ATGRA 83

Even in this situation, Moon Yeonghwa was distracted by Jung Pureum’s right shoulder. It seemed that groping it over his clothes wasn’t enough.

As the lukewarm body heat touched his bare skin, Jung Pureum stealthily raised his hands again.

His body was already getting hot and he wanted to touch something, anything, but Moon Yeonghwa, with an attitude of ‘Today, I am the rut cycle chef!’, restrained Jung Pureum’s movements.

“Can’t I just, you know, touch here and there?”

“No. What if your shoulder suddenly starts hurting.”

“It doesn’t hurt out of the water…”

At his words that it didn’t hurt, Moon Yeonghwa’s hand tightened. Though not as strong as an athlete, when his right shoulder was pressed down with the grip strength of an average man, Jung Pureum’s body flinched.

“What do you mean it doesn’t hurt? It seems like it does.”

Anyone would feel pain if pressed with that much force. Jung Pureum felt a little wronged, but he just kept his mouth shut.

In any case, Moon Yeonghwa wouldn’t be able to go all the way by himself. He had never told Moon Yeonghwa directly, but his motor skills were not very good.

Sex, when you get down to it, is an exercise in bed, and it would be quite difficult for Moon Yeonghwa to move on his own without any help from Jung Pureum. It would be a relief if he didn’t hurt himself by overdoing it.

That’s why Jung Pureum didn’t stop Moon Yeonghwa, who was kneading his shoulder with a serious face.

Even if he offered to help, it was obvious that Moon Yeonghwa would get angry, asking if he didn’t trust him. It was better for him to experience for himself that he couldn’t do it alone.

The usual Jung Pureum would have patiently waited for Moon Yeonghwa. However, right now, Jung Pureum had no leeway. Just because he was rational didn’t mean he wouldn’t get an erection.

Moon Yeonghwa now stopped touching Jung Pureum’s shoulder and groped his well-defined abdomen instead. Every time Jung Pureum raised his hands, he would deftly slap them away, showing that even if he lacked motor skills, his reflexes were good.

“Ahem, I told you to stay still.”

“Hyung…”

“This won’t do. I’ll just have to tie you up.”

Jung Pureum raised his head at the words, ‘I’ll just have to tie you up.’ As if unaware that bondage was a paraphilia, Moon Yeonghwa began to roughly rummage through the nightstand next to the bed.

Inside the open drawer, a well-kept dildo, an almost unused gel, and a condom that didn’t fit Jung Pureum’s size were briefly visible. It seemed to be a sanitary condom meant to be fitted over the dildo.

He had visited Moon Yeonghwa’s house many times, but this was the first time Jung Pureum knew that he kept such things in his nightstand drawer. After all, no matter how close they were, you couldn’t just open someone else’s bedroom drawer.

Did that mean whenever his heat cycle came, he would spend days locked in his room, taking care of it by himself? Jung Pureum could easily imagine Moon Yeonghwa spreading his own legs and thrusting a dildo into himself.

To think that the lewd fantasies he’d had since his high school days weren’t delusions but facts. He couldn’t help but swallow dryly. If Moon Yeonghwa wouldn’t be horrified, maybe he could even try begging him to show him masturbating just once…

“What, I haven’t even touched you down there, why are you so excited?”

“…”

“You were thinking something strange, weren’t you… This really won’t do. Hand!”

As if training a pet dog, Moon Yeonghwa held out his palm to Jung Pureum. As if bewitched, Jung Pureum placed his hand right on top of Moon Yeonghwa’s palm.

Since there was no suitable tie for binding, Moon Yeonghwa tied Jung Pureum’s wrists with a thin handkerchief. Because they were tied in front, it looked like he could untie them anytime he wanted.

The knot was plausible, but he could regain his freedom just by twisting his left hand slightly. Trapped between Moon Yeonghwa and the bed, Jung Pureum just blinked his eyes slowly. …Should I just pretend to lose my mind and pounce on him like this?

However, if he pounced just because he was horny, he felt like he would never again see Moon Yeonghwa unbuckling his pants with excitement. Jung Pureum slowly evened out his breathing. Ah, I am a person, not a beast. For now, I’m a person…

While Jung Pureum awkwardly maintained his clumsily tied hands, Moon Yeonghwa was very seriously pulling down Jung Pureum’s briefs.

He’d thought the erection was obvious over the clothes, and sure enough, a rigidly erect penis popped out with a thump. Moon Yeonghwa, who was momentarily hit in the face by the popping penis, looked dazed as he gripped the shaft and slowly rubbed it as if masturbating.

