MYFL | Chapter 5.4

If I backed off now, where would Seungjae go? No matter how I imagined it, I couldn’t picture him quietly going home. It would be fortunate if he didn’t grab just anyone passing by to take care of it. Realizing this, Beomchan grabbed Seungjae’s arm and stood up as if he had never hesitated.

“Let’s go up.”

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I don’t even know how I got up to the rooftop. As soon as I opened the front door and stepped inside, Seungjae grabbed the back of Beomchan’s neck as if he had been waiting and pressed their lips together.

“Mm…”

This was actually Beomchan’s first kiss, and it was such a rough first kiss. Beomchan squeezed his eyes shut at the unkind act. Then, he clumsily followed Seungjae’s tongue that was ravaging his mouth. Even though he had no basis for comparison, he could tell that Seungjae was good at kissing. It felt good, which made him even more annoyed.

“Ha, teacher… Have you ever spent heat with someone else?”

Beomchan asked as he barely managed to pull his lips away. He had mustered up the courage to ask, but Seungjae was busy groping his body.

“Why are you asking that?”

Right. What would it matter if he had or hadn’t? Beomchan thought that being obsessed with a first love was something that happened to other people. But when the situation actually arose, he couldn’t just play it cool. It wasn’t the unfairness of him being a first-timer while Seungjae wasn’t; it was just the fact that there were others who had been intimate with him that bothered him.

He was angry. Did he touch other guys like this too? Did he hold and kiss them desperately as if they were the only two left in the world? Thinking about it made him want to have at least one of Seungjae’s firsts.

Unaware of Beomchan’s feelings, Seungjae found his lips again and rubbed them. Beomchan kept his mouth tightly shut and jerked his head up. An annoyed curse flew up from below, along with a grab at his collar, but he ignored it and asked again.

“Well? Have you?”

“Shit, no.”

“Really? You’re not lying?”

“Who would I show this kind of thing to? So hurry up and open your mouth.”

He said he hadn’t!

Beomchan had been so sure he would have—but hearing otherwise felt like receiving an unexpected gift. Overwhelmed, he hugged Seungjae tightly and pressed their lips together, just as he had wanted.

The action of taking off his shoes was hurried. Once he set them down, there was no hesitation, as if he had never worried about it. The small space quickly filled with their pheromones. Just breathing made his lower abdomen tingle.

Beomchan carried Seungjae inside, pressing his lips against his neck.

“Ha, hurry…”

As soon as he laid him on the bed, Seungjae urged him on. He threw off his bothersome glasses and pulled Beomchan’s arm. Their bodies, pressed tightly together, rubbed and groped each other frantically.

Seungjae grabbed one of Beomchan’s hands and guided it to his waist. With trembling fingers, Beomchan began to undo Seungjae’s pants buckle. The only experience he had with taking off someone else’s pants was with kindergarten kids’ elastic ones. Since he wasn’t used to it, his hands kept fumbling.

But there was a limit to how much he could mess up just from nerves. Unable to stand the continued fumbling, Seungjae furrowed his brows and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“…”

He wasn’t just asking about the act of taking off pants. From the kiss to the touches, nothing was done skillfully.

“It’s not your first time, right?”

Seungjae spoke with such certainty that Beomchan was momentarily taken aback. To hear such words before even doing anything…

Just because he had no experience didn’t mean he didn’t know how to do it. But did it show? Was it that obvious?

“…No, so don’t worry.”

Beomchan had no choice but to lie. If Seungjae found out that the guy who had been secretly in love with him for so long was still a virgin, he might find it creepy.

Even Beomchan thought so.

Of course, he hadn’t been waiting only for Seungjae all that time, but even setting that aside, it was still a pretty unsettling thing.

Whether it was the right decision to lie or not, Seungjae took off his shirt without saying much. Beomchan’s throat bobbed at the sight of the bare body revealed before him.

He reached out as if entranced, his large hand grasping Seungjae’s thin ribcage. With his thumb, he rubbed a nipple, kneading it gently. He moved instinctively—bending down, burying his nose in Seungjae’s skin, inhaling his scent. Then, he kissed the nipple he had just been tormenting with his hand.

He stuck out his tongue and gently licked it before parting his lips.

