NHL 33

Joeon, sitting on top of the bumpy abs, used one finger to quickly undo his shirt buttons, which were already half-undone, and spread the front open. His white upper body was completely exposed. Dylan, who had been momentarily distracted, also stripped off his clothes in the meantime.

Since his body wasn’t as worth flaunting as Dylan’s, who revealed firm, sculpted abs, Joeon suddenly felt ashamed of himself. His hands trembled, but it probably didn’t show in the dark. It was a relief that there was only one floor lamp for lighting. He couldn’t bear the shame if he thought about how every part of him was being laid bare.

Joeon leaned forward, supporting himself on Dylan’s shoulders. Dylan’s hot palms, wrapping around his exposed sides, moved slowly. A dull heat spread along the trail of his touch.

“Are you okay?”

“With what?”

“To go further.”

Dylan hooked one finger right at the waistline of his pants.

“…What are you saying now.”

It was a bit ridiculous to be asking for consent now, after having sucked on his nipples, and blushing like a shy boy or girl in the morning light—well, the dark night.

Joeon subtly moved his hips to rub against him, letting him feel his half-erect member, and Dylan inhaled sharply.

“Damn, don’t tease me too much.”

Under the force of his hand pulling down, his pants and underwear came off together. Because of the position of being on top of Dylan’s solid thighs, his underwear didn’t come off completely, but his half-erect member popped out over the elastic band.

Joeon tried not to panic and calmly lowered his gaze. Before he knew it, Dylan, who had wriggled his lower body to take off his own pants and was completely naked, was underneath him.

It was as expected, but his member was a distinctly different color and size from Joeon’s.

“Try holding it in your hand just like that.”

Dylan coaxed him with a soft voice and tapped his own taut, rising member against Joeon’s. When he wrapped one hand around both at once and slowly rubbed them up and down, Joeon stifled a groan that rose from his throat.

“…Haa.”

For a moment, his dizzy vision spun halfway around. The position was flipped in an instant. This time, it was Dylan who was pressing down on Joeon’s shoulders; he hovered over him, teasing his lips with the tip of his tongue, then dove inside, letting out rough breaths. At the same time, he moved his hips, rubbing the two members held in one hand against each other. It was as if the mixed saliva contained an aphrodisiac, and he couldn’t bring himself to his senses.

“W-w-wait, ugh, wait a second.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good.”

Dylan’s palm wrapped around Joeon’s small bottom over his underwear. He squeezed it tightly, as if he might burst it, and rubbed his own firmly erect crotch. Having pulled down the underwear that was hanging precariously all the way to his ankles, he grabbed both members and masturbated them in a comfortable position.

“I won’t eat you up.”

“…Are, are you really, g-going to do it?”

“Do what?”

Dylan, who tilted his head in confusion for a moment, realized what Joeon was asking, lowered his body, and whispered in his ear. His voice was laced with a relaxed, playful humor.

“Oh, I swear I will absolutely never do anything you don’t like.”

The fingers that were gripping his broad, solid shoulders—even without shoulder pads—slowly lost their strength.

“I’ll make you feel good. Leave it to me.”

His lips, which had lightly bitten and pulled on his earlobe, slid down along his neck. Watching Dylan swallow his member, Joeon couldn’t hold back the pleasure and closed his eyes. It was a sexual encounter he was experiencing for the very first time, and his whole body melted. His toes curled involuntarily, scratching at the sheets of their own accord.

“Haa, ugh, ah, no. I think I’m going to come already.”

“Already? That’s fast.”

Dylan mumbled with his member still in his mouth. As his tongue moved, his hot breath stimulated the sensitive parts, and Joeon’s lower abdomen stiffened in an instant.

Joeon urgently hit Dylan’s forehead and pushed him away. At that moment, his semen slowly erupted, flowing down along his rigid, erect member.

“Damn, I haven’t even properly finished with you yet.”

