Stranger

“Haah…”

Yeon Woojeong threw back his head, moving down his hand, and grabbed his penis. A slow stroking movement. Half-closed eyes. I swallowed my breath. Shaking his own genitals, Yeon Woojeong looked up at me.

He jacked off while looking at me. Does he always like this when he does it alone? I couldn’t look away. When I rubbed deep against his inner flesh, Yeon Woojeong’s hip arched up.

I could understand what Yeon Woojeong said. About what he meant by arousing. I felt like I could ejaculate just by looking at him.

He and I stared at each other in the eye and didn’t look away. My penis that entered between his thighs tapped on his hand. When that happened, he playfully grabbed my glans, let it off, then stroked his penis again. 

“Mr., Yeon.”

“Mhm.”

“Feel good?”

I knew that Yeon Woojeong was feeling good. Nevertheless, I just wanted to ask. He, who looked at me, didn’t laugh and answered.

“Mmm, good.”

My chest swelled up. I couldn’t hold back, so I lowered my head to bite his lips, then I moved my hip quickly. His legs were spread because of my movement. His penis was rubbed against mine. My body felt warm as I felt the naked sensation beneath me.

Yeon Woojeong hugged me. Stroking the twitching hole with my fingers, I kissed him on his cheeks, chin, neck, everywhere. He laughed as if hiccuping and caressed my head.

The tip of the rubbing penis felt like it would peel off. I became more sensitive every time a stimulus reached me. I wanted to bite his bare skin. I liked the skin felt on my teeth. It was firmer than jelly, and it was softer than melted candy. There was nothing much to bite, but it made me crave more.

Putting and rubbing my penis between his asscheek, I kept pushing the entrance that was blocked by my fingers. Then, Yeon Woojeong closed his open legs and locked my body in between. As he moved his hip, my finger softly fell out. My thing rubbed against his again. Since the movement was not intense, Yeon Woojeong’s breath, moan, and temperature seemed to reach closer.

“Ahh…”

“What do we do, if you like it so much, Kim Jiho?”

Yeon Woojeong’s voice, which was imbued with laughter, scattered in my ears. I bent my toes. It felt like I would fall under the sofa. Grabbing both Yeon Woojeong’s penis and mine, I shook my hip. The moment I threw back my head because of the stimulation that gradually increased, Yeon Woojeong grabbed my chin and fixed it in place.

He looked straight up at my face. I shut my eyes tight as I fell into his dark eyes. A tingling sensation ran through my spine.

“Haahh…”

When I opened my eyes while letting out the cold breath that filled my mouth, Yeon Woojeong was looking at me while shaking his own genitals. A subtle smile spread on his lips. When I saw Yeon Woojeong, who slowly stroked his genitals with my semen on his exposed abdomen, I wanted to do something about it. But I couldn’t look away, nor could I move. He crinkled one of his eyes. His mouth opened, and the wet tongue licked the lower lip and went back inside.

Yeon Woojeong then closed his eyes halfway. While I was looking at him absentmindedly, Yeon Woojeong lifted one of his hands and pulled my nape. Our lips touched, and his tongue entered in. We tied our tongues and teased each other. I felt the tip of Yeon Woojeong’s tongue shiver a bit. Soon, the hand holding my neck fell down, and Yeon Woojeong pulled back his head, letting out a breath.

He and I looked at each other from a nose-to-nose distance. He closed his eyes.

“Did you enjoy the meal?”

Yeon Woojeong touched his neck where I chewed on. There was a bite mark, but it didn’t seem like it would leave a scar like that time. 

I stared intently at him, then I took tissues and wiped his body. Then I lowered my head and kissed his abdomen. Caressing his sides, I sucked here and there, then I pulled up his T-shirt. When I was about to bite his nipple, he pushed my forehead.

“You can’t.”

It irked me that he pulled back when he said he was jealous. I looked down at him, then I brushed off the finger that pushed on my forehead.

“I don’t mean to do it.”

“Is it not enough?”

“Didn’t you say you want to enjoy afterplay?”

Of course it wasn’t enough. Truthfully, I could have done more, but he seemed to refuse because he was tired. Nevertheless, I was in a good mood today, so I could hold back.

Yeon Woojeong let out a vain laugh and caressed my hair. Entrusting my head to that touch, I licked the shown nipple. While biting big and shallow around the nipple, I massaged Yeon Woojeong’s thighs. When I moved my hand and fondled with his balls and the skin under, he flinched, moaning, then grabbed me tightly in reverse.

I fell on top of his body. Yeon Woojeong hugged me as though he didn’t feel heavy. I blinked my eyes, then I put my ear on Yeon Woojeong’s chest. The constant pulse was calming. Thinking that it would be heavy if I hugged Yeon Woojeong back, I fell to his side. Even though the sofa was wide, it was narrow as we two laid down. He turned to the side, showing his back to me. I tidied up my messy clothes and stuck close to him.

“Wash yourself.”

“Later.”

“When?”

“I won’t die even if I don’t wash.”

“Dirty.”

Yeon Woojeong smiled at my criticism and rubbed his back against my body. He pulled my hand, then played with my fingers.

“How was it?”

“What?”

“Is it the same as you imagined?”

“What?”

“Sex.”

I creased my forehead at the word that came out of his mouth. He tapped on my fingers as if urging me to answer.

“I’ve never imagined it.”

“Really? Then what about dreams?”

“Never.”

I suddenly remembered the dream where Yeon Woojeong rubbed his genitals against a mannequin in front of me, but I quickly shook it away. He said, “hmm,” in a low voice.

“You’re lying, Kim Jiho.”

“I’m not.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“I said no.”

He turned his hand back and fiddled with my thing, which was still erect inside the tidied pants. As I grabbed and clenched his hand, he laughed. Even though his lower half was in a naked position like a baby, he didn’t look like he was embarrassed at all.

He wriggled his bound hand. When I let it off, his hand moved up and touched the corner of my lips.

Jealous. He said he got jealous.

I thought over the words said by Yeon Woojeong, but then he suddenly turned his head.

“… Why are you smiling secretly?”

“I didn’t smile.”

He looked closely at me, and then he smirked. After Yeon Woojeong turned his body to face me, he leaned his head on my chest, then closed his eyes.

I looked down at Yeon Woojeong who looked peaceful even though it was narrow. If he said he wanted to own my smile, I could give him as much as I could. I would be okay even if I couldn’t smile forever. Why didn’t he ask me for such a request? It wasn’t hard at all to not smile in front of other people.

When I put my hand over his eyes, the corners of his lips went up. I followed him to close my eyes. I thought it would be fine even if I fell asleep like this for a moment. If I had a dream, I wish I had the same dream like his.