When Song Hyunsoo returned to the bedroom, his face flushed red and damp, he saw Yoon Jooho in a bathrobe, sitting by the window in a chair with only the bedside lamp on, sipping whiskey.
Song Hyunsoo, feeling awkward, rubbed his palm against his robe for no reason.
“Where’s Monroe?”
“Sleeping in the Living Room.”
“Sleeping again? He’s still a baby, after all.”
Song Hyunsoo giggled, but his laughter vanished as his gaze shifted absentmindedly.
Staring at the headboard, he asked Yoon Jooho in a surprised voice.
“Huh? Where’s the Poster? The Poster of Days of Being Wild.”
“I moved it to the Storage Room.”
“Why? That’s your signature, senior.”
“It was, until now.”
Yoon Jooho set his on-the-rocks glass down on the table and stood up.
“I thought I’d change the atmosphere for a new chapter in life.”
“……”
“I’m not a legless bird anymore.”
The spot where the previous Poster used to hang was still faintly visible.
Song Hyunsoo stood there, dazed, quietly gazing at the mark.
“It looks a bit empty. How about putting up another Poster?”
Yoon Jooho approached from behind and gently wrapped his arms around Song Hyunsoo’s lower belly.
“What do you think would be good? You pick one.”
“You’ll put up whatever I choose?”
“It’s your bedroom too now.”
“Hmm… What would be nice? Jerry Maguire?”
Pressing his cheek against Song Hyunsoo’s, Yoon Jooho kissed him near the temple and slipped his hand inside the collar of the robe.
“That sounds good.”
“Or… Notting Hill?”
As Yoon Jooho’s hand boldly kneaded and squeezed over his chest, Song Hyunsoo hunched his shoulders and added another option.
Yoon Jooho’s lips moved from his ear to his neck, then lower and lower, while his hand tousled Song Hyunsoo’s chest and the robe became messier.
“Haa, uh, ngh.”
His other hand, reaching out from behind, slid between the robe, touching his manhood.
“Mmm… Hng… Ah. Ah, senior.”
While getting ready in the bathroom, his lower body had already become overly sensitive.
The moist, warm hand, still damp, stroked his cock, kneaded his balls and perineum, and he felt like his lower half was melting already.
It was hard to stay standing.
The robe parted further and slid off, exposing one shoulder and chest.
Every time his hand slipped under the loosened belt, Song Hyunsoo’s hardening erection and glossy black pubes peeked through.
Even looking down at himself, the sight was unbearably lewd.
His knees buckled and his legs curled up on their own.
Nibbling on Song Hyunsoo’s earlobe and probing the hole with his pointed tongue, Yoon Jooho whispered in a deep, sunken voice.
“Have you been doing it alone all this time?”
“O-of course. Haven’t you, senior?”
“I have. Sometimes, several times in a row.”
“For your age, senior, that’s pretty impressive stamin—ugh, ngh.”
Song Hyunsoo couldn’t finish as Yoon Jooho’s hand stroked his erection, and his head tilted back.
“It’s easy to masturbate when your boyfriend’s sexy.”
“Ah, hng. Aah!”
With the sticky, sweet sounds of saliva and Yoon Jooho’s honeyed voice, Song Hyunsoo’s toes curled against the floor.
When Yoon Jooho pinched his nipple between his fingers and tugged gently, he couldn’t help but thrust his chest forward.
“The feel of your lips when I suck them, the heft of your chest muscles when I grab them, your sensual nipples, your cock shaking every time I thrust.”
“Hah, ngh! Ha.”
“I missed all of it so much.”
Yoon Jooho tugged at the loosely tied belt with a long pull, then slid the robe off Song Hyunsoo’s shoulders.
Thud.
Song Hyunsoo’s robe dropped at his feet.
Now completely naked, he turned to face him. His body, already aroused by the caresses, trembled lightly.
With trembling hands, he reached for Yoon Jooho’s waist.
He tugged at the loosely knotted sash, and it slipped open effortlessly.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the dark, prominent bulge showing through the parted collar.
Thud.
Yoon Jooho slipped his own robe off his shoulders.
“Mmm. Mmm. Hng.”
