He grabbed the back of my neck in one hand like he meant to squeeze, then spread his fingers and felt straight down. Drawing a wide curve over the smooth shirt to my lower belly, he worked the belt buckle open one-handed with practiced ease and pulled down the zipper.
The moment the zipper split into a V, his hand pushed in fast beneath my briefs.
“U—hhn...”
At the feel of fingers wrapping my cock, I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. His big hand kneading my sex inside the underwear made such bulk that my pants, nudged lower and lower, dropped off my ankles with a thud.
Reflexively I looked down, and through the briefs I could see plainly the movement of his hand skimming my shaft. The sight, somehow dirtier than if it were bare, made my skin throb.
The fact of his hand disappearing into my briefs felt like a symbol of secret friction, of the act itself—sex itself.
Bracing an elbow on the glass with the arm that wasn’t groping my underwear, he pressed his lips to my ear.
“I thought this last time too.”
Rubbing my shaft from the root with his whole palm, he kept talking in a roughened voice.
“You’re bigger than I expected.”
I leaned my forehead to his shoulder, solid in front of me like a wall, and shook my head.
“Why, at this size it’s big, it is.”
There’s no need to compare it to mine. If you compare to me, anyone ends up looking small. With a hot tongue he teased the curves of my ear and added in a mischievous voice. He sounded like he was joking, but I couldn’t laugh. Even as a joke, what he said was also true.
All I could do was twitch my shoulders, my hearing growing wetter and sharper.
“You look like someone who just stepped out of a shower, and once I got you undressed your cock was big too, so you felt like you’d be really into it... and then you were grinding it all over my belly... God, that was filthy.”
I shook my head hard again. I didn’t know if I wanted to deny his words or make him stop whispering things like that at my ear. But the truth was, neither the content nor the whispering itself was unpleasant.
With my head lowered, my eyes fixed on his hand working inside my briefs. My shoulders hitched like I was going to cry. I clapped one hand over my mouth and grabbed his side with the other. The arm he had braced on the window over my shoulder gently but firmly pulled my hand off my mouth. Deep inside my briefs, his fingertips flicked my balls. My hips jerked and twisted.
“Don’t just say I’m wrong... tell me what you thought of mine. You were staring holes in it.”
“...”
“Look up.”
At the soft command, I forced my forehead off his shoulder. Smack. Smack. His mouth came at once, swallowed mine, pressed as if to squeeze out juice, and let go. At this point I couldn’t tell if these lips were mine or his. From all the continued sucking, they felt swollen, and even when he wasn’t on me I still felt his mouth.
He pressed his forehead to mine so I couldn’t lower my head again and nuzzled the tip of his nose against me. At this distance there was no room at all to dodge his scent and catch a breath.
“How was mine.”
“Hh... hhp.”
The feel of his broad palm pushing past my balls and deep between my thighs knocked my breathing wholly out of rhythm.
The repeated, grinding friction below both showed his own arousal and dragged mine—still hesitating out of everyday habit—roughly beyond the line of reason.
To keep from collapsing, I slid my hand up from his side to his shoulder. The arm rubbing me below with the strength of lifting me up was bunched rock-hard. I could tell he was holding himself back a lot.
But the movement of his hand, wanting a frank confession, stayed blatant. As the in-and-out quickened, my legs spread in an awkward crouch. It was a ridiculous posture, but neither of us laughed. If anything, that indecent posture only heightened the arousal, as if it spelled out the sexual symbolism of what we were doing.
“B—big... it was big....”
And the arousal finally forced my mouth open.
“That all?”
He grinned right in front of me, looking oddly delighted. The hand sliding in and out between my thighs kept calling up images—insertion, thrusting, sex—and my mind was tipping over.
Each time his palm pushed past below and back toward the cleft of my ass, my body jolted with the force. Slick with the precum leaking from my cock, his palm heated the tender skin below with every rub. My heels lifted on their own.
I lunged and wrapped my arms around his neck. If I were honest, this would get easier. He’d stop tormenting me.
“I wanted to touch it....”
It was the beginning of confession. I clung tighter around his neck so he couldn’t see my face.
“I thought it was dirty... I was turned on too.”
Deep inside, the memory of the twisted pleasure from whispering a forbidden word in his ear—and the sweet praise he’d poured out at the end—egged me on.
“It looked like it existed for sex... just watching it in the dark made it tingle between my legs... ngh.”
I had to bite down and break off.
The hand that had been rubbing my perineum was working my closed anus. He didn’t push in, but the pressure was enough that he could at any moment. If the angle of the push shifted a little, it felt like a fingernail would pierce inside.
“...What is sex.”
“...”
His breath huffed like he was angry at a kid mouthing off without even knowing what sex is. He turned his head and bit my ear, then lightly scratched around my anus. The primal itch, like he was scraping an organ in my belly, made me do the unbelievable—clutching his neck, I shook my hips in a noisy hurry.
He shoved my underwear down any which way.
Soaked and messy from his handling, my cock was exposed, and I dragged it myself over his, through his clothes. It was a run of unbelievable things, but I had no choice except to accept that this was me—at least part of me.
Looks like someone who just came out of the shower, and once you strip him his cock is big so he seems like he’ll be greedy—that was his read on me in bed; and whatever was going on, I didn’t dislike the way he looked at me like that.
He was hard too, his fly drawn tight and bulging.
The clear shape suggested by the heavy swell made my head go white with excitement. He gripped my ass in both hands and twisted the flesh while I writhed, breathing high and giddy.
“I want to put it in....”
The words came like swallowing pain, one bead at a time.
