WYK 43

“Hmph…”

Jeong-yoon let out an inexplicable moan. The sensation of sliding and rubbing inside his mouth made his body tingle again. Even though he was out of breath and arched his upper body, Chae-heon’s tongue didn’t detach but rather followed deeper inside. He softly caressed at times but also moved roughly, making it difficult for Jeong-yoon to properly match his motions.

Chae-heon’s hand, which had been caressing Jeong-yoon’s cheek and combing through his hair, slowly moved down. It went down the nape of his neck and caressed his back, then firmly grasped the side of Jeong-yoon’s chest. Then, Chae-heon began gently rubbing Jeong-yoon’s nipple with his thumb.

That area had become extremely sensitive after being sucked and bitten for so long earlier. The subtle caressing motions brought about a tingling pain along with faint pleasure.

“Ah… Ungh…”

It would have been better if he had been rougher, but the delicate teasing sensation caused him to gasp out loud. Chae-heon, who was chewing on Jeong-yoon’s lips, playfully breathed into his mouth. Gasping in surprise, their lips parted as Jeong-yoon inhaled.

Panting heavily, Jeong-yoon wiped his reddened lips with the back of his hand. With his obstructed mouth now open and air flowing in, he finally felt alive again.

Chae-heon spoke leisurely, rubbing the bridge of his nose against Jeong-yoon’s.

“Jeong-yoon-ah. Breathe through your nose.”

“Haa… Yes.”

Jeong-yoon barely managed to reply, exhaling deeply.

Chae-heon started kissing his face here and there. It was a kiss as light as a feather. Jeong-yoon smiled and frowned at the playful kiss. Then Chae-heon’s lips lightly pecked a couple times below Jeong-yoon’s squinting eyes.

Chae-heon’s hand that had been fondling Jeong-yoon’s chest descended to firmly grasp his lower waist. And Chae-heon forcefully pulled Jeong-yoon’s body towards himself.

Their bodies were so close that it felt uncomfortable. Jeong-yoon stopped giggling and his face stiffened with tension. Whenever Chae-heon tugged him closer, Jeong-yoon’s arousal brushed against Chae-heon’s, and the vivid sensation was both embarrassing and strange that Jeong-yoon started salivating from excitement.

Soon, Chae-heon began undoing Jeong-yoon’s pants buckle as he kissed his ear. At the metallic sound of the unbuckling pants, Jeong-yoon startled and pushed against Chae-heon’s shoulders, though he didn’t budge.

“Kang Chae-heon! Wait a minute!”

He urgently stopped him. Chae-heon nibbled his earlobe and replied slowly,

“Hmm… Why?”

His affectionate answer didn’t stop his hands from undoing the buckle fully. With his upper body already stripped bare by Chae-heon, if his pants came off too, he’d be nearly nude.

Would Chae-heon truly stay aroused seeing his body up close? Wouldn’t it be a bit different feeling to see it in person than to just imagine it?

As Jeong-yoon worried and pondered, his body was suddenly lifted and his pants stripped off, the garment falling to the floor with a thud. Jeong-yoon was so flustered he broke into a cold sweat.

“Kang Chae-heon. Are you really… okay with this? Truly…”

“Jeong-yoon-ah. It’s all okay.”

Without knowing what Jeong-yoon had asked, Chae-heon reassured affectionately that everything was fine.

Now Chae-heon nibbled along Jeong-yoon’s shoulders as he undid the buckle of his own pants. The metallic clinking made Jeong-yoon’s waist stiffen rigidly.

With an unsteady gaze, Jeong-yoon looked down at Chae-heon’s hands and then back up. Newly realizing his own situation only made him dizzier. Jeong-yoon himself was bare-chested, wearing only a small piece of cloth, but Chae-heon was wearing a shirt and pants. The only disheveled part on Chae-heon was his pants buckle currently being undone, which made Jeong-yoon feel embarrassed and resentful.

Chae-heon, who had completely unbuckled himself, gently swept Jeong-yoon’s back. It was a touch that seemed to reassure him. Chae-heon nuzzled his face into Jeong-yoon’s neck and spoke in a whisper.

“Don’t be nervous. I won’t do anything bad.”

Jeong-yoon sighed instead of answering. Chae-heon kissed Jeong-yoon’s shoulder and soothingly stroked his back with his hand.

The hand that was sweeping along the back and stroking the waist slowly moved down and grabbed the end of Jeong-yoon’s boxer.

Jeong-yoon stiffened in shock. Immediately, Chae-heon’s lips touched Jeong-yoon’s ear along with his hot breath.

“It’s okay. It’s alright…”

The hushed whispers sounded almost like an incantation. Those words made the tension leaving Jeong-yoon’s body dissipate.

It was a moment when Jeong-yoon’s boxer pulled down. Before he could brace himself, Chae-heon stripped off his underwear, fully exposing his privates. Jeong-yoon flinched in surprise but Chae-heon didn’t allow him to withdraw.

Chae-heon kissed Jeong-yoon’s ear and naturally grabbed Jeong-yoon’s p3nis.

Jeong-yoon closed his eyes tightly. Chae-heon was holding his. It was almost unclear whether this was a dream or reality. He had never dreamed of seeing something like this. While he had imagined being intimate with Chae-heon, he couldn’t fathom being touched in this way first.

