CI 2.11

The clothes he had probably bought long ago for Son Yeo-il to wear came to the end of their life in just a few minutes, but Won Hee-yeon pounced on Son Yeo-il as if he didn’t even have time to care about such things.

“Ah, mmh, nng…”

Won Hee-yeon began to suck on Yeo-il’s collarbone with his hot, wet lips. From the clavicle to the shoulder, and back down to the bumpy ribs, he greedily licked and sucked. Where Son Yeo-il particularly reacted with a jerk of his body, he lightly scraped with his teeth, then sucked firmly with his lips to leave a red mark.

Was having someone lick your body always this pleasurable? Afraid that he might let out a moan if he opened his lips, Son Yeo-il kept his molars tightly closed and only let out groaning sounds. His breaths had shortened to the point of dizziness.

“Mmph, hnh!”

When Won Hee-yeon next touched the erect protrusion on his chest with his tongue, Son Yeo-il’s body, which had been lying quietly on the bed, jerked violently. It couldn’t be helped, as that spot had reacted intensely even to a light pinch in the past.

Won Hee-yeon took Son Yeo-il’s nipple in his lips, sucked it firmly, and licked it with his wide tongue as if wanting to smear it with his saliva. He even moved his hand to fiddle with the other protrusion.

The stimulated spot and then his spine tingled. Perhaps because he was excited, his skin was gradually turning red, and with the addition of the marks that Won Hee-yeon had bitten, Yeo-il’s chest, from his sternum to his collarbone, was all red and blotchy.

“Haa, ha, aah…”

Son Yeo-il, who had been exhaling rough breaths, flinched again with tension. Won Hee-yeon’s hand, which had been tormenting his chest, had moved further down in a brief moment. After lingering around his lower abdomen, it subtly touched the elastic of Son Yeo-il’s pants.

“Hoo…”

Though his expression showed excitement to the very tips of his hair, instead of acting recklessly as he had when tearing the other man’s top off, Won Hee-yeon raised his eyes to look at Son Yeo-il. His expression, which seemed to gently ask for permission, inexplicably took his breath away.

It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. Both his radiating gaze and his breathing were seductive. Even if he searched the bottom of his heart, he couldn’t find a reason to refuse. Son Yeo-il wanted Won Hee-yeon too.

Being shy, instead of saying “yes,” Son Yeo-il stared back at Won Hee-yeon and then tightly closed his eyes. He even raised his hands to cover from his cheeks to his eyes.

Won Hee-yeon immediately recognized that Son Yeo-il’s action meant “Do as you please with me.” When the other man’s hand pulled down his pajama pants and underwear together, Son Yeo-il’s lower abdomen trembled.

This is crazy. When did I get like this?

To a degree that made his hesitation seem embarrassing, Son Yeo-il’s organ was fully swollen and raised. It wasn’t just an erection—fluid was flowing from the tip, making the base all sticky.

Far from being disgusted by the messy sight, Won Hee-yeon breathed heavily as if such a sight enticed him even more. The discarded clothing flew aside, and just as Won Hee-yeon’s hands were widely spreading Son Yeo-il’s thighs—

“What? Everyone’s gathered? I’m almost home now.”

Son Yeo-il was startled by the sudden voice of an unfamiliar man. It sounded as if someone was talking right next to them, but in fact, it was coming from the corridor. Someone living on the second floor seemed to be talking on the phone while returning home.

Right. The soundproofing here is really terrible.

Son Yeo-il lowered his hands that had been covering his eyes to cover his mouth. He hadn’t made loud sounds so far due to embarrassment, but he worried if someone had indeed heard him groaning just now.

“It’s annoying. It’s late too. I’ll just go in.”

The neighbor in the corridor spoke as if grumbling and opened his front door. At the creaking sound of the door opening, Won Hee-yeon, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, adjusted his grip on Son Yeo-il’s thighs. He seemed poised to pounce on Son Yeo-il as soon as the neighbor entered his home.

Son Yeo-il, highly tense at the moment, listened for signs of movement outside. The neighbor, who had been lingering as if uncertain whether to enter his home, seemed to change his mind and walked down the corridor again with heavy steps.

“Ah, okay, okay. So where did you say?”

As the man’s voice and footsteps faded away, Won Hee-yeon, thinking that it was now okay, tried to feel the inside of Son Yeo-il’s thighs. Son Yeo-il endured the ticklish sensation and grabbed his wrist.

“Someone will hear us.”

“He’s gone.”

Won Hee-yeon continued fidgeting with his hand as if he couldn’t bear it any longer. As he said, the sounds from the corridor had disappeared, but Son Yeo-il’s expression still showed signs of anxiety.

“Still. The soundproofing here is terrible. Haven’t you heard my sounds from next door?”