“You know what I mean, right? I want to penetrate you, Seo Ihyeon.”
His urgent, yearning whisper pulled a moan out of me. I parted my lips, and he turned his head and sucked my lower lip. At the same time, with a hand slick with my fluid, he slid between my cheeks and rubbed circles over my anus.
“Inside here... that bulging spot. Can I find it and grind it with my cock?”
“S—stop....”
The arousal hurt, and I turned my head away. He chased at once and took my mouth, as if not allowing me to look aside. He swallowed my upper and lower lip at once and sucked again and again. While he swallowed me, sucked me, and raked through me, I was now, myself, a part of his scent.
“Why? That’s sex. You said mine was made for that. Then I should do it for you.”
The curses went longer than his usual short fuck. In my fog I couldn’t be sure, the foreign words spilling fast, but it sounded like he wanted to wreck me completely.
He seized my ass so hard the flesh smarted and hauled my cheeks apart, stretching the unseen ring to the side.
“I can’t hold it. I want to put it in right now, move, and... have sex with you.”
It was the voice of a man frantic for penetration and release. The fact I was the object of that hunger made my insides throb. I wanted his penetration and release too—I wanted it to happen through me.
■ ■ ■
He threw me onto a pristine white bed made up without a trace. It felt like I sank into thousands of feathers and rose again.
He looked down at me—shirt on, bottom bare, cock jutting from beneath the hem—and stripped fast at the side of the bed.
The bedroom was dim with no extra lights on, yet bright enough to make everything out. Even so, showing all of himself, he wasn’t the least bit abashed.
His muscles, knotted hard with arousal and lift, were like trained armor. It amazed me how a body that muscular could look sleek in a suit. ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ Some of that was the virtue of a fine suit that makes you look at least one size smaller, I guess, but the long limbs’ proportions couldn’t be ignored either. It was an ideal, beautiful body.
Without the slightest awkwardness or shyness, he stood facing me straight on and pushed his hand into the last garment on him—his boxer briefs.
In the briefs stretched to their limit, his cock stood so hard the outline was cut sharp, curving to the right. Stroking himself from balls to tip inside, he worked the underwear down with his fingers.
The briefs rolled down on an angle, and above the black hair rising from his navel, a half-hard cock sprang free from its confinement and bobbed, nodding slowly under its own weight.
It was a cock that made it feel like sex had already started just by looking at it.
If I hadn’t had last time, I wouldn’t have believed that that was only half-hard.
He climbed onto the bed on his knees, slowly stroking from balls to glans as if a little showy. Looking up at him as he closed the distance, I worked open my shirt buttons. Propped on an elbow, it wasn’t easy to do one-handed. The sight of his naked body, layered over the arousal that had been building since the living room, made it worse.
Watching my hands shake on the little buttons, he crawled toward me on all fours across the mattress and kissed me. I stopped unbuttoning and answered the kiss.
“They’re swollen.”
He sucked my lower lip and let it go with a snap as he whispered.
Without meaning to, I touched my mouth with my fingertips. The countless sucking and biting he’d done left my lips hotter and fuller than usual.
“Well. I did suck them a bit too much.”
He laughed, conceding his own relentlessness. But it wasn’t a regret. He sealed our mouths again right away.
“Mm—nn...”
This time it was more forceful, like a push.
He wedged a thigh under mine as I sat back leaning, and I looped my arms around his neck to keep from falling. The unpredictable motions of that wet, living flesh rubbing and tangling with my tongue dragged a groan out of me.
His kiss felt like he’d dissolved his fragrance into saliva, and every time I swallowed it, that singular scent soaked into me and raced through my body in my blood. Not just my nose—inside me, too—I was getting drenched in his scent.
It was like a highly addictive drug I couldn’t get enough of, so I swallowed the saliva he poured into me, sweet. His scent never got familiar, never settled; it kept the first shock alive the whole time, like some mysterious reaction beyond the sense of smell.
Steeped in that scent, his tongue blocked my mouth entirely. I had no choice but to clamp down and suck his tongue to squeeze room for oxygen.
With one arm he wrapped my waist; with the other he fumbled and snapped off a couple of the buttons I hadn’t managed to undo, like they were a bother. His palm dove for my chest at once.
The touch that pinched and pulled the flesh of my erect nipple—soft on the outside but with a hard little core—between forefinger and thumb made my lower back go stiff. I twisted our pressed mouths deeper while clenching him tighter around the neck. It was like I was begging him to touch me harder.
Maybe that turned him on; inside my mouth he began shaking his tongue side to side. The obscene stirring made a moan boil up from deep in my throat.
One side of my shirt fell back over my shoulder. He bit the bared shoulder and went straight down to my chest. With his tongue pointed hard, he teased the soft nipple, bending it this way and that.
“Uun...”
I bit my lip to stifle the sounds squeezing out. One arm still gripped his neck; with the other I braced behind me to hold my upper body up.
He only flicked upward from below, tap-tap, and refused to give as much stimulation as I wanted, and I had to rub the sheet with my toes.
Looking down at his lush lashes focused on my nipple, I finally thrust one side of my chest further toward him. His gaze lifted.
Even with my stiff nipple touching his mouth, he didn’t open up; he just looked at me. I rubbed my nipple on his lips myself, twisting my shoulders back and forth, while the hand around his neck toyed with the hard-packed shoulder and the nape.
Looking down on me like that, his face struck me anew: he was stunningly handsome. The fact that by rubbing my nipple on that flawless face I was asking him for a sexual response... suddenly felt dirtier than any direct act done during sex.
“Do it for me...”
The whisper of honest pleading was aching.
