Semantic Error - Chapter 11.05
“Wait a second.”
Sangwoo held Jaeyoung’s hand tightly.
“Why, I’m busy here,” Jaeyoung replied with an annoyed voice.
“I… Have something important to tell you.”
“You keep making me unable to, though.”
Jaeyoung’s upper body hunched down again. He busily moved his hands, covering the noisy mouth with his own lips. He unzipped Sangwoo’s pants and impatiently pulled them down. His eyes were closed, but with the touch of his hands, he could feel that he was wearing cotton boxer shorts. When Jaeyoung probed through the center, which he had never touched until this point, Sangwoo bit Jaeyoung’s lips hard.
The sweet face, the dreamy pair of eyes, the trembling voice, and the rough kisses he hadn’t experienced up until this point became clear to him.
Like Jaeyoung’s member inside his pants, Sangwoo’s was also hard and aching, as if demanding to poke somewhere. He had no mind to caress it softly. When he grabbed onto the already wet fabric, Sangwoo’s body stiffened and he let out a groan.
“How did this happen, Sangwoo?”
“Topical stimulation… (blah blah blah)… on the corpus cavernosum of the penis… (blah blah blah)… the increased blood flow…”
Regardless of whether he listened or not, he made a noise as he sat down. Sangwoo hadn’t tried to resist him much so far, but when Jaeyoung tried to target his package, he desperately began to struggle to protect his groin. Jaeyoung had to kick, push, and remove his hand.
“Uh… you can’t…”
“What do you mean by ‘can’t’?”
‘If I could do what I wanted, I’d want to turn you upside down and ram into you. But I’m being considerate to you since you could get hurt in this small car.’
Jaeyoung grabbed Sangwoo’s wrist and looked into his eyes. His half-opened, drowsy eyes shot a look that told him it was painful. So Jaeyoung, who was watching him, was also in pain.
‘Fuck, been holding it in for too long.’
It had been a long time since he had gotten a stomachache from just sending a signal to release it, yet not touch it. Jaeyoung unbuckled and pulled down his pants. The briefs that were closely attached to his body were in a bad condition. How much fluid had leaked to drench the front so much?
He pulled down both of their underwear in one go and then stuck to Sangwoo. Their lower bodies as well as their upper bodies were attached to each other, and the two pillars were held by one hand. Sangwoo flinched and gripped Jaeyoung’s hand.
“If it’s that, then I’ll go home and… take care of it by myself.”
“But it’s an opportunity to do it while looking at my face?”
“Anyway, I always… do it that way.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t want to te… Ah, Oh!”
Jaeyoung began to press up and down by forcibly gripping the two poles that couldn’t be held in one hand. He wanted to do it while watching his face, but he collapsed because of the strong stimulation. Jaeyoung gasped with his forehead against the back of the seat.
He buried his face in the nape of Sangwoo’s neck and began to move his hands again. Even if his sight was blocked by him closing his eyes, his senses remained alert. The rough breath hitting his ears, the impatient fingers digging into his back, the olfactory-stimulating scent with the smell of sweat, and the hot skin that touched his body, made him excited all the way to the top of his head.
“Ah, ah… Sang…woo.”
The hand motions gradually became rougher and faster. He knew himself and his own body well. However, he had never tried stimulating two at the same time.
“Chu Sangwoo, uh… what are… you doing?”
It didn’t matter. His length had become sensitive enough to respond to even the clumsiest of hands. Their respective dicks rubbed up against each other and leaked so much liquid that his hands became all wet. Jaeyoung’s arm had slowly begun to hurt, but he increased his pace nonetheless.
“What are we… doing right now?”
Sangwoo was quiet, shaking his hips as he complained. Jaeyoung wanted to hear his voice. So he kept talking to him.
He couldn’t win against the pleasure that was dominating his head, so he pressed himself completely against Sangwoo. His fingers became increasingly nimble. One of Sangwoo’s arms wrapped tightly around Jaeyoung’s neck in a stranglehold. The other hand descended to cover Jaeyoung’s neck, adding force. Jaeyoung turned his head and rubbed his lips on Sangwoo’s neck.
“Who… am I?”
Drunk by the stimulation that caused his mind to blank, he barely managed to raise his upper body and put his chin on Sangwoo’s chest. Sangwoo had lines forming on his chin from closing his mouth so tightly. He took one free hand and forced open the closed mouth.
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