Chapter 91: Dissolve: His Last Choice

The act of removing whatever had been covering his body sent a thrill through Song Hyunsoo.

It didn’t even matter that he was awkwardly crammed into a single-seat recliner.

“Ugh. Hng.”

Yoon Jooho dove in in earnest.

He showered kisses on Song Hyunsoo’s lips and around them, then buried his face in his neck.

He ran his tongue up the length of Hyunsoo’s throat, smeared his lips across his skin until they were crushed, and bit into the flesh between his teeth, chewing gently.

Song Hyunsoo wrapped his arms around Jooho’s head and patted his upper back as if to soothe him.

“Sunbae, you’re going to leave a mark there.”

“I know.”

Yoon Jooho’s reply was tight, as if something was pressing down on his voice.

“Do I seem like such a rookie to you?”

“Ugh.”

As a hand suddenly slipped under the T-shirt beneath his sweatshirt, Hyunsoo’s shoulders tensed just as— bzzz— the seat’s backrest began to slowly recline.

Jooho was fumbling with his left hand, pressing the angle adjustment button.

All the while, his right hand kneaded Hyunsoo’s bare chest under his T-shirt, and his lips roamed over his neck, doing everything possible with tongue and teeth.

He’s… not a rookie… He might just go crazy and leave my neck all ragged…

Leaning back between the car window and the seat, Hyunsoo found himself being pressed further and further down by Jooho’s body, his position growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Jooho’s body slid between his thighs, pressing close, their lower halves now tightly joined.

As their position neared missionary, Hyunsoo unconsciously dug his fingers into the back of Jooho’s head.

Click—the fully reclined backrest stopped moving.

Jooho’s hand soon moved downward. His lips crawled back up.

“Haah, uh… ngh!”

He bit Hyunsoo’s earlobe, then flicked the rim of his ear with the tip of his tongue, making Hyunsoo arch his back.

Losing hold of Jooho’s head, Hyunsoo instead clutched the broad shoulders filling his vision.

Below, Jooho was unzipping Hyunsoo’s jeans with one hand, then undoing the buckle.

Because he hadn’t undone the buckle first, it was easy to unzip with one hand.

Even in his dazed, aroused state, Hyunsoo couldn’t help but notice just how skilled Jooho was at this. But that awareness soon melted away.

Wait. He unzipped it, then undid the buckle?

Hyunsoo tried to push Jooho’s shoulders away and sit up.

“W-wait a second, sunbae.”

“What is it?”

Interrupted, Jooho pulled his face away from Hyunsoo’s ear, scowling menacingly.

“Are you going to take my pants off?”

“Do you want to come with them on? That’d be uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?”

Ah, so coming is just assumed here.

Bracing himself with his left hand on the headrest above Hyunsoo’s head, Jooho leaned down again.

The moment Hyunsoo felt Jooho’s breath by his ear, his shoulders shrank.

This time, Jooho wasn’t in a rush. His lips and nose softly brushed and teased around Hyunsoo’s ear. Even that alone was enough to drive Hyunsoo mad.

“Haah, ha! Hng.”

He gripped Jooho’s shoulders, but the knit fabric kept slipping in his hands.

Through the open zipper, Jooho’s hand finally slid inside.

“Ah! Hng! Ugh!”

This time, as Hyunsoo tilted his chin up, his chest arched. Jooho’s fingers stroked his member through his underwear.

Hyunsoo shuddered, shaking his head frantically. Jooho, holding Hyunsoo’s half-hard member in his hand, began to stroke it with an enticing rhythm, varying the pressure.

“Nnngh, hng. Hnnngh… ugh.”

Hyunsoo grabbed whatever he could—Jooho’s arm, his shoulder, his neck. He even bit down on his own lower lip.

As Jooho rubbed his lips along the curves of Hyunsoo’s ear, he whispered,

“So Baek Kang and Lee Sol were getting touchy, and Lee San ended up jerking off after seeing it, huh?”

“That’s just… my i-imagination… ngh.”

Still lying down, Hyunsoo squirmed his hips. Cooper’s Fluid was leaking, soaking his underwear.

He wanted to close his legs in case Jooho noticed, but Jooho was already wedged firmly between his thighs.

Pressing down on Hyunsoo’s penis with his palm, Jooho brought his lips right to Hyunsoo’s ear.

“You know, I’d like it if you got turned on by Baek Kang.”

“……”

Psycho.

He almost muttered it out loud.

He knew Jooho was dead set on getting his pants off.

Knowing that, it was infuriating and unfair that he still couldn’t help but play along. And yet, he couldn’t help but want the man in front of him.

“Your ears are sensitive, huh.”

That low chuckle.

It’s more like… I’m weak to your voice, sunbae.

Thud, thud.

