Side Story 1: Long Take : Part 22

“Sunbae, you too… tell me.”

Unable to kiss his lips, Yoon Jooho greedily licked Song Hyunsoo’s cheek like a dog in heat.

“You like having things put in your body, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“You want to do it with me, right?”

“I want it so damn bad.”

“Then just put it in.”

He admitted defeat cleanly.

Yoon Jooho, who had hesitated for a moment, frowned and bit Song Hyunsoo’s cheek.

“Damn, I almost got seduced.”

The counterattack began. Yoon Jooho started sucking on his earlobe and thrusting his hips quickly.

He even slid his hand under Hyunsoo’s chest and twisted his nipples.

“Haah! Hng! Hngh.”

Song Hyunsoo panted and shook his hips. He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care about anything—he just wanted to be ravished by him.

He wanted his throbbing cock to plunge deep, to drive in and out of his hole until every thought flew from his mind.

His head was filled with sex. This was his limit.

“Muh, mu, hng, Monroe, ah… mm, uum.”

Before he could finish calling for Monroe’s Dad, his lips were swallowed.

Yoon Jooho grabbed Hyunsoo’s chin and pulled him close, plunging his tongue into his mouth.

Even knowing this meant defeat, he didn’t hesitate to kiss.

For all that they’d held back, their tongues tangled wildly and they sucked at each other’s lips.

As if kissing wasn’t enough, Yoon Jooho shoved his fingers into Song Hyunsoo’s mouth as well.

“Mm, ngh. Hngh, mm.”

His lips, his tongue, his saliva, his fingers—everything was so sweet it made Hyunsoo’s brain melt.

Yoon Jooho pulled out his fingers, slick with Hyunsoo’s saliva, and sucked them into his own mouth.

He flipped Song Hyunsoo over onto his stomach. Sliding quickly between his legs, he grabbed the lubricant.

He didn’t look composed at all.

“Not seeing your face is boring.”

It was a mess.

He slathered lubricant recklessly onto Hyunsoo’s crotch and his own stiff erection.

“Not being able to touch you is boring too.”

Lying back to catch his breath, Song Hyunsoo stared at his threateningly erect member.

“Is being bored what made your cock get so big?”

Yoon Jooho wiped sweat from his brow and flashed a sly grin.

“Ahh… ah!”

Song Hyunsoo’s hips jerked up.

The glans, already slick, began forcing its way into his melted entrance.

They’d prepared in the bathroom, and now, softened by foreplay, Hyunsoo’s insides clung greedily to Yoon Jooho’s shaft, pulling it deeper, deeper inside.

“Hng, uh… inside, it’s squirming.”

With hands restricted by handcuffs, Song Hyunsoo rubbed his lower belly and twisted his hips.

Yoon Jooho confirmed that more than half his penis had been swallowed and dropped to his knees.

Sliding his thighs beneath Hyunsoo’s hips and folding his body close, the penetration grew even deeper.

It was the position they’d both been obsessed with lately. The pleasure their bodies remembered made Hyunsoo’s moans tremble thinly.

“You seem more sensitive than usual.”

Chest pressed tight to chest, Yoon Jooho gave a sly grin.

“Does being restrained feel good?”

Song Hyunsoo swallowed dryly and shook his head fiercely.

“The bet’s over now. Hurry up and let me go.”

But Yoon Jooho just grinned more wickedly.

“I’ll think about it if you behave.”

“Mm!”

He slowly rotated his hips, pushing in a little more each time, then with one final thrust, he drove in deep.

As usual, right after entering, a dull pain like his bones were being pried apart swept over him.

Curled up atop Song Hyunsoo, Yoon Jooho started rocking his hips.

“Ungh, mm. Nngh.”

His cuffed wrists, not knowing where to go, felt awkward and clumsy.

It didn’t feel right above his head or on his chest, so he looped his wrists around Yoon Jooho’s neck.

Yoon Jooho brushed the hair from Hyunsoo’s forehead with a damp smile.

“Found their place.”

Looking into his eyes and exchanging kisses, he heated and stirred up Hyunsoo’s insides with a slow, sticky rhythm.

“Haah… hng, ngh.”

