Midday Guest Chapter 31

Slurp, slu-rrp. The sound of him licking his chest echoed vividly. Yiwon reached out and ran his hands through his hair. The sensation of the soft-textured hair tickling his chest made his body heave of its own accord.

“…Hng-eut!”

The tip of the tongue lightly brushed against a nipple. Just that slight touch sent a jolt through him, making his toes curl. A numbing vibration, like nothing he’d ever felt before, pulsed from deep inside his waist, while at the same time, a giant bell seemed to clang inside his head.

Twisting his head, Cha Seokjoo gently licked the skin around the nipple. Then, he gathered the surrounding flesh together, took it into his mouth, and sucked hard.

Cha Seokjoo, who had been reckless even when they were kissing, pounced like someone who had completely lost his mind. He sucked with his mouth, rubbed with his tongue, and when saliva dripped down, he wiped it away with his palm before putting it back in his mouth and rolling it around.

“Hneu, eut… hup.”

Flustered, Yiwon gripped Cha Seokjoo’s shoulders tight. It was his chest being sucked, but strangely, the area below his waist kept getting ticklish. As his body bucked, he felt something massive between his groin and thighs; he bit his lip hard and shook his head.

“Ah, stop, stop please.”

“Why? Does it not feel good?”

“It’s not that…”

“Then what is it.”

“It’s too, too fast.”

Cha Seokjoo spoke as he squeezed both nipples tight and shook them.

“What do you mean fast? Can’t you see I’m sucking them with such care?”

“That’s why, I mean, it’s fast….”

“Get used to it. I’m already pacing myself slowly for you.”

A thumb mischievously pressed down hard on a nipple. The crushed nipple, like a face flushed red, popped back out with a “thwack,” trembled, and then vanished beneath the hem of his shirt.

“Ha-eu, eut….”

“Did you forget I told you to keep the shirt in your mouth?”

“…Ah.”

“If you can’t do it, just take it off. It’s getting in the way.”

Yiwon started to fold one arm to take the shirt off, but then looked up at Cha Seokjoo. He seemed just as breathless and urgent. He could just take the clothes off, but… a single shred of reason he couldn’t quite sever made Yiwon hesitate.

“Are you really going to do it outside?”

“Are you not going to focus?”

“This isn’t exactly a situation for focusing.”

“Usually, when you go crazy for a fuck, you don’t care about the situation or anything else.”

“The room is right next to us….”

As Yiwon looked at Cha Seokjoo with a bright red face, the man tilted his head and laughed.

“That’s why—I don’t have the composure to move even that short distance right now.”

“Hneu, eut. But still….”

Cha Seokjoo stroked Yiwon’s exposed flank as if tickling him. Yiwon twisted his body and let out a troubled sound. When he looked up at Cha Seokjoo while biting his lip hard, a stinging gaze poured down on him.

“Then will you be a good boy and get fucked once we go inside?”

“……”

“Since you’re quiet, I guess that’s a yes. Let’s go, then.”

Cha Seokjoo lifted Yiwon up in his arms.

Walking with strides so heavy the wooden veranda thudded, he turned his body around. Moving into the across room, he stood there blankly holding Yiwon before clicking his tongue briefly.

“This is why living on the floor is inconvenient. My old man joints feel like they’re going to give out.”

He bent down, placed Yiwon on the bedding, and asked.

“Happy now?”

Is it okay? Watching Cha Seokjoo crawl over him, Yiwon suddenly pondered whether he had made the wrong choice. The look in Cha Seokjoo’s eyes as he stared at him didn’t seem entirely sane.

“Then let’s try sucking your bottom hole now.”

Before he could say anything, his legs were lifted into the air. What kind of position is…. While his brain slowly processed this, Cha Seokjoo pulled down Yiwon’s shorts and underwear all at once. The sliding pants and underwear got caught at his ankles.

“…!”

Large hands touched the back of his knees. A strong grip forced his legs open. Seeing Cha Seokjoo’s face settle between his legs, which were spread shoulder-width apart, Yiwon’s face was dyed with horror.

“Wha, what….”

“…It’s a white cock.”

It seemed Cha Seokjoo was equally shocked, though he was looking at an unexpected spot. A hand moved up slowly, stroking from the perineum to below the testicles.

“It’s a set with the nipples.”

“……”

“The color is the same.”

The thumb that had traveled past the testicles moved to the shaft of the dick. Yiwon’s penis, which had been half-erect, grew longer and fully revealed itself within his palm.