Without pause, he surged forward and showered Song Hyunsoo with kisses, pushing him toward the bed.
Lifting him by the thighs, he entwined his tongue deeply, then tossed Song Hyunsoo onto the bed.
Brazenly, two or three bottles of lube were waiting on the bed.
He quickly settled between Song Hyunsoo’s sprawled legs and began grinding with his lower half.
His already swelling, heavy length filled the space between Song Hyunsoo’s thighs.
“Haah, ha. Hng.”
Just rubbing the head against the entrance felt like it might be enough to make them both lose control.
Song Hyunsoo couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of Yoon Jooho’s hips, teasing and swirling his cock right up against his own entrance.
“Ah, it’s too…”
“Too what?”
“Senior, you’re too sexy.”
Swinging his hips back and forth, smacking beneath him, Yoon Jooho grabbed Song Hyunsoo’s left ankle and lifted it up.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Maintaining eye contact with Song Hyunsoo lying beneath him, he licked the anklebone with his tongue, nibbled the heel, then began lavishing attention on each toe from the pinky upward.
Those lust-darkened eyes, gazing down at him, sent chills through Song Hyunsoo.
“Nnn… Hngh. Ngh.”
The fourth toe beside the pinky, then the middle… He licked each one with his tongue, sucked them into his mouth, nibbled lightly with his teeth.
For a moment, Song Hyunsoo worried he might bite one off and swallow it whole.
But then, bizarrely, the thought that it might not be so bad flashed through his mind.
Having a piece of himself swallowed up by Yoon Jooho.
Moving on to the index toe, longer than the big one, Yoon Jooho sucked on it as if it would release some sweet nectar.
Even then, his hips never stopped grinding against Song Hyunsoo’s lower half.
“Ahh, se-sen… stop, that, stop.”
Perhaps because it was a spot he wasn’t often touched, it felt even more sensitive.
Watching Yoon Jooho’s face sucking on his toes while moving his hips added a visual assault.
Yoon Jooho, with those beautiful lips, was sucking his toes like that.
Just the awareness of it made Song Hyunsoo clench and pulse, the entrance tightening involuntarily.
With each loud slurp, a warm, soft tongue coiled and undulated around his toes.
Song Hyunsoo started to twist his body.
“Aah! Ngh! N-no, no, not that. I said I don’t like that.”
With one leg raised, feeling his cock being smacked and teased underneath was pure torture.
He hadn’t even been penetrated yet, but his hole already felt slick and thoroughly ravished.
Sex, Yoon Jooho’s cock.
There was nothing else he could think about.
“Put it in, put it in, senior.”
His voice was already splitting pitifully.
Yoon Jooho spat out the saliva-soaked second toe. A long, clear string of drool stretched between his lips and the toe.
Laying Song Hyunsoo’s leg down, Yoon Jooho leaned over him.
“You want it in already? Acting like a kid.”
Forget embarrassment—Song Hyunsoo flung his arms around his neck and thrust his tongue out.
He wanted to kiss him, desperately, hungrily, right now.
Clinging to his neck, he nipped at Yoon Jooho’s chin and wrapped both legs tightly around his waist.
“Who was it who once said, ‘you don’t need to set the mood with a guy’?”
“How long are you going to bring that up…”
“Mmm… mm. Hmm.”
As Yoon Jooho resisted coming any closer, Song Hyunsoo yanked on his neck and devoured his lips.
Their lips pressed and rubbed fiercely, and Yoon Jooho, riled by the sensation, thrust his tongue inside.
Song Hyunsoo closed his eyes as the tongue invaded his mouth.
He rubbed his legs against Yoon Jooho’s solid waist and, with his arms around his neck, roamed the upper muscles of his back.
He wanted to be penetrated right then and there, but still, it wasn’t time.
Moving down, Yoon Jooho traced around the areola with his tongue.
“Hng! Nngh! Nnngh, ugh.”
His tongue avoided the nipple itself, swirling only around the plump, enticing areola, driving Song Hyunsoo wild.
His back arched, chest thrust forward of its own accord, but Yoon Jooho’s tongue only flicked lightly at the base of the nipple, teasing, almost torturous.
“Uhng! Ngh.”
