effortlessly lifted him up like a light cake box surprised Jeong-yoon.

Unintentionally, he ended up straddling Chae-heon’s lap on the sofa. Chae-heon raised Jeong-yoon’s arms to loosely draped around his neck. Also unintentionally, Jeong-yoon found himself embracing Chae-heon’s nape as he gazed at him dazedly.

Chae-heon gently stroked Jeong-yoon’s back and rubbed his forehead against Jeong-yoon’s nape..

“Let’s take it slow.”

Jeong-yoon nodded. He didn’t understand why this situation felt so embarrassing when they were both adults. Why was he the only one feeling awkward while Chae-heon seemed so relaxed? It felt a bit unfair and embarrassing. But when Chae-heon nibbled on his earlobe and slid his tongue along his ear, Jeong-yoon’s feelings of unfairness quickly vanished.

In the end, Jeong-yoon didn’t even have time to think of anything else. He could only sink into a lewd daze from the moist sounds by his ear.

“Open your mouth.”

At those words, he obediently opened his mouth again. Then, as if he had been waiting, Chae-heon instantly kissed him deeply. He teased him with his tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth and sucking on his retreating tongue.