Three Eight

A splatter—splat. Milky semen spurted up and quickly began to drip down over Mu-gyeong’s hand. Still, his hand kept stroking, gripping both their cocks together, not missing a beat. Gasping as his chest heaved, Hongju barely managed to lift his wet eyelids. The intense, predatory eyes that met his gaze were still devouring him whole.

"......"

"Ngh."

A tight crease formed between Mu-gyeong’s brows, and soon, cloudy fluid began spurting from his own cock as well. This was the same man who supposedly wore gloves because he hated filth. Yet now, coated in both their cum, looking wet and ruined, the sight felt strangely surreal.

"You cum real easy when I touch you."

Maybe it was from the excitement—his voice was low, scratchy, and rough. Sitting up, Mu-gyeong used his wet hand to tug down the shorts clinging to Hongju’s thigh and tossed them aside completely. His eyes, now fully adjusted to the darkness, sharply scanned Hongju’s body. Thin, pale legs. A flat, even belly. Pronounced hipbones. On top of it all, a mess of semen—who knew whose it even was—scattered and pooling. It was still a body that whetted his appetite.

Mu-gyeong licked his lips and lifted one of Hongju’s slender legs onto his shoulder. At that, Hongju bent his knee and twisted his body away.

"I’ve never... even if you do it, it won’t feel good."

"I know, you’re a virgin."

Mu-gyeong lifted the corner of his lips in a sly smirk and gripped the inside of Hongju’s thigh. But his cum-soaked hand slid off almost immediately, leaving only a red handprint. This time, his broad hand crept further inward. He caressed the small, round mound beneath the shaft, then scratched gently at the perineum with a short fingernail. Each time, Hongju’s thighs tensed tightly in response.

"You didn’t answer me earlier."

"...Haa."