SWAP 118

It was a remark that didn’t just pour gasoline on his barely restrained lower half; it was a direct hit. Saheon, involuntarily muttering a curse, thrust his hips up roughly. Unlike a moment ago when he had joked that he was only rubbing lightly like child’s play, the veins on the back of his hand pressing down on that slim waist bulged prominently. His heated member throbbed, growing even larger in size.

Lee Seoul, having erotic imaginations about him.

The mere thought was arousing, but seeing him confess it so innocently with his own mouth made Saheon’s head spin. Since Seoul had always seemed completely uninterested in such things, it was a confession he hadn’t even anticipated.

Acting like a prim model student with that dainty face, and yet, fuck.

He was actually having those kinds of thoughts inside….

Feeling an impulse to put him in his mouth right now and chew him up bit by bit, Saheon ground his molars together and let out a seething sigh. He felt like he would only find some peace after mincing him up and shoving him into his stomach.

While Saheon gritted his teeth, realizing the fact that excessive possessiveness could be substituted for an appetite, the one dying now was Seoul. At Saheon’s suddenly roughened movements, he had no choice but to hang onto the neck he was embracing and let out a crying sound.

As if to literally carry out the shocking suggestion to gauge the size carefully because he would rub it for him, the heavy pillar that had only been rubbing up and down was now thrusting against his perineum as well as the sensitive base. Because his waist was pressed down, his erect penis was already in contact with Saheon’s abdomen. Seoul, his cheeks flushed bright red, shook his head and released one of his embracing arms to reach behind him. Then, with trembling fingertips, he gently stroked the back of Saheon’s hand that was pressing into his waist and spoke.

“Heon-ah, this… ugh! Don’t, don’t press down…. Mm?”

“……. Ha.”

“Ah, hng, why, why are you pressing harder….”

He pleaded desperately, but what returned was a grip that pressed down twice as hard.

Unable to endure any longer, Seoul collapsed forward onto Saheon, and his face turned distressed as he ended up rubbing his dick against him.

Due to the continuous friction, his wet T-shirt rolled upward. Glancing down, his eyes met the sight of abs that looked firm just by looking at them. At the sight of his own lower half, its outline revealed through the wet fabric, being rubbed haphazardly as if he were masturbating, Seoul—who was flushed all the way to his ear tips—had just closed his eyes.

With a hot sigh, Saheon buried his face in Seoul’s neck and whispered in a low voice. Even though it was a vehicle with a spacious back seat, it felt completely full with two tall adult men entangled.

“Lee Seoul, you’re doing this on purpose…. Right?”

“Heuu, what am I….”

“Speak honestly. Is rolling around in a car your preference? You imagined having sex with me in a car. That’s why you’re doing this. Isn’t it?”

At the tone of the question, which was filled with near certainty that it couldn’t be anything else, the bewildered and aggrieved Seoul hurriedly shook his head. Rolling around in a car. This wasn’t even indoors, and who knew who might see… how could he…

The mere imagination made him timid enough to deny it, but Saheon, who had seen clearly yet chose to feign ignorance, continued talking. Should I have gotten a bigger car? Or do you like being tucked away in a narrow space more? Did you want to do it while sitting on top like this? Thinking about having car-sex with your lover with that innocent face….

Because he let him be, the messy suspicions grew in an instant.

The startled Seoul shook his head once more and opened his mouth.

“It’s not….”

“It’s not?”

“Yeah…, mm-hmm!”

“Then what did you imagine? How did we hook up? I’ll do every single thing you imagined in your head without leaving anything out, so tell me. Hmm? How many erotic thoughts did you have with this tiny head, Seoul-ah….”

At a glance, it sounded like a question, but in reality, it was closer to a monologue babbled while feverish with heat. Saheon, breathing heavily, began to lick Seoul’s neck right in front of him as he pleased. When the thick tongue made a shik sound, sweeping over the white skin damp with sweat, Seoul flinched his shoulders and tried to lift his head. However, a step faster, Saheon firmly wrapped his hand around the back of Seoul’s neck and made him bury his face in his shoulder.

After that, moaning whimpers and the sound of sucking continued for a long time. Like a dog eating a favorite snack, Saheon clung to the slender neck, licking and pestering it with his tongue, and unable to hold back, he repeatedly kissed it with mwah, mwah sounds. Before long, he opened his mouth.

Thump-thump. He bit down—hap—with his lips onto the spot where the heavily fluctuating pulse could be felt directly. When he made sip, slurp sounds on purpose, Seoul, who had tightened his thighs, squirmed. It wasn’t winter when he could wear a turtleneck, and if he left a mark, there was no natural way to cover it. Seoul, who barely regained his senses, struggled and said he couldn’t, so Saheon, who had bitten down hard on the soft skin with his lips, muttered with half-languid eyes.

