Chapter 115: Dissolve: His Last Choice

Meanwhile, Song Hyunsoo sat up, leaning his back against the wall and hugging the pillow.

In the darkness, he watched Yoon Jooho quietly and pointed to the lower part of the hanger.

“Over there, in that box from before, there are condoms.”

Turning his head, Yoon Jooho confirmed the box, then carelessly threw his stripped T-shirt onto the floor and picked up the box.

Despite all the orders, Jooho obediently followed them, which was new and intriguing. Of course, he was probably barely holding back.

Climbing onto the mattress, Yoon Jooho sat facing Song Hyunsoo. He opened the box and picked out an extra-large condom and some gel.

Song Hyunsoo gently patted his head from above.

“You’re so obedient. Good boy, our Prince.”

Yoon Jooho grabbed Song Hyunsoo’s wrist and squeezed it tightly until the bones ached.

“Can you handle the mess after messing around?”

His sharp gaze was electrifying.

This kind of thing suited Yoon Jooho perfectly.

“Don’t you know? I’m deliberately provoking you.”

This time, he bared his teeth and gave a sly grin.

Sliding between Song Hyunsoo’s legs, the kiss began.

He used to say he didn’t set the mood with guys, but he had come a long way.

That thought didn’t last long.

Lips met and parted, tongues brushed against each other, producing a sweet sound that teased the ears.

Soft as if enveloped in clouds, then repeatedly growing intense like an uncontrollable fire— the ebb and flow of their rhythm made the mind go dizzy.

“Uhm, mm…”

Sensual caresses awakening and heightening pleasure through lips and tongues.

Receiving kisses like a fellatio.

“You say you don’t want penetration, but you like kissing, huh?”

Yoon Jooho parted his lips for a moment, pressing foreheads together with a crooked smile.

“Not really… I don’t like it that much.”

Song Hyunsoo denied, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“When you try to pull away, the tongue follows?”

“That never happened.”

“It happens a lot. You’re all tough and stubborn, but you melt when I just kiss you.”

“Ah, well… ugh, umph!”

Just as he was about to snap back that it’s natural to like kissing the person you like, Yoon Jooho poured kisses all over again.

Smack, smack, smack-smack… The relentless barrage of kisses left no room for words, and oddly, it was more embarrassing than the intense tongue kisses.

Yoon Jooho soothed him with a kiss on the bridge of his nose, laughing softly.

“Don’t sulk. That’s why I said you’re cute.”

Cu… cute, what?

Before he could ask him to say it again, his lips were swallowed once more.

Every time Yoon Jooho’s tongue slid in and parted inside his mouth, his mind clouded just the same as before.

He lost all will and melted into a limp mess.

“Uhm…”

It didn’t matter anymore.

He admitted it. He liked Yoon Jooho’s kisses. Enough to do it all day long.

His eyelids fluttered open, but the arms hugging the pillow only tightened.

Even his toes twitched restlessly.

“Mm. Hhh, mm.”

Filling, shaking, touching, and rubbing the inside of Song Hyunsoo’s mouth, Yoon Jooho tugged at the pillow separating them.

When Song Hyunsoo resisted, trying not to lose it, Jooho swiftly snatched it away and threw it somewhere on the mattress.

With the obstacle removed, his hand plunged inside the T-shirt.

His fingertips frantically searched for the nipples, climbing up toward the chest.

Finding the tiny bumps of flesh, he gripped widely around the nipples and twisted painfully.

“Ugh, ugh!”

His mouth was too stuffed to let out a proper moan.

The sound that failed to escape felt like it was shoved down his throat by Yoon Jooho’s tongue.

Click.

The sharp sound of Yoon Jooho opening the gel cap with one hand made his senses sharpen.

Warming the gel in his palm so it wasn’t cold, Jooho slipped his hand into the waistband of Song Hyunsoo’s pants.

Hyunsoo’s arousal spiked to a new level.

The sensation of Jooho’s skin touching his bare member was burning hot, like a flame.

He struggled to resist.

“Hhh, hhh… haah.”

From the shaft to the testicles, Yoon Jooho’s brows knitted in concentration as if searching for something across his lower body.

Finally, he withdrew his long tongue from Song Hyunsoo’s mouth.

“…What is this?”

Hyunsoo was too out of breath to grasp the situation.

He was exhausted just from gasping for air.

Like punishment, Yoon Jooho’s warm hand coated with gel gripped his member tightly as he frowned.

“Hey, where are your briefs?”

“Ah!”

Only then did Hyunsoo remember he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

But there was no time to resist.

