Semantic Error

“Sigh! Ha, ha…”

As soon as he did that, an erotic moan burst out.
Jaeyoung took advantage of his confused state and put his finger in between his lips so that Sangwoo could bite it.

“Ah, ah… Ughh, huh…”

Sangwoo’s voice was mixed with moisture, as if becoming tearful.
If it was this much now…

“You… Uh, when you start playing the main game… you cry.”

Jaeyoung began to move his hands even faster.
The single fact that Chu Sangwoo, who was on the verge of tears, was lying underneath him, made him quickly reach his peak.
In his ecstatic sense, he didn’t even feel the pain of Sangwoo biting his finger.

“Sang…woo.
Who am I?”

“Shut… up.”

“Why… do you talk like that? Huh… Who am… I?”

“Ah, sch… Jang Jaeyoung, fuck… Hyung.”

As soon as the perfect auditory stimulation had been added, his grip tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut.
The moment the train with the broken engine ran downhill and floated in the air, Jaeyoung felt like he was in a weightless state.

The senses that had accumulated like crazy exploded with a bang and the darkness behind his eyelids became embroidered red with the color of carnal desire.
Sangwoo, who was biting Jaeyoung’s finger to the point where it seemed like it would break, shook his shoulders and groaned.
The two pillars enclosed within one tight grasping hand released the results.
Jaeyoung fell over Sangwoo’s body and gasped.
The dizzying feeling was as vivid as the high he felt after his first orgasm as he held his ejaculating cock.
He felt numb all over.

“Aaah… aaah, aaah…”

The pleasure that made his hair stand on end slowly dissipated and a pleasant drowsiness came over him.
His hand was still covered with semen, when he tried to hug Sangwoo’s quivering shoulders.

“I had no idea you were such a… pervert.”

“… look who’s talking.”

He barely lifted his body and stroked Sangwoo’s cheeks with his dirty hands.
He wiped the tears off the corners of his eyes with the back of his hands.
He pulled his forehead toward himself and grazed his lips on it.

The brief lull had passed.
The two had their chests against each other while breathing heavily, but nothing had been solved.
The pressure he felt against his lower abdomen informed him that Sangwoo, like himself, hadn’t been able to relieve his sexual desire.

The cramped car felt stuffy.
When he raised his upper body, their skinship ended, leaving only a sticky feeling.
Sangwoo covered his face with his arms and closed his eyes as if he had done something bad.

“I can’t since it’s filthy,” Jaeyoung said while pulling his underwear up.

“…”

“At your place… I need to take a shower with you.”

Sangwoo remained silent for a while, with his eyes covered still.

“Do you mean that we’re going to go inside and have sex?”

He had become rather quick-witted these days.

“You don’t want to?”

He had felt a bit strange since earlier.
He understood that there was a sense of rejection, but it didn’t seem to be just that.
However, Jaeyoung didn’t have time to be considerate of Sangwoo then, because he was ambitious.
It was the same now.
His immature cock was in the same state as before, even after discharging once.

“First… get off me.
I have something to tell you, but I can’t do it like this.”

He said so with his clothes undone, his hair covered in sweat, his cheeks covered in semen, and his manhood standing upright.
Jaeyoung, who was staring down at Sangwoo, noisily returned to the driver’s seat.
He adjusted his pants and opened the console and stuffed the condom he had prepared for today into his pocket.
He hadn’t put it on, because he thought he’d take it off again anyway.

In the brief moment he had taken his eyes off him, Sangwoo had gotten out of the car and had begun to walk quickly toward the building.
Why did it look like he was escaping? Jaeyoung rushed out of the car and chased him down.

Running away was like slapping him in the face.
That’s because Sangwoo was flying up the stairs in his unbuttoned shirt, skipping two steps at a time.
Jaeyoung caught up to Sangwoo on the third floor after a short chase.
He recklessly hugged his back from behind, turning him around.

“Why are you running away?”

The stairs to his dark apartment and the lights of the street lamps passed through the window and reflected onto Sangwoo’s eyes.
His eyes, which were void of emotion at first, soon harbored hatred and irritation, but after a vague sense of camaraderie, they now contained something hot.
However, beyond that, Jaeyoung saw embarrassment.
Why? Why did he look so bothered the moment he wore a cap even if he was enjoying things to his heart’s content?

There was something he had wanted to tell him.
It seemed like he had ignored him too much.
However, Jaeyoung didn’t want to hear anything.
He put force into the arm that was wrapped around Sangwoo’s waist.

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