HPK 82

A few seconds must have passed; it was when my body, stiff with tension, had begun to relax slightly.

“Ah!”

Wooseung screamed in surprise. In an instant, his butt was lifted into the air and his body folded sharply. The strength of the hands gripping the backs of his knees was extraordinary.

“Eut, wait…!”

Wooseung’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. Whoosh, he felt the unfamiliar breath of another person between his butt cheeks.

“Ah, no, no….”

He wouldn’t have been this surprised if his penis had been sucked. The “down there” Wooseung had referred to was, of course, his penis, and the words were intended to provoke and tease Taejung, who was going on about being the first.

But Taejung buried his face between his butt cheeks and sucked on his hole. Wooseung helplessly watched Taejung suck his backside.

“Euheut!”

The sensation of a wide tongue licking his folds was so vivid that Wooseung’s face crumpled as if he were about to cry.

“Hey, it’s trembling right here, shit, hooo….”

Taejung giggled with a grimace. The hole, touched by the soft, wet tongue, was repeatedly opening and closing.

“It’s not, heut, it’s not!”

Wooseung reached out and grabbed Taejung’s wrist. He could feel his own bottom quivering, and it was deeply shameful.

Whether he was purposely licking him gluttonously or not, a lewd sound kept echoing from below. At the noise, which sounded like someone sucking on melted ice cream, Wooseung seriously considered letting go of his arm to cover his ears instead.

His intention was indeed to provoke Taejung’s pride, but he hadn’t known he would take it this seriously.

“Heut….”

Taejung pressed firmly against the twitching and trembling folds, as if he were about to insert his tongue. Each time, his knees tried to close inward, but Taejung blocked them with his hands, forcing them to spread even wider.

Perhaps because the feeling of being licked down there was so strange, he even felt the urge to urinate. When the tip of his tongue traced his folds, he almost fainted.

“Eut, that’s not it. There, don’t, don’t do that…!”

Wooseung squeezed the hand gripping his wrist and shook it.

Taejung, who had been burying his face between his buttocks and greedily sucking on his backside, suddenly hardened his expression. He licked his lips, which were slick with saliva, and raised his head.

“What do you mean, that’s not it. Did someone else suck you here?”

“Pardon? No, that’s….”

“Fuck, you said this was a first.”

“That’s not it…. I just, I just said that. Please don’t.”

“Is it a first or not. Speak clearly.”

“It is, it is, but I don’t like this. Heut, it feels weird.”

Taejung didn’t respond any further to Wooseung’s words and lowered his head again. And then, as if to show him, he stuck his tongue into the hole. While staring straight at Wooseung.

“Ah…!”

Wooseung’s eyes flew wide open as he held his breath for a moment. The ceiling, which had become familiar, blurred and then slowly came back into focus.

“It’s weird, it’s weird. I told you not to do it…!”

Taejung moved his tongue in and out, deliberately letting saliva dribble down. The saliva that pooled thickly on the folds soon flowed inside, following his tongue.

“You’ve taken a cock in there, hooo, and you’re making a fucking fuss over a tongue.”

Slowly pulling his face away, Taejung spread his tongue wide like a dog licking the floor and licked the folds clean.

“Ah, wait…!”

Wooseung squeezed his eyes shut and tensed his entire body. His tightly clenched folds trembled and his lower abdomen throbbed. He barely managed to hold back the surging pleasure. He really, really didn’t want to come from being rimmed.

“I guess I can put it right in.”

Without waiting, Taejung shoved three fingers in at once. Normally, the sensation of his insides stretching would have been painful, but strangely, there was no pain.

Splurt, splurt. A sound like scooping out water stimulated his ears. His butt was still lifted, so Wooseung had to watch Taejung’s fingers digging into his insides. And on top of that, he had to endure the hot gaze bearing down on him.

“Heu-eu, eut.”

Panting, he covered his mouth with the back of his hand. Taejung reached out and reacted irritably, saying, “Stop covering it.” With his hands pressed against the bed, he silently endured the fingers preparing him.

“Fucking hell, the sound.”

His fingers, curled like hooks, rubbed as if scooping out the flesh inside. A ticklish sensation slowly bloomed, and Wooseung’s already fully aroused penis twitched, begging for release.

“Haa, haa….”

As Taejung’s thighs that had been supporting his buttocks moved away, his body finally dropped onto the bed.

Without even a moment to compose himself, Taejung immediately spread his legs and moved between them. He spit on his palm, rubbed his penis, and glared at Wooseung.

“Relax.”

His thumb pulled the tightly closed hole open to the side. The fluid that had pooled inside flowed out, and the red, moist flesh was slightly revealed.

“Ah, shit….”

