CH 9.7

Although there were squelching sounds whenever I licked and dug into the bottom wet with saliva, I didn’t feel gross at all. Massaging Yeon Woojeong’s completely erect penis, I sucked around the entrance. Suddenly, there was a laugh.

“Is it delicious?”

“…”

“What does a clean freak like you, ah… there. Do that again. Nnh, haah… think, when you eagerly, lick my bottom?”

“I learned everything, from you.”

“I don’t think so. I think you were born with it.”

His voice was full of teasing tones. When I scratched his balls with my fingertip, Yeon Woojeong’s hip jolted. It was cute when he flinched and his inner flesh showed little by little every time I squeezed my tongue. Even Yeon Woojeong didn’t know it was like this here. I felt joy knowing a fact I alone knew.

I inserted my finger inside the wet place. I entered inside, poking the inner flesh. I felt thirsty feeling the wall flinching according to my touch. I was determined to not be hasty, but the penis inside my pants was about to explode. I bit my lips and inserted one more finger.

My other hand wrapped the tip of Yeon Woojeong’s member. Suddenly remembering Yeon Woojeong’s hand handling the gear, I rubbed it like that, and Yeon Woojeong rolled his ass and moaned.

He had his head stuck in his forearm. When I lowered down my body and bit his earlobe, curious of what kind of face he was making, he twisted his head and looked at me. Whenever I saw the eyes that were completely soft and gave a subtle gaze, an indescribable feeling and desire surged. Yeon Woojeong stuck out his tongue. Laughter flowed when I rushed to suck it.

The inner flesh was dry, unlike when it was smeared with gel. The hole seemed hotter due to the dry friction. The more I poked inside, the more the frequency of his legs tightened. The flesh that connected his hips and waist was like a dimple.

I looked at Yeon Woojeong’s wrist. The number wandered around a fixed rate, but still, it was around the high rate.

“Ah!”

Yeon Woojeong gasped and tried to move away when I rubbed his glans with my thumb and poked his inner flesh as much as I could. He, someone with many experiences, always tried to run away when the stimulation got intense. It was mostly when he was near ejaculating. Does he know it makes me want to detain and ram him harder whenever he does that?

I stuck my lips near Yeon Woojeong’s ear and then kissed his lips. He let out a breath mixed with moans. His lips grazed my cheek. He kissed my cheek a few times, making soft sounds. 

He didn’t look pretty, but I felt he was pretty. Is this why Yeon Woojeong said I’m pretty? Because he feels the same way as me?

The inside of the Benz was hot, filled with Yeon Woojeong’s breath and moans. I rubbed my cheeks on his nape and put more force in my hand ramming him.

“Ah. Ah. Haah…”

Yeon Woojeong moved his hand and suddenly grabbed my wrist. When I scratched his inner wall so that his hand couldn’t move anymore, he trembled briefly. Soon, my palm felt hot. The semen poured out by Yeon Woojeong was in my palm.

He rolled over, letting out a languid breath. I looked around to look for tissues and then I opened the glove box. There was a pile of tissues that seemed to have been received at a gas station. I was trying to pull up Yeon Woojeong’s loosened pants after taking a tissue and wiping my hands.

“What are you doing? Put it in.”

“Huh?”

“Put it in, Jiho.”

“… I won’t do it.”

“Why?”

I had no idea why he was being like this when I was holding back despite my desire running wild. I had to immediately go to the bathroom and take care of mine once he left.

“We have no time, Jiho. It’s not convincing to back down when your cock is fully erect.”

“… I don’t want to go that far.”

I realized it once I put in my fingers. It was clear it would not be easy without gel. I didn’t want to make him in pain today.

Yeon Woojeong raised the corner of his lips. It was his unique ridiculing smile.

“Dear Mr. Kim Jiho who doesn’t want to go that far.”

“…”

“What do we do? I want to go that far.”

After saying that, Yeon Woojeong gathered his forefinger and middle finger, then put them into his mouth. He then brought his hand down after sucking them extremely. Yeon Woojeong looked straight at me while shoving his fingers inside his hole. 

