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Cloudless Sky Side Story 2. Perfect Weather (4)
🕑 Added 2024-09-20 11:46:54 +0000 UTCSide Story 2. Perfect Weather (4)
He couldn't bring himself to say he felt impatient, as it would be unfair to the peace they had created through a grueling process. Then what was this feeling of wanting to touch him right away? Because it was so good?
Because this moment was so wonderful, he wanted to hold onto it?
Soram stared at him blankly. Tae-un's hands still had soap on them. Now was his chance.
By the time Tae-un noticed his scheme, it was too late. Soram knelt on the floor and grabbed the other's thighs. He managed to squeeze into the narrow gap between the lower cabinet and Tae-un's legs.
"Han Tae-un. Think carefully."
Soram, who had been rubbing his cheek against the upper thigh, made his tongue pointy and lifted the zipper of the jeans.
"If I become director, I'll be too busy for us to do this."
"Wait. Don't."
Tae-un tried to push Soram away but hesitated upon seeing his hands covered in foam. In that moment, Soram pulled down the zipper with his teeth. When he loosened the buckle tightened by his hand, he felt the volume that had been confined inside.
A hot body temperature and the smell of flesh emanated. It seemed to intensify the scent he felt whenever he was in Tae-un's arms. For some reason, it also resembled the smell of earth and trees.
Glancing up, he saw Tae-un's jaw tightly clenched. Soram opened his mouth and lightly set his teeth on the underwear.
"Euk!"
Tak!
Tae-un hurriedly rinsed his hands and turned off the faucet as if slamming it. Before he could stop him, Soram pulled out the tip of his genitals from the underwear and took it in his mouth.
"Uup..."
Just inserting the upper part filled his mouth as if he had put in a whole tangerine. His cheeks went numb.
"Suddenly, euk, what are you doing?"
Wet hands tried to push his shoulders. But with equal conditions as 1st-grades, and the immense handicap of having his genitals grabbed, it was insufficient. The sudden surge of sexual sensation probably also contributed to the lack of strength in his hands.
So Soram recklessly pushed his face further into his crotch.
"What are you throwing a fit about again..., euk."
Soram narrowed his cheeks, and the stimulated genitals grew in size inside his mouth. Now the roof of his mouth was pressed and his throat was touched by the genitals. Yet the shaft still remained long enough to be grasped by hand. This... from Han Tae-un's perspective, wasn't even half of it in? He seemed aroused, but Soram wasn't sure if it was being properly stimulated.
"Take it out. Eut, you'll hurt your mouth."
Tae-un rubbed the stretched corners of Soram's mouth. Soram stubbornly endured and pressed his tongue against the curve between the glans and shaft. Recalling how Tae-un had done this before, he lowered his head further. His jaw opened achingly.
"Keup, shi, ha..."
Han Tae-un rarely swore. At most, short moans mixed with exclamations slipped out. Still, even this much was enough to know that the usually polite-spoken man was quite aroused now.
When Tae-un had previously prevented him from giving oral, Soram had reacted with defiance like a contrary just from being stopped, not out of a desire to put another man's genitals in his mouth. Even now, it was a charge closer to pride, but if he could excite Han Tae-un to this degree in an instant, it might not be so bad.
With the feeling of swallowing a very large bread all at once, Soram lowered his head more and more to take in the genitals. The glans passed through his mouth and entered his throat. On the sensitive mucous membrane of his tongue, he felt the bulging veins on Tae-un's genitals.
His mouth became soaking wet with saliva. Before he knew it, the sound of Soram's rough breathing was joined by wet noises. The embarrassing friction sounds of chup, jjuk also increased in frequency. At the point where further insertion was impossible, Soram moved his head back and forth while rubbing the remaining shaft with his hand.
"Ah...!"
Tae-un squeezed his eyes shut. Soram's vision narrowed as well. His airway was blocked and tears began to well up. Every time his throat heaved, his mouth rippled and Tae-un's waist also twitched.
"I told you to take it out... Ah, rather, go to the bedroom. Let's have, meut, sex."
No. Soram tightly gripped the pants hanging on Tae-un's hips and glared up at him. And he witnessed it. Tae-un's completely flushed face, and the bulging veins on his arms gripping the sink.
For a moment, Soram's crotch also felt strained. He never thought he would get aroused sucking another man's cock in his life...
He wanted Tae-un to ejaculate in his mouth. He had no idea if swallowing semen would feel good, but he wanted to see the sight of his reason, which always put Jin Soram first, being clouded, replaced by sexual arousal he couldn't endure.
"Jin Soram, ha..."
Tae-un brought one hand that had been hovering near Soram's face to the back of his head. The hand that spread as if cradling his head stopped there. Soram could feel the strength that had entered even the finger joints. It seemed like a fight between the desire to press down and the thought that he had to pull back.
