NHL 45

“It seems you like it here, Joeon.”

“Ugh, hnn, ah!”

As Dylan, having aligned the angle, thrust up into him suddenly, opaque fluid splashed from Joeon’s sex.

“Haa, ah, wait, aagh.”

“It’s fine. Come on, look at me.”

As soon as their eyes met, Dylan twisted his head to block Joeon’s mouth with his own, slamming his sex into the same spot like a runaway locomotive. Because he kept him pinned against the wall with his entire body, leaving not even a sliver of space, there was no way for Joeon, caught between a massive, heavy frame and the wall, to escape the pleasure that was cutting into his lower body in a frightening way. Dylan’s member, which had pushed in as if to shatter his lower abdomen, hammered his sensitive parts with a strange, bizarre pleasure.

“Mmm, I don’t like it, it’s strange. I think I’m going to cum, please.”

Warm, tepid bodily fluids were already leaking out from his sex and flowing downward. Even so, Dylan didn’t care; he held Joeon tightly, pulling him into his arms and constricting him.

“I don’t like it. I’m not going to let you go.”

“Ugh, hnn, Dylan, please…”

“It’s okay if you cum. Cum inside me. Damn it, Joeon, haa, I’m going crazy, you…”

He licked even the moisture gathered at the corners of Joeon’s eyes with his rough tongue, leaving kisses behind. The moment Joeon could no longer hold back and bit Dylan’s shoulder while ejaculating, their coupling tightened violently. Dylan spat out a curse and shook his hips rapidly. At the unbelievably fast speed, Joeon trembled as if he were about to lose consciousness. Dylan groaned as he ejaculated, and at the same time, his movements slowed.

After pumping a few more times, he remained with his sex buried inside, finally taking a moment to check his partner’s complexion. Seeing Joeon’s pale side profile, he showered him in kisses as if he couldn’t help himself and muttered.

“Joeon, what should we do? I feel like I could do this all day long with you if you let me.”

Joeon, too exhausted to even make a sound, turned his head to face Dylan.

“Should we go to the bed for the rest?”

“…The rest…”

Dylan laughed, pulled his sex out, tossed the condom containing the white fluid onto the floor, and began walking while still holding Joeon. He didn’t forget to grab the box of condoms on the way.

Once in the bedroom, Dylan stood near the bed while still holding Joeon. It would have been nice if he had sat down or put him down, but he was busy putting on a new condom and wasting time for no reason. Joeon kicked Dylan’s buttocks with his heels, intending for him to put him down.

With that impact, Dylan’s sex slid halfway into Joeon with a wet, squelching sound.

“Ah!”

Joeon’s thighs, which had been wrapped around Dylan’s waist like a snake, tightened firmly.

“Even if you don’t urge me, I’d still fuck you again. Joeon, you have a bit of a temper.”

“…Dylan, you secretly like to play with people.”

“Secretly?”

“…You’re incredibly grating.”

Haha. A low laugh echoed along their pressed-together chests. Meanwhile, the large palms that had grabbed each buttock kneaded the flesh as if handling dough. When pulled outward, the opening where Dylan’s sex was inserted stretched to its limit, and when pushed toward the center, one could feel the thickness of the penis moving between the buttocks quite rawly.

“…Are you not planning on putting me down?”

“Did you get caught?”

Dylan soon stopped playing with the textures and began to concentrate solely on lifting him up. Dylan’s sex, thrusting upward from the shallowly coupled base and pushing in deeper and deeper, churned hotly as it pushed against the inner wall.

“Kiss me, Joeon.”

Following Dylan’s request, as he sought his lips, Joeon squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the intense second round of penetration to come. The moment Dylan relaxed his hands, Dylan’s sex was buried up to the root inside the body that fell according to gravity.

Having already finished an intense first round, Joeon’s inside was soft and hot enough to make one’s sex melt away. And Joeon’s moans melted away inside Dylan’s mouth. Unlike the squelching, vulgar noises that began to follow their increasingly intense movements, their kiss was romantic and sweet.

“Put me down, let’s go comfortably.”

At Joeon’s request, Dylan, who had laid him down on the bed, smiled as if in agreement. Feeling light-bodied as if enjoying the relief after a workout, Dylan positioned himself between Joeon’s legs and hooked both of his thighs over his shoulders. He felt embarrassed about his crotch, which was as rawly exposed as the day they had shared a relationship through their thighs.

Joeon lifted his waist while hiding his own obscene sex, which was already flushed reddish and dripping with fluid, with his hands. This time, there was no need to bring his thighs together.

“Start.”

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His eyes were unfocused as he stared at the pure white Excel sheet. The sleep he hadn’t fully taken last night was buried in his slowly blinking eyelids. Joeon was in the middle of a fierce battle with that weight. If only he had tipped off his past self last night that he had to go to work when the day dawned.

It was too little alcohol to use as an excuse that it was a mistake made while drunk, and perhaps the cause of this impulsive decision was the loneliness that had dominated his heart yesterday.

Even for someone not used to relying on others, there are moments when one wants to lean on someone else. When he longed for warmth or comfort, it just so happened to be Dylan who was there.

It wasn’t easy to leave the bed warmed by the body heat of two people. The fortunate point was that he didn’t have to leave the person who had been swallowed by sleep all by himself. Had he done that, he might have looked like sleazy trash who takes people physically and throws them away.

At least while sharing his body with Dylan, he could forget his petty worries and troubles, even if it were true that he had used him physically.

The reason he could safely go to work without becoming a shameless person was that Dylan, who had woken up early, had left the house with Joeon, saying he was going to morning training. Before that, he had even enjoyed the luxury of having his stiff body, which was screaming from muscle pain, washed, and eating breakfast that had been made and served to him. Though he didn’t have the shameless personality to openly enjoy this.

In the end, the mistake Song Joeon made last night had to be cleaned up by Song Joeon this morning. And the work that Song Joeon this morning hadn’t finished would have to be completed by Song Joeon this afternoon.

His bottom, swollen from the lacerations, was still aching, but Joeon held his waist and shoulders straight and looked at the computer screen as if nothing had happened. Even though he knew for a fact that nothing was inside him, he felt a strange, foreign sensation. It was as if he were being constantly violated by Dylan’s member even now.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t just a sense of rejection that he felt. Somewhere inside his body, where Dylan had invaded, hid nerves that summoned pleasure. Whenever his sex stimulated him from a different angle, he would sink into such a peripheral state that it was difficult to think properly, and a strange anticipation for that kept making him lose his posture.

It is intoxicating and addictive. However, side effects follow excessive stimulation more easily. Therefore, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

While Joeon was trying to erase last night from his mind, he made eye contact with Daniel in the seat next to him, who had been staring straight at him. The faint wrinkle between his brows was asking what he was doing.

“John, what are you thinking about while looking at a blank screen?”

At his question, Joeon looked around and then leaned toward Daniel to answer quietly.

“I was thinking about who is leaving our team.”

“…”

Daniel remained silent for a moment before gesturing toward the empty conference room with his chin. It meant they should talk. Joeon, dragging his uncomfortable body, followed him into the small conference room. As soon as the door closed, Daniel asked.

“How did you know?”

“What do you mean how. It seemed like there wasn’t anyone who didn’t know.”

“Really?”

“I’m kidding, I heard it from Tyler. But it’s true that there wasn’t anyone who didn’t know.”

Daniel agreed with a smirk.