This position felt even more indecent than any messy or wild posture.

Clinging tightly together, sweaty bodies tangled as one, tongues entwined above and below.

The surging and melting of flesh, the pounding and trembling of aroused hips—he felt everything directly, burning ecstasy deep inside.

Their entire bodies melded together, as if wherever Yoon Jooho’s member rubbed, Hyunsoo’s body would slowly melt and fuse with him.

It wasn’t just a physical connection. It was the sensation of two beings becoming one new, different existence.

He felt like there was nothing they couldn’t say or show each other.

The man inside him was so precious, he thought even spending the rest of his life having sex with Yoon Jooho would be meaningful. That’s how good it felt.

“Haa, uh. Hng, hngh.”

Nearly sobbing, Song Hyunsoo was pulled into Yoon Jooho’s embrace as he sat up.

This time, sitting on his lap, they wrapped their arms tightly around each other and pressed their lips together.

“Mm. Mm…”

The feeling of being pressed together with no space in between was unbearably good. It felt like they could float off into the air together, still entwined.

As he ground his hips, moving inside Hyunsoo, Yoon Jooho nuzzled his nose.

“What if I lock you away so you can’t debut, and keep you all to myself?”

A sweet sigh escaped from between his lips.

“I’m the President, aren’t I? Can’t I abuse my authority?”

“Ngh, mm. Hngh.”

At that moment, Song Hyunsoo didn’t take Yoon Jooho’s words seriously. He thought it was just something said in the heat of sex.

Hyunsoo himself didn’t have the presence of mind to listen closely.

Yoon Jooho’s hand, which had been holding Hyunsoo’s back, slipped down to fondle their joined bodies.

“If I stay inside you, don’t you feel anxious?”

“Mm, ngh. Hng, uh…”

With handcuffed hands looped around his neck, Hyunsoo twisted his own hips.

“Should we get married and have kids, then?”

“……”

“Is that why people get married?”

Song Hyunsoo pressed his forehead against Yoon Jooho’s and locked eyes.

“Sunbae. Sunbae, get a grip. Who’s having kids here?”

“What would make me feel at ease?”

His eyes looked completely lost.

“Why are you like this?”

“Once you debut, you’ll be everyone’s Song Hyunsoo.”

“You’ve always been Superstar Yoon Jooho to the world… Ngh, mmph!”

“It’s not the same as having something taken from me. You don’t get it.”

Pulling Hyunsoo’s hips down, thrusting deeper inside, Yoon Jooho murmured with a voice full of dejection.

He didn’t know whether to be depressed by his possessiveness or just keep having sex. He only knew how to do one or the other.

Tug, tug. Testing the strength of the handcuffs by pulling them tight a few times, Song Hyunsoo, gathering his resolve, snapped the chain with a burst of strength.

This cheap toy could be broken any time he wanted.

Song Hyunsoo cupped Yoon Jooho’s cheeks and made him look.

“Look at me, Sunbae.”

Those dazed eyes focused on Hyunsoo. He placed soft, coaxing kisses on him.

“Only look at me. Just think about how much I love you.”

A smile returned to Yoon Jooho’s eyes.

Because he had once said those very words to Song Hyunsoo.

With a sudden laugh, he glanced at the broken handcuffs and kissed the inside of Hyunsoo’s wrist.

“My boyfriend’s got super strength.”

“So don’t worry. Anything that makes you anxious, I’ll take care of it.”

They rubbed their noses together and laughed.

The ripples of their laughter and the vibrations ran into each other’s bodies.

To love like this, to feel such unity—yet for them to actually be two separate people felt strangely odd.

Without rushing, slowly, in just the missionary position, Yoon Jooho climaxed three times inside Song Hyunsoo.

Almost as if he really meant to make a baby, he left his cum inside, not pulling out, and came again, and again.

I love you.

I love you too.

They weren’t the type to say it often, but that night, they whispered it endlessly into each other’s ears.

Yoon Jooho whispered that it was frustrating, that he couldn’t find any better words.

And he searched every inch of Song Hyunsoo’s body with lips and hands.

As if the words he was looking for might be hidden somewhere within.