The underwear… I hadn’t really planned on refusing from the start, so I would have worn it even if he hadn’t made such an excuse… but if he had put on a more convincing act of being sick, it would have been less awkward for me to pretend to be fooled.
Waving the underwear he’d picked up lightly over his face, he sent a languid, half-lidded gaze at me through the lace, looking as if he had no intention of helping me out.
With his face veiled by the lace, he pressed his cheek to mine. Rubbing our skin together with the scratchy-yet-smooth fabric between us, my senses immediately heightened. It was a texture that created a tension entirely different from a cotton T-shirt.
When I was reminded that this single piece of fabric—made not to hide and protect, but to reveal in the most provocative way—was the underwear I was about to wear… an excitement that was hard to deny mixed heat into my breath. His breath, as he rubbed his cheek against mine, was not much different.
“You’ll wear it for me, won’t you? You said you were very grateful to me. Wear this and….”
My shoulders flinched at the heat of his tongue as it licked the shell of my ear. He took my hand, brought it between his legs, and pressed down gently as he continued.
“If we rub it against this….”
With a voice that painted a blissful dream before my eyes, he whispered with a sweet sigh.
“Hah… I wonder what that would feel like.”
The thing I could feel in my palm was already beginning to swell, becoming firm and warm. Directly feeling the temperature and volume of his penis with my hand, another wave of excitement boiled up and stirred within me. I had to bite my lower lip with my upper teeth over and over.
“Mm, am I the only one who’s curious….”
“……”
At his dejected-sounding voice, I buried my forehead in his shoulder and shook my head.
“Don’t be shy. I’m not trying to tease you by making you wear this… I just want to see a sexier side of you… a lewd, seductive side…. Hm?”
His voice murmured as he gently stroked the back of my head and pressed a kiss to my hair. This time, I nodded.
He said that while the voyeuristic pleasure of watching the entire process of me changing was nice, the shock of seeing the finished look without having seen the process was also hard to give up. He agonized for a long while, looking back and forth between me and the underwear.
“Since it’s the first time, asking you to show me everything would be a bit… barbaric, wouldn’t it?”
I watched his serious profile as he spoke as if choosing the latter option for my sake, and I let out a small laugh. He, too, seemed to find his own comment about barbarism awkward, seeing as he was the one who’d handed me this underwear in the first place. The corners of his eyes crinkled with a bashful light as they met mine.
“I won’t look. Since it’s the first time.”
Emphasizing “since it’s the first time” as if to put a pin in the second and third times, he personally placed the underwear in my hand. Then, he voluntarily turned around. His large back was hunched as he sat, and he even covered his eyes with his hands. From his figure, I could feel an anticipation that was almost childlike.
Could I really look as sexy or lewd as he expected… I had no confidence at all. As I slowly and sluggishly pulled off my pajama pants, I heard what sounded like a stifled laugh. He raised one hand over his shoulder and said.
“Ah, the sound of you taking off your clothes is already good, so don’t mind my reaction.”
How could I not mind when he was showing such anticipation…. I let out a silent sigh so he wouldn’t notice.
I folded the pajama pants and briefs I’d taken off and placed them on the table, then threaded my legs into the underwear, whose front and back panels were connected by ribbons tied on each side. I didn’t know for sure, but it seemed to be quite high-quality, as the lace wasn’t rough or stiff. But the unique, slightly scratchy feeling as it slid up my legs felt a little strange.
When the fabric touched my genitals, I felt like an “Ugh…” was about to escape, so I stifled the sound and hunched my shoulders.
No matter how hard I pulled at the edges of the fabric, the front panel barely covered my genitals and left most of my pubic hair exposed. The back panel, even narrower than the front, burrowed between my butt cheeks, covering almost nothing at all.
After I discreetly lifted my T-shirt to check the situation below, I felt like I should be grateful to him for not having turned the lights on brightly.
Huu….
I hadn’t intended to make a sound, so I was startled by my own sigh and fixed my wide eyes on his back.
“Are you done?”
“……”
I was… done wearing it, but if the question meant was I ready to reveal it, then the answer was no.
My testicles felt like they would pop out with the slightest movement, though they were somehow barely covered. I pulled down the hem of my T-shirt and mumbled in a timid voice.
“Uh… it’s really, small… and, well, it doesn’t cover everything… I think you’ll be disappointed….”
Before my rambling excuse was even finished, he turned around on the bench.
“Mm… what’s that?”
His narrowed, questioning eyes, as if he didn’t like what he saw, were pointing at the hem of my T-shirt covering the space between my legs.
“Uh… well, this is….”
As I hesitated awkwardly, he gently wrapped his hands around both of my wrists and fixed them firmly to the outside of my thighs, forcing me into an at-attention posture.
“……”
He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the bundle of my penis and testicles visible beneath the tautly stretched lace.
“Hhng….”
He leaned his upper body forward, quietly buried his nose in the lace, and took a deep breath. My shoulders twisted, but he didn’t let go of my wrists.
“I think you have the meaning of ‘disappointment’… completely wrong.”
His murmur as he tilted his head was more like him talking to himself than to me. After meticulously observing the area between my legs, revealed below the rather short, pajama-like T-shirt, from various angles, he took the end of one ribbon in his hand, made a motion as if to pull it, and looked up at me.
“……”
The thin string looked precarious, as if it would come undone easily with just a slight, accidental tug. As he toyed with the end of it, looking up at me, I could read the hazy excitement losing focus in his eyes.
