Kim Jiho headed to the kitchen as soon as they got home. He opened the freezer as wide as possible, looked at it, then peeked out his head.
“You ate everything.”
“Of course. I should eat everything since someone’s checking.”
“But why didn’t you fill it back? What did you eat once you finished everything?”
Yeon Woojeong stopped in taking off his coat at the unexpected question. He had been working overtime recently, so he didn’t have time to eat at home, and he bought simple meals on weekends. Still, it wasn’t instant food. It was quite a development.
“I bought it. You know, the kimbab house across from here. They sell many things.”
“Ah, that place?”
Perhaps it was a pass, Kim Jiho quietly closed the freezer and nodded. He’s really meticulous. Yeon Woojeong smiled as he took a seat on the sofa.
“How about a little rest before going out?”
“Okay. Are you not tired? You woke up early, right?”
“Come here.”
As Kim Jiho took a seat by his side, Yeon Woojeong laid down using his thighs as a pillow. He had been missing it too. The two stared into each other’s eyes in silence, and Kim Jiho stroked Yeon Woojeong’s hair softly. The peacefulness threaded the time cozily. A thought, we will still be like this someday, came to Yeon Woojeong’s mind. That prediction wasn’t too early.
His body relaxed. The accumulated fatigue slowly left his body like melting snow. He had clearly planned he would do this, do that, when he met Kim Jiho, but… Yeon Woojeong breathed out comfortably, turned to his side, facing Kim Jiho’s stomach, and faltered. Kim Jiho flinched, and Yeon Woojeong’s ear came into touch with something hard.
The remaining little fatigue was pushed away in no time, and a familiar sensation came back to the insides of his thighs. An aching, familiar, long-lost sensation in his stomach. Yeon Woojeong smirked and jerked his head up.
Funnily, Kim Jiho was looking another way, pretending innocent. Yeon Woojeong could see his fingertips on the sofa tense. Ah, I should prioritize Mr. Yeon’s fatigue over my own needs. He might be thinking like that.
The forgotten, no, the suppressed sexual desire dried up his mouth in an instant. Well, no matter how busy he was, they always did it at least once a week, so they both had it piled up.
If he were to initiated it first, Kim Jiho would clearly charge at him and crush his waist downward, but now Kim Jiho was playing innocence. How naughty. Yeon Woojeong, a smile on his face, scanned every angle of Kim Jiho’s face before lowering his head and resting his lips over his thigh.
Kim Jiho’s legs twitched slightly as he kissed over his uniform. As he traced his lips along the outline of his penis, Kim Jiho breathed out and stroked Yeon Woojeong’s hair. Feeling the soft touch rubbing against his scalp, Yeon Woojeong rubbed his lips over his pants and lifted his head. Gently rubbing the front of his pants, he asked.
“I’m curious.”
“About what?”
“How did you relieve yourself when you were there?”
Not only Kim Jiho was embarrassed to masturbate in the bedroom, in front of him, but he was also a neat freak, so there was no way he would do it in the bathroom. So, did he just hold it in? That was likely. However, Kim Jiho only stared at Yeon Woojeong as though he didn’t understand the meaning of the question.
“You must have thought of me, right?”
“So?”
“You, who has to ram my ass once a week to feel satisfied…”
He unbuttoned Kim Jiho’s pants with slow movements. Kim Jiho’s eyes narrowed as if he didn’t like the choice of words.
“Must have it hard to bear.”
“I held it in.”
“Aha. So, you thought about it?”
Kim Jiho clamped his mouth shut. He suddenly pulled Yeon Woojeong’s arm and crashed their lips together roughly. He’s really strong. With a smile on his numb lips, Yeon Woojeong threw his arms around Kim Jiho’s neck. Kim Jiho’s tongue, either clumsy or fierce, darted impatiently around the inside of his mouth but then calmed down when Yeon Woojeong rubbed the nape of his neck.
Kim Jiho kissed him as if he were telling him things. I missed you, I wanted to touch you, I feel so good right now. The kiss with Kim Jiho was not just a touch, but an intense exchange of emotions. In that sense, Kim Jiho could sometimes capture his soul with just a kiss.
Intertwining their tongues, Yeon Woojeong rubbed his palm between Kim Jiho’s legs. Kim Jiho’s tongue flicked out, and he locked their lips together with a little more ferocity. The boy’s tiny mouth would try to eat him when he was aroused. When he squeezed his penis, Kim Jiho moaned and stopped. Meanwhile, he pulled his lips away and reached into Kim Jiho’s underwear, pulling out his cock.