Chae-heon’s hand felt scorchingly hot. Though perhaps it wasn’t his hand that was hot, but Jeong-yoon’s own body.

With a face that looked on the verge of tears, Jeong-yoon muttered,

“Kang Chae-heon… Are you really okay doing this with me…?”

Jeong-yoon felt so anxious that he felt like crying. What if Chae-heon found him disgusting? What if he was just going with the flow but ended up pushing Jeong-yoon away later? All sorts of worries churned in his gut.

Instead of answering, Chae-heon slowly rubbed Jeong-yoon’s member. A titillating sensation trickled down his spine. The shaft was languidly stroked while the glans were dragged across. As Jeong-yoon exhaled an involuntary “haah”, Chae-heon whispered again quietly,

“Jeong-yoon-ah. Everything’s okay… If you’re not going to do it with your mouth, just keep it shut for now.”

Jeong-yoon quietly nodded as the friendly bass sound rang in his ears. Telling him to shut up so as not to ruin the mood sounded so lewd.

Chae-heon’s hand moved slowly again, rubbing Jeong-yoon’s up and down. Unable to push Chae-heon away nor pull back his own body, Jeong-yoon’s face just flushed red. He couldn’t even tell if the noises escaping him were moans or pleas. Arousal was coiling around his body.

Chae-heon eventually took out his own p3nis.

When it sprang out to press against his, Jeong-yoon gasped in surprise. Even just brushing against Chae-heon’s felt immensely hard and hot against bare skin.

The two members rubbed and stroked together. Slick precum of ambiguous origin oozed thickly as a wet squelching sound began echoing slowly in the dim living room.

The arm wrapped around Chae-heon’s nape trembled uncontrollably. The slick, shivery sensation made arousal rise all the way to the top of Jeong-yoon’s head. His body didn’t just feel hot, but burning up. His body swayed and shuddered, forcing his eyes tightly shut, when Chae-heon’s whisper reached his ear.

“Seo Jeong-yoon. Open your eyes.”

It was like a command. Jeong-yoon tilted his head slightly and raised his eyelids thoughtfully. Kang Chae-heon’s face was right in front of him. His vision was blurry due to excitement, but he could tell that Chae-heon’s eyes were staring at him intensely. Even amid this, their pressed p3nis continued stimulating each other as uncontrollable arousal kept washing over him.

He thoroughly examined Jeong-yoon’s flushed cheeks, excited eyes, and slightly furrowed brows as he touched and caressed both Jeong-yoon’s and his own. He captured every detail of Jeong-yoon’s flushed face, the excitement, and the heavy breathing. Chae-heon’s eyes were filled with intense satisfaction.

The wet sounds grew quicker. Jeong-yoon instinctively swayed his hips and half-closed his eyes. He was literally going crazy from the sensations Chae-heon was giving him. The stimulation of the slippery rubbing of each other filled him with breathtaking pleasure, and his whole body tingled.

“Ah, ah… W-wait…!”

Jeong-yoon rubbed his forehead against Chae-heon’s shoulder with a pale face. The urge to climax crested intensely. He felt he should push Chae-heon away, yet found himself clinging to his shoulders.

Perhaps sensing Jeong-yoon’s state, Chae-heon overtly rubbed and squeezed the tip of Jeong-yoon’s shaft.

“Ah… Hhuuh…!”

Unable to hold back, Jeong-yoon let out a feeble moan as he reached his release. The semen splattered onto his own abdomen and stained Chae-heon’s shirt. His straddling thighs clenched and he was out of breath. Chae-heon’s lips were so ticklish as he kissed his ear that he couldn’t bear it. Even so, Chae-heon kept lightly stroking Jeong-yoon’s spent p3nis, which had already ejaculated, making his overly sensitive body tremble violently.

As the afterglow washed over Jeong-yoon’s slackened face, Chae-heon’s hand cupped it, then peppered him with about ten soft, smacking kisses.

Only then did Jeong-yoon gently open his eyes. While being stroked and rubbed by Chae-heon’s hands, he had lost all sense. But now that his climax passed, the embarrassing reality came crashing in like waves.

He had just climaxed. Sitting fully nude atop Kang Chae-heon’s lap, with his cum on his own abdomen and Chae-heon’s shirt.

‘…Ah… I’m really going crazy…’

Was this real? He felt ashamed yet satisfied, embarrassed yet happy. Simultaneously flustered yet languidly relaxed from the lingering sensations in his body. Firmly grasping the wrist cupping his cheek, he slumped bonelessly against Chae-heon’s shoulder, letting out a long, contented sigh. But then…

“Ah…”

Soon, he had to close his eyes tightly as he breathed in. This was because after lowering his head, Kang Chae-heon’s erect p3nis landed directly on his gaze. He was the only one who had climaxed; Chae-heon’s penis was still fully erect. He only glanced at it, but it was much larger than he thought, and even the veins protruding from the p3nis looked very threatening.

Chae-heon lifted Jeong-yoon’s face again and sucked his lips. He sucked his upper lip, bit his lower lip, and rubbed the slightly opened gap with his tongue.

“Touch me.”

Through their pressed lips, Chae-heon’s tender urging reverberated. Although his voice was not particularly coercive, Jeong-yoon felt like he should obey his words for some reason.