As if feeling a sense of regret, Dylan licked the semen flowing down the shaft with the tip of his tongue, like ice cream melting in mid-summer.

“Hruek, ugh! Ah!”

The member, sensitive after ejaculation, felt his tongue movements ten times more intensely than usual. Because his lower back felt so overwhelmed, Joeon ended up pushing Dylan’s shoulders away with his toes.

Dylan obediently pulled back his tongue at Joeon’s rejection. Instead, he moved past his member and climbed up, leaving lip marks starting from his side. Reaching under his chin, he whispered while rubbing his hardened member against Joeon’s thigh.

“Hmm, do you know? You smell good, too.”

Joeon stared at Dylan’s chin, which was stained with his own semen, and asked.

“Usually, that wouldn’t be considered a good smell. Isn’t it fishy?”

Dylan laughed and pressed his lips against his. Joeon moved his face to avoid it instinctively, but Dylan’s hand was faster. Pinning his chin so he couldn’t move, he captured Joeon’s image in his now-darkened eyes. The usual plain and neat appearance had vanished, and his eyes, languidly relaxed after ejaculation, were filled with heat. Dylan felt his own already taut member swelling even harder.

“Bring your thighs together.”

When Joeon brought his legs together as instructed, Dylan inserted his member between his thighs and moved his hips slowly, as if he were thrusting after penetration.

“Ah, ah, uun.”

The member lodged between his thighs grazed and poked at Joeon’s testicles. Stung by the fire-like spread of stimulation, Joeon stood his member up again. Dylan grabbed both their members together again and moved his hips, letting them rub against each other.

“Haa, good, Joeon. You’re hot.”

“Argh, ah, slowly. Uun.”

“Kiss me, Joeon. Huh?”

Joeon’s hands, which had been clutching the bed sheets, reached up to touch his shoulders and grabbed Dylan’s cheeks. The two of them, diving toward each other’s lips, bit and sucked aggressively, with neither yielding to the other. While they were engrossed in searching and exploring each other’s mouths like people feeling a thirst, Dylan’s palms were becoming damp with their shared body fluids.

Before long, Dylan let go of his member, hooked one of Joeon’s legs over his shoulder, and while pressing down on his lower abdomen to keep his member compressed, he cupped Joeon’s cheeks, kissed him, and thrusted his hips rapidly.

Completely swept away by the wave of stimulation Dylan provided, Joeon could do nothing but cling to him and let out moans. The afterimages of the night view, which had been drawn on the ceiling painted only in monotonous white, flickered before his eyes. Soon, the scent of the house owner that had been lingering everywhere permeated Joeon’s body as well.

🏒🥅

Joeon had to pretend to be asleep from the morning. Was it that when the things he could see vanished, his ability to look at things vanished too? He had closed his eyes tight and tackled him so well when it was dark, but now that the morning had turned bright red, regret came rushing in.

If he had to be precise, regret started to set in too quickly from the moment they finished their hand play… no, lip play, and used the whirlpool tub overlooking the night view together. Even then, the world was still dark, so it wasn’t a degree of extreme regret. Thanks to the soft indirect lighting, he could at least hide his face, which was stained with embarrassment.

In his short life, he swore he had never impulsively shared a relationship with anyone until now. He was someone who considered everything carefully. Instant, one-night stands like those met at clubs or bars had never happened, and he didn’t intend for them to happen in the future either. It was because the aftermath of chasing pleasure in a moment of madness was too much to handle.

For someone not very sociable like him, not only was the act of enticing a partner difficult, but resolving the awkwardness of the next morning was a barrier equivalent to a mountain behind a mountain.

And now, Joeon was horribly experiencing that awkward morning of his imagination. The strange bedding wrapped around his half-naked body, wearing nothing to the point of being embarrassing, the even stranger smell of another person, and the displays of affection like those kisses.

“How long are you going to keep pretending to be asleep?”

“…”