RB 67

“Chairman, ah! Hmm, nngh!”

Moans spilled out of Eunho’s mouth. He bit his lips, but they leaked through his teeth and nose, and he couldn’t hide it. On top of that, the sight of the hand stroking his sex was nothing but obscene.

Every time his skin scraped against the oiled palm, a sticky noise resounded. It was a lewd friction sound that tickled his ears and heated his body.

When Yeorok wrapped his hand around Eunho’s sex, his hips. His sex was soaked so much that it was hard to tell what was the oil and what was precum.

“Chairman, ngh, stop….”

“Stop? When you like it this much?”

“My body feels, ngh… strange.”

His slick body reacted more sensitively than usual. Yeorok’s touch also moved without hesitation, helped by the oil. With masterful control of speed, stroking and wrapping his sex, Eunho melted without a way to resist.

The fact that he alone was naked, with his legs spread, made it harder for Eunho. He clearly felt shame, but his body trembled with arousal. His body out of control embarrassed him.

As the excessive pleasure repeated, Eunho’s face grew redder. The pale soft flesh of his inner thighs trembled every time his sex was stroked. But he kept his legs spread faithfully and received Yeorok’s hand without resistance.

That obedient and foolish look couldn’t escape Yeorok’s eyes. He etched Eunho’s excitement into himself. His flushed face, his reddened eyes, his lips busy with hot breaths, all of Sim Eunho melting in his hand didn’t look bad at all.

Yeorok slid his free hand into his own pants. His heavy sex was pulled out and pressed against Eunho’s. The fact that he felt desire for Sim Eunho even when sober was nothing but ridiculous.

“Even this… gets familiar once you do it enough.”

Yeorok dismissed his arousal as a mere bodily reaction. He told himself it was nothing but a natural outcome when they kissed and got swept up in the mood.

He had only planned to touch a little and stop, but at some point he joined in actively. Sex was always sudden. Since the stage was already set, there was no reason to hold back.

Yeorok’s left hand wrapped around the two sexes and pumped. The sensation of the sensitive cocks rubbing against each other made his tongue curl. Even though saliva came out this much, his thirst wasn’t quenched.

Their lips met without knowing who started it. The moans Eunho spilled were eaten up by Yeorok. His back was drenched in sweat and his head blurred as if fog filled it.

Eunho barely lifted his head. He panted wetly and glanced down.

“Chai-Chairman, ngh, your clothes… the oil will stain.”

Even in this moment he worried about clothes. Yeorok lowered his eyes too. Every time he touched Eunho’s body covered in oil, the hem of his T-shirt got dirtier.

“True, it is bothersome.”

He could throw it away, but if he kept wearing it Sim Eunho would keep worrying about the wrong thing. Yeorok pulled Eunho’s hand over and passed him his sex.

“Stroke it.”

Eunho, given the order, held it and moved awkwardly. In that time Yeorok crossed his arms and peeled off the thin T-shirt.

His smooth torso with no fat was revealed. His square shoulders, solid chest, and slender waistline formed perfect proportions.

When he wore a suit, Choi Yeorok looked very sturdy. He had sharp and steep lines. Even in a T-shirt he had graceful style. But once half-naked he was nothing but obscene. Maybe he looked more provocative because he was a man who didn’t strip easily.

Eunho’s eyes followed his body as if enchanted. His straight collarbone, his skin damp with a bit of sweat, his small nipples, the smooth curves of his muscles. Even the groin that connected below his navel couldn’t be ignored.

On top of that, the fact that his own hand was holding his sex felt unreal. The fact that he was doing lewd things with Choi Yeorok hit him and made his head spin.

“I never told you to stop your hand.”

Eunho reflexively raised his head. The instant he met Yeorok’s face directly, his sex tightened as if it was about to explode. He felt he was about to reach climax.

“…hmm!”

His semen spurted out suddenly. Yeorok looked down at Eunho with a dumbfounded gaze.

“What button did that press for you?”

“Haa, ngh, s, sorry….”

Eunho could barely answer. He was lost in the peak of climax.

