Striding straight across the center of the empty studio, he tossed his jacket somewhere on the floor. His hand was already inside my t-shirt, tracing the outline of my prominent shoulder blade, while his other hand squeezed my ass over my jeans.
Clatter, thud. The work chair I had moved in front of the sofa was knocked over loudly by my calf. Uncaring, trusting him, I tightened my arms around his neck and pressed against the tongue in my mouth.
It was a kiss that brought back memories of Hong Kong. The night we had frantically entangled ourselves, tearing through the living room the moment we stepped into his hotel room.
“I had a feeling it might have been your first kiss.”
If he hadn’t pointed it out like that, dull as I am, I might have let it pass without even realizing it was the first kiss of my life. Separate from the shocking thrill of the kiss on the mansion terrace where the party was held, I might not have attached the significance of it being my first-ever kiss.
His hand, which had been kneading my ass, moved to the front, undid the buckle, and opened the zipper. Unlike his usual, seamless touch, as if he were taking off his own clothes rather than someone else’s, today he was impatient.
Ugh, mm…. My shoulders flinched at the touch of his hand, which immediately delved into the open gap and wrapped around my cock over my underwear. The groan rumbling from deep in my throat made it hard to keep his tongue in my mouth.
As I tried to pull my head back to loosen the pressure, he pushed my pelvis forward and pulled my waist in tight, as if refusing to allow it.
His slick, hot tongue retreated, then slid between my lips, pointed and firm. His gaze, meeting mine through narrowed eyes, was already focusing its seething heat on me.
Constantly readjusting his hold on my waist, pulling me closer, stimulating my cock to induce an erection, while simultaneously violating the inside of my mouth with his stiffened tongue—this multifaceted caress had me quickly catching up to the speed of his arousal.
“Ugh… Hngh, hmm… Mmm.”
My cheeks flushed at the in-and-out movement of his tongue, which was reminiscent of, and clearly intended to be reminiscent of, the insertion of a penis. But I couldn’t deny that at the same time, heat was gathering in my own penis, which began to grow gratifyingly hard.
From bottom to top, top to bottom, between my legs, ever deeper. His hands, coaxing out my arousal, were more forceful than usual.
“Hk. Heup, euk….”
The agony of being unable to do anything but embrace the instantly ignited excitement and pour it out onto the person before me was transmitted directly through the rough friction of his palm rubbing against my groin.
I didn’t dislike his excitement, which had escaped the control of reason, restraint, or the ease of experience, spilling out irregularly. There was a part of me that felt a petty and secret pleasure, gauging the size of his affection through the sight of him losing his balance and pattern because of me, staggering.
Awkwardly, almost trembling as he forcibly suppressed his arousal, I lowered my hips and widened the space between my feet to make it easier for his hand to move in and out, creating friction between my legs. In that simple act, I became newly conscious of the fact that I was about to have sex with him, and at the same time, the back of my neck tingled.
His eyes narrowed, sensing the amplification of my excitement. His mouth slid out of mine, and this time, he peppered my lips with pecking kisses, stringing together fragmented words.
“Again, just one more… time… tell me….”
After planting a dense series of kisses over my entire upper lip, almost ten times, he rested his forehead against mine and rubbed the tip of his nose against mine.
“Tell me not to go. That you hate it when I’m alone with someone else, whoever it is.”
“……”
Hearing the words I had just said confirmed through his mouth, my gaze wandered in embarrassment. It suddenly struck me as strange that I felt more embarrassed by my earlier remark than by the hand that was now suggestively touching my cock inside my pants.
“Hngh, eut….”
When I avoided his eyes without answering, his hand stroking my cock became more blatant. His lips brushed over the bridge of my nose and my cheek, then covered my ear, his hot breath making my consciousness grow ever hazier.
“Tell me… you want to monopolize me so much you want to separate me from the world.”
“Don’t you… hate that sort of thing?”
Biting my lip and letting go, I barely managed to ask back. He chuckled by my ear. It was a self-deprecating laugh.
“Why would I hate it?”
“……”
“That’s what I want to do to you, Seo Yeehyeon. Why would I hate it if it were the other way around?”
We had confessed our feelings of jealousy to each other before, and I had heard that he had been conscious of me for longer than I thought, but the way he was so desperately revealing his desire for possession and monopoly today was still unfamiliar.
His face, a tangle of sexual arousal, lust, and an extreme form of mental desire, was contorted as if in pain.
Could it be that the possessive words he wanted to hear from me were actually the words he wanted to say to me?
As I was studying his face with that thought, his hand pulled out from my front. Having not received an answer, he pushed his own impatience onto me. Shoving his hand into my underwear from behind, he pulled my body tight against his and created friction using our entire bodies.
His writhing, sensual body tightened around me, trapping me in his embrace. The solid volume of his shoulders, chest, and arms, and the hot elasticity of his erect penis. The sexiness flowing from his body, tightly woven with sexual appeal, was as raw and vivid as if he were naked, even though he was clothed.
“Tell me. That you want me as much as I want you. That it’s the same. Tell me you won’t run away….”
It wasn’t that I was delaying my answer because I lacked such desires, as he seemed to fear.
Hugging his large body back tightly, I writhed my hips within the arms that held me, rubbing my body against his. I could be bold, be honest. It wasn’t so difficult anymore.
“I want you…. So much that I feel like a stranger to myself for being so childishly stubborn… I want you a lot too, CEO.”
“……”
He scanned every corner of my face, as if he’d heard something unbelievable, then pressed his lips to mine. The hand that had gone in from my ass was stimulating the area between my legs so intensely that his broad shoulders heaved up and down, but in contrast, the kiss was slow and deliberate.
