Midday Guest Chapter 46

Cha Seokjoo spread his legs. Yiwon sat up between them. As Yiwon stroked the firmly hardened penis from bottom to top and rolled the glans within his palm, Cha Seokjoo’s thighs twitched.

While slowly stroking the shaft that filled his hand, the veins and the ridge of the glans were felt vividly against his palm. Yiwon moved his hand while applying a moderate amount of pressure.

His eyes looked at Cha Seokjoo. The man, who had spread his legs willfully and surrendered his cock, was letting out groans that sank deep down while his arms were stretched out behind him.

“…Haah.”

As his rock-hard thighs tensed, the color of the cock turned a darker red and the temperature grew hotter. Yiwon watched, taking in every detail of Cha Seokjoo’s ragged breath and the expressions he made as he felt the pleasure.

He wrapped his hand around the glans and rubbed it rapidly. He spread the pre-ejaculate, which stuck to his palm, over the shaft and rubbed even more densely with the help of the slippery friction.

The man reacted exactly as Yiwon touched him. He swayed according to the strength applied to the hand, or according to the tickling. The fact that a being who stood firm anywhere else moved according to his touch brought about a strange sense of elation.

Even though he was touching Cha Seokjoo’s cock, it felt as if his own lower abdomen was pulling with a heavy weight. Yiwon bit his lower lip slightly. It felt as if visual stimulation was governing all five senses. The corners of his eyes grew hot.

“The doctor at this hospital has good hands.”

“……”

“Is it possible to register as a regular?”

Cha Seokjoo, his eyes narrowed, pulled Yiwon by the waist and made him straddle his thighs.

Yiwon stroked the massive pillar rising from between his legs with force from the bottom up. As he held the glans as if covering it and rubbed the indented area softly with his thumb, Cha Seokjoo’s eyebrows rose high and then settled.

Cha Seokjoo, his features ruthlessly distorted, pulled Yiwon’s lower back tight against him and thrust his hips.

Even as Yiwon shook him until his arm ached, Cha Seokjoo remained relaxed. Only the sounds of him seemingly enjoying it thoroughly leaked out occasionally, but he acted like a man with no intention of ejaculating.

“…Director.”

Cha Seokjoo did not answer. Director, Director. It was the same no matter how many times he called. He was clearly doing this on purpose. He was clearly signaling that if Yiwon wanted to make him come, he had to play along with his rhythm right now.

Let’s just think of it as taking out my brain for a moment. Ah, Yiwon bit the flesh inside his mouth, took a deep breath in and out, and then corrected himself.

“Patient.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“The examination hours are almost over.”

“Ah, is that so.”

Cha Seokjoo tilted his head back and looked up at Yiwon. Looking at the faint smile on the handsome face, Yiwon felt as if his spirit were being bewitched.

“I think I’ll come if you rub a little harder.”

“……”

“Do you not offer night examinations?”

So it was night now. I see. Yiwon accepted it quickly.

“Ni—Night examinations are… not available.”

As Yiwon stuttered with a face that looked ready to explode, Cha Seokjoo burst into laughter.

“Come here.”

“…Ah, really, Mmph.”

A large hand stuck to the back of his head. The man took the babbling lips fully into his mouth and ransacked the inside. Cha Seokjoo and Yiwon exchanged a kiss that seemed appropriate for people who had been apart for a long time, even though they had only been separated briefly.

The corners of his eyes were hot, his palms were hot. His whole body was hot.

Cha Seokjoo’s tongue pressed down on Yiwon’s and entered deep. His cock, which had been tickling the roof of his mouth, suddenly surged with heat.

Yiwon tilted his head and kissed even deeper. He rubbed the burning hot pillar with even more strength.

Only then did Cha Seokjoo ejaculate.

While Yiwon’s hand moved ticklishly, the man reached his climax, shooting out high-viscosity liquid to his heart’s content. Cha Seokjoo’s traces pooled without a gap between Yiwon’s fingers. His entire palm was covered in semen.

Is it over now? While he helped with the after-pleasure by loosening his grip, a trailing stream of semen left a mark on Yiwon’s cheek and chin before dripping down.

“…Ah.”

He tried to wipe his cheek with the back of his hand but was stopped by Cha Seokjoo. Cha Seokjoo looked explicitly at Yiwon, who was covered in the semen he had expelled. It was a gaze filled with erotic intent.

Cha Seokjoo looked at Yiwon’s face and then licked his own lips with his tongue. At that action, which could have been seen as nothing, Yiwon felt his heat rising below.

That action had now become a certain signal. Because whenever he shared his body with Cha Seokjoo, he received such thorough foreplay that he felt as if he would run out of breath.

Drip. The semen that fell onto his thigh flowed down into the depths between his legs. As he held his back straight at that skin-crawling sensation, Cha Seokjoo suddenly asked.

