DASH

Jaekyung, who was taking off his shoes, suddenly froze, and then, seeing Jihon cowering in the living room, rushed to him: "Hyung! Are you okay?

Jihon, burying his face in his clothes, only shook his head.

"Let's go to the room." Don't sit on the floor.

Jaekyung tried to pick it up, but suddenly froze. Before Jihong could even come to his senses, he picked up a syringe from the floor and asked incredulously, "Hyung, you... Did you take advantage of this?

Although he should have realized that Jihong hadn't used it, after all, the medicine was still inside. Or is it difficult for him to see in the dark?

"No," Jihon muttered barely audibly.

"Why?"

Instead of the expected joy, there was a question about the reason. Did he really not believe it so much? Well, given past experience, this is quite understandable. To which Jihon only smiled bitterly. Suddenly, it dawned on him how much he had broken Jaekyung's trust, and this discovery resonated in him not so much with sadness as with a sharp sense of guilt. It turns out that Jihong has deceived and disappointed Jaekyung too many times. He wasn't going to repeat the mistakes of the past, but he didn't have the courage to be completely honest with him.

Finally, Jihong raised his head and looked at him, "Because then you would be upset.

Jaekyung's eyes widened. His surprise was so genuine that Jihong suddenly wondered if he didn't believe him. But fortunately, Jaekyung believed it. He even smiled, as openly and joyfully as Jihon had ever seen before, and said in an unusually gentle voice, "Well done.

This smile instantly dispelled all worries. For her sake, Jihon was ready to do anything. With this thought in mind, he approached and kissed his beloved. Lightly touching his still cold cheek, Jihon pulled away and said quietly, "Now help me."

As if waiting for these words, Jaekyung threw off his jacket and leaned over to Jihon. In response, he hugged him and dragged him to the carpet.

"Let's go here."

"But...

"It's all right.

"Hurry," Jihong gasped, spreading his legs wide, and Jaekyung looked at him with concern. Jihon stretched out his hand and, placing it on the wet, excited place, whispered, "Help me..." Jaekyung-ah.

For a moment, something flashed in Jaekyung's eyes. Then, cursing, he abruptly stood up and grabbed his jacket, which he had just taken off.

"It will be uncomfortable on the floor. Let's do this...

And then, having rolled it up, he put it under Jihon's lower back. And, abruptly pulling his sweater over his head, he added: "And what is this? Pointing to the T-shirt lying on Jihon's chest.

"Your T-shirt... I'm sorry, I soiled it.

Jaekyung didn't seem to understand what he meant. Taking and inhaling her scent, he blurted out a short "Ah." Because of this, Jihon's ears flared up. A wave of shame washed over him, and he looked away. Jaekyung indifferently threw his T-shirt on the floor and said, "It's okay. I'm going to stain you even more.

At these words, Jihon was engulfed in flames. He shuddered, and, not knowing where to hide from the awkwardness, hid his face in his hands, laughing softly. Unbuckling his belt, Jaekyung asked, "Are you laughing out of fear or excitement?"

Judging by his feigned innocent tone, he already knew everything perfectly well. But if he asks, then he needs to answer. Jihong removed his hands from his face and looked at the impudent man: "From excitement.

Smiling, Jaekyung pulled off his pants and underwear in one motion. His already erect penis almost jumped out. The sight of a penis shining with lubrication caused Jihon to have a sweet cramp in his lower abdomen. Involuntarily, he spread his legs even wider and bent them at the knees. Settling between them, Jaekyung suddenly said, "I'll just insert it now."

"When I, I'll pull it out," he promised.

Perhaps Jaekyung wanted to calm him down, but Jihong didn't care anymore. In truth, he didn't pay much attention to what Jaekyung was saying, and only heard the feverish beating of his own heart. Every time the thick glans hit his crotch and slowly slid along the folds at the entrance, Jihong burned with anticipation. Unable to take it anymore, he spread his buttocks. The wet entrance opened with a squelching sound. The touch of cold air on the inflamed flesh sent shivers down my spine. But in the next instant, Jihon was swept over with heat, and this heat, having materialized, penetrated inside.

"Ah, mmm...

Jihong groaned, clutching Jaekyung's shoulders. Even though they hadn't had sex for almost a month, he didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, the penis slid so easily, as if it had been sucked into it, and because of this, Jihong almost came.

"Do you know what's going on inside you right now?" Jaekyung asked, laughing, without fully inserting his penis, leaving about a centimeter outside.

Jihon's body was jubilant, finally getting what he wanted. The delicate walls pulsed rhythmically.

"You seem to like it very much.

Enjoying this intense stimulation, Jaekyung slowly injected the rest of it. Leaning on his hands, he bent down and kissed Jihon gently.

"Did you want me to you?" Tell me," Jaekyung whispered softly as he stopped.

But Jihong could not answer. He didn't even have the strength to kiss him, he just grabbed Jaekyung by the shoulders and breathed heavily, arching under him. Even after he got what he so desired, his body couldn't calm down. On the contrary, it became even more distraught. He couldn't wait to feel that big, hard move inside him, how he would stretch and fill it to the brim with his.

"Ah...

Jihon burned with lust. He instinctively clung to Jaekyung, conveying his impatience to him. Fortunately, the alpha took the hint and, without making him wait any longer, continued.

Despite his long abstinence, Jaekyung didn't act rudely right away. He moved slowly and shallowly, probably giving Jihon time to get used to it, which only tormented him more.

"Mmm... Oh, no, stop it, not there.@@novelbin@@

As luck would have it, the head of Jaekyung's teasingly rubbed against the inflamed folds of the hole. He had stimulated this place too much, which Jihong himself had brought to a painful state, and now the touch was simply unbearable. Jaekyung seemed to understand what was going on right away.

"Judging by the way this place is swollen, you must have worked hard yourself. Really? he asked.

But Jihon could not answer, he only moaned and squirmed.

"Did you use my clothes for your pranks?"

"S-Stop it.

"Answer me."

"Stop it, Jaekyung, ah, mmm..." Oh!

Jihong involuntarily clung to Jaekyung's arm, begging him to stop. But he did not pay attention.

"What were you doing?" Tell me. And I will stop.

"S-the smell of your clothes," Jihon blurted out. "She smelled of you, and—"

"And you couldn't help yourself and started touching yourself?" With that, Jaekyung pressed the head of his into the same area. That made Jihon nodded in despair.

"With your hand?"

"Yes, with my hand...

"Imagining it's?" Jaekyung asked with a sly smile.

Jihon did not answer, which caused the stubborn man to repeat the question: "Which hand did you touch yourself with?" Give it to me.

Jihon held out his trembling right hand to him. And Jaekyung kissed each finger.

"You know, your fingers look like you. Long and so beautiful," he said with a serious look. He took the middle and index fingers in his mouth and began to suck them with a deliberately loud smack, and then suddenly added: "Although, they're too thin to replace my penis, don't you think?"

And without waiting for an answer, he drove the penis so deep, as if inviting Jihon to see for himself.

"Mine is so fat. Really?

"Oh..