“Hngh, ugh.”
I was going crazy from the way he moved his hips, just enough for the prominent mounds created by my own swelling erection inside my jeans and his, which looked ready to tear through his zipper, to brush lightly against each other.
To suppress the deep moan already threatening to burst out, I bit my lower lip, and his lips immediately came to claim the one I was biting, gnawing on it. The way he sucked hard enough to send a throbbing pain through my lip was one of my favorite forms of caress.
At the sweetly spreading ache, my arms tightened around his shoulders. Pushing off the marble floor with the tips of my toes… I couldn’t hold back and rubbed myself against his erection.
“Mmmh…”
He sucked my lips harder, his hand slipping under my t-shirt to stroke my back. The hand that had traced its way up my skin in a soft caress came back down and squeezed into my jeans. Because I was practically sitting on his thigh, the flesh of my buttocks had been pushed up into a plump curve. His hand twisted it, then fumbled its way into the cleft between them.
“Hnngh. Heuk.”
The thrilling sensation made me turn my head, pulling my lips away and shaking my head. The mere fact that he was approaching the hole he could enter inside me was arousing, and I… I was rocking my hips on his thigh as if I were jumping. The moment I became aware of what I was doing, I was mortified, but I couldn’t control it.
My shaking head and bucking hips, though both parts of my body, were expressing completely different intentions.
He rubbed my skin hard with the middle finger he’d slid between my cheeks and pulled my back into him with one arm. I rested my chin on his shoulder and, completely pressed against him, rubbed my body against his to my heart’s content.
Shoulders, chest, abdomen, thighs. Every part of his body was made of well-trained muscles, and every time I rubbed against him, the sensual curves of his volume stimulated my excitement. I thoroughly explored the firm, dense hardness that seemed like it wouldn’t budge even if punched, feeling its rugged contours with my whole body and both hands.
His thigh supporting me between my legs and thrusting up, his finger moving in and out of my cleft… they kept reminding me of the sensation of penetration, making my hips twist on their own. I could no longer suppress the thirst I felt for him, wanting him naked.
Burying my lips in his neck and rubbing gently, I gathered all my courage and confessed.
“I… can’t take it anymore, either.”
It was a quick, voluntary surrender, unlike all the times before when I had only started to be honest after the heat from sufficient foreplay had thoroughly stirred my mind, and only after his probing and prodding.
“……”
He paused without a word, then simultaneously pulled his hand out from my jeans and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, lifting it up. I dazedly raised the arms that had been holding him, and in an instant, my t-shirt was off. After tossing it carelessly onto a console table where a slim, modern TV sat, he wrapped an arm around my thighs and lifted me up.
“Ngh.”
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep from falling. My body was lifted to a position where I was looking down at his face. I was a little more than half a handspan shorter than him, but objectively, I was by no means small or petite. He had lifted me, who was just over 180 cm, in one go without the help of momentum, and even bounced me up a couple of times as if gauging my weight as he walked toward the bed.
“I knew you were thin… but you’re not hollow inside, are you?”
His face was serious as he shook his head, as if this was truly unacceptable.
“Still, you have the height. Do you even eat one meal a day?”
His mutterings, which sounded like he was talking to himself as he added that he’d have to lock me up until I gained some weight, reminded me of the witch from the fairytale candy house I read as a child, and a small laugh escaped me.
“He thinks it’s a joke.”
Collapsing onto the mattress with me still in his arms, he looked down at me from above, grabbing both my cheeks in one hand and squishing them. The pressure from both sides made my lips pucker and release repeatedly, and thinking I must look like a goldfish, I gently grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. This time, he was the one who let out a small laugh.
Then he sat up, threw off his jacket, and pushed my legs together to his left side before leaning down to kiss me. My lower body was turned to the side while my upper body faced forward, but it wasn’t that uncomfortable.
Feeling his arm slip behind my neck to pull my shoulder closer, I wrapped my own arms around his neck. His other hand went down to unbuckle my jeans and pull down the zipper.
“Hnngh… Hh…”
The moment the zipper opened, his hand shot in, and the strong grip with which he kneaded my erection over my briefs made my arms around him tighten. My reaction seemed to arouse him as well, as the movements of his tongue stirring inside my mouth grew more frantic.
His large hand moved past my erection to rub widely between my legs, his fingers flicking as they scraped the entrance of my anus over my underwear. At the teasing, stimulating touch, I could only moan in my twisted position and repeatedly readjust my hold on his neck.
