PAHO 67

The voice, drenched in hot breaths and murky groans, was languid. His face, which blatantly revealed a lust projected with wildness, was like that of a tyrant looking upon conquered lands. Na Taebeom, who had grabbed his slightly cooled penis, pressed the tip against the semen-stained face and rubbed it as if sliding it across. The penis slipped and slid on the cheek glistening with clumped semen, then got caught on the curve of his lips.

“Shit, haeu.”

Na Taebeom pressed his penis against the exposed flesh inside the lips and slowly rubbed. It was a texture he knew well through several experiences with that damp, soft flesh. He let out a low breath, unable to stop his ravenous masturbation. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been silently bending over at the lewd yet natural movements, wiped the semen from his face with his palm. When some of the thick fluid that hadn’t been wiped away trickled down into his cleavage, an insidious gaze fell upon his nipple. It was plain to see that the nipple, which had been made plump by persistent pinching and kneading with fingers just a moment ago, was trembling faintly at even the slightest movement. The image of its form, faintly visible through the uniform, came to mind.

“Eut…!”

Nam Gyeonhwa, his shoulders seized, was pushed against the tile wall. Na Taebeom blocked him with his whole body so that he, now cornered, couldn’t escape, and gripped his right wrist tightly. Frowning for a moment, Nam Gyeonhwa tried to pull his arm free, but he controlled the heavy resistance with his palm and pressed his tongue to his pliant nape, sucking up the moisture.

“Heup, at.”

Nam Gyeonhwa, frowning at the erotic movement of the tongue, looked down at Na Taebeom, who was greedily indulging in his skin. He couldn’t understand the reason for his sudden arousal, but he was more concerned about Gwon Jongdae, who must be waiting outside.

“Director Na, eut, what about, your morning schedule.”

Instead of answering the question, Na Taebeom bit the shoulder he had been circling with his tongue. A dry groan passed down his throat at the sharp pain that was hard to ignore. Seeing the teeth marks left on his shoulder, Na Taebeom grinned and then began to bite him all over. It didn’t hurt, but if he had to make an analogy, it was like having his whole body gnawed on by a teething beast. Nam Gyeonhwa, trying hard to endure the erotic sensation that was subtly blooming all over, gently pushed his stomach with his shin.

“The car, is waiting. Mr. Gwon.”

“Puppy, I’m hungry.”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose against his nipple and grinned. Before he could grasp the intent implied by the sinister smile, Na Taebeom’s lips latched onto his nipple.

“Ah, heuk!”

His body twitching slightly at the lewd assault, Nam Gyeonhwa lifted his chin and shook his head. Na Taebeom supported the body struggling to get away by pressing it down with his thigh and rapidly sucked on the nipple caught in his mouth. The sound of the wet flesh being sucked between the narrow lips was slick and obscene.

“Eut, heueuk.”

His chin tilted to the side, Nam Gyeonhwa bit his lower lip and narrowed his eyes. The hot flesh inside the mouth wrapped around the already erect nipple, made so by the tenacious handling, and it felt as if a thin electric current was zapping through his entire body. While he was tensing his stomach to forcibly endure the pleasure, Na Taebeom pulled his mouth away with a smack sound and lightly flicked the red, swollen nipple with his tongue.

“Maybe it’s because I grew up without being breastfed, but I really like sucking on nipples.”

“That, heut, you’re saying that, now.”

“When I did this, the noonas would say, ‘Our Taebeom, drink lots of milk,’ and find it cute. But it seems our puppy isn’t in the mood for that.”

The faintly smiling face was bewitching. His face flushing red at the perverted dirty talk that didn’t suit his handsome face, Nam Gyeonhwa pulled his captured arm free.

“Now, stop it, ha, eu-eut, ah, ah!”

He couldn’t hold back a moan at the force that bit his swollen nipple hard enough to hurt. The tension that had made the backs of his knees taut from the persistent caress eased, and his legs trembled. Na Taebeom, who had been sucking his breast while slowly moving his pressed lower abdomen back and forth, suddenly lowered his eyes at the blunt sensation touching his stomach. Discovering the erect penis, he opened his mouth wide and let out a laugh-filled exclamation.