“Ugh…”

A pathetic groan escaped from Jung Pureum. His hips lifted slightly and his body tensed up visibly.

He had always been so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t noticed, but Jung Pureum’s face, when looked down upon from above, was a magnificent sight. With the corners of his eyes flushed red, Jung Pureum stared at Moon Yeonghwa as if pleading.

“Hyung… don’t just touch it like that…”

A plea to let him put it in quickly followed. It was obvious just by looking that he was desperate. It felt like he was about to develop a bad taste he was never meant to have. Moon Yeonghwa stealthily lowered his gaze to avoid showing that he was turned on.

“You, stop trying to untie your hands.”

“It’s just, ugh, if you hold it and stroke it like that… ah, ugh… this, it’s a bit uncomfortable…”

Every time Jung Pureum slightly twisted his wrists, Moon Yeonghwa, who detected the movement like a ghost, raised his head again. In the end, Jung Pureum couldn’t do anything but tremble, his eyelids fluttering.

Moon Yeonghwa, not content with just holding and stroking another man’s penis, eventually took it into his mouth. When his tongue touched the head, Jung Pureum raised his upper body halfway using only his core strength.

However, Moon Yeonghwa’s world of curiosity was faster than Jung Pureum’s attempt to stop him.

“Th-that hurts if you use your teeth like that…”

Moon Yeonghwa thought that Jung Pureum, who was too flustered to do anything, was extremely hot. He had only ever seen him in a state that completely captivated his soul, but seeing him squirm like this, begging to be let inside, made him feel a heavy sensation deep in his lower abdomen.

Is this why people date younger guys?

Moon Yeonghwa’s social decency, which had held on for so long, declared it was running away from home. Moon Yeonghwa took Jung Pureum’s penis, which was a bit too much for his mouth, halfway in.

When he licked the shaft and then gently used his teeth, Jung Pureum’s body would stiffen with tension and excitement. His well-defined muscles, befitting an athlete, would instantly take shape and then relax, over and over.

As he started to suck on the penis as if it were a lollipop, Jung Pureum raised his bound hands to cover his face. While it was the first time in Moon Yeonghwa’s life that he had sucked someone’s penis, it was also the first time for Jung Pureum to have his penis sucked.

He didn’t even push it to the back of his throat, but the narrow space in his mouth created a pressure similar to insertion. While he was taking the penis in his mouth and sucking, Moon Yeonghwa, influenced by Jung Pureum’s pheromones, also lost control and started to leak his own pheromones.

To think he got wet from sucking the penis of his prospective lover who was eight years younger. And he couldn’t To think he got wet from sucking the penis of his prospective lover who was eight years younger. And he couldn’t even take it all in. Moon Yeonghwa, trying his best to act nonchalant, stealthily raised his eyes to check on Jung Pureum’s condition.

Jung Pureum was panting, his face completely flushed. It seemed that Moon Yeonghwa, who was only taking him halfway in and gnawing at him, was actually making him even more desperate.

If he reached out and grabbed the back of his head right now, he could push it in a little further. The desire to be rough and the reason that Moon Yeonghwa shouldn’t get hurt were waging a war inside Jung Pureum’s head.

Unaware of Jung Pureum’s state, Moon Yeonghwa complained that his jaw hurt and clumsily sucked on just the tip.

“Hyung, stop…”

“Why? Is it not good?”

“Don’t, ugh, talk with it in your mouth.”

In the end, Jung Pureum disobeyed Moon Yeonghwa’s order not to untie his hands and pulled his left hand free. The small handkerchief immediately fluttered down and fell to the floor below the bed.

He had reached out his hand to avoid cumming in his mouth or on his face due to the rising urge to ejaculate, but Jung Pureum found himself unconsciously cupping the back of Moon Yeonghwa’s head. It was an instinctive action.

Unlike his own curly hair, the fine straight hair got tangled between his fingers. When he pulled with a little force, the penis that couldn’t even go in halfway went in deep enough to touch the back of his throat.

Moon Yeonghwa, who was suddenly forced to swallow the penis, started to choke. As if he had choked on something while eating, physiological tears welled up in his eyes. He tried to pull his head back, but the hand pressing down was so strong that he couldn’t do anything.

“…Don’t swallow it.”

To cum not on his face, but in his mouth. The moment Moon Yeonghwa heard those words, he realized that Jung Pureum was in a state of rut.

“Ugh, it’s bitter…”

The semen, half-swallowed and half-spat out, dirtied his hand and the bedsheet. Without giving Moon Yeonghwa a chance to ask why he had untied his hands, Jung Pureum pulled on Moon Yeonghwa’s arm.

