Side Story 1: Long Take : Part 21

In the darkness, Song Hyunsoo waited for the approaching touch.

So far, it still felt like a game. An intriguing new game.

The first place the Feather touched was the sole of his foot. Song Hyunsoo shuddered and burst out laughing.

“It tickles.”

“Testing its performance.”

Yoon Jooho’s voice came from in front of him, not behind. He was very close.

The Feather, starting at his heel, trailed up his calf, behind his knee, swept along the back of his thigh, and danced lightly over his exposed buttocks.

“Huu.”

It was such a simple touch. Yet just the Blindfold heightened his sensitivity many times over.

As the Feather, as soft as a ball of cotton, swept widely across his buttocks, it slid up his side and moved forward.

The faux Feather, as soft as cotton, brushed carefully beneath the Blindfold, across his lips and jaw, along his neck, shoulder, and collarbone, his chest and nipples, and his sides.

It felt as if every cell in his body was being awakened. It was just a thin tuft, but even its slightest graze sent shivers rippling over his skin.

As the Feather traced over his abs and around his navel, Song Hyunsoo’s lower belly trembled.

“I said it tickles.”

When he swatted away the Stick, the cheap Handcuffs clattered noisily.

“Is it only ticklish?”

Yoon Jooho’s voice was thick with suppressed desire.

The sight of his lover, Blindfolded, Handcuffed, and restricted, seemed to stir Yoon Jooho’s sexual curiosity.

“Or maybe Sunbae should try doing better.”

The Feather Song Hyunsoo had batted away returned, slowly trailing along the border of his Jockstrap.

The further down the Feather traced the slender band gathering at his crotch, the more Song Hyunsoo’s shoulders curled inward.

“Haa, hu. Huuup.”

“Hands up.”

He hesitated, then raised his hands.

He thought Yoon Jooho would rub over the Pouch, but his expectations were betrayed.

The Feather just brushed the edge of the fabric, teasing the sensitive skin around his groin.

Song Hyunsoo’s thighs, holding his weight on his knees, trembled with fine spasms.

“Why are you shaking like that? Don’t tell me you’re already worn out?”

Yoon Jooho whispered right by his ear. Song Hyunsoo instinctively turned his head in the direction of the sound, but of course, he couldn’t see him. Only a low chuckle could be heard.

“As if. It’s so much more boring than I expected, I’m about to—hah, ngh.”

Song Hyunsoo’s upper body jerked forward.

A thin, long Stick had slipped between his legs.

Slick, slick. It slid back and forth between his thighs, slowly, again and again.

Yoon Jooho deliberately pressed the Stick upward, making it push into his flesh that the fabric didn’t cover.

“Mm! K—huut, hu.”

It was just a Stick. All it was doing was tormenting his crotch, and yet Song Hyunsoo couldn’t keep his hips still.

He kept flinching and bucking forward and back.

“You like this much, even though it’s not my cock?”

A voice pretending disappointment.

It wasn’t Yoon Jooho’s penis, or his arms or hands—just a plastic Stick, but Song Hyunsoo still felt it, still grew hard. Because it was Yoon Jooho moving it.

“Huu, huuk. Hup.”

The Stick slipped out from between his legs, and the Mattress dipped. He felt Yoon Jooho move.

He could feel Yoon Jooho’s eyes carefully watching his every reaction.

Knees spread, erection starting to bulge in his Pouch, trembling thighs and abs, hands bound and helpless.

His swollen nipples and his buttocks, blatantly framed above the strap.

The fact that he was so openly exposing all this to Yoon Jooho was thrilling.

Tension, anticipation, and a hint of fear mingled, and Song Hyunsoo’s breathing grew rougher.

His spread shoulders and chest muscles, his well-shaped abs, expanded and deflated over and over.

This time, he heard Yoon Jooho’s low laugh from behind him.

“Aren’t the people who made this kind of thing the real perverts, not me?”

From above, he pushed the Stick down between his buttocks. The lush Feather brushed along his cleft, followed by the thin rod rubbing in between.

Yoon Jooho moved it up and down several times. No matter how he tried not to, Song Hyunsoo’s gluteal muscles twitched.

Yoon Jooho pulled his left buttock outward, then tugged the thin strap to find the opening.

“The hole I put my cock in is twitching.”