His hand, which had slid out as if sweeping down my perineum, pulled down my jeans and briefs together from behind. Because my lower body was twisted to the side, my pants came off easily. The inside-out jeans fell heavily to the floor below the bed along with my underwear.
When I came to my senses, I was naked.
It was still broad daylight, though darker than usual because of the rain. Although it was his property, it was an empty house, not the one he lived in. It was a setting I had never considered as a place to be with him again. The unexpectedness of the time and place tensed my body in a way that was different from before.
Before I could delve deeper into that thought, he began to unbuckle his own belt. The very act of him leaning over me, continuing to kiss me while unbuckling his belt below in preparation for sex, made me swallow dryly.
Smooch. He pressed our lips together deeply before pulling away, rubbing my shoulder in a circle as he whispered.
“Will you take off my shirt?”
My movements were sluggish as I reached for his shirt, which was already unbuttoned to the second button, and undid them one by one. It was my first time undressing someone else.
While I fumbled clumsily with both hands, he alternately kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, my cheeks, and my lips, and by the time I was done, he had already taken off his pants and was in his underwear.
Looking down, the shape of his erection was starkly visible over his black briefs. The tip of his penis, which pushed up as if to tear through the fabric, was already soaked a darker color.
“Thank you.”
Once the last button was undone, he brushed my hair back with the hand that had been holding my shoulder and kissed my forehead. Being thanked for something as simple as unbuttoning his shirt made me have the silly thought that maybe I should have thanked him every time he lifted me or undressed me like he did just now. It was obvious that if I did that, it would only ruin the mood.
He pulled his torso away from me and sat up, positioning my naked legs to spread on either side of his hips.
Hnngh…
Clenching his jaw and controlling his breath through his nose, he swept back the hair that had fallen onto his forehead. He rotated his hips flexibly, rubbing his brief-clad groin against the space between my legs.
The strange sensation of the bulging volume beneath the damp fabric toying with my perineum made me feel like I was getting wet between my legs as well. Without touching my body at all, he just kept his lower body pressed close, moving only his hips to bring his penis and my perineum into contact.
His torso, partially revealed through his open shirt, was thick and solid, etched with the distinct outlines of chiseled abs, but the movement of his hips as they slowly circled, rubbing his erection where he wanted, was unbelievably flexible for that thickness.
“Hngh, hht. Heuk.”
I couldn’t help but moan every time his hips pushed forward, pressing his bulging flesh against me. The sight of him, focused on the act reminiscent of copulation, was so sexy… my glutes contracted, clenching that spot on their own. I couldn’t believe my body’s reaction, but this was the pleasure of sex that I had learned from him, that I had come to know through him.
“Want to try closing your thighs?”
He told me to do it, but his hands were already bringing my legs together in front of my chest as he spoke. He slowly drew a line with his finger from my testicles, which bulged out partially from between my pressed-together thighs, all the way to my anus.
“You know, for someone so thin, your ass and this part here are quite plump.”
Lewdly. His expression was even lewder as he added that with a sly smile, his eyes narrowing as if looking me over.
Propping himself up on my knees and shifting his position, he pulled his penis out from his briefs. Freed from the tight underwear, it sprang up from within the waistband. The precum flowing from the swollen, well-defined head had soaked the entire dark red shaft. Under the shadow cast by his body, the intimidating presence of his penis, glistening with bodily fluids, made me cover my mouth without thinking.
“I’m going to… rub on you here for a bit.”
Holding my legs firmly from both sides so they couldn’t part in the slightest, he pushed his penis, which squirmed as if alive, firmly between my closed thighs.
“Ugh! Hnngh… Ngh.”
The feeling of my wet, throbbing penis sliding against the tender skin of my inner thighs was strange. It felt like penetration, even though there wasn’t any, as if it were parting my flesh to enter. It was just a feeling, but perhaps it was another kind of sensation I could only feel because it was a stimulus, not actual insertion.
His cock, pushing past my upturned testicles, rubbed against my own. My heavy scrotum bumped against the cleft of my ass, which was lifted slightly in the air, and the next moment, a thick heat slid out from between my thighs before plunging back in again.
His penis, drenched in precum, glided frictionlessly between my thighs. The sound of friction, reminiscent of the squelching sounds of intercourse inside a wet anus, seeped into the room like the patter of rain on wet ground.
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