Chapter 12.8
"Don't put it in. Haa, just do it. I like this."
"...But I want to put it in."
"Don't. Just keep doing it. Just... ah."
Haewon adjusted his position beneath Woojin, moving his hips to lock them together more tightly. The surface area of contact increased, and the angle of connection deepened. Woojin's chest, rippling as he rubbed below, heaved as he held his breath.
With his eyes closed, Haewon searched for Woojin's lips. His lips, which had been licking along Woojin's jaw and cheeks, finally found their mark.
Woojin’s mouth, which had been tightly closed, opened, releasing a burst of hot breath. Haewon inhaled it deeply, grabbed the back of his head, and bit his lips.
Heat surged upward. The rise of their bodies and emotions mirrored the sound of an orchestra reaching its climax.
His flushed red tongue traced Woojin’s teeth, stirring inside, darting around like a baby bird urgently begging for food.
Woojin twisted his head. He pressed down hard with his hips, as if penetrating. A mixture of a moan and a sigh burst from Haewon's mouth, devoured by him. Haewon groped and grabbed at Woojin’s shoulder blades, which stood out sharply with every shift in position. His fingers clenched.
They ground and rubbed desperately against each other’s most sensitive places. Woojin’s lower back arched and twitched. Haewon’s heat-filled hands grasped at his tightening buttocks and slick back with urgent need.
This much wasn’t going to be enough to make him come.
Woojin let the strength out of his supporting arms and completely collapsed on top of Haewon. With his body weight pressing down, he reached down with his lower half and grabbed their two erect shafts together.