LM 51

“I told you to always keep your legs open.”

“…You sounded like an old man just now.”

“An old man?”

He chuckled and slipped his hand into Kwon Siyul’s pants. As the large hand wriggled inside the fabric, Kwon Siyul’s earlobes and eyes quickly turned bright red. His toes, which had been hovering just above the carpet, curled inward.

“Not ‘hyung’?”

“Right now…Ugh.”

Woo Hyunse whispered in his ear, clutching his engorged lower body to him. He grasped the shaft and scrotum in one hand. He pulled the foreskin up, then back down, and rubbed the crimson head’s center with his thumb in a flickering-like motion.

His skill was so exquisite that it only took a few strokes for the flesh to harden completely. His other hand delved inside his shirt, crawling up toward the other man’s chest, finally reaching a nipple. He pressed down hard, then tugged, pulling Kwon Siyul’s chest forward.

The sound of flesh jiggling sounded very lewd even to his ears. He probed his inner ear with his wet tongue and twisted and squeezed his reddened nipple with his fingers. The hand gripping below relentlessly turned Kwon Siyul on. He’d never felt such a strong urge to ejaculate so quickly, but since meeting Woo Hyunse, he’d been setting new records every time they did this.

“Ah, wait…Ugh, slowly…Hiss.”

“How was your day today?”

Always at times like this, his lower body was ripe, ready to burst. Kwon Siyul’s hips bucked. His buttocks clenched, and without even realizing it, his waist followed Woo Hyunse’s hand.

“Just work, and…Ugh. Hye-na, she has the flu…Piano, someone else is…Ah.”

When his answer wasn’t satisfactory, Woo Hyunse bit his neck painfully. Jagged teeth marks were left behind. As if giving medicine after inflicting pain, he slowly licked upward with his tongue. Despite the stinging pain, his lower body didn’t wilt, not in the slightest. Rather, it seemed to accept the pain as pleasure, growing even more excited.

“And?”

The pace of his stroking slowed down. He had asked him to go slow, but now that his touch was lazy, he felt frustrated and impatient. Kwon Siyul groaned, rubbing his forehead against Woo Hyunse’s arm. He tried to grind his lower body against the hand that had stopped moving, but the grip had loosened, leaving him thrusting into empty air.

There were so many ways to drive a person crazy. Kwon Siyul pouted and looked back at Woo Hyunse resentfully. If you start a fire, you should put it out, shouldn’t you? How could he fill his shaft with semen and then abandon him at the end, letting his hand go limp like that?

“Why?”

Woo Hyunse wore an innocent expression on his face, as if he didn’t know exactly what he was feeling. Just looking at his face, you wouldn’t think he was the kind of person who would sit a boy on his lap and tease him relentlessly with his hands, mouth, and tongue, and then stop.

Kwon Siyul was the one who was desperate. He fretted and groaned, then abruptly pressed his lips forward. Woo Hyunse’s cheek turned away. After that, his lips came down over his, pecking it.

“Hurry…Hyung.”

At the word “hyung,” the hand that had been sliding down to his thigh returned inside his clothes. It wrapped around his flesh like a vine, pulling and tugging vigorously. Kwon Siyul’s head fell backward. A slick tongue slipped into his lips, which he had parted earlier so that he could exhale. Wet, smacking sounds erupted from above and below. Woo Hyunse swallowed Kwon Siyul’s moans like they were air.

“Heu, ha-eup…!”

Kwon Siyul twisted his waist around. He gripped Woo Hyunse’s wrist tightly, his bitten lower lip trembling. Semen dripped from the cock that had already poked out over his waistband. Blocked by Woo Hyunse’s palm, it couldn’t rise any further and instead dotted his pants.

Like someone who had just run a marathon, Kwon Siyul gasped for breath. His body felt languid, and his eyes closed on their own. He suddenly was aware of a scent other than the chestnut blossom smell of his own semen. Something deeper, something richer…

Huh, he thought, opening his eyes, but the scent had vanished as if it had never been there before. Kwon Siyul looked back at Woo Hyunse, chasing the vanishing scent. Woo Hyunse, who had been pressing kisses to Kwon Siyul’s ear and hair, raised his head.

“Didn’t you smell something strange just now? Like a fragrance…”

“Really? I didn’t smell anything.”

Did only he smell it? It had dissipated so quickly that he couldn’t even tell what it resembled. Kwon Siyul was puzzled, but then a finger sticky with semen trailed down his scrotum and lower body. He’d been sitting on the other man’s thigh, which had been bulging for some time, but he’d been so focused on his own pleasure that he’d forgotten about it.

“Keep talking.”

His fingertip touched his entrance. It felt wet and ticklish. Like a bird burying its head in its wing, Kwon Siyul twisted his head. He tried to close his legs, but he stopped himself, afraid of being hit again.

