Using only his lips, he lightly bit and released the soft flesh below my ear, where it met my nape, and kicked off the blanket. The warmth and weight pressing down on my body became more direct. Just as my body was about to flinch at the unfamiliar sensation, a strange breath escaped my lips. It sounded like a short sob.
His lips touched my ear, and along with his hot, damp breath, his wet tongue delved inside. At my reaction, he cupped my head as if to embrace it and buried his lips deeper into my ear. As if kissing it, he pressed his lips to various spots on the surface of my ear, rolled his tongue to trace its curves, and whispered in a low, viscous voice, letting the words flow in.
“Do you like it when I do this to your ear?”
“Ugh…”
Each syllable felt like a soft feather tickling the inside of my ear. I tilted my head back and grabbed his shoulders. His body, which until then had only been pressing down on me, began to twist its hips, slowly grinding his entire body against mine.
This time, my breathing grew ragged. I was wearing thin pajamas on my lower half, while he wore thicker sweatpants. Both were loungewear and soft to the touch, but they were woefully inadequate for hiding the bulk of our erections.
Pressing his groin tightly against mine and grinding slowly, he used his right knee to push my left inner thigh aside, settling himself between my legs. I could feel a heavy mass of flesh between my naturally parted legs. Judging by its soft texture, it was clearly not yet erect, but his penis was unbelievably bulky. So much so that my gaze unconsciously, explicitly, drifted downward.
As if noticing the direction of my gaze, he chuckled lowly by my ear. Even his laughter became a caress against my ear. As I flinched my shoulders and bit my lower lip, he lightly scraped my ear with his front teeth. It was a playful movement, as if nipping at me, but instead of making me laugh, his teasing made my breathing turn rough.
He didn’t rush to strip off our clothes and press bare skin to bare skin. He slowly heated up our bodies, letting our erections rub gently over our clothes. But it wasn’t a chaste movement. There was a lewdness to the way he lowered and pushed his hips up, pressing down to ensure our members, contained within our underwear, were thoroughly stimulated from bottom to top.
His right hand, which had been toying with my hair, lightly brushed past my cheek and ear, descended to trace my nape as if playing a keyboard, then tugged at the neckline of my sweatshirt as if in disapproval.
“Shall I take it off?”
I realized that at such a close distance, with his lips buried in my ear, any words could become sexually charged whispers. Shuddering at the goosebumps that rose on my skin, I tightened my grip on his shoulders. His shirt shifted uselessly under the force of my hands. He looked down at me, kissed my cheek right next to my lips, very close, then straightened up and threw off his T-shirt.
After taking off his own top, he grabbed my wrists, guided them above my head, then took hold of the sleeves of my sweatshirt and pulled it straight up. It was a strange method, but the shirt came off. He looked down at me and smiled. He was probably laughing at my hair, which had been messed up as the shirt came off.
When he was in a suit, I had thought he had a sleek build, but his upper body was much more solid than I’d expected. His muscles were large, yet the lines between them were clearly defined, and his shoulders and torso were considerably thick. It was by no means a bulky body, but contrary to my impression of him being slender for his height, he was quite muscular. Compared to him, I felt like an immature body still in the process of growing. The dim lighting cast shadows between his pectoral and abdominal muscles, making the contours even more distinct.
Was it because he had taken off his clothes and exposed his bare skin? His scent had grown stronger. It was a potent scent that pressed down from above, just like his posture as he held himself over me now. I unconsciously took a deep breath, wanting to take in more of that scent.
Tossing my discarded sweatshirt onto the floor beside the bed, he pushed between my legs again, our bodies overlapping. When our bodies touched again, he had become the scent itself.
Heok, heok… heok… My breathing rhythm completely shattered, I stared wide-eyed, my hands and feet trembling. I blindly twisted the sheets in my grip, then clutched his bare shoulders.
Shhh, shhh—. As if soothing a terrified child or one crying itself breathless, he cooed in a low voice and stroked my face.
“Breathe out slowly… It’s okay. This isn’t hyperventilation. Don’t be scared. Close your eyes.”
A large, warm palm covered my eyes. My vision was blocked, but I wasn’t scared. I closed my eyelids, following the slow downward movement of his palm. I was anxious, not knowing the cause of my body’s sudden reaction, but it wasn’t the kind of fear that came from feeling my life was in danger.
