The next moment, I was lying prone between his legs. He had pulled me onto his stomach, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling the back of my head with his other hand to capture my lips first. The kiss was as sweet and desperate as a reunion after several years, but surprisingly, it had been less than a week since I had slept with him.
As his kiss began—sucking hard on my lower and upper lips in turn, biting down hard enough to cause pain, then pulling them taut before letting them go with a snap—I realized at once how often I had thought of this kiss over the past week, even while I was busy with gallery work cleaning up after the fair, and how much I had hoped to experience it again.
I welcomed his kiss as if that single night had deeply tamed me to his ways.
It was different from last time on the party terrace, when I had closed my eyes in a daze, not knowing what to do. Now, I was keenly aware of the rising pleasure brought by his strong suction and greedy assault, the excitement of knowing that the person I liked was being aroused by my body, and I was reacting to it quickly.
Matching my breath to the rise and fall of his broad, thick chest beneath mine, I hoped and waited for the layered scents surrounding and encroaching upon me… to swallow me whole.
Leaning back against the large pillows propped against the headboard, he pressed his forehead to mine and looked into my eyes from a distance where only the surfaces of our lips brushed precariously. We were so close that I could hardly see him properly.
“Me too.”
The afterscent of strong whiskey mingled with his breath.
“I want to change, too. Into a completely different being.”
I was still young enough to find it strange that someone like him, whom everyone envied, could be seized by such a defeatist mentality.
Just because he appeared perfect and affluent in the eyes of others didn’t mean he was free of inner turmoil. And yet, looking at him, I, who felt he could bend everything to his will, even a person’s heart, was clearly still a child.
His hand slipped under my t-shirt to caress my bare waist, and with just that much skinship, I had to let out a moan and futilely scratch at his bare chest where there was nothing to grab. After the moan escaped, I bit my lip hard, and his tongue delved inside. The moment I lost my grip on my lip, the tip of his tongue traced the membrane behind it, the ticklish sensation making my shoulders tremble.
“Will you change me, Seo Yeehyeon-ssi?”
As he said that, the hand that had been toying with my waist slipped under the waistband of my loungewear and gently squeezed the flesh of my buttocks through the thin fabric of the new underwear he himself had given me.
On his stomach, on his chest, between his legs, and in his scent. I was already changing.
“How could I….”
The arm holding my waist tightened, and his hot tongue suddenly plunged into my mouth, cutting off my words. Ugh, mm, mmm…. I groaned from the back of my throat like someone whose mouth was being covered from behind by an assailant.
Sliding his middle finger between my cheeks, he rubbed firmly over my anus. Just as suddenly as the wet flesh had filled my mouth, it swiftly pulled out, and he whispered in a heated voice, applying more subtle pressure with his fingertips.
“With this. Drive me crazy.”
He thrust his hips, bucking me up where I lay on top of him, and kept rubbing over my anus. The sensation of his long, straight finger moving between my cheeks was already evocative of a sex act. He was the one driving me crazy.
For my first kiss and first time having sex with the person I first fell for, I was easily abandoning even the inertia and shame I had believed to be myself until now. I, who had crawled into his bedroom of my own volition, wanting to do this with a man I wasn’t even dating… what was I, if not crazy?
With the hand that had been scratching his chest, I wrapped my arm around his neck. It might have been an unconscious answer to his demand to drive him crazy using my rear.
He tilted his head deeper and kissed me. When I parted my lips, a piece of flesh thoroughly steeped in his scent pushed deep inside. It was like a penetration performed by a tongue.
I liked his incautious kiss. If he had kissed me gingerly, as if handling glass, I might have died of impatience. I liked his way of filling my mouth with his tongue as if to block my throat, as if forcing himself on me, making my eyes well up with moisture.
Because his pliant, wet flesh, thrashing inside me, sweeping over my palate, my tongue, and the inside of my teeth, poking and rubbing, seemed to be an indicator, at least for this moment, of just how much he wanted me, the extent of his thirst.
His long legs tangled with mine, rubbing my calves, and he squeezed me between his thighs. He had no qualms about rubbing his cock against mine, creating explicit friction.
My waist twisted on top of his body at the touch of his hands grabbing, twisting, and shaking my buttocks, the fleshiest part of my body. It was different from the first or second time, when I had been bewildered, startled, and flustered, and had needed more time to be honest about my desires. I, too, wanted him already—quickly, more deeply.
As I followed his tongue as it pulled out of my mouth and licked at his lips, he bit the tip of my tongue, a little painfully. His eyes, looking down at me, were intense.
The hand shaking my ass also grew forceful, pulling the flesh upward as if to tear it. Next, he took both my upper and lower lips at once and pushed in deep, sucking and squeezing until my head was thrown back. It was so tingly and dizzying I felt like I would be sucked into his mouth.
I had wanted this distinct pain. Probably ever since last Sunday, right after he had last pulled away from my lips.