“Huu, huh.”

“Does it feel empty?”

Kindly, he described everything in detail for the sightless Song Hyunsoo.

“How does such a narrow spot spread to fit me?”

He felt Yoon Jooho’s breath—warm and damp—right above the parted hole. His face was clearly pressed in close.

“Kh!”

Just as he thought that, Yoon Jooho buried his face between Hyunsoo’s cheeks.

With his sharp nose digging into the cleft, he shook his head side to side, deeply inhaling with his nose and mouth.

“Your scent here… it’s honestly driving me crazy.”

A slick, wet tongue hungrily lapped over his entrance.

“Hahuhu, hu. Huut.”

It was Song Hyunsoo who was about to lose his mind. His chest was pounding wildly. His pulse throbbed by his ear.

Muttering to himself, Yoon Jooho straightened up.

“Ah… maybe I should just admit defeat.”

Then he pressed close against Song Hyunsoo’s back. The thick erection nestled tightly between his exposed cheeks, hard and ready.

Wrapping his arms around Song Hyunsoo’s chest to keep him from toppling forward, he slowly started to rock his hips.

Nibbling on his earlobe, Yoon Jooho whispered sweetly.

“You can’t be satisfied with just this, can you?”

“Haa… mm.”

“You’re so beautiful right now, I could watch you forever.”

Precum already dripped from his tip, but Song Hyunsoo kept up his bravado.

“Don’t worry. I’m still… not satisfied, hiit! Kuh!”

As his cock stiffened, it strained harder against the Pouch. The front and sides were all lifted up.

Through the gap, the Feather suddenly dove down, from above.

Song Hyunsoo jolted, body arching back, and Yoon Jooho’s arms clamped tightly around him.

A hot tongue sucked and nibbled his earlobe.

The Stick haphazardly jabbing his swollen cock made him feel like he’d go insane.

The extremely soft Feather brushing his most sensitive skin brought pleasure he couldn’t endure.

His whole body swelled, as if about to burst.

“Your balls are spilling out. Can’t even call this underwear anymore, can we?”

Yoon Jooho’s voice, thick with excitement, sent hot breath pouring into his ear as he whispered.

“So, how about now? Still ticklish?”

Yoon Jooho finally began to move his hips in earnest. He braced his weight on his bent left knee and thrust hard.

The force of his thrusts outmatched even the strength with which he hugged Song Hyunsoo.

In the end, Song Hyunsoo lost balance and fell forward.

“Ugh.”

He braced his cuffed hands on the Mattress, collapsing his upper body. Without pause, Yoon Jooho wrapped his hands around Song Hyunsoo’s groin, pulling his hips up.

“Ugh!”

His legs were spread wide apart, clinging to Yoon Jooho’s lower body. The huge, rock-hard shaft pressed as if to split his perineum.

Like that, Yoon Jooho began thrusting again. With each shake of his hips, his cock rubbed against the tender flesh behind Song Hyunsoo’s balls.

“Huu, huh. Hup. Haa.”

It was nothing short of torture.

The mercilessly thick cock, grinding into his forcibly raised hips. The dense scent of a man clung damply to his nose.

He wanted to admit defeat, rip off the Blindfold and Handcuffs, and roll around with him to his heart’s content.

Yet another part of him wanted to endure this controlled situation.

To easily get what he wanted, to reach pleasure quickly—rather than that, the act of enduring, of suffering and persevering as if being punished, felt like pleasure accumulating inside him.

Still, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. Thin pre-cum was already dripping from his cock, stretching the Pouch of his Jockstrap.

“Haauu, uh… suh, suh, Sun… mm… hup. Sun, bae.”

Yoon Jooho bent over, pressing his chest to Song Hyunsoo’s back, and licked along his shoulder.

“What, did you have something to say to me?”

The force of Yoon Jooho’s thrusts made the loosened Blindfold slide lower and lower.

Song Hyunsoo, his cuffed hands thumping the bed, pleaded.

“Let me out of this. Sunbae… please, I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then can I? Will you let me have sex with you?”

A breathless, expectant voice.

“Just do it already.”

“Just say one word. Say it for me, hmm?”

The Blindfold slipped to the left, and he could see forward with that eye.

The room was dim, not blinding. Song Hyunsoo looked over his shoulder at Yoon Jooho.