Until now, while we had shared many emotions and stories, we had implicitly avoided direct expressions that would define our relationship, but it seemed he had decided not to hold back his words any longer.
Even though he repeated it so many times, the meaning of love that his lips released did not lighten in the slightest. Rather, it was as if a small piece of him was being cut away each time he said the word, as if it were a word spoken with the resolve for that degree of sacrifice. His love flowed into me with weight and accumulated inside.
In truth, I had dismissed words as not being very important if the feelings were already clear. And yet, paradoxically, it was also because I knew their importance that I hadn’t put my feelings into words, even when I was sure of them.
Perhaps that, too, was one of the things that made him anxious, something I had held onto inside me without giving to him. In any case, I needed to be more expressive in every way.
“Don’t… say you’re pathetic.”
At a distance where our lips could brush, I swept my fingertips across his cheek as I spoke. The moment I finished, my lips were devoured. The surface of his lips was dry, but the mucous membrane behind them and the flesh that pushed in were hot and wet.
The word ‘love’ he let me hear seemed to seep not just into the realm of romance, like sweetness or emotional fulfillment, but into a gap that had opened in a more fundamental place. My chest swelled each time I heard his whisper. I wanted him right now.
Parting my lips, he took my upper and lower lips in turn before letting go, then traveled up my cheek to kiss me as his hand slid down from my neck to my chest. His hand, which had been fumbling over my chest and wrinkling my t-shirt, slipped inside to caress my bare skin, and I let out a moan, cradling his head.
As he caressed my ear with his lips and tongue, he moved his hand behind my back, delved into my pants, and clutched my ass. The way I slightly lifted my body to make it easier for his hand to move, easier for him to touch me, made me realize anew that I had grown somewhat accustomed to this act.
But that thought soon scattered into nothingness under his weight as he pushed me down onto the sofa.
Just feeling his weight pressing down on me, using his long body that was thick in volume but looked sleek when clothed, was enough to make my chin lift and my lips part. As if a puzzle piece was fitting into place, his lips met my parted ones.
His hand, which had slipped between our touching lower abdomens, was already unfastening the buckle of my jeans. All the while, he didn’t stop moving his hips, applying stimulation to our tightly pressed lower bodies.
“Ugh, mm… Heuk.”
At his movements that created friction and heat, I fumbled for the back of the sofa and gripped it tightly.
After flinging open the front of my jeans, he licked his way up my bare skin with his hot tongue, pushing my t-shirt up. Once the shirt was pushed up to my armpits, he circled my nipple a few times with his thumb, then caressed it with his tongue, sweeping from bottom to top.
“Heugh… Heuk.”
My hips shot up at the stimulation of his tongue repeatedly licking my nipple, which had balled up and become more prominent than usual. Watching my reaction with upturned eyes, he fumbled over my exposed torso with his hand and moved down to my waist. Near my side, he grabbed my jeans and briefs at once and sucked hard on the flesh around my areola.
“Ah, heut! Heup.”
My hands, which had been clawing at the back of the sofa, gripped his shoulders tightly, and he, still looking up at me, scraped the small nub of flesh inside his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Only after I had bucked my hips hard several times and painfully clutched his shoulders instead of the sofa back did he pull away from my nipple with a wet sound effect.
He grabbed my jeans and briefs, which were already pulled down enough to expose more than half of my ass, pubic hair, and genitals, and yanked them off in one go. I cooperated by lifting my legs toward the ceiling to help him remove them. The jeans, stripped off inside out, were tossed below the sofa, and the white briefs I had changed into after my shower a little while ago were in his hand.
“……”
Straightening up, he sat between my legs and looked down at me with narrowed eyes. Then, covering his nose and mouth with my underwear, he caressed the inside of my thigh, which was draped over his own, and languidly ground his hips against me. It seemed like he was either smelling the briefs or kissing them.
The lingering feeling of his confession, added to the heat I felt between my legs from him for the first time in a while, left me just panting and looking up at him. Mwah. After making a kissing sound on the briefs, he tore off his black short-sleeved t-shirt in one motion and threw it to the floor along with the underwear.
Then he squeezed into the small gap between me and the sofa. I turned onto my side to make room for him, and as he lay down, pressing his body tightly against my back, he propped one of the cushions that had been rolling around on the sofa under my head. He slipped his arm into the empty space beneath my neck, pulled my chest into an embrace, and kissed the nape of my neck, nibbling at the skin with his teeth. His hard thigh dug in between my legs.
“Ummm… Heugh, hmm.”
My eyelids grew heavy, and the strength left my body. As I placed my hand over his on my chest and looked at him behind me, our lips met. His upper lip pushed down on my lower lip, and then his plump lower lip pushed up on my lower lip. The kiss without tongue was tantalizing, but the movement of his thigh rubbing between my legs and the touch of his hand shaking my cock to make it hard were blatant.
He was wearing lounge pants that fell straight down, cinched at the waist with a string and a band, and they were far too thin and soft to hide the volume of his penis hardening between my ass cheeks.
