Listening to each other’s breathing as it slowly began to unravel, they focused on each other’s appearance. Unlike actual sex, they could now edit and reveal only the parts and appearances they wanted to show the other. The image within the six-inch frame was the version of Yeehyeon he wanted to show, and in other words, the Yeehyeon outside the screen was the parts he wanted to hide. Parts he wanted to hide, but would soon reveal.
Yeehyeon’s hand hesitantly moved toward his lips. Watching Yeehyeon pinch and twist the flesh of his lip between his fingers, just as he himself used to do, Liu stroked his cock over his briefs, outside the frame. Just slowly caressing his penis, which was erect enough to burst through his briefs, was enough to make his hips buck with the desire for penetration.
His eyes fixed on Yeehyeon, he asked.
“Does that… feel like you’re kissing me?”
Yeehyeon shook his head.
[It’s not enough.]
At Yeehyeon’s voice, which sounded like he was whining in a way rarely heard outside of sex, Umm… Liu let out a low groan and thrust his hand inside the band of his underwear.
Without Yeehyeon’s body to kiss, to caress his skin, to stimulate his nipples, to lick his ass and explore inside him, all he could do was the boring act of stimulating his own cock. In truth, he didn’t even need to rub it to get hard. Just a few words and a smile from Yeehyeon were enough to make him so erect it was a problem.
“The video we filmed together before. Have you ever watched it while you…?”
[…]
Yeehyeon didn’t answer, but his gently lowered eyes were already an affirmation. Just the brief thought of Yeehyeon pleasuring himself while replaying that video they had filmed so long ago was enough to make a gush of precum spill out, drenching his hand as it ran down his penis. He tensed his glutes as if he were about to thrust into something right that second, but there was nowhere to put his strength.
“Like back then… I want to kiss you.”
[Hah, hngh….]
As if recalling the kiss from the video, Yeehyeon let out a low moan and grimaced. Then, he pushed the fingers that had been twisting his lips about a knuckle deep into his mouth. He was relaxing, slowly coming undone.
“Your tongue… stick it out and rub it.”
After a moment of seeming hesitation, Yeehyeon opened his lips, his fingers still in his mouth. A slick, red piece of flesh was pushed out, and with a panting breath, his middle and index fingers tumbled over it.
Liu focused on Yeehyeon’s movements so intensely he could feel the heat in his eyes. Ha… hhh… hoo… Regulating his breathing as if lifting a heavy weight, he pushed down the band of his briefs and pulled out his cock. The screen precariously showed only up to his pelvis, just to the line where his pubic hair began to grow thick, but he knew that from the movement of his own wrist and arm toward the center of his body, Yeehyeon could guess what was happening between his legs.
Yeehyeon’s shoulders also twitched intermittently as he rubbed his tongue. The thrilling sensation in his lower body was likely making his sensitive body flinch.
Yeehyeon’s fingers, slick with saliva, disappeared from the screen. Then, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something. Wanting to kiss his eyelids, which were blinking slower than usual, Liu unconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his own lips. An urge to suck each other’s tongues made both of them keep moistening their lips.
The penis in his hand was hard, as if about to explode. It wanted to be inside. It wanted to reach its peak not from this hand play, but from the friction of being squeezed and pressed by Yeehyeon’s inner walls.
Already finding it difficult to hold the phone properly, Yeehyeon let his left arm drop. He propped the phone on the mattress, angling it to film himself from below. Yeehyeon’s upper body, clad in a white shirt that left the nape of his neck wide open, filled half the screen. He lowered his head slightly to look down at the lens and whispered in a small voice.
[The sound….]
“Can you hear it?”
From below, where he was stroking his cock, wet, slapping sounds were rising, like splashing in a shallow puddle. It was obvious Yeehyeon could hear it too, and though Liu was deliberately adjusting the pressure of his hand to create that squelching noise for that very reason, he feigned ignorance and demanded confirmation.
Yeehyeon glanced at the screen out of the corner of his eye and nodded.
[Show me. I want to see….]
He changed the phone’s direction as requested. His penis was so proudly stiff it would have stood straight toward the ceiling even without his hand holding it. He gripped the veiny base and slowly stroked all the way up to the head. The screen clearly showed the precum that had been coating his entire penis being pushed back up by his hand as it wrapped around the shaft.