The sensation of him sucking on my lower lip, then pulling it before gently releasing it, made the soft flesh tingle. A moan escaped me on its own from the erotic feeling. The kisses pouring over my face were so tender they were ticklish, while the hand rubbing, squeezing, and shaking the area between my legs was so rough it was rude.
The difference was so stark it felt as if my top and bottom halves were being caressed by two different people, but this was his way, and for me, who knew no caress but his, there was no basis for comparison.
“You’re… completely soaked inside.”
As if it were a precious secret, he lowered his voice and whispered quietly in my ear. I let out a sigh that felt like I would collapse from his sweet, hot breath and, as he led me, I put my hand inside my underwear.
“Ugh… Heut.”
To my surprise, it was drenched inside my underwear. To exaggerate a little, it was so soaked I wondered if I had accidentally wet myself, rather than just produced precum. But the viscous liquid that clung and stretched on my hand was bodily fluid from excessive sexual arousal.
It was a mystery of the human body I hadn’t known back when my sex life consisted solely of plain masturbation. Lately, whenever my arousal crossed a certain line, I would secrete a large amount of fluid like this. Since it was proof of my arousal, he seemed to secretly like it whenever this happened, but I was still a little… embarrassed.
But the embarrassment was just a light regret that washed over me after the sex was over; I didn’t dislike confirming my own arousal, nor the fact that it stimulated him and got him worked up. I was changing, moving away from the person I used to be.
He bent his head down low and buried his lips in the nape of my neck. He slid his lips over my skin as if brushing against it, then bit down hard.
“Hah, eu… Heuk.”
My hips bucked at the pleasure of rubbing my soaked groin against him. His hand, layered over mine, picked up more and more speed. Between our wet skin and palms, a squelching sound of friction, reminiscent of penetration, arose. His teeth bit down as if to pierce my skin, but it was more thrilling than painful.
“So lewd like this, what am I going to do….”
His voice was genuinely worried. A sigh that seemed to hold frustration landed on the nape of my neck.
“I only think of you even when I’m working, these days.”
“……”
“To be over thirty… and have nothing but thoughts of sex in my head all day, do you know how pathetic that makes me feel?”
Even so, he was probably enduring it well and doing his job just fine.
Startled by my own inner thought, which was as if I wished he couldn’t even work properly because of his thoughts of me, I tried to pull my body back, but it was impossible.
His other hand, which had been holding my waist, rubbed my lips. There was no force behind it at all, but my lips were pushed this way and that as his fingers moved.
“Here….”
The hand that had swept down my neck as if to clutch it now scraped a nipple over my t-shirt.
“And here….”
The hand that had been layered with mine inside my underwear now slowly stroked my cock, which was so erect it was about to pop out of the waistband.
“Here.”
“……”
I knew where his next target would be as he pointed out the sensitive spots on my body one by one, and so, obscenely, I swallowed dryly with an air of anticipation. The hand that had been stroking my penis moved past the back of my hand, which had been awkwardly paused inside my underwear, and went deeper. My heels lifted as the back of his hand deliberately rubbed and pressed against my testicles.
“……Here too.”
“Eu-heu, heu… Heuk.”
At the movement of his finger pressing down precisely on my anus and rubbing in circles, I buried my forehead in his shoulder and grew frantic. I couldn’t stop the honesty of my bucking hips.
“It just pops into my head at any time. Really. It’s a problem.”
As I pushed off the floor with the tips of my toes and tensed my lower body, he narrowed his brow, even though I wasn’t squeezing my penis, and let out a moan like a gasp of admiration, “Ah…”
“Take responsibility, Seo Yeehyeon. You’ll take responsibility, right? Huh?”
“Ugh, heu… Hnngh….”
The moment I shuddered at the sensation of his finger pushing deep inside, it pulled back out, leaving only the nail. Then, held straight, it thrust deep inside again.
He pushed his tongue into my ear and let out a ragged breath.
“Hnnngh, eung… Heu. Heu-ahk….”
I felt like I could come lightly just from his fingers moving quickly in and out. With my mouth open, letting out moans I couldn’t contain, I took my hand out of my underwear and grabbed his arm. My hand, slick with fluid, was slippery all over. His hand, which must have been just as wet, made an explicit, squelching sound of penetration every time it delved inside me. His hot, aroused tongue wrapped around my ear. It felt like he was holding my very sense of hearing in his hand and licking it.
“Soft…. What is this? Why is it so wet here too…. Just listen to the sound coming from Seo Yeehyeon’s ‘Beta’.”
“Hah, heuk… Hngh….”
I bit my lower lip and shook my head wildly. At his whisper calling that part of me my ‘Beta,’ a crazy excitement boiled up inside me. No, it was as if someone had overturned a cauldron of boiling excitement.
Beta, Alpha, Omega. Those words, which were just common, everyday terms like man and woman, felt like… a sexual slang term referring to the anus he used to have sex with me as my second sex organ, and a vulgar pleasure, like when we whispered dirty words in bed, washed over me.
At his husky voice, whispering with aroused breaths what he wanted to do to ‘my Beta’ once he was inside me, I unconsciously tensed my muscles below and squeezed his finger. Inside, his finger dug into my inner walls as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I want to touch it together.”
What on earth did he want to touch together? Even though I thought it was nonsense, I couldn’t push him away as he grabbed my finger and pulled it toward that place. Half-hesitant, yet half-unable to contain my curiosity, I let his hand guide my middle finger… and pushed it into my own anus. Into my Beta, where one of his fingers already was.
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