Cha Seokjoo quietly gazed at the pink dick filling his palm. It was warm, and when he poked the slit at the tip of the shaft—which twitched occasionally—with his finger, the head of the dick reared up before dropping back down.

Why is it so soft?

As he took the glans in his hand and lightly stroked it, he could hear Yiwon groaning in the distance.

“Hey.”

Yiwon didn’t answer. Lifting his head slightly, he saw that Yiwon had grabbed a pillow and was burying his face in it.

“You.”

“…What.”

“Do you fuck here often?”

At Cha Seokjoo’s words, Yiwon poked his head out. His face was ripe red, but seeing his narrowed eyes, he seemed quite indignant.

“What on earth are you talking about right now?”

“I’m asking.”

Yiwon didn’t answer and hid back inside the pillow. Watching that, Cha Seokjoo firmly grabbed the erect dick and rubbed it.

“I asked.”

“…Ah, ha-eut.”

His fluttering knees spread apart but were caught by the shorts hanging at his ankles. Cha Seokjoo continued to tickle the bulging glans while stripping the clothes off completely. A laugh escaped him as he watched Yiwon, though embarrassed, faithfully raise his legs to help remove the clothes.

“Not going to answer?”

“…No.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“…Today, eut, is the first time, and I’ve never done anything like that….”

A mumbling voice drifted out from inside the pillow. Cha Seokjoo’s movements stopped abruptly.

“…What?”

After snatching away the pillow covering his face, he saw Yiwon’s entire body from his face to his chest dyed red. After lying quietly for a moment, Yiwon slowly began to add more words.

“…I mean, th-that is the first time, not that I haven’t had someone I’ve dated, hng.”

“Fine, that’s enough.”

“You told me to answer.”

“My curiosity is satisfied, so let’s stop talking.”

Then, he thrust his face between Yiwon’s legs. The moment Yiwon saw him support the stiff, nodding shaft with his palm, he felt so breathless his head spun.

“…Can I ask something too?”

“What.”

“That, did you do that ‘fucking’ thing a lot?”

“At my age, if I hadn’t fucked even once, I’d be a eunuch.”

“…Ah.”

I see. While Yiwon nodded at the strangely convincing explanation, Cha Seokjoo drew closer. To the point where his breath could be felt directly between Yiwon’s legs.

“But you know….”

There was a peculiar atmosphere whenever he made eye contact with Cha Seokjoo. Something like a refined darkness, a unique aura of his that felt somewhat chilling. Cha Seokjoo’s gaze—the one that had left Yiwon unsure because it had only flashed by for a moment—was now fixed between Yiwon’s legs.

“It’s the first time I’ve felt this way toward a man. To be honest, until I tried kissing you a little while ago, I wondered if this would really even work.”

“……”

“Looking back now, it’s absurd that those were all useless worries. I should’ve spent that time looking at your dick instead. There’s nothing more certain than this, and yet I didn’t know.”

Large hands covered and pressed down on the tense muscles of the inner thighs. From the spot where his legs were spread by another’s force, his dick gave a “thud” and throbbed.

“You and I, it seems our internal situations were similar.”

Cha Seokjoo pulled Yiwon’s hand over and gripped the shaft of the dick together with him. His hand, which was large enough to easily cover the back of Yiwon’s hand, began to apply pressure little by little.

The hand that had moved down to the base slid all the way up to cover the glans before returning to the bottom. Even though he was clearly touching it with his own hand, it felt as if he had surrendered his lower half to someone else.

The unfamiliar sensation was enough to make his butt muscles tighten. When Yiwon tried to pull back by bracing his knees, Cha Seokjoo moved his body even closer and increased his grip.

“Why act like a virgin?”

“…Ah.”

“Touch it. You must have masturbated before.”

“Not, not like this.”

The corners of Cha Seokjoo’s mouth curled into a smirk. Then, he grabbed the back of Yiwon’s knees, folding his body in half as he continued.

“Then try rubbing it the way you usually do.”

His buttocks rose toward the ceiling, and his underside was fully exposed. When Yiwon tried to turn his body and lie down in embarrassment, a long finger pushed straight up against his perineum.

“While I try sucking on your bottom hole.”

“…Eut.”

“Fucking is only worth it if it feels better than doing it alone.”

Cha Seokjoo grabbed Yiwon’s legs, which kept trying to close, and spread them wide, burying his face between the buttocks. His hair tickled the legs, and the high bridge of his nose brushed against the perineum. The moment his hot breath pooled in the crotch, Yiwon tilted his head back and exhaled.

“Ah, wa-wait… wait a second.”

“I can’t see well. If you’re not going to masturbate, then spread your cheeks for me.”