The bent fingers poked inside. Yeon Woojeong threw back his head and let out a long breath. My breath got rougher looking at him. The wriggling fingers that disappeared through the orifice. The protruding veins in the back of his hand. 

The gulping sound rang loudly. I grabbed and pulled Yeon Woojeong’s wrist. I saw the puckering hole under the disappearing hand. After removing his hand, I unbuckled my pants. When I took out my penis, Yeon Woojeong laughed haughtily. That laugh angered me.

“Mr. Yeon, you are bad.”

“Oh my. Did I get caught?”

He acted annoyingly again. But what was more annoying was that he looked lovely even though he did that. With resentment, I clasped his buttocks vigorously with both hands. Yeon Woojeong leaned his head slowly on the headrest.

When I opened the entrance to the fullest, the narrow hole showed its path. Although it looked so tight, I knew I could go in when I pushed my thing. I had endured for a long time. My penis felt like exploding.

I rubbed the entrance with my glans and then slowly inserted it. Ah. It was so tight. Opening my closed eyes, I pushed my hip into the tightening bottom. Yeon Woojeong was also creasing his forehead. It might be better to take it out. It was a wrong decision to push it more, but I couldn’t pull it out now.

“Ah, Mr. Yeon… Can’t you relax?”

Yeon Woojeong laughed with his forehead creased at my words. I felt his body relax a bit. I lowered my head and then kissed his neck. I sucked his lips and rubbed his skin. The moment Yeon Woojeong’s body completely relaxed, I pushed my penis to the end. 

“Ah…!”

“Gh.”

He held my penis so tightly. There was no gap, and perhaps because there was no condom, I felt Yeon Woojeong’s inside vividly. It seemed like it was pounding down there.

I wanted to move. I wanted to ram the parched inside mercilessly. I was facing the very deep part of Yeon Woojeong, which no one had reached, without any obstacles. My head was hot despite not being angry. I moved my hip roughly, imagining making a mess of Yeon Woojeong’s inside, and then I moved my hand down and shoved it inside Yeon Woojeong’s shirt.

I touched the palpitating abdomen carefully. Mr. Yeon. I called him like that through my mouth, and I called his name inside. It felt like my body expanded at the sensation of being connected thoroughly with Yeon Woojeong. It felt like everything was full. I wished Yeon Woojeong also felt the same. 

My palm groped his chest and then I pinched the nipple caught by my fingers. Yeon Woojeong shook when I twisted and rubbed it. At the stimulus applied as he moved, we blew out a sound at the same time. 

I kissed Yeon Woojeong all over the place—neck, ears, cheeks. There was an intention to ease him up, but I just felt like doing it. It would be good if there would be colors remaining wherever my lips touched. If Yeon Woojeong were a canvas, I wanted to paint him with every color.

“Mr. Yeon, is it hurt?”

Yeon Woojeong lightly shook his head. He moved his hand up and caressed my head. I liked his touch. His composure wasn’t bad.

I rubbed my lips on his neck. It was warm. I did have the desire to bite it, but I also liked this feeling, so I stayed like that.

“Try to move.”

After staying like that for a while, Yeon Woojeong whispered faintly. When I slowly pulled my hip, it felt like the sticking inner flesh let out a smooching sound. A clear pain and intense pleasure came together. I was only moving a little, but my skin stung faster than usual.

There was a rustling sound when my hand inside his shirt moved. Even the small sound was heard loud. His body felt hotter.

I moved my hip lightly and carefully. The inner flesh stuck tightly and relaxed following my movements. It didn’t feel like I was being sucked inside the hole, but digging into the closed space. The pressure was inconceivable. I brought my lips to Yeon Woojeong’s cheek. He laughed briefly.

“Feels good?”

“Yeah.”

The answer came out without even thinking. Yeon Woojeong’s hand that was touching my head flinched. Rubbing my head on that palm, I pushed my penis inside. My glans invaded deep inside. The narrow space jolted.

I grabbed Yeon Woojeong’s wrist. I put my finger inside the watch strap and felt his pulse. The number didn’t lie.