“Seo Yeehyeon…”
Just his voice calling my name as he rubbed the tip of his nose and his lips against the shell of my ear made my body tremble. It was, in fact, a really good voice. It wasn’t a very comfortable voice to listen to, but its unique low rasp created a memorable accent that made it unforgettable. When he lowered his tone even more during moments like this, mixing in a lot of breath and whispering in my ear… it was especially so.
“I love you.”
When I heard a confession like this along with his hot breath as he scraped the uneven curves of my ear with his lips… it was unspeakably sexier.
Reaching his arm over my side, he grabbed my cock and stroked it quickly from bottom to top, constantly pressing his body closer. Pinned down by him, half on my stomach, I caressed his cheek.
“Heuk, heuk.”
I gripped his wrist tightly as he pinched, twisted, and pulled my nipple, and pushed my ass back to press it more tightly against his penis.
His hand, which had been sweeping over the area where my pubic hair spread, slipped between his groin and my ass. His index and ring fingers spread my anus, and his middle finger slid between the tightly closed mucous membranes as if exploring, rubbing the entrance. I bit my lower lip and let out a pained moan, like someone who was sick. It wasn’t because of pain.
“Haat, huuu. Nghhh.”
I let go of the wrist I had been clinging to and reached my arm back to clutch his ass. I could feel the movement of his muscles, balled up and twitching tightly beneath the thin fabric.
Not rushing, not violent, but with a fierce excitement on the verge of explosion hidden just beneath the surface. His long, straight finger fumbled inside, stirred, tickled as it slid over the mucous membrane, and then, every so often, it would mimic insertion, thrusting inside at a rapid pace.
“Haeuh, heu. Heuk. Keu…”
Probably intentionally, each time he passed over the spot where I felt it most, scraping it deeply, I would throw my head back, close my eyes, and pull his ass more strongly toward me.
“Mm… The scent is already so strong…”
At his heated voice, which sounded like he was savoring it, I opened my eyes and looked back. His lips, which had been kissing my jawline, cheek, and ear, captured my own, which were parted with excitement and moans, as if they had been waiting. His lips were no longer dry.
That the scent was strong probably meant the degree of his arousal to him. If it meant that my reaction was faster than usual, it was true. But it was his scent that was thickly permeating the air of the entire living room, pressing down on everything in the space, including me.
Inside me, he bent his finger to stimulate the sensitive mucous membrane in its aroused state, and at a distance where our open lips brushed lightly against each other, he looked at me with wet eyes and whispered.
“A scent that turns me… from a Golden to a Regular.”
And a deep kiss immediately followed. In the ecstasy of knowing that I was the one who broke down his defenses, my vision swam as if I would collapse even though I was lying down. I closed my eyes, opening myself up completely to the scent that rushed in with the kiss.
“……Ut.”
But the next moment, I reflexively grabbed his wrist at the unfamiliar sensation I detected inside my body. I turned my head, pushed away his tongue that was sweetly occupying my mouth, and looked down. His escalating excitement thwarted, he scattered ragged breaths by my ear, ignoring my restraint and continuing to move his finger.
“W-wait… Right now, it’s a little…”
He layered his body over mine as if mounting me, now almost completely on my stomach. He created a large curve in his whole body as if he had inserted himself, and at the same time, he pushed his finger in as far as it could go, as if lifting my ass.
“It’s not ‘a little’…. Why should I stop.”
“Inside, I think something came out…”
“……”
He paused his movements for a moment. But soon, he was thrusting inside faster than before, rubbing his whole body against me. The wet breaths that soaked and nibbled at my ear soon overwhelmed my thoughts. His other hand entered my parted lips and touched the mucous membrane of my inner cheek, and I reflexively pursed my lips and sucked on his long finger.
“It’s because my precum flowed in.”
“That’s not it… Haaa.”
I couldn’t finish my sentence at the movement of his finger sliding smoothly out from between my legs. Alternating pressure on his index and middle fingers, his finger exploring my tongue was so soft and flexible that it seemed to awaken every sensation in my mouth I never knew I had. Thinking was no longer possible.
The hand that had pulled out rubbed and slid between my legs with an obscene motion. The path his palm swept over was slick and wet, and he deliberately twisted his palm to create a lewd friction sound, looking down as if to remind me of it.
“Look at this. So much has flowed out…. When it’s like this, every time you twitch, it can’t help but leak inside…”
Instead of telling him not to look, I reached my arm back, pulled his neck down, and kissed him. At this point, I didn’t care what it was; I just wanted him deeper, closer, right away. No matter how much of his scent I breathed in through our kisses, I couldn’t quench the thirst that felt like my whole body was on fire.
Pressing his cock, which was now flush against my ass where his finger had been, hard against me, he sucked on my lower lip, making it tingle. Releasing the soft flesh he had been holding and pressing between his lips with a pop, he spoke in a voice so small it was secretive.
“Should we go to the bed?”
“……”
I nodded. He sat up and pulled me to sit facing him on his thighs. In that position, he stood up holding me, and as we moved to the bedroom, he didn’t stop kissing me, moving from my lips to my jawline, my neck, my shoulders… everywhere his lips could reach, as if he wouldn’t allow my excitement to cool even for a moment.
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