The high-speed elevator reached the 42nd floor in an instant.
It must have been an instant, but it felt tediously long. Just as he’d said, it was like hell.
Sensing something about to overflow from within me, I clamped my jacket over my mouth as if to stop it, whatever it was, and he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
His arms, clasped over my lower stomach, tightened forcefully around my waist. If anyone had seen us, they would have thought he was supporting me, unable to stand properly due to feeling unwell.
The urge to twist away violently and escape, and the urge to turn right around, pull him into an embrace, and grind my body against his hard physique pulled at me simultaneously from opposite extremes.
The former was the me that still remained in the realm of reason and inertia; the latter was a new me, awakened to the realm of pleasure and instinct brought on by the fulfillment of sexual desire.
Though it had only been once, from experience, I knew which one’s hand the future me would choose to be led away by.
The moment the elevator doors opened, he snatched my wrist and strode across the hallway, and I, my legs barely able to hold me up, was all but dragged along behind him.
The moment he opened the door, we spilled inside. No, he pulled me in forcefully. He tossed the card key haphazardly onto the console table by the entrance and wrapped his long arms around my back.
My jacket fell to the floor, and the next moment, my back hit the wall of the hallway leading to the living room. But I didn’t even register the pain. Our lips, meeting again, were as sweet as a drop of liquor falling on the tongue after a long period of endurance, making me forget everything else.
I, too, wrapped my arms around his back, clutching his shirt so tightly it wrinkled. As he repeatedly pressed his lips to mine then pulled away, biting and releasing me, the tingling, dizzying suction focused all my senses on my lips.
Unable to handle the force of him pouncing on me as if to throw me down on the bare floor, I staggered backward and my thighs hit the back of the sofa. Then, the round dining table where we had all gathered for breakfast-meetings during the fair was pushed back by him. A couple of chairs fell over, but neither of us cared.
“Uht.”
After being pushed and shoved, losing my balance and nearly falling several times, the dead end we stopped at was the floor-to-ceiling window.
Pinning me against the window that overlooked the night view of Tsim Sha Tsui, he just stared into my eyes from a close distance, panting for a while.
His broad shoulders, heaving right before my eyes, looked angry, as if I had betrayed him. Beneath his furrowed eyelids, it was as if carbonation was fizzing in his pale blue irises.
Feeling the cold glass pane against my back, I, too, simply gazed at the desire he was exuding, a desire akin to anger. Breathing in his scent, which grew denser and thicker within his private space.
The next moment, he tilted his head and his lips came down on mine again, deeply, and they were nothing but soft. A shower of small kisses rained down, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing.
He gripped the nape of my neck in one hand as if to choke me, then spread his fingers and traced his way down. Drawing a large curve over my smooth shirt, he went down to my lower stomach, and with just one hand, he skillfully undid the buckle of my belt and pulled down the zipper.
The moment the zipper opened into a V-shape, his hand urgently pushed inside my briefs.
“Ugh, heu-eut….”
I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip at the sensation of his fingers wrapping around my penis. My pants, which had been gradually slipping down due to the sheer volume of his large hand fumbling with my cock inside my underwear, dropped to my ankles with a thud.
I reflexively opened my eyes and looked down, and the movement of his hand stroking my penis inside my underwear was starkly visible. The sight, more erotic than if it had been directly exposed, made my skin throb.
His hand, disappeared inside my underwear, felt like a symbol of secret friction and union, of sex itself.
His other arm, the one not fumbling inside my underwear, rested its elbow on the glass pane as he pressed his lips close to my ear.
“I thought this last time, too.”
He continued in a raspy voice, rubbing the base of my penis with his entire palm.
“Your cock is bigger than I thought.”
I shook my head, leaning my forehead against his shoulder, which stood before me like a solid wall.
“Why? This is definitely big.”
No need to compare it to mine. Compared to mine, anyone’s would seem unimpressive. —he added in a teasing voice, caressing the curve of my ear with his hot tongue. It sounded like a joke, but I couldn’t laugh. Even if it was a joke, the content of his words was also true.
All I could do was flinch my shoulders as my hearing grew sensitive and damp.
“You look like you just stepped out of the shower, but when I get you undressed, your cock is big, so you seem like you’d be into it… and you were rubbing it all over my stomach… Oof, that was so hot.”
Again, I shook my head wildly. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to deny his words, or if I wanted him to stop whispering such things in my ear. But in truth, I didn’t dislike the words, nor his whispers.
With my head bowed, my eyes were fixed on his hand rummaging inside my underwear. My shoulders heaved as if I were about to burst into tears. I clamped one hand over my mouth and grabbed his side with the other. His arm, which had been braced on the window over my shoulder, gently but firmly pulled my hand away from my mouth. Deep inside my briefs, his fingertips flicked at my testicles. My waist twitched and twisted.
“Don’t just say no… Tell me what you thought of mine. You were staring at it like you were going to burn a hole through it.”
“……”
“Look up.”