His nipples… Visually exciting, but never really that sensitive for him…
He gathered the flesh around the areola himself, pinching it so the nipple stood out even more, and rubbed it against Yoon Jooho’s lips.
If only he could relieve this itchy feeling in his core, he would do anything, no matter how shameless.
“Suck it. Suck my chest hard, senior.”
Meeting his gaze, Yoon Jooho stuck out his tongue and licked up from beneath, pressing the nipple down so it bent.
“Uh… Uh.”
Then, shluurp, he sucked the nipple fully into his mouth.
“Aah! Ngh! Nghh.”
A sharp, almost painful pleasure shot up his spine, scratching right at that itch. His nipple, cock, and even his hole all thrummed with that sensation.
A large, sweat-slick palm slid up his side.
His whole body was so sensitive it almost hurt. Song Hyunsoo shuddered at the touch.
Holding the nipple in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, Yoon Jooho finally nipped hard at the flesh around it with his teeth.
“Ah, ah!… Ah, aah.”
Why did the lingering ache in his chest make pre-cum leak from his tip?
I must be a pervert by now, Song Hyunsoo thought, rubbing his own chest, while Yoon Jooho sat up and once more repositioned himself between Song Hyunsoo’s legs.
Now, is it finally time to put it in?
But not yet.
His cock was hard enough to hammer nails, he couldn’t stop swirling his hips, rubbing and teasing, clearly wanting to enter—but he kept stalling.
Yoon Jooho took Song Hyunsoo’s left hand to his lips and, just as he had with the toes, began kissing, licking, and sucking each finger one by one.
“Hnn, hmm. Ngh.”
He licked each finger thoroughly, sliding his tongue between them, face filled with a decadent expression.
Yoon Jooho slowly, deeply, pushed Song Hyunsoo’s longest finger, the middle, into his mouth, right up to the hilt.
Song Hyunsoo moved his middle finger inside, exploring the hot, slick insides of Yoon Jooho’s mouth.
Pressing against the soft tongue, twisting, brushing the bony palate within.
“Haa, ha, hnng.”
Just swirling his finger inside Yoon Jooho’s mouth made Song Hyunsoo’s body tremble, and his hole clenched.
His right hand drifted down to his cock, but Yoon Jooho’s other hand stopped him.
To show him something so lewd but not let him even touch himself? Cruel bastard. This was torture, pure torture.
“Haaah, ngh. Se, senior…”
“Mmm.”
Yoon Jooho answered briefly, still holding his finger in his mouth.
“What’s gotten into you today?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you… like this…”
After slowly pulling the finger out, Yoon Jooho licked every bit of it thoroughly with his tongue.
Today, he seemed determined to love Song Hyunsoo’s body thoroughly, taking his time. From toes to fingers, he was kissing and sucking everywhere.
“I’m just carefully cherishing my beloved boyfriend.”
Yeah, good job. Better than just getting hard and panting and thinking of nothing but fucking. That’s true, but…
“I get it, I know how much you love me now, so…”
“……”
“Can’t you just put it in, and then suck my chest or fingers or whatever you want? Please, senior?”
This time, Song Hyunsoo swayed his hips, rubbing himself against Yoon Jooho’s erection.
“I really, really want this right now.”
Yoon Jooho planted both hands under Song Hyunsoo’s armpits, getting into position. He was poised to thrust in and pound away like crazy at any moment.
“Say you love me.”
“What, why now…”
“Come on, say you love me?”
Wriggling those lewd hips, Yoon Jooho looked down at him with a sly smile from above. He was dying to put it in himself.
As he rotated his hips more, Yoon Jooho slid his right middle and index fingers from the corner of Song Hyunsoo’s mouth inside, past his lips.
Even as his fingers pressed deep, nearly at his uvula, Song Hyunsoo could barely answer, mouth full.
“Mmm, mm… Haa… I, I love y—”
“Who do you love?”
“Yoon Jooho.”
With his shoulders and chest puffed out, Yoon Jooho watched him with intense focus. That glint in his eyes sent chills down Song Hyunsoo’s spine.
After pressing and rubbing his tongue, sliding over the palate and prodding the soft flesh inside his cheeks until they bulged, only then did the fingers slowly withdraw.