Yeorok tossed the stripped T-shirt onto the floor. He leaned his torso in and held Eunho’s thigh softly with his empty hand.

“I know. Sim Eunho, you lose your mind over my face.”

His damp breath tickled Eunho’s ear, and Eunho gasped. Usually after release he should have felt limp, but right now the intense climax kept going without letting up.

He had no room to pay attention to Yeorok’s words. All he could do was pant like a man about to faint.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hngh, yes. Yes.”

“I know you’re out of it… but you still have to do what you should.”

Yeorok corrected Eunho’s grip. The white hand looked too weak to hold even Yeorok’s alone. He pulled Eunho’s other hand too and made him wrap both hands around.

“You may be finished, but I still have a long way to go.”

In that state Yeorok rocked his hips slowly. Each thrust into his groin made his sex move in rhythm inside Eunho’s grip.

“Hold tight.”

His sex heavy with oil slapped up against Eunho’s palms.

“……”

Eunho stared at it with half-focused eyes. The posture and the movement were no different from penetration. Just watching Yeorok use his hands to masturbate boiled Eunho’s lower belly again.

Yeorok’s cock slid up along his palms. When the dark red tip poked Eunho’s navel, Eunho’s back shot straight up reflexively.

“Your hand is losing strength.”

The correction came the moment Eunho got distracted. He flinched and quickly tightened his fingers.

“Haa, sorry, sorry.”

He apologized with his mouth, but his eyes wouldn’t leave Yeorok’s cock. The slow thrusting was too raw and even shocking.

Maybe it was because the man was Choi Yeorok, but his masturbation looked filthier than any sex video Eunho had seen.

Even as time passed Eunho never came to his senses. Yeorok stretched his arm and gripped his plump butt. He pulled, and Eunho’s whole body, sitting on the oily tabletop, slid forward.

The instant Eunho’s startled face turned toward him, their lips met.

“Mmph, ngh.”

Their tongues tangled, and Eunho’s moans spilled out. He had no chance to calm himself, he was too busy taking the tongue in.

Even in this state his two hands faithfully held Yeorok’s penis. The thrusts in his palms felt ticklish and lewd, and Eunho’s shoulders shook again and again.

Yeorok watched him with half-lidded eyes. His trembling eyes shone red all over. The gentle Sim Eunho soaking in excessive stimulation didn’t look bad at all.

Maybe because of that, his own sex stood harder than usual. Whether it was morning, or the slippery feel, the stimulation piled up fast, and he felt he would soon climax.

Yeorok grabbed Eunho’s hips and pumped. As the pace quickened Eunho kept losing hold, and Yeorok’s cock slipped from his palms and jabbed his lower belly and groin again and again. Even that friction had its own kick.

A moment later, Yeorok’s slipped completely free and fucked Eunho’s penis. Eunho’s sex, which had softened after release, couldn’t endure the repeated teasing and began to rise again.

Eunho wrapped both arms tight around Yeorok’s shoulders. Their lips rubbed together between their tilted faces. The way he wrapped his arms around him, driven by overwhelming pleasure, looked almost pitiful.

What they did was no different from sex. The sound of sexes humping and the sound of wet lips mixed together and tickled their ears.

Yeorok sucked at the wet tongue like a hungry man and then slowly moved his hand. It flowed smoothly down his slick thighs, reached his groin, and wrapped around Eunho’s sex.

Eunho’s groin, soaked with olive oil, slipped at the slightest touch. When Yeorok rolled his swollen sac in his hand, Eunho’s tongue trembled inside his mouth. The faint trembling spread through his whole body.

Yeorok watched Eunho’s state calmly and slid his finger. His middle finger caressed the oiled perineum and moved lower.

The narrow cleft was the spot with the most oil. It was burning hot and damp. Just like Sim Eunho’s mouth.

When his smooth fingertip brushed the wrinkled hole, Eunho immediately thrusted his hips up. His teeth clenched reflexively. Because of that, Yeorok’s lips were bitten by Eunho’s front teeth.

“……”

His lip throbbed with a real bite mark. The pain wrinkled his face, but he couldn’t blame him.

Eunho’s state was clearly not ordinary.