It wasn’t fear, but rather, desire. A fierce, irresistible desire. For his body, which was slowly swaying its hips between my legs, grinding his erection against mine, I felt a desire so strong it made me tremble.
“Just focus on how you’re going to answer my questions.”
His hand, which had traveled past my lips and down my neck, slid into the V-neck of my pajamas. Being sleepwear, the neckline was very loose. His hand swept down over the skin of my chest and cupped my entire breast concavely, as if to gauge the volume of the muscle.
“How do you feel?”
The very first question was difficult to answer. He changed his line of questioning.
“Is it unpleasant?”
This time, I shook my head. Several times, forcefully.
Just as I had with the weight of his body on top of me, I was slowly adjusting to the weight of his scent. The spot where I was pressed against his erection was growing hot. I knew I was twisting my own hips, but I had lost the self-control to stop the movement out of shame.
His fingertips, which had been stroking my chest broadly, flicked my hardened nipple from bottom to top.
“Then, does it feel good?”
“Heut…”
My hips bucked. That would probably serve as an answer.
Using his thumb and index finger, he broadly pinched my entire nipple, starting from the outside of the areola, and twisted it with a firm press, as if trying to squeeze something out from within. Haa, ha-euhh… Unbelievably, my breath hitched as I responded to his hand.
After repeatedly losing and regaining my grip on his shoulders, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, thirsty for him to grind against me more forcefully. Just the act of him squeezing my nipple made the core of my body feel like it was twisting, as if my entire being was being contorted by him.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want, Seo Yeehyeon. If you start to feel bad, just tell me right away. You’re not scared, are you?”
I nodded my head. Several times.
Soon, his face buried itself in my neck, rubbing his cheek and lips against me, pressing our bodies even closer. His hand, emerging from my neckline, began to undo the buttons of my pajama top.
At the very real sensation of my clothes coming off, my closed eyes flew open. While he nibbled at the area below my chin where it met my neck, his right hand skillfully undid the buttons. Because of his position, it looked as if he were nestled against my chest. With every pass of his hand, my chest, which was heaving and falling with passion and excitement, was laid bare.
Pushing open the front of my pajama top, his lips slid down. Pressing his lips heavily against my skin as if to crush them, he moved lower and lower.
He bit my collarbone with his teeth, drew an unknowable, dizzying line on my upper chest, and his dry lips brushed over my nipple several times. Unfamiliar sensations I had never felt through masturbation alone, sensations that could only be felt by touching another person, relentlessly assailed me.
A sense of urgency arose, and my toes curled inward. My back arched with the desire for him to not just brush against it, but to suck on it hard. Glancing up at me, he rubbed the tip of his lips over my nipple. As if to taunt me. So lightly that it was barely skin on skin.
“Heu-heu, heuk…”
Biting my lower lip hard, I clutched the back of his neck. His gaze, fixed on me, was also different from usual. I had the illusion of seeing a reddish tint in his pale blue eyes; he, too, was flushed red.
He stuck out his tongue and touched the base of my erect nipple once. The sensation made my entire chest thrum, and I rubbed the back of my head against the pillow, thrusting my hips up. When I lifted my chin, the scent felt like it was choking me.
He poked my nipple with the tip of his tongue once more and said,
“Let me have it.”
His voice was thick with restraint.
Pulling on the back of his neck that I was holding, I used my other hand to gather my pectoral muscle, pushing my nipple further forward. I adjusted its position and put my nipple directly into his mouth. Unbelievably, I did such things without a moment’s hesitation.
The moment my nipple was in his mouth, he sucked on it hard, at once. Ha-eut. Even as I twisted and arched my back from the pleasure that came with the pain, I raked my fingers through the back of his hair, my eyes never leaving his lips.
He was still grinding his erection between my legs, only tilting his head down to suck on my chest. His torso was twisted because of it, but he seemed not at all uncomfortable, even caressing my side and lower abdomen with his right hand.
Tell me if it feels bad. That’s what he had said, but I didn’t dislike the hand that made me flinch as it circled my navel. I had no desire to push away the face that was chewing and sucking on my nipple. I felt no aversion to the weight pressing down on me, grinding against my lower body.
The reaction of my penis, experiencing friction with another’s for the first time, was immediate. I had never thought it would be with a man’s, but I had never thought it couldn’t be a man’s, either.
I had been vaguely aware of it, but considering all my recent reactions to him, it wasn’t strange that I felt no aversion to this kind of act with him.
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