He tugged on the end of the string, implying he could pull it at any moment, then let it drop. Wordlessly, he took off his shirt.
Just watching him undress made my cock twitch inside the underwear. Perhaps because of the past week of skinship that had ended with just petting, my body’s reactions today were sensitive and fast.
With his upper body bare, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me closer. As I stepped between his spread knees, the low height of the bench meant his lips were soon at the level of my genitals. My eyes slid shut at the warm, wet sensation enveloping the surface of my skin. My glutes tensed and contracted on their own.
He tilted his chin, parted his lips, and took my genitals into his mouth as if kissing them.
“Hngh, mm….”
The slow friction, not a hasty pounce as if to bite down, felt like it was melting the most sensitive skin. Looking down, I saw him angling his face this way and that, using his tongue and lips to their fullest to lick my penis through the lace… it almost felt like I was watching him kiss someone else.
Hmm-mm… haah….
My cock grew damp from his hot, moist breath as he buried his face in the lace, inhaled deeply, and then slowly exhaled. The proud bridge of his nose and his sensual lips pressed down on my genitals through the single layer of lace. Then, he began to twist slightly, rubbing his entire face broadly against my penis, which was starting to harden.
“Hngh, hm. Heuk….”
As the caresses grew more intense, my knees pressed together and my upper body bent forward. I twisted my captured wrists free from his grasp and clutched at my T-shirt as if my chest was in pain.
His now-empty hands traveled up my bare legs, starting from my ankles.
“Hah, eu… heu….”
I pressed the top of one foot with the other and bobbed on my heels. I couldn’t straighten my bent back. I placed one hand on his shoulder and scraped my fingertips over his smooth, healthy skin.
His hand, which had been gently tickling the back of my thighs up and down, lightly jiggled the underside of my exposed buttocks, making the flesh of my rear vibrate. At the same time, his hot tongue licked thickly up the bulging volume over the lace.
“Hah-heuh. Heuk, heu….”
I thought I understood why people generally have sex lying down. My core felt like it was collapsing, my back kept bending, and the stiffer my cock became, the weaker my knees felt in contrast, making my legs tremble several times.
“I’ll let you sit down soon. Before that… show me the back, too.”
His demanding voice was husky and tight with the effort of containing his excitement. Pushing against his shoulder for leverage, I straightened my back, clutched my T-shirt, and slowly turned around.
“Ha, this is fucking crazy. Disappointed? Disappointed?”
“Hngh, eup!”
Along with his mutter of going crazy, his face buried itself in my ass without warning, and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth.
“Ugh….”
Gripping my hips firmly, he wedged the hard bridge of his nose between my butt cheeks and used his entire face to scrape up and down the cleft. The image of my own naked back flashed in my mind—the back panel of lace sunk between my cheeks, with nothing but a thin string hooked precariously at the line of my waist where my ass began—and I bit my lower lip.
“Ugh, mm. Mmm….”
At the press of wet flesh sinking into the hollow of my anus over the thin lace, moans leaked past the hand covering my mouth.
“You’re not very interested in yourself, are you?”
He spoke in a quick tone laced with excitement. It was a sudden question. And not the kind of question one would expect from someone so engrossed in parting another’s buttocks and slathering them with spit.
Clutching the chest of my T-shirt, I turned my head to look down at him.
“……”
“Not in your emotions, not in your body… not in your art….”
Was that his impression after seeing my sketches? My legs buckled at the sensation of falling from a great height, but he held my hips steady.
Scraping the flesh of my buttocks with his teeth, he tilted his eyes up to look at me.
“Depending on the situation, that can be really… cruel, you know.”
Then, he took the flesh into his mouth and sucked, making loud, wet sounds.
“Ngh!”
My body was suddenly pulled back hard, and just as I thought I was losing my balance, the next moment I was sitting on his thighs. His two arms, veins bulging all the way to his biceps, wrapped tightly around my waist like shackles. He buried his nose and mouth in the nape of my neck, inhaling my scent frantically. In between, he would chew on the flesh over my T-shirt as if exercising restraint. Hmmm, haah, hmmm, haah. Taking one rapid, deep breath after another, he was like a trained dog trying to find the source of a remembered scent.
“You’re swaying around right in front of my eyes… seducing me with your whole body, telling me you want to have sex with me… and you don’t even know it. Isn’t that cruel?”
He bit the nape of my neck as if to punish me.
I don’t know when he’d pulled down his sweatpants and underwear to his ankles and taken out his cock, but I could feel the shaft of his penis, bent at the root, supporting me from under my ass.
With urgent yet precise hands, he reached into my inner thighs and made me spread my legs wide. Using his thighs as support, I looked down at my comfortably spread-open underside. Below my own cock, squirming inside the black lace, his glans was glistening.
“Hngh… Heuk!”
His hand, which had delved into my inner thighs, touched the space between my legs, and I jumped on his lap as if I’d been burned. His large, cupped palm wiped me from my depths up over my penis several times, as if scrubbing me clean.
Then he raised his hand in front of my chest, craned his neck over my shoulder, and licked his palm and smelled it. Deliberately in my line of sight. As if to make me watch.
While licking the hand that had just rubbed my underside… his other hand stroked my waist gently and affectionately, as if he were a completely different person. His slightly raspy voice was sticky and sweet, as if drenched in wet honey.
“I think I’m all over my cold. What are you going to do, Seo Yeehyeon?”
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