At his soft command, I managed to lift my forehead from his shoulder. Mwah. Mwah. His lips immediately came closer, devouring me, pressing as if to squeeze out my juices before letting go. I could no longer tell if these lips were mine or his. Because of the swollen feeling from the constant suction, I could feel his lips even when he wasn’t sucking on them.
Pressing his forehead against mine to keep me from lowering my head again, he nuzzled the tip of his nose against mine. At this proximity, there was no gap to catch my breath and escape his scent.
“How was it, mine?”
“Heuu, heup.”
The sensation of his wide palm pushing deep between my legs, past my testicles, completely tangled the rhythm of my breathing.
The repeated friction of him rubbing me down there both revealed his own arousal and violently dragged my own, which was still hesitating with the inertia of daily life, outside the bounds of reason.
To support my body, which felt like it was about to collapse, I moved my hand from his side to his shoulder. His arm, rubbing me from below with a force that felt like it could lift me up, was bunched up as hard as a rock. I could tell he was restraining himself a great deal.
But the movement of his hand, demanding a frank confession, was still blatant. As his in-and-out motions quickened, my legs spread into an awkward stance. It must have been a ridiculous posture, but neither of us laughed. If anything, the embarrassing pose seemed to speak to the sexual symbolism of the act, only heightening the excitement.
“It was, it was big….”
And the excitement finally made me open my mouth.
“Is that all?”
He, looking somewhat thrilled, was grinning right in front of me. My mind was gradually tilting because of things like insertion, thrusting, sex, all conjured by the hand moving between my legs.
Each time his palm pushed past my underside to the back of my buttocks, my body jolted with the force. His palm, damp and slick with the precum that had leaked from my penis, created friction against the soft inner flesh, building heat below. My heels lifted on their own.
I lunged forward and threw my arms around his neck. If I was honest, it would get easier. He would stop the torment.
“I wanted to touch it….”
It was the beginning of my confession. I hugged his neck tighter so he couldn’t see me.
“I thought so too… that it was lewd… that it was arousing.”
The memory of the twisted pleasure I’d gained from whispering forbidden words in his ear, and the sweet praise he had bestowed upon me at the end of it, spurred me on from deep within my body.
“It was like it existed for sex… Just looking at it in the dark made my legs tingle… Ugh.”
I had to stop my confession and bite my teeth.
His hand, which had been rubbing my perineum, was now grinding against my clenched anus. He didn’t push inside, but the force was such that it wouldn’t have been strange if he had at any moment. If the direction of the pressure changed even slightly, it felt like his nail would dig into me.
“…What is sex.”
“……”
As if he were angry at a child who didn’t even know what sex was for spouting such nonsense. His breathing was ragged. He turned his head and bit my ear, this time gently scratching the area around my anus. At the primal itchiness that felt like he was scratching my internal organs, I, unbelievably, while still hugging his neck, shook my hips wildly.
He carelessly pushed my underwear down.
My cock, which had become a messily wet during his handling, was exposed, and I rubbed it myself against his clothed erection. It was a series of unbelievable events, but I had no choice but to accept that this was me, or at least a part of me.
‘You look like you just stepped out of the shower, but when I get you undressed, your cock is big, so you seem like you’d be into it’—that was his assessment of me in bed, and for whatever reason, I didn’t hate that he saw me that way.
He, too, was erect, the front of his pants pulled taut and completely bulging.
My mind went blank with excitement at the distinct shape of his penis suggested by the heavy, swollen volume. As I rubbed against him, letting out heated breaths, he grabbed my ass with both hands and twisted the flesh.
“I want to put it in….”
His voice was that of someone chewing on pain, swallowing it piece by piece.
“You know what that means, right? Inside you, Seo Yeehyeon… I want to penetrate you.”
A moan escaped me at his desperate, anxious whisper. As my lips parted, he twisted his head and sucked on my lower lip. At the same time, he slid his hand, slick with my precum, into the cleft of my buttocks and rubbed circles over my anus.
“Inside… the part that’s bulging out. Can I find it and rub it with my cock?”
“St, stop….”
I turned my head away from the agonizing excitement. As if he wouldn’t allow me to look away, he immediately followed, swallowing my lips. He took my upper and lower lips at once, chewing and sucking on them several times. While being swallowed, sucked, and ravaged by him, I, too, had now become a part of his scent.
“Why, that’s what sex is. You said mine was made for that. Then I should do that for you.”
A string of curses, longer than his usual short ‘fuck,’ followed. I couldn’t be sure, as it was a rapid-fire foreign language I was only half-hearing in my dazed state, but it seemed to be about… wanting to completely ruin me.
Grabbing my ass until the flesh stung, he forcefully spread my buttocks, stretching the unseen anus sideways.
“I can’t take it. I want to put it in right now, and thrust… and fuck you.”
It was the voice of a man desperate for penetration and ejaculation. The fact that I was the object of that craving made my insides throb. I, too, wanted his penetration and his release, and I wanted it to happen through me.
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