CH 128

After that, Sehun helped Yoonshin up as well, making the younger man stand with his knees against the edge of the couch. Instantly, Yoonshin ended up exposing his tented groin in Sehun’s face, making Yoonshin flinch in surprise. Redness slowly rose to his cheeks. Yoonshin could imagine what would come next and knew very well his imaginations would become a reality soon.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” he asked anyway.

“Take it off yourself,” Sehun instructed him instead.

“There’s a surveillance camera at the front door for security. You should know because you also have one in your house. Should I still take this off?” Yoonshin asked in a roundabout manner.

There was no way that Sehun, who was quick on the uptake, would not know why Yoonshin suddenly mentioned the camera. Sehun always kept an escape route for himself—his loophole of evidence—but this time, he couldn’t circumvent the situation. Sehun voluntarily intruded into Yoonshin’s abode and was in the middle of kissing him. If the time they spent so far was a battle of scoping each other out, then this defined the beginning of a more definite relationship.

As expected, Sehun completely understood the consequences of his actions. He pointed to Yoonshin’s pants with his chin. “Strip.”

Reluctantly, Yoonshin carefully undid the buckle of his pants. He pulled down his zipper and spread open the flap of his pants. Above the band of his exposed underwear, the head of his member peeked out. Sehun, the front seat audience, saw this plainly.

His face beet-red, Yoonshin’s hand hovered over his underwear in hesitancy. Sehun gently brushed his fingers up from the base of the younger man’s shaft to the tip and encouraged him. “Show me more. Are you just going to show off your underwear?”

Yoonshin squeezed his eyes shut before pulling down his undergarments. His erect member sprung out shyly into the air. Sehun’s eyes stroked every corner of his privates, from his balls to his shaft. Then, he leaned forward, pressing his lips on the younger man’s scratchy pubic hairs. Yoonshin jumped in surprise, and Sehun stopped him from tipping over by supporting the other’s bottom and back with an arm.

That wasn’t the end of it. Sehun grabbed the hardened shaft with one hand and slipped the tip inside his mouth.

“Ahh! Ugh! W-wait, ugh, Senior Attorney, hgnh!” In disbelief, Yoonshin called the other, but Sehun continued to push the member deeper into his mouth and mumbled something. Yoonshin couldn’t make out what he said exactly—since Sehun replied with the head in his mouth, Yoonshin’s sensitive skin was grazed by the other’s tongue and teeth. Yoonshin gasped sharply and limply fell forward. At the same time, he clutched at the older man’s firm back, crumpling his impeccably pressed shirt.

“Nhg, mmph… N-no,” Yoonshin whined.

Perhaps the refusal itself was the cause, but Sehun caressed the c*ck more intently. He pushed it deep into his throat before pulling out, pushing Yoonshin to the edge of ejaculation. Sehun wrapped his hands around the younger man’s beads, arousing them. As his tip traversed the narrow passageway of Sehun’s throat, Yoonshin felt his desire to release pooling up in the pit of his stomach.

Yoonshin’s mouth gaped, but nothing comprehensible came out. He merely gripped Sehun’s shirt tighter. The veins in his hands protruded out. Regardless, Sehun pushed Yoonshin to the edge of release with his mouth. The squelching of saliva on flesh accompanied the repeated thrusts into the older man’s throat.

“Ngh, stop! S-stop!” Yoonshin’s hips trembled. The sadistic urge to thrust with abandon into Sehun’s mouth swept over him. He couldn’t endure it any longer and yanked Sehun’s head back by his hairs.