He didn’t even notice his shoes being pulled off and dropping to the floor. He was too bewitched by the soft smile right in front of him.

Jooho stripped off Hyunsoo’s jeans and underwear together, then, kneeling on the seat, unzipped his own pants and pulled out his member.

Jooho’s was already hard as well. Even in the deep darkness, it gleamed with undeniable presence. Swallowing dryly, Hyunsoo reached for it without thinking.

“Since when… were you like this?”

Leaning over, one hand braced on the ceiling, Jooho shrugged.

“Since you said, ‘Let’s get married.’?”

Then, as smoothly and flexibly as a reptile with a snake’s neck, he pressed down over Hyunsoo’s body again. His cock rubbed against Hyunsoo’s now-naked lower half.

“Ugh, hng… ah.”

Watching Hyunsoo’s reactions closely from above, Jooho slowly rolled his hips.

“That line. Isn’t it kind of vague about the subject and object?”

“Nngh, hmm. Ngh!”

The hot flesh pressing between his legs writhed like it was alive. Hyunsoo bit down hard on his lower lip.

Without thinking, he bent his knees, opening his legs more to accept Jooho. Jooho’s lower body kept thrusting up against Hyunsoo as if trying to climb on top.

“Cutting out everything but ‘Let’s get married’…”

“Well, obviously I meant noona, S-Sol and…”

“Are you serious?”

“What… do you mean.”

Arms stretched up to grip the headrest, Hyunsoo finally managed to meet Jooho’s gaze. Jooho’s face, brows drawn in as if angry, filled his vision.

“Would you be okay if I married Sol?”

“……”

Instead of answering, Hyunsoo looped his arms around Jooho’s neck and pulled him close.

He pressed his own soft lips to Jooho’s thin, cold ones, mashing them together.

A hot tongue immediately parted his lips and slipped inside, as if it had been waiting.

“Nngh. Mm. Ngh.”

Spreading his tongue wide to fill Hyunsoo’s mouth, Jooho, apparently unsatisfied, pressed his middle and index fingers into the corners of Hyunsoo’s lips.

“Nnngh.”

There was a faint salty taste at first, but it was gone in an instant.

The fingers stroked the inside of his cheek, scraped along the roof of his mouth, and the sensation made both his mouth and his mind melt.

Jooho’s other hand slid down to grope Hyunsoo’s buttocks.

Then, he kept teasing around Hyunsoo’s anus. His fingers circled and pressed against the tightly closed entrance, surrounded by warm flesh, in a way that was anything but casual.

Twisting his head, Hyunsoo spat out Jooho’s tongue and fingers. A string of saliva hung from his lips, which Jooho licked away with his tongue.

“How far… are you planning to go.”

“Just a little.”

As Jooho tried to press their lips together again, Hyunsoo turned his face away, pushing at Jooho’s shoulder.

“You did this last time too, putting in two fingers.”

Jooho touched his forehead to Hyunsoo’s, giving a sheepish smile. It was obviously a conman’s smile.

The problem was, even knowing he was a conman, Hyunsoo still wanted to deposit money in his account.

Jooho pressed down on Hyunsoo’s anus with his fingertip, rubbing his nose against Hyunsoo’s.

“Don’t you want to do it with me? Here?”

“Nnngh…”

Hyunsoo closed his eyes. A heavy moan slipped from between his tightly shut lips.

Finally, Jooho’s finger pushed inside.

“I-I told you, sunbae, that thing of yours… it won’t go in without prep.”

Word by word, Jooho’s long, tidy fingers slowly twisted inside, pushing deeper and deeper.

“Hmm, you seem softer than last time.”

Squinting as if gauging something, eyes fixed on the air, Jooho carefully explored inside Hyunsoo. Then, looking down at Hyunsoo beneath him, he grinned.

“About that prep. Didn’t you do some by yourself?”

“Ah, seriously!”

Blushing furiously, Hyunsoo covered his mouth with his arm and kicked Jooho’s lower back with his heel.

With a low laugh, Jooho grabbed Hyunsoo’s wrist and pulled his arm down.

“You say no with your mouth, but you know what?”

Those fingers, which could make even smoking or holding a coffee cup look elegant, found a certain spot inside Hyunsoo—a small, swollen pouch. He rubbed it gently, as if stroking it.

“Every time I rub here… you start leaking up front.”

“Nnngh… ugh.”

At the stimulation of his prostate, Hyunsoo’s body trembled.

With his finger still inside, Jooho pressed his palm up against Hyunsoo’s groin. Then, in a voice so faint it was barely audible even to Hyunsoo, he whispered,

“My hand’s soaked with your fluid.”

As if to prove it, every time Jooho squeezed below, a sticky sound leaked out from between his palm and Hyunsoo’s skin.