“Ah, those sounds are pleasant to hear.”

As if he had no intention of hiding the fact that he had been eavesdropping on Son Yeo-il’s sounds from next door, Won Hee-yeon smiled contentedly even in this type of situation. Normally, he would have rebuked him with “You pervert!”, but now he was about to roll around with that pervert of his own free will, so he couldn’t point out such trivial matters.

“Any sound we make now will be heard outside too.”

“So what? Are you afraid someone will say something?”

Typically, when having sex in a studio with poor soundproofing, one might be criticized the next day with the neighbor’s WiFi name changed to “Room 202 Power Sex” or a Post-it note saying “Please have sex more quietly” stuck on the front door, but this case would be different.

The people living in this building were quite conscious of Won Hee-yeon. Not only did they flinch and adopt a polite attitude whenever he passed by, but now there were people who straightened their posture and backed away when they saw Son Yeo-il as well.

It seemed everyone had guessed Won Hee-yeon’s identity and considered him and Son Yeo-il a couple. This also meant that no matter how loud they were today, no one would dare confront them.

But whether they would be criticized or not, he didn’t want to do it where multiple ears could hear them. After having his first experience while completely drunk, the next one would be a live broadcast to the neighbors? Son Yeo-il stubbornly shook his head.

“S-Still, not here.”

“Urrrgh.”

Won Hee-yeon let out a low groan as if extremely dissatisfied. Unable to control his strength, he gripped Son Yeo-il’s thigh so tightly that it would leave a red handprint, then startled, quickly removed his hand. He was like a wild beast that had accidentally raised its claws against its zookeeper and was startled by its own action.

It was a rare sight of him losing his composure. Normally, he would have smiled and backed off before Son Yeo-il could even express his dislike, but now he seemed regretful, fidgeting and not knowing where to place his slightly trembling hands.

His desire to soothe the spot where his handprint remained and his worry that touching Son Yeo-il would make it harder to resist were palpable. Son Yeo-il found this curious, and even a bit touching and heart-fluttering.

“It can’t be helped. Still.”

Son Yeo-il patted Won Hee-yeon’s shoulder as if soothing a gentle, large beast. Even such a calm touch seemed to be a stimulus, as Won Hee-yeon let out a short sigh, “Ah,” and then made an expression of acceptance.

“I understand. Then…”

At the thought that he would now get off him, Son Yeo-il felt both a sense of relief and regret wash through him. After that, he let out a short sigh..

“I’ll have to do it by myself then.”

Huh? At Won Hee-yeon’s sudden words, Son Yeo-il was dumbfounded, and in the meantime, Won Hee-yeon began fumbling with his pants to take them off.

“Whew, my dick is about to burst.”

“What are you doing?”

“Why? Can’t I shake my pepper in my own home?”

“P-Pep…”

At Won Hee-yeon’s words, Son Yeo-il became absent-minded again, mumbling just the letter “P” sound repeatedly. Won Hee-yeon, with eyes that seemed half-crazed, added more boldly, “Say something, Attorney. Isn’t jerking off in your own home legal?”

It was…legal. In fact, strictly speaking, even having sex in your own home, even if it made some noise, wasn’t illegal either. Son Yeo-il was truly at a loss for words.

Clearly, Son Yeo-il was the lawyer and he was just a former gangster, but he had never cleanly won an argument against Won Hee-yeon. This time too, Son Yeo-il just blinked his eyes, while Won Hee-yeon maintained a confident attitude as if he had completed some legal consultation.

When Won Hee-yeon pulled down his pajama pants, his engorged member, which had been threatening to tear through the front, popped out and made a “thwong” sound. Son Yeo-il reflexively turned his eyes to look between the other man’s legs.

Wow.

He barely managed to suppress voicing his amazement, but he couldn’t hide his shocked expression. The volume he felt when it touched or rubbed against his skin was on a whole different dimension than from seeing it directly with his own eyes.

Like Won Hee-yeon’s face, which seemed both menacing and handsome, his manhood gave a similar impression. The dark red, glistening head, thick and coarse-looking pubic hair, and thick veins protruding in various places gave an imposing feeling, but the shape of the shaft was clearly straight and sleek.

I almost got screwed by that.

It was a wise choice to draw the line saying they couldn’t do it here. In all likelihood, the process of that size entering his body could not have proceeded quietly. Even on the first day, he must have screamed considerably, as his throat had stung the next day.

Then, would it be okay somewhere where he could make noise? Would there ever come a day when he would “get familiar” with such an obscenely large cock? While Son Yeo-il couldn’t take his eyes off it with such questions in mind, Woon Hee-yeon wrapped his hand around his erect member.

“Yes. Look at it. Hoo…I like it when you watch.”

He mumbled shamelessly, then stroked his cock up and down, making a “tak, tak” sound.

