Swallow Hunting - Chapter 55.1
Fortunately, it did not seem like the other man noticed his unsightly behavior. Thinking it would be better to just sleep, Hae-jun buried his head into the pillow. He was just about to tell Lee Kang-ju that he was too sleepy to continue and needed to close his eyes for a moment. Suddenly, something touched his parted lips. Hae-jun, who had been keeping his eyes shut, snapped his eyelids open.
“Uh…”
Their lips met and then pulled away. It was hard to believe that what had just happened was reality. Hae-jun blinked and stared at Lee Kang-ju right in front of his nose. That face, wearing a faint smile, felt like an illusion.
“Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
“M-me?”
“Because you were staring at me like that.”
Was it that obvious? Hae-jun covered his eyes with both hands. The face revealed beneath them was flushed crimson.
He felt embarrassed. It was as if a secret he had hidden deep in his heart had been discovered.
Their lips collided once more. The man gently coaxed open the tightly bitten lower lip and delved inside. After grabbing Hae-jun’s hands and pinning them against the pillow, he entered even deeper. A thick tongue filled his mouth, leisurely navigating the space between his sensitive palate and his own tongue.
Hae-jun’s eyelashes trembled faintly. Although he had done things much more intense than this countless times, his entire body tingled down to his fingertips whenever their tongues intertwined. His mind felt like it was drifting between the boundary of dreams and reality, and his toes splayed out before curling back in. Even his testicles, which didn’t have a single drop of semen left, twitched, and his member felt as though it might stand up again.
Neither his first kiss nor even his first experience had been this stimulating. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of his mouth, and it was as if his brain had moved out; he couldn’t form a single thought. He was truly in a state of total emptiness.
All his nerves were concentrated on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to be preserved in this state forever. It felt as if a dollop of freshly whipped cream had been placed on his tongue, and his body felt like a scoop of ice cream dropped onto asphalt sizzling under the summer sun.
Lee Kang-ju’s bare body pressed down heavily on Hae-jun. A half swollen member brushed over his thigh like a paintbrush. When Hae-jun inhaled and bent his knees to spread his legs, their members touched and were pressed together firmly.
Heat bloomed like flowers in every spot where they overlapped. On his captured hands, on the brushing skin, on his lips, and deep inside them.
When their lips parted, he felt more than just regret; he felt as if he had been tossed from a warm room into a blizzard outside. This time, Hae-jun brought his lips to the man’s first. He didn’t want to be even slightly apart from Lee Kang-ju. Since he didn’t dare embrace that body, he wanted to take his fill of at least the allowed lips to his heart’s content.
***
When he comes to his senses, he finds himself touching his lips. Hae-jun was absentmindedly fiddling with his lips like a person who had lost their soul, only to be startled awake by the sound of Yohan slamming the table.
“What’s up with you?”
“What is it?”
“The kid has lost it.”
Yohan grabbed both of Hae-jun’s cheeks with his hands and squashed them. He tilted that exceptionally stupid looking face backward, turned it side to side, and lowered it to look at the crown of his head, inspecting him thoroughly like a mother checking for injuries before letting go.
“Me? I’m perfectly sane, why.”
He frowned, but in truth, Hae-jun knew it too. Ever since he had kissed Lee Kang-ju, he had been shackled to the memory of that night all day long like a child who had experienced their first kiss.
Even while riding his bike or looking at his phone to catch a delivery call, Lee Kang-ju’s lips and that night would flash before him. Because of that, he had missed quite a few calls.
Hae-jun covered his face with both hands, pretending to push Yohan away. Even so, his ears and the backs of his hands were burning bright red.
He had thought he was too exhausted to do anything, but the kiss had reignited the fire. He felt like he might collapse at any moment, but he couldn’t reject Lee Kang-ju. Merely mingling tongues wasn’t enough. He wanted to be connected as one and run until the very end. Though he had only leaked clear water instead of semen, Hae-jun didn’t say a word to stop, even while whimpering.
The act only ended after his face, tongue, the inside of his hole, and his belly were covered in the semen Lee Kang-ju had erupted. Hae-jun barely held onto his fading consciousness. His eyelids were more than halfway closed, but he forced them open. He wanted to see Lee Kang-ju off.
Lee Kang-ju didn’t leave immediately. He lay beside Hae-jun and toyed with him. Propping his head up with one hand, he fiddled with Hae-jun’s hair, which had hardened into sharp points from the tangled semen. On his lips was the faint smile characteristic of a male who had satisfied his desires and regained peace.
He squeezed Hae-jun’s nipples and even grabbed his shriveled member with his large hand. He rolled the empty testicles inside his palm and even grabbed the shaft that fit perfectly in his hand, sliding the skin down. As if the dangling flesh was somehow amusing, he spent a long time playing with it, tracing the glans and the dot-like opening with his fingertips.
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