Chapter 8.2
Haewon unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. Slipping his hand inside, he leaned his forehead against his own, his breath hot and visible as his slightly parted, flushed lips breathed out.
He slid his hand over the sticky, hot flesh. His flesh column hardened stubbornly. He pressed sharply on the boundary of pleasure. Their foreheads parted. Haewon gazed up at him distantly, licking his wet lips with his tongue.
"Turn around."
The man, whose endurance was tested, demanded in a subdued voice. No, he commanded. Haewon flipped over, supporting himself on the seat with his knees and gripping the backrest. He took off his pants. And then he pulled Haewon's underwear aside.
It wasn't yet the weather to turn on the air conditioning, so the heat and humidity from their bodies made the car's interior oppressively hot and damp. He pulled up Haewon's shirt until his back was fully exposed. It was an ambiguous state of being neither fully dressed nor undressed.
As he touched the back, he moistened below with saliva and then thrust inside. His hot form overwhelmed Haewon.
"Ugh...!"
Haewon bit his lip. His body felt like it would collapse under the weight pressing down on him. His arms barely held him up, trembling. He thrust inside rapidly and forcefully. It seemed to be his preference now. He controlled the situation and his own libido with strong force, holding tightly to the steering wheel with one hand and forcefully lifting from below with the other, pulling on Haewon's hair.
"Ah!"
His head was thrown back. It felt like his neck might break. Hyun Woojin turned Haewon's head and kissed him. His tongue ravaged Haewon's mouth as if plunging below. Haewon parted his lips further, trying to rub as much of his tongue as he could.
His movements became hotter and more intense. A pleasure that felt like it was striking his lower body surged through him. His breathing grew rough. The pouring heat from his bare back seemed to blow his mind. A desperate moan escaped.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, stop, please stop.