HPK 81

I don’t know how I managed to get here. Speeding, sudden stops, even running a red light. The moment the front door opened, I was slammed against the wall and had to receive a shower of kisses.

“Heut, eupp!”

“Haa, ha….”

Taejung devoured my lips like a man possessed. Eventually, my legs gave out and I slumped down, but he followed me without ever breaking the kiss.

“Wait, eut….”

I was so out of breath that I tried to push him away by his shoulders, but his hand gripping my lower jaw tightened. The pressure that gently pressed on the area above my Adam’s apple was filled with his excitement.

Only after I turned my head sideways did our lips finally part. Ragged breaths came pouring out.

“Not here, I, I don’t want to.”

The entryway was spacious, but it was still just an entryway. The chill rising from the marble floor did not warm my body, and my crushed posture was crying out in uncomfortable pain.

“You don’t like this, you don’t like that, you fucking….”

Taejung swore and glared at Wooseung. Unable to calm his excitement the entire way here, he had even shoved his hand between Wooseung’s legs while driving. Each time, Wooseung had desperately grabbed his wrist and shook his head, saying he didn’t want to.

“You think I’m a total pushover, don’t you.”

His thumb, which had slid down my chin, pressed firmly once more above my Adam’s apple. The growling voice was as rough as sandpaper and somewhat thick with breath.

“Fuck, you little shit. Huh?”

Wooseung slowly blinked and met his eyes. Even now, Taejung was obsessively tracking the movement of my pupils. All while spewing a continuous stream of savage and vulgar curses.

“…You’re not a pushover.”

“….”

“I’m just… not as scared as I was at first.”

At the quiet reply, Taejung’s brow twitched and contorted. Soon, his tightly sealed lips parted, and a heated breath, ha, escaped.

“Ha….”

The gently meeting gaze made Taejung flinch without realizing it. The strength in the hand gripping my slender neck, which could be encircled with one hand and still have room, gradually drained away.

It was a strange feeling, like breaking the surface after a long dive, or like experiencing severe seasickness. My head was ringing, my stomach was churning…. My ribs even ached as if I had taken a deep breath. For a moment, Taejung stupidly wondered if he had done drugs today.

‘President, do you like me?’

The thing that had made him unable to move. Even though he had laughed at him for all to see, it wasn’t satisfying at all; instead, it only left a lingering discomfort. Where did the bewilderment, the tension, the anxiety from that time originate?

“Not scared?”

After turning a person’s insides out like that, you say I’m not a pushover, just that you’re not as scared as you were at first?

“…Yes.”

Taejung thought the little shit didn’t know his place. He was unaware that all the while, his own pupils were viciously tracking Wooseung, and that his lower lip was trembling with the desire to kiss him. He also didn’t know that the fingers gripping my neck were continuously stroking my skin.

Everything had always been easy. There had never once been a problem without an answer in his life.

“…Grab on.”

“Pardon?”

“Wrap your arms around my neck. You idiot.”

The voice, deeply sunken and hoarse, commanded. Wooseung blinked slowly before wrapping his arms around the sturdy neck. At the same time, his body was lifted swiftly.

“Ah…!”

The surprised scream was rendered meaningless by the steady hands supporting his butt. His legs, which had been flailing in the air, naturally wrapped around Taejung’s waist. Taejung marched straight to the bedroom and threw Wooseung onto the bed.

“Eut.”

As if he wouldn’t waste even a moment, he immediately pulled off his T-shirt. As his arms, crossed in an X, passed over his head, the muscles writhing with excitement were revealed. The hands unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants were also extremely urgent. He even fumbled a few times.

“What, you think I like you?”

Taejung placed one knee on the bed and stroked his penis up and down. His erection, so hard it nearly touched his navel, already had clear fluid pooling at the tip. Squish, squish. A wet sound quickly followed.

“I’m so fucking sorry, but I don’t like you.”

Wooseung, who had been propping himself up on his elbows, froze. For some reason, Taejung’s words sounded like those of a pouting child.

“What are you looking at.”

When I just stared blankly, he was now nagging me about what I was looking at. Wooseung pushed the bedding away with his feet and retreated a little. He wanted to observe him more closely from a distance.

But his ankle was caught right away, and he was dragged down with a slide. The distance he had created became meaningless as the other man became abruptly closer.

“I said I don’t like you.”

