Hit by a Pitched Ball Chapter 21

The hesitant gaze of Yunjae and the mischievous gaze of Taebeom met. Taebeom gazed fixedly at Yunjae, who was lying beneath him, and swept his fallen bangs upward. His breathing was rough, as if excited. Yunjae looked at Taebeom as if bewitched. When a bright red tongue slipped out between his dry lips and licked the corner of his mouth, Yunjae found himself unconsciously short of breath, his chest heaving.

“Tell me. Should I do it?”

A thick thigh, taut with muscle, nudged the inside of his spread legs as if urging him on. Reluctantly, Yunjae gave a slight lift to his hips, putting strength into them. Taebeom let out a short laugh, and as if he had been waiting, his impatient fingers pulled down Yunjae’s zipper.

The pants came off in an instant. Taebeom slipped his hand through the gap and lightly peeled away the cumbersome fabric wrapped around Yunjae’s legs. In the blink of an eye, his underwear was gone, and with another blink, his shirt was pushed up. All of this happened in a flash.

Yunjae unconsciously drew his tingling legs together and shuddered. Taebeom’s gaze lingered for a moment on the hollow curve of his toes. As he twisted his tongue and swept it across the inside of his mouth, the smooth surface of his cheek twitched. Taebeom scrubbed his face with a heated hand, almost roughly, and chuckled at the obscene thought that had briefly crossed his mind.

His gaze, having left the tips of Yunjae’s toes, climbed up his calves as if that were the only path upward. Taebeom lightly grasped Yunjae’s stiff, rigid calves and looked at him with a complicated expression that seemed equal parts incredulous and irritated.

“I thought this before too, but you’re really white. I think you’re the whitest of anyone I’ve ever seen.”

His voice, raspy with excitement, grated against Yunjae’s eardrums. “What’s your secret?” Even though it was just a joke, the tone of his voice made Yunjae uncomfortable. It wasn’t even an obscene word, but it was embarrassing and humiliating.

Yunjae shook his head slightly. There was no secret. It was just his natural body, something he had been self-conscious about since childhood. A pale, thin body, smooth and resistant to muscle growth. Yunjae slumped back onto the bed, his legs parting a little more as the heavy, probing body pressed into him, and he folded one arm over his eyes to block his view.

“He takes after his mother in that regard.”

“Hm?”

Mother? Taebeom answered every word Yunjae said without missing a beat. And his hands didn’t stop moving either. The hand that had been stroking up his bare leg was now kneading the flesh of his inner thigh. Everywhere his hand touched, faint marks appeared and then faded on the skin, evoking a peculiar sensation. He couldn’t stop touching.

“It’s just my constitution. In summer I stay cooped up at home in the air conditioning, and in winter I’m under the covers. And for the past few years, I’ve been working from home, so even the little bit of color I might have gotten before has faded away completely.”

“Ah? If that’s the case, that’s a dream I could never achieve.”

Taebeom let out a hearty laugh at the unexpectedly serious tone. At the same time, he reached behind him and pulled his shirt up and over his head. In one smooth motion, the garment was yanked off over his head and tossed roughly to the side, and Taebeom, as if continuing the sequence, rolled his neck once to loosen his bunched muscles.

Then their eyes met. Catching Yunjae’s ardent gaze, Taebeom’s movements gradually slowed. Yunjae, too, held his breath and blinked. Taebeom traced Yunjae’s expression with his eyes and playfully furrowed his brow.

“Hmm, that’s a look of regret.”

The resonant, deep voice burrowed into his ear, and his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. Even though he tried not to be nervous, looking at the immense body that felt like a mountain made it not so easy. Just as he said, regret did creep in. Ah, should I run away?

“Does it… show?”

“Making a face like that after getting undressed is a bit… It does hurt my pride.”

“…You’re the one who undressed me, not me.”

“Are you not going to count what your eyes undressed? I’m not that easy to deal with.”

Is that so. Yunjae responded with an awkward laugh and a resolute gaze. Even so, Taebeom, as if declaring he would not back down, openly scanned Yunjae and brought his hand to his own belt buckle. The sound of metal clashing and falling echoed in the silent space.