With a contorted face, Taejung swore. A thrilling pleasure shot up his spine and instantly took over his mind, making the back of his neck ache with a stiff cry.

He drove his own dark-red, heated penis straight in. Engulfed by the chewy flesh, his penis twitched, unable to control its excitement.

“Aheut…!”

He paid no mind to Wooseung’s scream and thrust his hips as if he were slamming into him. He pounded hard enough to make the muscles of his buttocks indent and the grain of his thighs stand out fiercely.

“Heok, heo-eu….”

“Ah, ah, ah!”

A terrifying wave of pleasure washed over him, creating the illusion that his penis was boiling. His lower abdomen churned and the muscles of his entire body swelled.

“Heo-euk, keuk, relax a little, fuck….”

“Eut, aheut!”

The urge to cum rushed over him quickly, just like the first time he had slept with Wooseung. He stared, as if glaring, at the thin body shaking beneath him, pushed by his own force. Unable to cover his mouth, transparent saliva dripped from between his slightly parted lips. Taejung bent his upper body as if possessed.

“Eupp, heu, why, why…!”

He licked up all the saliva Wooseung had spilled, and as if that wasn’t enough, he pressed their lips together and mixed their tongues.

“Hoo, heu….”

And then, he collapsed completely on top of Wooseung and just fucked frantically. He put a hand behind Wooseung’s neck, pulled him in tightly, and thrust his penis deep. Thrust, thrust.

“Hea, heavy. Heueuk, eut!”

The difference in their physiques was so great that if they stood one behind the other, Wooseung would be completely hidden. But with Taejung holding him and fucking like a madman, the one pinned underneath was in agony.

“Can’t, can’t brea, heu-eu….”

His breathing grew increasingly ragged, as if he had run for a long time.

“Shit, what. Breath? Ha-eu….”

Thrust, thrust. Pounding up from below, Taejung propped himself up on his elbows and kissed him again. His breath, which had been blocked and then released, was sucked entirely into Taejung.

“Heut, heut, ah!”

When their lips parted, a sticky string of saliva connected them. Taejung couldn’t hold back and pressed his lips firmly onto Wooseung’s. The feeling of the soft lips being crushed was unfamiliar, but good. Good enough to want to keep doing it.

“Heok, heok…. Ha-eu, keuk!”

“Ah, heut!”

Wooseung’s thighs, drawn together, weakly brushed against Taejung’s hard sides. In that moment, splat, the head of his penis buried itself deep inside his organs.

It was an orgasm he had held back and held back.

Smack, smack. The ticklish sound of lips touching and parting from skin echoes in the quiet space. The damp air stealthily escapes, and a stillness, as if a lull had been reached, descends.

“I can’t, do it anymore.”

Wooseung, curled up like a shrimp, said haltingly.

“I said I’m not going to.”

As if in a bad mood, Taejung lightly bit the shoulder he had just been kissing. Flinch. Finding the shiver funny, he considered biting it again but decided against it. It seemed likely that the fucking words “I can’t anymore” would come out again.

Taejung got up and stretched. When he cracked his neck, a crack sound was heard.

He roughly ran a hand through his messy, sweat-drenched hair. Then he stared down at Wooseung, who was curled up in a ball beside him. His eyelashes cast a shadow beneath his closed eyes.

“….”

For no reason, he wanted to reach out and touch him. And as soon as that thought occurred, he was raising his hand when a vibration sounded from under the bed.

Bzzzt—. At the second vibration, Taejung got out of bed without hesitation. Rummaging through the clothes that were crumpled into a ball, he quickly found what he was looking for. He squatted down, rested his arms on his knees, and looked at his phone.

[Wooseung-ah, did you get it all sorted out?]

[I’m so sorry ㅜㅜ It’s because of me]

“Ha….”

A cold laugh escaped his twisted lips.

“You fucking bitch.”

Smash! Without a shred of hesitation, Taejung threw the phone against the wall. The phone, hitting the wall, cracked from the corner, and an ugly line appeared across the screen.

Wooseung, who had been lying down and breathing evenly, sat up in shock. His eyes met Taejung’s, who was staring this way with his arms on his knees. Seeing the broken phone lying on the floor, he roughly understood the situation.

“Is that my phone?”

“Yeah, it’s your phone.”

Ignoring the sneering words, he slowly lowered his legs off the bed. He carefully approached, one step at a time, and picked up the phone.

“Reply and you’re dead.”

Only the screen was broken; thankfully, the phone was fine. Wooseung read the newly arrived text message and let out a hollow sigh. How could he throw a phone over something so trivial?

“Give it here.”

But to Taejung, it seemed it wasn’t trivial. He brazenly held out his hand.