His cock was dripping with pre-cum, and the tip was red. Just as he pressed the tip of his tongue against the corner of his mouth and was about to lower his head, Kim Jiho gripped Yeon Woojeong’s forearm.
“Let’s do it together.”
He exhaled roughly, his face flushed with heat. It was the first time Kim Jiho had ever asked for a specific position. Yeon Woojeong ran his tongue over his lips and smiled softly.
“What?”
“Get on top of me.”
In a voice lower than usual, Kim Jiho spoke as if he were giving orders. A shiver ran down Yeon Woojeong’s spine. Kim Jiho lay on the sofa, and Yeon Woojeong lay on his stomach with his legs toward Kim Jiho’s head. Kim Jiho’s hard, swollen penis swayed next to Yeon Woojeong’s mouth.
Kim Jiho pulled down Yeon Woojeong’s pants, pulled out his penis, and took it into his narrow mouth, squeezing it tightly. Yeon Woojeong gasped at the soft, dizzying sensation. He lowered his waist, shoving his cock into Kim Jiho’s mouth, and stuck out his tongue to lick Kim Jiho’s cock. He moved his hips and head up and down together. Wet sounds flowed from up and down.
“Hmm…”
As Kim Jiho bucked his hips, his penis entered deep as if piercing his throat. Yeon Woojeong reflexively pulled away his head and took a breath, and in the meantime, Kim Jiho raised his head to take in his penis deeply. Feeling the sensation of being sucked from the middle of his penis, the inner of Yeon Woojeong’s thighs stiffened.
“Hahhh.”
Yeon Woojeong moaned, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. Kim Jiho sucked in strongly, which was intense at first, but once he got used to it, the pleasure was incredible. He dipped his hips, rubbing his shaft against Kim Jiho’s tongue, and then lowered his head back. While Yeon Woojeong sucked Kim Jiho’s shaft, running his tongue against his veins, his pants came undone and a finger reached for between his mounds and rubbed the crease, making the hairs on his head stand on end.
A laugh broke out at the sudden surge of excitement. Yeon Woojeong realized that his erogenous zones, the structures that turned him on, had been reversed. He spread his legs wide, and Kim Jiho buried his head between the spreading mounds. Something soft and fluffy licked Yeon Woojeong’s rear. An itch and the pleasure of scratching the itch came at the same time. Then a tongue pushed through the crack and probed shallowly inside.
“Hht.”
A moan escaped Yeon Woojeong’s lips as he had Kim Jiho’s cock in them. His forearms and knees on the sofa shook from the pleasure seeping into every nook and cranny inside. When Yeon Woojeong sucked hard on the erect glans, Kim Jiho’s grip on his ass tightened. Kim Jiho’s semen burst out without warning as he raised his legs. The load with a strong smell filled his mouth, and Yeon Woojeong raised his back as he spat out Kim Jiho’s cock.
“Hhh, hahh…”
With the weight of the hands cupping his ass, Yeon Woojeong’s lower body settled down onto Kim Jiho’s face. Kim Jiho’s nose grazed Yeon Woojeong’s saliva-soaked, twitching hole, and his lips sucked steadily at his perineum. Yeon Woojeong’s head spun dizzily. His legs tensed and his muscles stood out clearly. Yeon Woojeong thrust his bulging cock downward, rubbing it against Kim Jiho’s chest, and his lower body jerked upward at the intense pleasure that exploded from his insides.
“Ahhh……!”
The same thick semen poured out onto Kim Jiho’s military uniform. Yeon Woojeong’s body was more sensitive to the stimulation from the long-awaited lovemaking. As his eyelids fluttered in the afterglow, Yeon Woojeong’s head threw back at the invading fingers. With his saliva-stained red lips open, Kim Jiho moved his fingers and blankly stared at the hole eating his fingers.
“Mr. Yeon.”
“Hmm.”
“It’s narrow inside.”
“Hmm…”
“Has it always been like this?”
“Ha, you’re the one who knows.”
His skin was sensitive, and his poked insides slowly heated up. Yeon Woojeong swept up his fluttering hair before reaching out to touch Kim Jiho’s cock. He could hear panting breath from behind him. Fingers withdrew from his rear, and Kim Jiho reached out to the coffee table. Opening the drawer on the table, Kim Jiho pulled out a single-use packed gel and opened it with his mouth.
Yeon Woojeong wanted to see Kim Jiho’s face. As he slid off his body, Kim Jiho sat up and laid Yeon Woojeong down. He caught Yeon Woojeong’s right leg, which was about to slide down the sofa, put it on his shoulder, and then shoved two gel-soaked fingers into his hole at once.
The two locked eyes. Their eyes glazed with heat and anticipation. Yeon Woojeong raised the corner of his lips upward.