Could there be another such strange situation in the world? Son Yeo-il was lying with his pants off on someone else’s bed, knees raised and legs half spread, while the owner of the bed was sitting as if kneeling at his feet, pleasuring himself.

For someone who had acted as if he couldn’t bear it any longer, Won Hee-yeon showed no sign of haste. He merely shook his shaft slowly, as if savoring Son Yeo-il’s gaze and his own touch. Perhaps because of this, all his movements felt vivid. Each time he moved his hand, the veins protruding in his lower abdomen wriggled along, and his thick, firm thighs stood tautly in place.

While Son Yeo-il didn’t know what to do, Won Hee-yeon, who was doing the embarrassing act in front of him, stared straight into Son Yeo-il’s eyes like a madman. It was as if Won Hee-yeon’s dirty thoughts were clearly visible beyond his black pupils.

“Hm, how is it, looking at it. Huh? Hoo, is it worth loving?”

Son Yeo-il still couldn’t say anything. He just blankly watched as the other man rubbed his leaking urethra with his thumb.

The sticky moisture spread roundly over the glans, wetting Won Hee-yeon’s palm. When he caressed the shaft’s foreskin with his wet hand, a different sound was heard from before. The sound of water spreading, the sound of slick sliding and rubbing.

As Won Hee-yeon began to move his hand a bit faster, Son Yeo-il unconsciously imagined those fingers touching him. He wondered if it had looked as messy and erotic when he had touched his body earlier. How did it feel? At that time, clearly…

“Haah.”

Son Yeo-il was lost in strange flights of fancy when Won Hee-yeon shifted his knees on the floor and moved closer to him. He was startled when he felt the other man’s knee gently pressing against his lower body.

“Why, why?”

“Because you were looking so suggestively.”

Won Hee-yeon’s voice had become lower and more sinister. Son Yeo-il knew his gaze had been obvious, so he couldn’t deny it. If he had honestly retorted, “I was looking that way because you were acting that way,” it would be like pouring oil on a fire.

“Um, I’m…sorry.”

“No. Look all you want. Who would say anything about you looking at what’s yours? Won Hee-yeon’s manhood belongs to my husband.”

While responding glibly, Won Hee-yeon also stared at the space between Son Yeo-il’s legs. Somehow, Son Yeo-il’s organ had become fully engorged. It had partially softened from the surprise of hearing sounds in the corridor earlier, but now it had risen again without him fully noticing it.

The distance between them had gradually narrowed and now almost disappeared. Won Hee-yeon was looking down at Son Yeo-il’s manhood from directly above his body. He had a pleased expression as if the thing twitching in the air was an adorable roly-poly doll.

“No, wait. Eek.”

Even as they spoke, Won Hee-yeon’s hand continued to grip and shake his own member. When Won Hee-yeon’s glans swayed and brushed against his perineum, Son Yeo-il gasped in alarm and held his breath. Whether he had touched him deliberately or it happened because they had gotten so close didn’t matter—the result was the same.

Won Hee-yeon’s knuckles, moving without restraint, kept bumping against Son Yeo-il’s scrotum and inner thighs. Blood rushed to where they touched, making Son Yeo-il’s breathing quicken again.

“Oh my. It’s hard for you, isn’t it?”

“Stop, please…Ah, hn!”

Won Hee-yeon thrust his hips forward a bit more and released his hand. The two stiffly erect columns stuck together and throbbed regularly. Though Son Yeo-il glared at Won Hee-yeon in surprise, he panted while continuing his sophistry.

“Just leaving it, huff, I’m worried our husband’s testicles might burst. When times are tough, hnn, we should help each other.”

“What? Mmph, what are you…saying…”

“Oh my, the members are getting along so well, whew, it’s nice to see, isn’t it?”

With their organs touching, Won Hee-yeon began to move his hips as if thrusting. The two erect organs rubbed intensely between Son Yeo-il’s and Won Hee-yeon’s lower abdomens. Faced with this unexpected development, Son Yeo-il couldn’t move an inch.

Unfamiliar and dizzying sensations poured over Son Yeo-il. The feeling of something hard and thick fidgeting against him, the feeling of bodily fluids being smeared damply, the feeling of coarse hair scraping against skin.

Won Hee-yeon completely lowered his upper body, overlapping his body with Son Yeo-il’s. His skilled hands supported the back of Son Yeo-il’s neck as it moved up and down. As his head was naturally fixed in place, they locked eyes intensely.

Now Won Hee-yeon’s lips approached. The lips that had rubbed randomly against Son Yeo-il’s nose bridge, cheek, and ear took his earlobe into his mouth. The wet sound of him licking his ear filled his mind, making Son Yeo-il feel as if his consciousness might fly away at any given moment.