Yoon Jooho grabbed the back of his pants’ waistband and yanked hard.

The lower half of his pants fell down to his knees, exposing his member and ass completely.

Hyunsoo tried to pull down the hem of his T-shirt to cover himself somehow, but Jooho mercilessly snatched his wrist.

The grip was so strong it felt like it might snap his arm.

“Ah… it hurts… I’m telling you it hurts.”

Considering the alternating strength from excitement during sex, it was excessive.

Yet, Jooho’s eyes seemed not to notice his pain.

It was as if he couldn’t hear Hyunsoo’s cries either, staring intently down below without any control over his force.

“You let me in like this?”

His voice was raised, nearly trembling.

“What if it was some other guy?”

“It’s not like anyone could see I’m not wearing underwear. Stop with the weird talk… mmph, hmm.”

He covered Hyunsoo’s lips again, immediately plunging his tongue in and stirring wildly inside.

Ah… he wasn’t angry. He was excited.

While blocking his mouth from above, his hand slipped down below to the deepest spot behind the testicles.

“Hhng! Hff!”

His middle finger slid inside the already soft hole with no resistance.

Hyunsoo’s waist jerked in response to the sensation of a part of Yoon Jooho entering his body.

“Uhh, wait. W-wait… no.”

Another finger immediately pried inside.

Hyunsoo tried grabbing Jooho’s arm, but it was useless.

Inside, Jooho’s two fingers spread wide, stretching him open.

“This is so stretched out. And you come out like this to let me in? What if it wasn’t me?”

“It was a senior after all, so it doesn’t matter… hhng, hff.”

Hyunsoo couldn’t finish his sentence and covered his mouth again.

His already sensitive flesh, heightened from masturbation earlier, was touched and explored by those fingers, causing a surge of pleasure.

“Fuck, it’s still so wet inside.”

Yoon Jooho buried his lips into the base of Hyunsoo’s neck and whispered hoarsely.

He licked deeply along the skin with his tongue, deliberately making wet sounds as he prodded inside and nipped at his ear.

“Hhh, uh. Hff. Ah.”

Every time his fingers sank deep, Hyunsoo felt liquid leaking from inside.

“This isn’t from some other bastard, right?”

“Stop with the bullshit… mmph! Uhm. Hmm.”

This guy, seriously. Whenever he’s cornered, he just shuts Hyunsoo up with kisses… where did he learn that?

It was infuriating. Yet, the way his tongue caressed the inside of his cheek and scratched his palate was so intoxicating.

In the end, Hyunsoo could only wrap his arms around his neck.

The deep vibration inside his throat made his eyelids droop heavily.

“Were you like this the whole time we were talking?”

“Hhh, uh. Haah.”

“Pretending to be fine on the outside, no panties on, and your ass was this wet?”

With his fingers still deep inside, Yoon Jooho gripped Hyunsoo’s lower flesh tightly, muttering curses.

He thought he was just teasing and laughing, but getting this excited over no underwear? He would have to hold back from now on…

“Haht! Hrk, uh!”

Raising his head, Hyunsoo squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

His fingers began moving rapidly inside his hole.

His back, leaning against the wall, slowly slid downward.

Yoon Jooho completely pulled off the half-fallen pants from Hyunsoo’s calves and grabbed the pillow he had thrown away, placing it behind his head.

Pushing upward inside, as if massaging the inner walls, his fingertips traced and squeezed the swollen prostate precisely.

The spot that even men could feel pleasure from when receiving penetration.

Overwhelmed by the indescribably strange sensation, Hyunsoo twisted his waist and struggled.

“Ahh, kuh… th-this is impossible…”

“What is?”

“Your fingers, senior…”

Yoon Jooho swept Hyunsoo’s sweat-drenched hair back over his forehead.

Hyunsoo’s lips were parched, eyes wide open as if seeing ghosts, shaking his head.

“When I do it, it’s not this… this intense. Hff. Haah!”

Every time Jooho’s bundled fingers caught on the entrance, it drove him insane.

It felt like they were being hammered in.

Even though Jooho was probing from behind, the front grew firmer.

The friction rubbing over the prostate was unstoppable.

His heels lifted, and the inner thighs twitched in spasms.

Gripping the massive shoulder in front of him, he tensed his fingertips, clinging as if begging for mercy.

Yoon Jooho’s muscles stiffened as if to flick his fingers away.

Rubbing his erect member against the back of Hyunsoo’s thigh, Jooho’s hips jerked forward and back already.

He wanted to push this inside and thrust his hips hard.

He was charging at him with his whole body.