He wanted to provoke Yeehyeon more. He wanted Yeehyeon to want him more, to be mesmerized by his sexual prowess. It wasn’t some reckless bravado of having nothing but his body; he wanted to appeal to him with his sexual ability. He knew it was a primal and vulgar approach, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Yeehyeon to judge him as more capable than any man around him.
He knew Yeehyeon had always snuck glances whenever his cock moved. Liu pulled his penis back until it touched his lower abdomen and then let go, showing off its elasticity. Each time it sprang back in an arc toward his testicles, precum splattered. He even gripped the base and shook it more explicitly. The way the overly heavy and long cock nodded sluggishly, as if panting, was rendered even more obscene on screen.
Just the awareness that Yeehyeon was watching made his entire penis throb.
He was curious what expression Yeehyeon was making as he watched this grotesque thing, this obscene show. He adjusted the phone’s direction to film from his crotch up to his upper body. His own face wasn’t quite in frame, but he could see Yeehyeon’s, contorted in a moan. Yeehyeon had slid down even further than before and was panting for breath.
Sometime in between, all the buttons of his shirt had come undone, and his white chest flickered in and out of view between the parted fabric. His areolas glistened, as if he had been fiddling with them with his saliva-coated fingers.
“Your nipples, were you touching them?”
[…]
Realizing Liu was watching, Yeehyeon disappeared from view. The screen shook chaotically. When he returned, Yeehyeon was biting his lower lip so hard it looked like he was about to burst into tears. The screen, filming Yeehyeon from a 45-degree angle rather than head-on, was still shaking unsteadily up and down, left and right. The twitching of his right shoulder, the arm he wasn’t using to hold the phone, was alarming.
“Seo Yeehyeon, what are you doing right now?”
[Hngh, sob. Hhh….]
Yeehyeon didn’t answer, just shook his head. Even so, he kept glancing at the screen, his eyes unable to leave Liu’s cock.
“Yeehyeon, show me your lower half.”
[N… no… sob….]
As Yeehyeon threw his chin back with a moan, the phone tilted, and he disappeared from view before reappearing. Liu was getting impatient.
“We’re having sex right now, aren’t we? I’ve shown you everything like this.”
[…]
Yeehyeon turned his head a little more to look at the screen. It seemed he had the phone propped on his left knee, and the face visible on screen was almost in profile. It was an angle only possible if his legs were spread quite wide.
Yeehyeon’s face, looking at him through the lens, was flushed red. His cheeks, his lips, the peek of his tongue—everything looked so moist and hot it made Liu want to dive into the screen.
“Show me.”
[…]
His voice was a pleading entreaty, filled with desperation.
The screen shook violently, like a video shot in a hurry by a complete amateur. And the next moment, at the scene that filled the screen, Liu had to curse and clutch the base of his penis. His torso shot up on its own.
As if he couldn’t bear to reveal himself completely, the lens, tilted down from above, was filming between Yeehyeon’s legs.
With his knees bent and spread wide, his upper body leaning against a large pillow and his hips pushed down, Yeehyeon had his arm wrapped around from the outside of his thigh and his middle finger inside his anus.
A moist sheen glistened on his black pubic hair, a stark contrast to his clean, white skin. His smooth lower abdomen swelled and deflated repeatedly, and his flushed penis, revealed between the parted shirt, gave off an even more clandestine impression. Because of his half-reclining posture, his erect penis was pressed against his lower belly. The screen was filming just that: his spread crotch and his cock.
[Hh… heuk, hh….]
Yeehyeon’s strained moans overlapped with the screen, and Liu’s pulse quickened, growing rough. The penis in his grip throbbed, spilling more precum.
“Can you… show me more clearly?”
His dry, cracked voice trembled faintly as he suppressed his passion.
He knew the sensation Yeehyeon’s finger must be exploring. The winding path of the membrane, slick and clinging, full of wet fluid. He was jealous of Yeehyeon’s finger. He wanted to see more clearly.
“Yeeehyeonnn….”
He brought the phone that had been filming his cock up to his face, urging and pleading. He couldn’t see Yeehyeon’s face, but his quickening moans made Liu even more frantic.
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