Chapter 184: Dissolve: His Last Choice

He unbuckled Song Hyunsoo’s pants with his right hand and pulled down the zipper.

At the same time, he thrust his tongue deep into Song Hyunsoo’s mouth, swirling it wildly.

“Mmmpf, mm. Hm.”

The roof of his mouth, the inside of his teeth, the flesh of his tongue, the inner wall of his cheek.

His tongue rampaged like a tyrant. It was as if he meant to invade every inch of his mouth.

Through the opened zipper, Song Hyunsoo’s erect member bulged out.

Freed from its tight prison, he felt like he could finally breathe. At last, the other’s hand slid under his underwear.

“Mm… Ngh! Ha.”

“Is it cold?”

“Mmm. Yeah.”

Song Hyunsoo shook his head with his chin raised.

It had been so long since that hand had touched him there—the sensation was indescribably thrilling.

He felt like he might spill at any moment.

Pressed right up against Song Hyunsoo’s side, Yoon Jooho’s erection poked insistently at his thigh, so stiff that it could be felt even through his clothes.

He reached down and rubbed along the front of Yoon Jooho’s pants.

At the same time, he bit down gently on the tip of Yoon Jooho’s chin, grinding his teeth, and searched for his eyes with a wet, hungry gaze.

Meeting his deep, desire-darkened eyes, Song Hyunsoo gave himself over to the pleasure only a lover could give.

With Yoon Jooho’s palm and wrist pressing and stroking his member, he couldn’t just lie still.

His hips kept thrusting upward on their own.

Song Hyunsoo moved his hips eagerly, rubbing the most sensitive spot into Yoon Jooho’s hand.

Yoon Jooho’s eyes gleamed in the darkness.

“Where did you learn to move your hips like that?”

“Haah, ha. Hng. Ngh, hng.”

“You look like you’re loving it.”

“Yeah, y-yeah. Ha, it feels so good.”

“No.”

“Haah, ngh. Hng.”

“If I go inside you right now, it’ll feel fucking incredible.”

Yoon Jooho tilted his head closer and began to lick Song Hyunsoo’s ear.

He coated it with saliva, rubbing and thrusting with his tongue, then crushing his lips down—movements hardly different from a kiss.

It felt like his hearing might melt away.

“Ah, mm.”

Sticky sounds, wet and obscene, came from somewhere—whether it was inside his underwear or right by his ear, he couldn’t tell.

All he could do was open his body honestly to every sensation Yoon Jooho brought.

Yoon Jooho’s hand, which had been rubbing and pressing his member, slipped further back, deeper.

“Your precum’s run all the way back here.”

His voice struggled to suppress his excitement.

Between the cheeks of his buttocks, right around the tightly closed entrance, Yoon Jooho’s fingers smeared the slippery liquid.

Pre-cum, wetting Yoon Jooho’s palm, had run down the cleft of Song Hyunsoo’s rear.

Song Hyunsoo lowered his gaze. His glistening member jutted out from his briefs, and behind it, Yoon Jooho’s wrist disappeared between his legs—it was deeply obscene.

“Haah, ngh. Hng.”

He gripped the knit chest pressed up against his right side.

Yoon Jooho’s fingers, trailing between the cheeks, finally dipped shallowly inside. Song Hyunsoo grabbed his forearm, trying to push him away.

“Wait, hey, where are you putting your fingers—”

Yoon Jooho let out a tortured breath right beside his ear, whining.

“You, feeling it like that, you’re so fucking sexy. Am I just supposed to watch? Is this torture? You still haven’t forgiven me, have you?”

“No, sunbae, wait, please calm down.”

“I just… want to have sex with you right here, right now.”

“Ugh!”

A fingertip began to slip in and out of his entrance. In, then out, and then in again.

As the familiar pleasure, connected through that narrow passage, returned, Song Hyunsoo involuntarily tightened around him.

Haa. Feeling the clench through his finger, Yoon Jooho let out a pained moan right in his ear.

“You squeeze so tight and still tell me no? I want you. I want to hold you. I want to go in and never pull out. Fuck, my hips are itching like crazy.”

“Just wait a little. I didn’t come prepared today.”

“I know. We can’t.”

He bit into Song Hyunsoo’s nape, just hard enough not to leave a mark.

Seeing Yoon Jooho suffer, forced to be content with just one finger, was oddly endearing.

Not that he’d ever say so out loud—he’d definitely get mad.

Song Hyunsoo pressed a kiss to Yoon Jooho’s forehead as he sucked his nape, and stroked his cheek.

Then he murmured, as if to himself,

“If I’d known I’d hear that kind of confession, I… would’ve come prepared.”

“……”

Yoon Jooho froze for a moment.

Then, he bumped his forehead against Song Hyunsoo’s shoulder a few times—thud, thud.

“Prepared or not, do you just want to get fucked raw?”

“What are you—”

“If not, don’t say those kinds of cute things.”

