Chapter 41: CH 5.7

Yeon Woojeong gasped. He strained and relaxed his eyes continuously. The face drowned in pleasure seemed to be red. Beautiful. Yeah, I thought he was beautiful. The word that I never used suddenly popped out and filled my head. That one word made my head blank like a bolt of lightning. 

“Ah… this drives me crazy.”

Yeon Woojeong suddenly stopped and brushed back his fluttered hair. He breathed out a long breath. I couldn’t hold back so I brought my hand to his back and took it off. He lifted up the corner of his lips.

“Do whatever you want.”

As soon as he said that, I grabbed his waist. I pulled him up, then pulled him down. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I really liked the sensation of being buried inside him. I never felt something like this. I never thought that I would like it this much.

Yeon Woojeong moved his body in line with my unorganized touch. His movement synchronized with mine. Moving my hips, I pierced my penis up. The entrance puckered strongly and bit on my shaft. While the sticky sound continuously rang out, Yeon Woojeong heaved out breath mixed with moans. I was also out of my mind to hold in my voice.

I touched my lips to Yeon Woojeong’s chest. While he moved up and down, his chest rubbed against my lips. I didn’t do it because I wanted to leave something. I only wanted to reach him. I wanted to reach everywhere. From the deepest private to the softest parts.

The inner wall clung stickily, pressuring my genitals. I pierced the soft flesh roughly. Every time I penetrated inside, I felt like holding him in my hands. I wanted to make him small and grabbed him inside my hand. I couldn’t do that, so I hugged Yeon Woojeong.

“Gasp, ggh… Ah, ah!”

Yeon Woojeong’s hands scratched my shoulders. He pushed me. I embraced him stronger.

Sometimes, his body stiffened, and the hole narrowed. I felt like I knew what I should do. I grabbed him and pushed up my hips fiercely. My penis was buried deep and rubbed everywhere against the inner wall. I couldn’t move freely because I had Yeon Woojeong, who couldn’t stay still, inside my arms. There was a little distance between knowing and doing. I just rammed deep, everywhere I could reach.

His breath got short. Mine too. Yeon Woojeong. Yeon Woojeong. Chanting his name inside my mouth, I buried my teeth in Yeon Woojeong’s shoulder.

His voice got farther from some point. Every time Yeon Woojeong’s arms and legs brushed against my body, that part felt like it was burning. I couldn’t tell whether it was he or I who was hot. 

I stirred Yeon Woojeong’s inside. It felt like my stomach was churning and turning. The sensation that couldn’t be explained with words exploded. The movement that pushed me away stopped. Yeon Woojeong hugged me.

I felt like something grew inside my heart. Something exploded and spurted. Such a strong and relaxed man fell into my arms and got disheveled. Even so, it didn’t mean Yeon Woojeong was frail or weak. Muscled, tendon-stretched forearms or strong thighs. He could end this by hitting me if he wanted, but he didn’t.

Ah. I felt like I had become something. But that wasn’t true. I only felt like that because Yeon Woojeong was here.

I remembered the touch on my forehead, in the night I had a fever. That memory extended its root inside me. My whole body felt hot as if something was about to bloom. Touching Yeon Woojeong’s body here and there, I snuggled my genitals in the deep place.

I was at my limit. The moment I shut my eyes tight, Yeon Woojeong threw his head back and sat down completely. Something touched my stomach and flowed down. I grabbed Yeon Woojeong and pierced up once again. Ah. My chest swelled up and shrunk. I slowly opened my eyes. Strength left my body.

Yeon Woojeong gasped while leaning on my shoulder. He was out of breath like he had just run at full speed. Now, the scenery of the bed came into my eyes. It was messy, but it didn’t bother me. I felt unknown satiety.

I wanted to see Yeon Woojeong’s face. When I leaned my head, he lifted his head. Our eyes met. Yeon Woojeong, who was breathing as though he was tired, smirked.

“Who’s running away?”

As I looked back at his question, I realized that my arms were completely entangled in him, and I loosened them. Yeon Woojeong breathed out and slowly moved up while holding my shoulders. Even the slightest friction became a stimulus as if the genitals became sensitive. It must have been the same with Yeon Woojeong, he twitched as he got off me.

He laid down as though collapsing. He laid down with his limbs spread comfortably and his chest moved up and down evidently.

“Ah… I lost my face.”

Unlike the person who said so, Yeon Woojeong laughed playfully. He looked composed again, but the red color I saw earlier was still remaining faintly in his face. I clenched and relaxed my hand.

There were a few condoms spread on the bed. Some had dropped and were on the floor. I took off the condom and when I grabbed another one, he lifted his head.

“Are you serious?”

“What?”

Yeon Woojeong looked at me with his brows raised. His eyes moved down from my face to my chest, then to my nether, and went up again.