Moon Yeonghwa was still on top of Jung Pureum, but the control had already been completely handed over.

“I want to put it in quickly…”

In his whining tone, like a child throwing a tantrum, there was none of his usual ocean-like patience.

For a brief moment, Moon Yeonghwa felt a sense of crisis. It was because Jung Pureum’s penis, which had just ejaculated, was menacingly erect again. It was as if the concept of reloading didn’t exist for him.

There was a limit to how much he could stop Jung Pureum’s hand as it pulled down his clothes. Even when he said he would undress himself, it seemed Jung Pureum couldn’t see anything anymore. Without even taking off all his clothes, the hand that grabbed his bottom and spread it open was much rougher than usual.

“You’re wet.”

“I’ll, ugh, ah… I’ll, prepare myself, so…”

“I do want to see you prepare yourself, hyung… but that would take a long time again.”

“Ugh, huh…”

Instead of leisurely increasing the number of fingers one by one as usual, two thick fingers forcefully pushed and dug inside at once.

No matter how wet he was, Moon Yeonghwa’s shoulders trembled at the sensation of having his insides stirred up by the rapidly increasing number of fingers. Jung Pureum pulled Moon Yeonghwa’s trembling shoulders into an embrace.

To think he got wet from sucking the penis of his prospective lover who was eight years younger. And he couldn’t even take it all in. Moon Yeonghwa, trying his best to act nonchalant, stealthily raised his eyes to check on Jung Pureum’s condition.

Jung Pureum was panting, his face completely flushed. It seemed that Moon Yeonghwa, who was only taking him halfway in and gnawing at him, was actually making him even more desperate.

If he reached out and grabbed the back of his head right now, he could push it in a little further. The desire to be rough and the reason that Moon Yeonghwa shouldn’t get hurt were waging a war inside Jung Pureum’s head.

Unaware of Jung Pureum’s state, Moon Yeonghwa complained that his jaw hurt and clumsily sucked on just the tip.

“Hyung, stop…”

“Why? Is it not good?”

“Don’t, ugh, talk with it in your mouth.”

In the end, Jung Pureum disobeyed Moon Yeonghwa’s order not to untie his hands and pulled his left hand free. The small handkerchief immediately fluttered down and fell to the floor below the bed.

He had reached out his hand to avoid cumming in his mouth or on his face due to the rising urge to ejaculate, but Jung Pureum found himself unconsciously cupping the back of Moon Yeonghwa’s head. It was an instinctive action.

Unlike his own curly hair, the fine straight hair got tangled between his fingers. When he pulled with a little force, the penis that couldn’t even go in halfway went in deep enough to touch the back of his throat.

Moon Yeonghwa, who was suddenly forced to swallow the penis, started to choke. As if he had choked on something while eating, physiological tears welled up in his eyes. He tried to pull his head back, but the hand pressing down was so strong that he couldn’t do anything.

“…Don’t swallow it.”

To cum not on his face, but in his mouth. The moment Moon Yeonghwa heard those words, he realized that Jung Pureum was in a state of rut.

“Ugh, it’s bitter…”

The semen, half-swallowed and half-spat out, dirtied his hand and the bedsheet. Without giving Moon Yeonghwa a chance to ask why he had untied his hands, Jung Pureum pulled on Moon Yeonghwa’s arm.

Moon Yeonghwa was still on top of Jung Pureum, but the control had already been completely handed over.

“I want to put it in quickly…”

In his whining tone, like a child throwing a tantrum, there was none of his usual ocean-like patience.

For a brief moment, Moon Yeonghwa felt a sense of crisis. It was because Jung Pureum’s penis, which had just ejaculated, was menacingly erect again. It was as if the concept of reloading didn’t exist for him.

There was a limit to how much he could stop Jung Pureum’s hand as it pulled down his clothes. Even when he said he would undress himself, it seemed Jung Pureum couldn’t see anything anymore. Without even taking off all his clothes, the hand that grabbed his bottom and spread it open was much rougher than usual.

“You’re wet.”

“I’ll, ugh, ah… I’ll, prepare myself, so…”

“I do want to see you prepare yourself, hyung… but that would take a long time again.”

“Ugh, huh…”

Instead of leisurely increasing the number of fingers one by one as usual, two thick fingers forcefully pushed and dug inside at once.

No matter how wet he was, Moon Yeonghwa’s shoulders trembled at the sensation of having his insides stirred up by the rapidly increasing number of fingers. Jung Pureum pulled Moon Yeonghwa’s trembling shoulders into an embrace.