"...Are you going to, do it, to the end, no matter what?"
Soram slightly nodded his head with the genitals in his mouth. Tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes shook and fell. He was determined to keep it in his mouth until Tae-un ejaculated, even if it took all night. Tae-un let out a low sigh mixed with arousal.
"If it hurts, say..., no, just push me away."
"Aheu...!"
In the end, Tae-un's hand that had been firmly resisting pulled the back of his head. The genitals went deeper than the position Soram could insert himself. As his excitement deepened, his waist also moved shallowly back and forth.
"Keuk, keup, aheu."
"Haah, heu..., ah..."
The genitals went in and out of his mouth as if having sex. Of course, the movement was much slower and more careful than ravaging his lower half. In exchange for Tae-un enduring as much as possible to avoid hurting Soram, the strength in his hand gripping the back of Soram's head increased. Soram's oral skills were clearly clumsy, but it was enough for Tae-un, who had no experience other than Soram, to be dyed in arousal.
"Soram-ah..."
The heat felt in Soram's mouth grew stronger. No matter how sturdy a 1st-grade body he had, his mouth corners were now stinging and his jaw was throbbing. And Soram knew from Tae-un's quickened breathing and the low calling of his name that his climax was approaching. Perhaps because it was an unfamiliar experience, his ejaculation was also somewhat fast.
The face breathing heavily with the genitals in his mouth also gradually reddened. The heat in his body wasn't just from lack of breath. Soram tightly pressed his knees together on the floor. Even with strength, his buttocks kept bouncing up and down.
He knew better than anyone that Tae-un wouldn't be satisfied with just once anyway. Even if he took it out of his mouth once, sex would continue many more times afterward. So for now, he focused on doing it with his mouth.
"Ah, haah... keup, haah..."
A crease formed between Tae-un's brows as he squeezed his eyes shut. His neat face was completely distorted, and his bangs were wet with sweat that had formed at some point.
"Ahuk...!"
The moment Soram put strength into his mouth and sucked hard, an irresistible urge to ejaculate rushed over Tae-un. Arousal poured out from his genitals before he could say anything. It was clear Soram wouldn't have listened even if he had said, "I think I'm going to come, take it out."
"Ha, ...! Euk, ..."
Following his broken moans, his genitals spat out semen.
After finishing ejaculation, Tae-un breathed heavily and cupped Soram's cheek, pushing it back. A string of mixed saliva and semen stretched from the genitals that had popped out of his lips. Tae-un's palm was placed in front of Soram's mouth.
"Spit it out."
"I alweady thwallowed thome..."
"..."
The remaining semen flowed down his mouth corners. While the area around his mouth was wet and a mess, his face was flushed red in a lewd appearance, causing Tae-un to momentarily forget his words.
In that instant, the corners of Soram's mouth lifted. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed under his closed lips. Then he smiled brightly again.
"I don't know what it tastes like."
"...Go to the bed. Let's finish."
Tae-un's voice lowered. His voice, having already reached a climax once, was much more drenched in arousal than Soram's.
Soram unsteadily got to his feet. A large hand approached to support him as he staggered from the afterglow. Soram pulled that hand towards his crotch.
"I can't make it to the bedroom. I'm about to come too from sucking you off."
Soram demonstratively pressed his own genitals against Tae-un's palm.
"Heu..."
Rubbing his genitals as if masturbating, Soram glanced at Tae-un's expression and let out a short laugh. He couldn't even call him a stuffy Confucian scholar as a joke now.
'Lean forward.'
Tae-un roughly exhaled and pulled off the sweatshirt he was wearing over his head. Soram leaned against the sink. The spot under his left palm where Tae-un had been gripping earlier was hot to the point of burning.
Tae-un undid Soram's belt and pulled down the zipper. As if it had been waiting, the pants were swiftly pulled down. The light fabric of the suit passed over his buttocks and fell down with the weight of the belt and the phone in his pocket.
And the last piece of fabric covering his lower body, his underwear, was torn off by Tae-un's hand like tissue paper. The back of his lower body that he was sticking out became chilly in an instant.
"Spread your legs more."
It seemed Tae-un was provoked more than Soram had thought. Feeling a slight chill, he pulled one ankle out of his pants and spread his knees to the sides. Trying to stand on his own legs felt more tingling in the back of his knees than when he spread his legs lying on the bed.
"Heup."
Tae-un's two fingers entered Soram's mouth. As if to scoop up the saliva that had pooled in his mouth and the remaining semen, they thoroughly swept the inside and withdrew, soaked. Soon, the wet fingers invaded the center of the tautly exposed crack.