With rough and hurried hands, Taejung stripped his clothes off, almost tearing them. His voice, repeating the words, was also full of petulance. He was like a child lying because his lie had been found out or because he didn’t want to be teased.

Stripped in an instant, Wooseung lay naked beneath him. His legs were quickly spread, and Taejung settled between them.

“Eut….”

As air passed between his legs, the feeling was strange. Even though Wooseung squirmed in discomfort, Taejung paid him no mind and stared at his fully exposed lower body.

Beneath the light pubic hair, a half-erect penis and testicles pulled up in a round shape. The overall color was light, but it turned pink toward the tip.

‘Ah, why, can’t we hang out together? I won’t go to the second round.’

The words Seohyun had said so casually came to mind, and a throbbing pain started below his ears. He squeezed his trembling eyelids shut, then opened them and glared at Wooseung.

He knew very well that this was a highly irrational thought. He had never cared about his partner’s first time in the first place. It didn’t matter to him whether they were a virgin or not; he was finished once he came.

In fact, if his partner acted like a virgin, he would mock them, saying, “At your age, is not having had sex your great accomplishment?” But why did the fact that Wooseung was not a virgin make him so furious? Just the thought of it made him grind his teeth and his neck ache with a stiff cry.

“Eungh….”

Taejung rolled Wooseung’s nipple between his fingers. As a subtle pleasure spread, Wooseung covered his mouth with the back of his hand. Taejung didn’t stop there; he bent down and took the nipple into his mouth.

“Euheut, eut!”

When he nibbled it lightly then circled it with his tongue, my body squirmed and my hips twitched. Taejung raised his eyes to look at Wooseung. When he grabbed the hand covering my mouth and pulled it down, he could clearly see my front teeth chewing restlessly on my lower lip.

At that moment, Taejung’s penis jerked once and dripped fluid.

“Haa, shit.”

Taejung slid his hands completely under my back and lifted my body slightly. He traced the outline of my prominent ribs with his thumb while sucking on my nipple. A strange taste lingered on his tongue, and saliva kept pooling in his mouth.

“Ahheut, eut, wa, wait…!”

When he poked with the tip of his tongue and then traced along the areola, the soft skin was transmitted directly to his tongue.

“Heung, ah, no, this, heut….”

Taejung thrust his hips as if penetrating and sloppily devoured the nipple, which had swollen to a suckable state. He flattened his tongue and licked the nipple like a dog, then repeated sucking it with a slurp. The strong suction made Wooseung gasp in surprise.

“No, eut!”

A hand with considerable force shoved his shoulder. With a thwack sound, the nipple popped out of his mouth.

“Why, why, are you heu… like that.”

A long string of transparent saliva connected them. Taejung curled his tongue and snapped the saliva. Then he slowly raised his body. His reddened nipples and chest, glistening with saliva, came into view. A strange sense of satisfaction bloomed.

“Has anyone ever sucked your chest like this before?”

“Heu-eu…. Pardon?”

At the sudden question, Wooseung had a blank expression. Taejung nonchalantly wiped his saliva-drenched mouth and asked again, “They haven’t, right?”

His hand, which had moved down, kept flicking the nipple. Flick, flick. The already highly aroused nipple accepted even a trivial stimulus as intense pleasure. Wooseung squeezed his eyes shut and shivered.

“Have they, or not.”

Taejung asked again, as if rushing him. Wooseung slowly shook his head. Only then did Taejung smile, as if satisfied.

“Then I’m the first for this?”

Wooseung realized why Taejung had asked such a bizarre question. To think that the reason he had obsessively sucked on his chest was just that, it was so absurd that he was at a loss for words.

“What else haven’t you done.”

His hard thumb pressed down on the nipple. As the saliva dried, a chill set in. His insides were still hot, but his skin was growing cold, creating a very strange sensation.

“…If I tell you what’s a first, are you going to do all of it?”

Taejung’s eyebrow twitched.

After spitting out the words, Wooseung was even more surprised himself. A mischievous feeling he never knew he had existed within him. Was it that he was annoyed by that characteristic arrogance, the one that showed no consideration for how his own words and actions would appear to others?

Wooseung hesitated for a moment. Is it right to say this? But as he faced Taejung looking down at him, his mouth opened naturally.

“…Down there.”

“What about down there.”

“No one has ever sucked it.”

“….”

“…Down there.”

At that moment, Taejung’s glistening eyes moved downward.