“I want to bite it with my teeth….”

“No, you… can’t…. Heu. Our filming….”

“Ha, how much is the penalty fee.”

“Ugh, I said you can’t. You dummy….”

“How am I supposed to endure this for four days. I can’t be stuck in the bathroom the whole time….”

At the tone of him grinding his teeth as if the thought alone was bleak, Seoul—who was busy trying to soothe him—also shut his mouth for a moment. It was a fact that he also felt regretful, so he had nothing to say. That is, he didn’t necessarily mean this kind of intense skinship…. He felt like the situation where they had to be cautious even if they wanted to stick close together would be frustrating.

In truth, they felt the same way.

Feeling sorry that he was only rebuking Saheon, Seoul lifted his head from the shoulder where he had been buried.

Then, he turned his chin to the side and gave a kiss—mwah—on Saheon’s neck in the same way. For a second, the strength in the hands that had been embracing him loosened. Realizing this, Seoul moved his lips stealthily and made a transparent path of cherry blossoms—mwah, mwah, mwah—over the beautifully prominent sternocleidomastoid muscle. As he pressed his lips firmly onto the hollow of the masseter muscle while moving upward like scattering petals, the strength had already completely drained from Saheon’s hands, which had been pressing down on his neck and waist.

Mwah. After kissing his cheek as well, he lifted his head and could finally see his face. For some reason, there wasn’t a single point of light in the black eyes that always sparkled so prettily. Meeting the gaze that was loosely half-open like someone possessed, Seoul whispered in a soft voice.

“I’m sorry for just saying ‘no’ all the time…. But we can’t irresponsibly be the only ones to drop out. Not many days are left, and the Director even set aside time for us separately like this today because he was worried about you….”

“…….”

“Thanks to that, the misunderstanding was cleared up…, and things turned out well for us. Anyway, once this is over, we’ll be together the whole time….”

He was just about to say that they could stay together.

However, before he could put a period to the sentence, his mouth was blocked by the lunging Saheon.

He licked the slightly parted lips, bit them without causing pain, and then tangled their tongues together messily for a good while. Because Saheon prodded and rubbed only the pleasurable spots, Seoul’s lower half, which was already stiffly erect, was now twitching to a dangerous degree. Fearing he might make a mistake inside the car, Seoul held Saheon’s cheeks with both hands. Saheon, who had completely unfocused eyes and his wet tongue sticking out, muttered.

“Fine. I said fine…. I’ll go, okay? Just a little bit more….”

“No….”

“Come here and open your mouth, Lee Seoul.”

As his waist was jerked forward as if pleading not to be teased, a warning light went off. Seoul, having judged that he couldn’t go any further, lowered his flushed eyes and muttered in a small, crawling voice.

“…I can’t hold back….”

“You can’t hold back wha—.”

Saheon, who had been staring obsessively only at the lips, let his gaze slide down—jooreuk. Noticing where he was looking, Seoul hurriedly pulled his T-shirt down to cover his lower half. It was a natural reaction, and he could feel Saheon’s own erection beneath him as well, but he couldn’t help being embarrassed.

Only then did a sense of reality half-return, and Seoul became mindful of his damp clothes. Realizing they had parked haphazardly in some unknown place and were making this kind of fuss, embarrassment rushed in twofold.

Fortunately, no signs of people could be felt outside the car window where heavy rain was pouring…, but one never knows. It was at the moment when the suddenly anxious Seoul shifted his body. Saheon, who was thinking that covering something obvious with clothes was actually more erotic, muttered nonchalantly.

“I can just swallow it.”

And with that, he reached out his hand as if he were going to pull off Seoul’s pants right away.

Understanding what that meant only a few seconds later, Seoul, with a terrified face, jumped and practically tumbled off Saheon’s thighs. Just the fact that he had done this much outside was the greatest deviation of his life, but that, that… to do that kind of thing…. He couldn’t even imagine it, and his heart thundered as if it would burst.

“You’ll get hurt.”

“S-s-swallow what, swallow…!”

“What do you think.”

“…….”

Seoul’s face turned into a distressed one.

Saheon, who clicked his tongue lowly at the way Seoul acted as if he would run out of the car door right now, grabbed the thin waist with his forearm. He didn’t particularly intend to force it, and the reaction—acting like he would faint before even reaching climax—left Saheon dumbfounded.

Of course.

Seeing him acting like this over just a blowjob, Saheon could roughly guess the level of the imaginations Lee Seoul claimed to have had. It was obvious he must have imagined sex where they acted quiet and dignified. Still, the effort was quite commendable for Lee Seoul….

“Fine, it’s a joke.”

But what should I do.

My imagination is much more filthy.