“You’re hard.”

Na Taebeom inserted his leg between the inwardly drawn thighs and prodded the throbbing penis with his raised knee. At the undeniable, stark evidence of his arousal, Nam Gyeonhwa pressed his back firmly against the tile wall as if to look away. Na Taebeom pressed his large body tightly against him and brought his slightly swollen, swaying penis to Nam Gyeonhwa’s crotch.

“I want to touch it with my hand, but you might hit me if I let go of your arm, so I’ll touch you with my cock.”

“You perverted, bastard, a-eu, heut.”

As they slowly rubbed their pressed erections together, a lukewarm breath escaped from between his tightly clenched teeth. At the obscene, sweet voice filling his ears, Na Taebeom bit his lip and rubbed his lower half even more forcefully. As the hard, erect shafts collided, the precum that had trickled from the tips messily smeared on their outer skin.

It was a man’s body, yet rubbing against an erect penis wasn’t so bad. Each time Nam Gyeonhwa, ripened by the direct stimulation, blinked, Na Taebeom’s excited face was reflected in his dark pupils. Fuck. Spitting out the curse caught in his throat, Na Taebeom moved his hips back and forth more urgently. In time with the fierce and dazzling movements, like a wildfire, Nam Gyeonhwa’s lower back and buttocks slapped against the wet tile wall, making a squelching, frantic friction sound.

“Eung, heut….”

Just as Nam Gyeonhwa, who had become aware of the sensation of ejaculation heating his lower abdomen, threw his head back with his back against the wall, several footsteps began to mix together chaotically from outside the door. It was clearly the special security team members coming to wash up after their meal, and Nam Gyeonhwa’s body stiffened with tension. It seemed quite a bit of time had passed while they were dawdling.

“There are people. Outside.”

Even at Nam Gyeonhwa’s whisper, Na Taebeom nonchalantly continued to rub his lower half. Nam Gyeonhwa swallowed a groan at his relaxed attitude, completely uninterested in the presence outside. The murmuring voices grew closer. Nam Gyeonhwa grabbed his arm to stop him and whispered in a small voice.

“Director Na.”

His calling voice was moist. Na Taebeom, his eyebrows twitching in a frown, snatched Nam Gyeonhwa, who was trying to slip away to the side, and pushed him against the wall again. Nam Gyeonhwa, who flinched at the pain of his irregularly aching right arm being twisted, swallowed a sharp breath.

“Even when I’m here, you’re only paying attention to other guys.”

“How can I, not, pay attention.”

“No, don’t.”

Ending his words resolutely, Na Taebeom pressed his body stickily against his back as he leaned against the wall. He persistently bit his un-turned nape, then moved his lips to his ear, thrust his tongue deep into the ear canal, and stirred it. Slurp, slurp, Nam Gyeonhwa’s body shuddered at the erotic tongue-play that tickled both his senses of touch and hearing.

“If you keep paying attention to them, I’ll do you in front of those bastards.”

His hair stood on end at the sinister whisper digging into his ear. Convinced it was not a mischievous joke but a genuine threat, Nam Gyeonhwa clenched his teeth and jabbed his elbow into his stomach. But the more he tried to push him away with force, the more persistently Na Taebeom clung to him, sucking his ear and nibbling his nape.

He inserted his thick, erect penis between his forcibly spread thighs and moved his hips in a wide motion. Thwack, thwack, amid the ruthless collision of flesh, a hand suddenly shot down and crudely grabbed his penis.

“Haeu, eut.”

His vision blurred white at the touch that blatantly fondled his penis, which had been left unattended, unable to ejaculate right before reaching climax. Soon, several shadows appeared on the translucent glass door, and then the closed door rattled and shook. Spurred on by the chaotic noise, his fingertips gripped his penis as if to wring it out. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been holding his breath against the fierce and violent provocation, felt his lower abdomen convulse greatly. For a moment, his penis, which was wedged between his tightly closed thighs, was strongly crushed. Na Taebeom, growling a harsh breath through his nose, hugged the violently trembling body tightly and buried his face deep in his shoulder.