With the obscene, wet sounds of smack, smack, created by the pressure of him sucking on skin slick with saliva, he released my lips and spoke, pressing the surfaces of our lips together and rubbing them gently.
“Last time, they were very swollen.”
“It’s okay.”
I couldn’t meet his gaze and answered while fiddling with his neck. He let out a short laugh.
“Anyone who saw you would know what you’d been up to all night. You don’t mind?”
“……”
Above, our lips gently touched and parted as his low, sweet whispers continued, but below… behind me, his hand was circling and fiddling around my anus, and at times, as if he couldn’t stand it, he would squeeze my ass tight, openly displaying his desire. Because of that, I couldn’t think of a witty or sexy reply befitting the situation. Not that it would have been much different even if I were in my right mind.
“Tell me. What should I do to your lips? What do you like?”
He asked while rotating his hips in a circle, stimulating my sex with the bulge of his, but I, whose core had been frozen solid just a moment ago, was now completely melted, and I could do nothing but gasp at the heat blooming from below, unable to think of anything.
If this was his way of heightening arousal, I liked it just as it was. I didn’t dislike his mischievous questions and demands that drove me into a corner. It was just that I had neither the knack nor the anything to come up with a good answer to arouse him.
“Just, the way you always do, Director….”
“……”
For a moment, he furrowed his brow, his eyes glinting between narrowed lids.
“Say that again. The way who does it?”
“…You, Director.”
He squeezed both my butt cheeks tight, pressing me down so our genitals were completely flush, and began to chew on my ear. He thrust his hips up repeatedly, as if he would strip my ass bare and shove his penis inside me in this very position.
I couldn’t understand the reason for his sudden spike in arousal. I could only tremble, letting out shaky breaths at his thrusts.
“Do you know this is the first time you’ve called me that in bed? You always used to omit any form of address.”
Had I?
I think I probably had. It had felt awkward to call him by any title in a situation like this.
“Getting turned on by the weirdest things, anyway.”
Muttering as if to himself, his hands were not leisurely as he pushed down my underwear and pants with his fingertips.
“What is ‘the way I do it’? Tell me. Seo Yeehyeon-ssi.”
Hearing his voice, deliberately calling my name with a playful, lewd intent, I felt I could somewhat understand how he felt aroused by the act of being called. Having it confirmed more precisely by him who I was entangled with made all my senses grow sharper.
He skillfully pulled down my bottoms, which were just below my ass, this time using his legs and feet. As my lower half became bare, my desire flared up in contrast. In the end, I surrendered. It wasn’t the first time I had poured obscenities into his ear.
I closed my eyes, deciding to let myself crumble in the fragrance spread by his lips as they breathed hot, damp air by my ear.
“…Kiss me.”
“How.”
He asked as he instantly pulled my bottoms down to my ankles, grabbing the underside of my buttocks and shaking the flesh. It was hard to endure the excitement that squirmed and welled up inside me from the stimulation to my lower body.
“Heut.”
The hand shaking my ass moved between my legs, and at the sensation of his entire palm rubbing my sex, I flinched and clung tighter to his neck as if to escape upward. Our cheeks pressed together, and his ear was by my lips. His lips, too, pressed closer to my ear, and his sharp tongue delved into my ear, deafening me to all the sounds of the world.
“Your lips, make them hurt. Suck… bite, and swallow them.”
He turned his head and pressed his lips to my cheek. Hard enough to crush my cheek against his lips. The hand rubbing me below was still at it.
Every time, I would open my mouth at the end of his persistent demands as if I had no choice… but I had never once told a lie. What he drew out of me was simply honesty. And every time I was honest, the sense of liberation from social etiquette and rules made my sexual desire burn hotter. I couldn’t deny it.
With a pillar of fire-like excitement shooting up that I simply couldn’t suppress, I bucked my hips while lying on top of him. Each time, my sex ground against his swollen cock, and his testicles swung, slapping against my groin.
“So anyone can see you’ve been kissing all night. You’re going to walk around with a face like that?”
“……”
“Why are you so lewd? Seo Yeehyeon-ssi.”
I shook my head at his teasing, as he deliberately enunciated my name syllable by syllable. It seemed I still wanted to deny it.
I didn’t think being lewd or wanton was particularly a bad thing… but the self that was more accustomed to my past self, who had been indifferent to sex, still seemed to want to deny, somewhere inside, the part of me that wanted my lips and tongue to be sucked on hard.
But this whole scene was happening because I wanted it to. He hadn’t made me say desires I didn’t have. Every time I felt my lips, fuller than usual until the swelling completely subsided, the memory of our act would make my insides tingle. I wished my lips were always swollen from his kisses.
To me, being lewd was a concept similar to being sexy, so I didn’t know if I was a lewd person… but wishing my lips were always swollen from kissing, that was probably what being wanton was.
He pressed his lips to my lowered forehead and eyelids and whispered soothingly.
“Look at me. I’ll only suck them if you look at me.”
All while still grinding his hips below.
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