He had no idea what had triggered Yoon Jooho’s switch this time.

While he was still thinking that, Yoon Jooho pulled his fingers from inside him, then straightened up with a hunched back.

He yanked his sweater over his head and tossed it aside, then started unfastening his pants.

Meanwhile, Song Hyunsoo pulled off his own hoodie.

With Yoon Jooho bracing himself on his knees between Song Hyunsoo’s legs, it wasn’t easy for Song Hyunsoo to bend his knees.

“Sunbae, wait, my shoes—”

Yoon Jooho helped him off with both shoes, and Song Hyunsoo, in his hurry, pulled his right leg free from his pants.

His bunched black briefs hung off his left calf, tangled up with his jeans.

Clothes hastily half-removed in the throes of sex were more arousing than complete nudity.

Yoon Jooho hooked his finger into the briefs through the open zipper and tugged down the band.

His half-erect cock bounced up, full of vigor.

Fixing his eyes on it, faintly glowing in the darkness, Song Hyunsoo swallowed hard.

Yoon Jooho hovered above Song Hyunsoo, leading with his cock.

“Haah… ah.”

Hot and obscenely thick, his member pressed between Song Hyunsoo’s spread legs.

Even without being inside, Yoon Jooho filled his groin entirely.

Just rubbing against each other like this, it felt like he could come several times.

Without knowing who started it, they wrapped themselves around each other.

They caressed and stroked bare skin, tangled tongues, and sucked at each other’s lips.

They savored the rush of realizing the other was truly theirs.

Their cocks, rubbing between their lower bellies, grew even harder.

To quell his urge to penetrate, Yoon Jooho slipped his hands behind Song Hyunsoo’s back, hugging him close, and began to thrust.

“Hngh, mm. Hng. Ngh. Hng.”

Each time Yoon Jooho drew his hips back and then thrust upward beneath Song Hyunsoo’s raised butt, Song Hyunsoo’s jaw trembled uncontrollably.

The heavy balls swung, slapping against his lifted ass, driving him crazy.

He wound his arms around Yoon Jooho’s neck, rubbing his bare legs against his side and back, shuddering at the force of his thrusts.

Their cocks, grinding and rubbing between their bellies, felt ready to burst.

“Mmm. Mmm. Nngh.”

Even as he shook him like that, Yoon Jooho never withdrew his tongue from Song Hyunsoo’s mouth.

Below, he had to accept Yoon Jooho’s thrusts; above, he had to accept his tongue—it was overwhelming.

It was hardly easier than penetration itself.

Like a drowning man grasping for anything, Song Hyunsoo kept pulling Yoon Jooho’s back toward him.

His mind was so scrambled that he didn’t even care if he left handprints.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, smack, smack. Smack, smack.

Yoon Jooho’s thrusts grew rough and fast.

Just as Song Hyunsoo felt like he was being pounded all the way up to his crown, he pushed at Yoon Jooho’s shoulders and gripped his muscles so hard it was like he’d tear them apart.

“I, I’m gonna—haah! S-sunbae, I… mm, mmph.”

Their lips pressed together, mucous membranes and tongues sliding softly, he reached climax.

He stroked Yoon Jooho’s rippling back, then slipped his hand inside the waistband of his briefs, clutching his rock-hard ass.

Almost simultaneously, Yoon Jooho reached his peak as well.

Their pressed-together bellies were smeared with sticky semen, but neither cared. Clinging to each other, moving languidly, their lips never parted.

Their holes, hiding the red mucous membranes within, parted as they pressed their lips together, rubbing, mouthing, trading wet flesh and sucking in each other’s saliva.

Kissing, truly, was every bit as intimate as sex itself.

By the time the endlessly unbroken kiss left Song Hyunsoo breathless, Yoon Jooho finally pulled away, trailing light pecks and kisses.

Even after having mapped out Song Hyunsoo’s mouth to his heart’s content, he still looked unsatisfied.

Then, he collapsed onto Song Hyunsoo’s chest.

He rubbed his lips softly against Song Hyunsoo’s temple and ear, still breathless with the afterglow, and whispered in a hoarse voice,

“Don’t ever do that again.”

Haa, haa. Hngh.

Song Hyunsoo could do nothing but gasp for air, unable to ask or answer anything.

“If you’re going to break the habit, do it while staying by my side.”

“……”

“Slap me, kick me, torture me, I don’t care. Just don’t leave me.”

He’d said something like this when they first started dating, too.

As Yoon Jooho kept repeating ‘don’t go’ and buried his lips deep in the nape of his neck, Song Hyunsoo wrapped both arms tightly around Yoon Jooho’s bare back.

My pitiable Prince.

So he spoke gently, just in his heart, so Yoon Jooho wouldn’t hear.

Beyond his shoulder, through the Panorama Sunroof, the night sky stretched wide.

It was a sky full of stars he hadn’t seen in a long time.