The tongue that moistened his dry lips moved deliberately slow, as if to show off, staining the thin skin a vivid red. His gaze instinctively drifted toward Taebeom’s crotch. Yunjae’s eyes caught the thick bulge of the erect sex pushing through the opened front, with the zipper fully down. Realizing how impoverished his imagination had been, Yunjae felt his regret deepen.

Taebeom, who hadn’t fully removed his pants, deliberated between taking off his clothes and delving into Yunjae’s gap, and chose the latter.

His sex, already on the verge of its limit, was whimpering and leaking fluid inside the cramped underwear, but this was more urgent. If he backed down now, he had no idea where Seo Yunjae might bolt. Without hesitating any longer, Taebeom pressed his lips onto Yunjae’s lower abdomen.

Startled by the sudden contact, the area around his navel concaved and flinched. Taebeom, unconcerned, pressed kisses onto the tense, stiff lower belly.

“Hah, uh…”

Unable to stop it, shallow moans escaped through his clenched teeth as he bucked his hips, and Taebeom’s hand delved into the gap as if to support him. Feeling his lower body float in the air, Yunjae recoiled, shaking his head and struggling.

But Taebeom paid no mind. The more Yunjae struggled, the more firmly Taebeom propped up his hips with tenacious strength.

“Uh, ah… Ah!”

Taebeom’s tongue ticklishly licked his skin, and his lips followed that path, pressing and rubbing like stamping a seal, gradually moving upward.

The helplessly spilling moans were becoming unbearable. Yunjae covered his mouth with his tightly clenched fist and bit down on his teeth. Trying to forcefully suppress the sporadic bursts of something, his body refused to obey. Yunjae twisted his body, ground his head against the sheet, and endured the lengthy stimulation.

He wanted to say that Taebeom didn’t need to go this far, but he felt that if he opened his mouth, unpleasant sounds would escape. No matter what, a man’s obscene sobs couldn’t be welcome.

Yunjae, who had been forcing his throat shut to stifle his moans, had his face flushed red from holding his breath for so long. Feeling the tremor of his shivering body with his lips, Taebeom, who had moved up to his chest and lingered near his nipple, glanced up and examined Yunjae’s face.

When the movement stopped, Yunjae reflexively lowered his head, and his eyes met Taebeom’s. Yunjae, frozen with wide eyes in embarrassment, stared back, and Taebeom, looking at him incredulously, crooked one eyebrow. The moment Yunjae noticed the subtle change, Taebeom’s tongue mischievously pressed down hard on Yunjae’s nipple, crushing it.

“Haahk!”

Witnessing his nipple, stiff from cold and tension, bent and crushed under Taebeom’s tongue, a moan inevitably burst from Yunjae’s lips. Taking that as a signal, Taebeom opened his mouth wide. He covered the entire areola and began to suck with brutish force. Taebeom squeezed Yunjae’s buttocks firmly and fully climbed onto the bed.

The sound of flesh being sucked lewdly irritated his ears. Feeling his entire body tense up with pleasure, Yunjae let go of the sheet he had been gripping tightly and grabbed Taebeom’s shoulders.

“Hhmm…”

Taebeom used one hand to spread open the shirt that had bunched up and rolled up over Yunjae’s chest. Simultaneously, with his other hand, he frantically pulled down both his pants and underwear at once. Taebeom looked down at Yunjae, completely naked, without a single garment on. Yunjae was still wearing his shirt dangling loosely on his arms, not fully removed. Taebeom curved his upper body and lay over Yunjae’s body.

For someone who said he had no experience with men, Taebeom was remarkably unashamed. He relentlessly sucked and clung to Yunjae’s obviously meager chest, and grabbed, shook, and spread his buttocks without a hint of embarrassment.

On the contrary, he was aggressive and blatant. It was Yunjae who couldn’t lift his head, lost and alone in his own torment. Of course, Taebeom was more skilled, but still, it was Yunjae’s body that was used to mingling with those who had the same equipment. Yet, as if all of that was a lie, Yunjae felt miserable enough to want to die just from any part of his body touching Taebeom’s.

Damn it, damn it. Damn it.

“Hold on.”

Taebeom, who had been rubbing his cheek under Yunjae’s chin and sucking at the nape of his neck, suddenly raised his head. Yunjae’s dazed eyes followed Taebeom. Smiling wryly at his hazy expression, Taebeom bit down hard on the nipple he had been tormenting until it was red and swollen, then, enjoying the reaction, got up from his place.