Woo Hyunse had particularly bad manners in bed.. If he didn’t like something, he would smack a fleshy spot, whether it was his butt or the inside of his thigh, with a loud smack. Every time, it was painful but good, scary but thrilling all at once.

“And…Ugh.”

How was he supposed to talk when he was inserting his fingers like that? They went inside, then slipped out, wetting his inner walls, and when they came back in, they stirred familiar places. Every time he opened his mouth, a moan came out first, and Kwon Siyul could only groan, resting his forehead on Woo Hyunse’s arm.

As if to torment him until he spoke, two fingers went deep inside and played with him. When his fingers parted his inner flesh when they rubbed the spot that sent electric currents through his head with just a mere touch, he couldn’t remember anything he’d done today, and he just felt faint. Then his thoughts turned to Woo Taeju. Woo Taeju, who had just thrown a small bomb into his otherwise repetitive day.

Should he tell him he’d been confessed to? He wondered how Woo Hyunse would react to such a thing. Would he get angry, or would he brush it off as nothing?

“I’d like to share that the new guy who came in this time—”

Just as he was about to say Woo Taeju’s name, Kwon Siyul’s words were cut short by a ringtone. It turned out to be Woo Hyunse’s phone. It rang loudly from inside his coat, but Woo Hyunse didn’t stop his movements.

“Shouldn’t you, ugh, answer the phone…”

“Later.”

He couldn’t even get the “con” out of the word “confessed.” The phone rang for a long time. It stopped, then rang again. It must be something very urgent. Kwon Siyul glanced at the coat, but his chin was grabbed and his head was turned. A rough kiss followed as if to punish him. His tongue was sucked so hard that his teeth ached, and even after their lips parted, the tip of his tongue stuck out.

But when the phone rang for the fourth time after a brief pause, Woo Hyunse cursed under his breath and let go of Kwon Siyul. He gently placed him on the sofa, took the phone out of his coat, checked the name, and answered the call. His voice was thick with annoyance as he replied, “What?” His brow had been furrowed since the moment he had put Kwon Siyul down.

“Are you crazy?”

He could hear mumbling from the other end of the line, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. It seemed that the sensual atmosphere had dissipated, so Kwon Siyul straightened his disheveled clothes. He pulled the shorts that had been exposing his plump buttocks down to his thighs and pulled down the hem of his shirt that had been hanging precariously over his nipples. He quickly wiped his wet ears and the semen from his pants with a tissue paper.

While he was tidying up, the call seemed to be coming to an end. Woo Hyunse, who had been mixing curses into his conversation as if he and the person on the other line were very close, said, “Okay, I got it,” and hung up.

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Is it work?”

“No. Some guy I know is whining for me to buy him drinks. He says he’ll break into my house if I don’t.”

Of all times. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t disappointed. But he didn’t think he should grab his sleeve and stop him from leaving, so he put on a smiling face.

“Then go and come back. Don’t drink too much. You’ll call a driver, right?”

At the word “driver,” Woo Hyunse’s furrowed brow relaxed slightly. The lips that had been originally showing his discomfort also loosened and turned upward.

“Want to come with me?”

As if he was still worried about leaving Kwon Siyul alone at home, Woo Hyunse made this offer. Kwon Siyul shook his head. Whether it was because he had just ejaculated, or because the fever that had briefly disappeared was returning, his body felt heavy. If he drank alcohol in this condition, he would inevitably get sick, so it was much better for him to stay at home.

“No. I’ll rest at home.”

“I’ll finish as quickly as possible.”

Woo Hyunse kissed Kwon Siyul’s cheek and picked up his coat again. As if he really didn’t want to go, he kept looking back at Kwon Siyul even as he put on his shoes in the entryway. Seeing Kwon Siyul waving, he sighed helplessly and stole another kiss from Kwon Siyul’s lips.

“Go to sleep.”

That meant he might be out late. Kwon Siyul hid his disappointment and forced out a smile. He let go of the coat he had been secretly holding onto and saw Woo Hyunse off.

The door closed, and Kwon Siyul returned to the sofa and flopped down. It seemed that Woo Hyunse’s scent was embedded in the sofa. He pulled a cushion close and buried his face in it, sniffing deeply. He wanted to feel Woo Hyunse’s presence again, even like this.

“…Huh.”

Kwon Siyul paused and lifted his head. The scent that didn’t belong to Woo Hyunse, the one that only he had smelled a moment ago, brushed his nose once more. He pulled the cushion closer again and smelled it again, but the scent had vanished like a mirage.

“What is it?”

Anyone would think he was going through his differentiation. If Kwon Yuwon knew, he would grab his ear and drag him to the hospital right away.

Kwon Siyul gave up trying to find the scent and flipped over. He was going to wait in the living room until Woo Hyunse came back again. He lay down in a comfortable position and put his wrist to his forehead, but the skin that touched him was warm.

Well, after playing like that, there was no way he wouldn’t be feverish. It was all Woo Hyunse’s fault. Kwon Siyul smiled weakly at that thought.