“It won’t open. It seems to be locked.”

“What, is it a scheduled water outage this morning? I didn’t hear anything from the facility next door.”

The conversation quieted after the grumbling voice. There was no longer any sign of anyone trying to enter, and only the sound of dripping water drops echoed in the now-quiet shower room. Na Taebeom, who had been steadying his climactic breaths with his face buried in the smooth nape, belatedly removed the palm that had been enveloping his penis.

The raw scent, mixed with the faint fragrance of soap, emanated strongly from the palm, which was drenched in whitish bodily fluid. Even though he had just ejaculated, the body held in his arms was still trembling. Realizing that it was not from fear or chills, but the afterglow of pleasure, Na Taebeom looked into the mirror mounted on the wall in front of him. His face, reflected in the mirror hazed over by the mix of breath and warmth, was a complete mess. His eyebrows, nose, and lips were all slackly relaxed, his face barely able to breathe, and its simple, blunt demeanor was nowhere to be found, making it look erotic, vulgar, and obscene. I didn’t know he’d be this helpless. Na Taebeom let out a hollow laugh at the unexpected reaction.

“You actually got more excited because people were trying to come in, and just came.”

You were a sexy pervert, Puppy. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been forcibly trying to even out his ragged breaths at the voice filled with satisfaction, struggled here and there to get out of the entangled embrace. Na Taebeom chuckled at the loose movements, which clearly showed that his tension had been released, and hugged him tightly with both arms, leaving no gaps. The climax didn’t take long.

“Ha, fuck.”

Na Taebeom, who had shot a load all over his trembling thighs, finally turned on the faucet. The stream of water that flowed down over their panting bodies became diluted and hazy as it seeped into the drain.

Gwon Jongdae, who had been smoking a cigarette while leaning against the hood of the car, hastily threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his dress shoe upon seeing two familiar faces emerge from the main gate.

“What, Jongdae, you still haven’t quit smoking?”

Na Taebeom, having discovered the evidence of smoking, asked Gwon Jongdae bluntly. Gwon Jongdae laughed awkwardly.

“Ah, haha, Director, well, it’s a bit difficult.”

“Cigarettes are fucking expensive. Our Mr. Gwon must have a lot of money.”

Gwon Jongdae, who let out an awkward laugh, swallowed dryly. Na Taebeom, who normally hated the smell of cigarettes to an extreme degree, was sensitive about smoking. Gwon Jongdae, tense about the scolding that would follow, watched him cautiously, but Na Taebeom showed no other reaction beyond that one comment.

“The morning schedule, you rescheduled it on your own since I was running late, right?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Good job. Let’s go.”

His following words also showed no sign of anger. Gwon Jongdae, who had been bewildered, suddenly noticed that his left cheek was a little redder than usual. No matter how he looked at it, it was a mark that looked like he had been slapped by someone, and he blinked his eyes with an even more dumbfounded expression. In Nakdo, the only kind of scoundrel who could commit violence against the one and only Na Taebeom was either a crazy bastard who couldn’t tell right from wrong while drunk, or a drug addict. Besides, for someone who had been slapped, his complexion was somehow cheerful and fresh, making the atmosphere even stranger.

“Puppy, hurry up and come here.”

Na Taebeom, who was opening the car door to get in, called out loudly toward the main gate. Gwon Jongdae, who glanced at the expression of Nam Gyeonhwa, who happened to be following behind, swallowed a groan along with a dry gulp. A strangely angry mood could be felt on his usual simple and silent face. Did they fight? But the one who got hit was Na Taebeom, not Nam Gyeonhwa.

“Aren’t you going to drive?”

Na Taebeom said, poking his head out of the car window. Coming to his senses a beat later, Gwon Jongdae hurriedly sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine.