He finally finished his exploration by sliding just his fingertips inside my anus, twisting them as if scooping out cream before pulling them out. Then he removed his hand from between my legs. And right before my eyes, he licked and sniffed his hand, on which there was nothing.
As he looked down, rubbing his tongue between his fingers, his face looked ecstatic, as if he were inhaling a fragrance that paralyzed reason and induced lewd hallucinations. There was clearly nothing there, just his fingers.
With his eyes fixed on mine, he covered my face with his hand. His long fingers crossed my cheek, partially covering my eye. When I blinked, my eyelashes brushed against his finger.
He drew closer and licked my lips with his fingers between them. As his tongue pushed past my lips and touched the membrane behind them, I too grew dazed, as if in a hallucination. I hesitantly stuck out my tongue and rubbed it against his hot, wet one. His tongue felt like the very fount of a scent that never ran dry.
Between his index and middle finger, between his middle and ring finger.
We sought and coveted each other’s tongues as if playing hide-and-seek. What was this? Just by having his fingers between us, the kiss became more tender, more obscene.
My hips bucked with rising impatience as I scratched and bit his fingers. With his eyes narrowed, he captured my ascent and my burning blaze, not missing a single moment.
The longer the kiss went on, the stronger the sensation of my stomach—or more precisely, my anus—twitching deep inside became. His penis, rubbing against my groin and inner thighs, was too distinct in its presence to be ignored. Every time he subtly ground his hips, the writhing of his cock felt as if it would burrow into my flesh at any moment.
“Hngh, hhuu…”
Looking down at me as I twisted my own hips with the desire to be rubbed more deeply, he raised his upper body. And he grabbed my ankles.
Without any warning or hesitation, he lifted my ankles toward the air and spread them wide open.
“Ngh.”
The serious expression on his face as he did it provoked a human sense of shame. My legs, spread wide open toward the ceiling in a broad V-shape, were being handled like a doll’s, making me wonder if they had always been this powerless. His intense gaze, peering into my groin as he tilted his head low, made my body instinctively shrink.
“I didn’t get a proper look last time.”
His voice, explaining the reason for this embarrassing observation, was huskier than usual.
“It’s the place where my tongue will lick and my cock will enter and exit. Getting a good look is basic courtesy.”
“Wh-what do you mean, lick…!”
Before I could finish, he pushed my ankles up toward my shoulders. My knees bent, and my body folded in half. My attempt to raise my upper body was crushed by the weight pressing down on my ankles.
My own face was between my knees. My genitals, testicles, and even my anus… the parts between my legs, usually hidden somewhere, were now completely exposed, facing upward. I couldn’t even remember if I had ever been in such a position before; it was an embarrassing pose one would never try outside of a special situation, and I could feel the blood rushing to my face.
But I couldn’t deny that the embarrassment and shame… were making it clearer that he and I were engrossed in an extremely private act, something we couldn’t tell others about.
Perhaps my mind had grown dull from his scent, which hung heavy throughout the room like the fragrance of a diffuser, and I had become unable to distinguish between shame and pleasure. In reality, a scent that was too strong could cause a headache. This languid, hazy sensation, which at the same time sharply snatched at pleasure, was different in nature from a headache, but it was similar in that it clouded my judgment.
Before I had a chance to resist and struggle, he immediately grabbed my waist and pulled me up. As my upper body, which had been buried in the pillows, was dragged down, my lower body was lifted up in contrast.
The space between my legs, wide open and facing upward, was now at his chest level. It was a position where he could peer in and rub his tongue as he pleased just by lowering his head a little.
I squeezed out the faint remnants of reason left in a corner of my mind. As if I wouldn’t have the courage to face myself after the act was over if I didn’t at least try this much.
I tried to stop him by reaching out to cover the space between my legs, but he was faster. He lowered his head, pointed the tip of his tongue, and scraped it in a long line up my perineum, below my upturned testicles.
“Hah, heuk.”
My calves, suspended in the air, thrashed at the sensation that shot through my entire body.
“This, the fact that you seem to want to touch it yourself, makes me even more excited.”
He said, lightly biting my fingers that were belatedly fumbling over my anus. If it was an attempt to interfere, it was having the opposite effect.
Looking up at his face as he pressed his tongue over my anus between my fingers, a wave of light self-mockery washed over me at the fact that I was feeling a thrill stronger than shame at this scene.
“Are you still shy?”
“Hh, heup.”
He asked, after licking my entrance intensely and then rubbing it hard with his entire tongue.
“Don’t worry. You’ll forget everything soon. Just like last time.”
I wasn’t as shy as he thought, but in any case, what he said was true.
He scraped, nipped, and bit the soft skin of my entrance, which was tightly closed as if being sucked inward. As he repeated the motion of sucking hard enough to make a wet, smacking sound and then letting go, my entire perineum glistened with his saliva.
The muscles around my anus, which had been tense, became limp, and the sensation of my body loosely opening up gently melted the space between my legs.
He was repeating the same process as the kisses he had poured onto my lips, but on my lower half… on my most secret and private parts.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of his tongue, which he had stiffened into an erection, slowly descending from top to bottom and digging inside. Not only could he see all of me… but it was a position where I, too, could witness every detail of all the kisses, suctions, frictions, and insertions he was performing between my legs.
His tongue, having descended to a point where it could go no further, bent its tip to scrape my inner walls as it pulled out. Poised precariously at the edge of the entrance, it once again dug inside.
“Huuuh… Hnh…”
I clutched the sheets at the movement of his wet tongue, which appeared and disappeared as it moved in and out between my legs. I was out of breath even while just lying still. My upturned penis, though untouched, was swollen and twitching.
My breathing became even more ragged under the pressure of his tongue, which picked up speed and jabbed inside me. The spacious bedroom was filled with the wet friction sounds between his tongue and my inner walls, mixed with panting moans.
“Ah, st… stop… Hnngh, I don’t like that…!”
With his tongue pushed in all the way, he flicked it around inside my inner walls, making me thrash about. At the ticklish stimulation applied to a place I couldn’t scratch, I bucked my hips and almost cried out.
I begged him in a strained voice to just rub me hard instead, to hurt me.
Even as he watched me plead with impatient eyes, he didn’t grant my request. When the tip of his tongue, which had been lapping at the inner lining, finally pulled out, my chest was heaving rapidly, as if I had just sprinted a short distance at full speed. My back, still not fully free of my shirt, was damp with sweat.
Without giving me a moment to catch my breath, he pulled my hips in closer, buried his nose and mouth in my perineum, and took a deep breath. He moved his head here and there, biting and sucking my entire groin as if searching for a trace of a precious object hidden long ago.
His eyes, which glinted blue enough to be recognizable even in the dark, and his broad shoulders, which repeatedly tensed and relaxed, proved that he, too, was not calm, that his reason was crumbling from this foreplay.
After sucking in the soft skin as if to draw it into his nostrils, he looked up at me with his eyes, his face still completely buried in my perineum.
I’m sure I buried it around here, but I can’t find it anywhere. —That was the look on his face.
“Seo Yeehyeon-ssi.”
“……”
Was calling my name with his face buried between my legs a form of torment? Or was it part of the caress?
Was it because he did it with such a handsome face and a pleasant voice that I could feel pleasure even in a position like this, where he was toying with my private parts as he pleased?
I was blankly thinking such disconnected thoughts, looking up at his face with my breath still not settled.
“What are you, really?”
What was he asking about?
I tried to rummage through my hazy, flushed consciousness for an answer, but I couldn’t grasp anything.
Perhaps right now, I was nothing. I was ablaze from being laid wide open, rubbed, and prodded by him, wanting to be touched deeper, for deeper places to overlap and be ground against—to the point that this desire was the clearest piece that constituted my current self, I was nothing.
Burying his nose and mouth deep in my perineum and rubbing his face, he once again took a deep breath. He used his teeth and lips alternately to gnaw at the area around my anus, and nuzzled the high, hard bridge of his nose against the tender flesh, sniffing.
It seemed that he… quite liked my groin. Otherwise, how could he stick to it so closely, biting and sucking like that?
Watching him, my stomach clenched and twitched, and I unknowingly kept tensing my lower body.
As if a sweet juice were seeping out from inside my anus, he once again took the entrance into his mouth and sucked, smacking his lips as if squeezing out and drinking what was inside.
“To give off a scent like this… and still say no.”
My consciousness was hazy, so I couldn’t be sure, but muttering something to that effect, he finally lowered my hips onto the mattress. Then, he raised an arm to wipe the sweat from his face and crawled past me to the edge of the bed.
His glistening, erect penis hung upside down, swaying. As I turned my head, panting, and watched it, my gaze was probably wet, as if with want.
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