We had done it twice, so now, he wouldn’t hate it or feel hurt. I also felt I knew how to do it, so I could do better next time. Only if Yeon Woojeong accepts it…

“Can’t I?”

Furrowing my brows, I asked. He, who stared at me intently, tapped the bed with his fingers and then raised half of his body.

“Alright… Okay. Cause I’m curious too.”

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“About what?”

“Would this next be better… well?”

I tried to understand his answer. In the end, it meant he liked it. My fingertips throbbed.

I came closer to Yeon Woojeong. He smiled beautifully and spread his legs.

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I laid Yeon Woojeong on the bed. He didn’t move even an arm like someone who had no strength at all. After doing it two more times, Yeon Woojeong was exhausted and stopped me from approaching him again. I thought it would be nice to penetrate him once more, but I decided to hold back. It was getting bright outside.

It seemed to me that the next, and also the next would be better. Did Yeon Woojeong find the answer? To be honest, I felt like I might know the answer.

The bed was completely a mess. The used condoms were scattered. It would smell too, maybe. There, Yeon Woojeong didn’t move at all as though he didn’t feel uncomfortable.

“Take a shower first.”

There was no answer. Is he sleeping? The movement of the breathing body seemed to have become constant.

I had no desire to wake him up. I stared at the stretched calves and thighs, the round bottom, the neat back, and then I headed to the bathroom. After wetting the towel and wringing it, I went out.

I sat next to Yeon Woojeong. He was breathing steadily with his eyes closed. After looking at his face for a moment, I took his hand and wiped his fingers one by one with the towel.

I wiped him from the fingers to the arm, neck, and back. His skin was still warm and soft. Once my fingertips touched him, it got hard to leave. After playing with the wiped parts, I headed to his bottom. When I grabbed and spread the part of Yeon Woojeong, which seemed to be the fattest, the swollen red hole twitched.

My genitals, which remembered the sensation when it was buried there, jolted suddenly. After licking my lips, I wiped this place too. I wiped his legs and feet, then I turned him over, took a new towel, and wiped his front too.

It was a lot of work, but it wasn’t bothersome or difficult. It wasn’t bad to do something for Yeon Woojeong when he couldn’t do anything. If there was an opportunity like this next time, I might gladly do it.

Next time. Would there be a next time?

The question that suddenly popped out led me to glance down at Yeon Woojeong. The face that was sleeping peacefully. Even though he was closing his eyes, his unique cold impression didn’t disappear.

How did it come to this? As the stormy night passed and the still silence settled, a sudden question ran through my head. Why did it come to this?

I clenched my hand that was grabbing the towel. I was sure of one thing. I liked this situation.

I moved the sheet and blanket under Yeon Woojeong out of bed. After throwing the condoms in the trash can, I took out a new blanket and spread it over Yeon Woojeong. I put the dirty blanket in the laundry room.

Finally, it was time to wash my body. Once it came in touch with warm water, my genitals completely calmed down. I tried moving my fingers one by one. It was my body but it felt unfamiliar.

After washing, I wore the clothes and went out. The house was quiet. The sound of my steps rang in the living room. Moving across the living room, I entered Yeon Woojeong’s bedroom. When I looked at the outline of the body on the bed, I felt like it was tight in my chest and abdomen. 

I turned off the light, and nothing could be seen. I walked slowly, approaching the bed, then turned on the lighting next to it. The yellow and subtle light lightened up around the bed. Yeon Woojeong’s sleeping face. I stared at him in silence, then I touched my hair. My gaze went to Yeon Woojeong’s hair. Black color. It wasn’t different from mine. I sat on the bed and lowered my head. I put my lips on his head, then took them off.

This was what Yeon Woojeong did earlier. My heart pounded. The house was overly quiet, so my sounds were heard very loud. The feel that was touched by my lips was ticklish.

My heart didn’t seem to calm down quickly. I felt like I did a bad thing. But Yeon Woojeong did it first. So, there would be no problem.

It was probably his breath that pulled my eyes to the opened lips. Yeon Woojeong was breathing like a child, unlike him. I remembered the snake-like tongue inside. The lips looked redder than usual. The warm breath.

It felt like something pushed me. I lowered my head again. His face was so close. My lips touched Yeon Woojeong’s lips.

I was surprised by the slight touch and quickly pulled back my head. I brought the back of my hand to my lips. My lips throbbed. No, was it my hand? Whatever. It felt like thunder struck all over my body.

I swallowed my saliva. Strangely, it felt like my surroundings swallowed me. I was deafened. I felt at a loss.

Yeon Woojeong didn’t move at all as though he slept deeply. I clenched my fists. This was nothing. This was just, was just…

I laid down next to Yeon Woojeong. My heart thumped. I extended my hand to turn off the light. As it got completely dark, it seemed my sound was covered as well. I closed my eyes and opened them back again. I didn’t think I would fall asleep easily.

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