“What are you doing after the hospital closes, Doctor?”

Was this roleplay not over yet? Eventually, laughter burst out through his twitching lips. Yiwon answered as he embraced Cha Seokjoo with his whole body.

“Nothing.”

Cha Seokjoo, moving closer, swallowed everything about Yiwon. The body pinned beneath him, the lips swollen from being bitten and sucked, even the laughter leaking out between them—everything.

After rolling around in the guest room all day, hunger rushed in.

Yiwon, who was stuck side-by-side with Cha Seokjoo, rubbed his stomach and thought. Was there any food left in the refrigerator? It seemed like there was one pouch of seaweed soup left.

Recalling the side dishes made him suddenly hungry. Still, because it was hard to raise his body, he lingered, and eventually, a growling sound rang out from his stomach.

Cha Seokjoo was sensitive to sounds. It was clearly a very small sound, but somehow he heard it, opened his eyes, and asked.

“Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

“Right, it’s past the time to be hungry.”

Yiwon rolled his body and looked down at Cha Seokjoo from a prone position. He was hungry, but he was also too lazy to prepare a meal with effort.

Cha Seokjoo seemed to be the same in this regard. Seeing as he had no complaints about making do with side dishes bought from a store, their eating habits seemed similar.

A meal was needed that didn’t require much work and could be cleaned up quickly, and Yiwon knew exactly one such menu.

“Do you want to have cup ramen?”

“You eat cup ramen at home?”

“Sometimes.”

Contemplating the meaning behind the question, Yiwon scanned Cha Seokjoo’s expression. Indifferent, just a plain face. It was absolutely not the face of a person interested in cup ramen.

“Do you not like cup ramen?”

“Well, I don’t really eat ramen.”

“…Wow.”

“I don’t even know when the last time I ate it was. I don’t remember.”

“Then what do you eat when you’re hungry but lazy, Director?”

“I just sleep without eating.”

“Ah.”

When it was really, really troublesome, there were cases where Yiwon did that too. Yiwon looked down at Cha Seokjoo. Even so, it didn’t seem like a reaction of total disgust.

“Do you want to eat together?”

For some reason, Cha Seokjoo, who couldn’t answer the simple question, belatedly said, “Okay, let’s eat,” and pushed himself up.

“Where is it?”

“In the cupboard above the sink…. I’ll go make it.”

“A guy who was trembling and collapsing even while going to shower expects to stand up properly.”

“I’m okay now.”

“As if.”

There was a brief scuffle while they looked for clothes to wear on the bedding. It was a situation that broke out because they both insisted on doing the simple task of opening the cup ramen and pouring water.

They were talking about something so trivial it felt ridiculous, but he didn’t hate it.

He liked the current situation of bickering and having an ordinary conversation with the man who had returned with blood on his shirt. He liked it enough to naturally think that he wished they could keep living like this.

“That’s enough, so go over there and lie down. Before I tie you up tight.”

“…Tie me up?”

“Yeah. While I’m at it, I can have some tasty sex, too. That’ll do.”

What did I just hear? Yiwon closed and opened his eyes. In the meantime, Cha Seokjoo’s strange blueprint continued.

“A person becomes unable to move even if you just fold and tie one arm and leg each.”

“……”

“Since your body is pretty, it’ll be fun to watch, too. Come to think of it, it seems like it would be good for pushing a cock into the hole you’re flaunting….”

Cha Seokjoo approached and folded Yiwon’s arm. Then, without warning, he pulled it behind Yiwon’s back, making him unable to move. While a flustered Yiwon faltered, a thick arm wrapped around his waist.

“What do you think?”

The touch that felt as if it were pressing down on his waist and stomach traveled down past the ilium to the thigh. Yiwon, whose one knee was folded by a simple gesture, stumbled and tumbled toward the floor.

He’s falling. Cha Seokjoo easily embraced and pulled up Yiwon, who was bracing himself with strength in his body.

“…You really seem like a pervert.”

“Do you want a taste of what a real pervert is like?”

“You’ve shown me until now.”

When Yiwon retorted, Cha Seokjoo, standing behind him, pressed his lips to Yiwon’s temple and whispered.

“Oh, I’ve only given you a tiny taste.”

“……”

“Now that I’m talking about it, I’m getting a bit curious.”

Cha Seokjoo laughed, seeing Yiwon gradually losing his words.

“It seems the way to go is quite far.”

“…No.”

Was he serious? Since those words wouldn’t come out, he kept his mouth shut, and Cha Seokjoo’s fingertip brushed past the bottom of his lip.

“But at least you’re using informal speech now.”

“No. I didn’t mean to use informal, informal speech…!”

“Since it seems the baby learns quickly, won’t he learn this quickly, too?”