“Ah…”

“Does it feel good here?”

Beomchan asked, watching Seungjae’s reaction.

It was good.

It was good—but too slow.

Unable to bear the insufficient stimulation any longer, Joo Seungjae wrapped his legs around Beomchan’s waist and swiftly flipped their positions. Beomchan blinked in surprise, his face frozen in shock.

“Why, why…?”

Regardless, Seungjae, who had climbed onto Beomchan’s thighs, squeezed Beomchan’s legs between his knees as if binding him. The sight from above was worth seeing. The heated flush across his face and the moist eyes seemed to stir a sadistic pleasure—though Seungjae felt no guilt. Anyone would feel the same seeing that face, after all.

Seungjae could feel himself hardening under his hips. He lifted his head, and his hips twitched. Below him, Beomchan groaned, fumbling with Seungjae’s thighs and buttocks, soon unable to resist as he pushed his upper body up halfway.

Seungjae embraced his back and tangled his fingers in Beomchan’s hair, kissing him all over. Each time, Beomchan’s face lifted in response, resembling a large puppy, making Seungjae’s lips twist.

He shouldn’t get used to this.

He then pushed Beomchan’s shoulders down, laying him back. Trapping Beomchan’s face between his knees, he sat down on his chest. The pressure against his ribcage contorted Beomchan’s expression—something Seungjae found pleasing—so he gently stroked his cheek.

He pushed a thumb between those slightly parted lips. Finally catching on to what Seungjae wanted, Beomchan closed his lips around the thumb, sucking with a soft pop. He then wrapped his arms around Seungjae’s thighs and pulled him in close. His face, pressed against Seungjae’s crotch, was indecently erotic.

Excited, Seungjae reached down. Even as he undressed, Beomchan refused to let the heat subside, continually pressing his lips to Seungjae’s knee. Once the pants and underwear came off, the fully wet tip of his penis was revealed.

Seungjae, filled with anticipation, grabbed it firmly, rubbing the tip against Beomchan’s lips. Beomchan glared up at Seungjae—before sinking his teeth in.

“Ah, don’t startle me.”

Although expected, the fellatio was messy. The sensation of his fangs grazing against him was unpleasant. Seungjae caressed the bulge in Beomchan’s cheek, admonishing him. Fortunately, the good thing was that once taught, he learned quickly. He didn’t seem entirely inexperienced, Seungjae thought.

Seungjae’s thighs trembled as he knelt. They had long passed their limit, and in a moment of mutual frenzy, there was no reason or mind left to consider each other. The moment he felt the moist, soft heat of Beomchan’s mouth, an overwhelming urge to climax made him clench his teeth.

He then grasped Beomchan’s head and began to thrust his hips.

“Cough, gurgle…”

With each deep thrust, a choking sensation made Beomchan’s throat constrict. Seungjae’s hand moved lower, fingers brushing against the trembling nape. Every movement made the soft flesh beneath his chin bulge, the relentless rhythm causing his fingers to trace the visibly throbbing vein along his neck.

Breathless and flushed to the tips of his ears, Beomchan seemed unfazed, as if he didn’t care what happened to him. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, streaming down toward his temples.

“Should I pull out?”

Seungjae muttered nonchalantly, pressing the tip against the roof of Beomchan’s mouth. Their eyes met—bloodshot, heavy-lidded. Instead of answering, Beomchan took him in even deeper, his throat tightening as he sucked with deliberate intensity.

Seungjae stared down at him blankly for a moment—then resumed his movements. A finally freed breath stuttered from his lips.

“Heugh, why, huh…”

Beomchan looked up at Seungjae, puzzled. Was it not good? As he wondered, Seungjae’s organ approached his face again.

“Breathe. This time, I won’t pull out until I’m done.”

At those words, Beomchan swallowed, nodded obediently, took a deep breath, and parted his lips once more. The penis slid forward without hesitation.

Leaning against the headboard, Seungjae bent over slightly, his movements deep and unrestrained. The sound filled the room, reverberating in the quiet space. Though it looked forceful, the one beneath was clearly reveling in the sensation, lost in the moment.

Beomchan’s hands, which had initially rested on Seungjae’s thighs, now gripped his hips, fingers digging in. His touch was rough, possessive, as he spread and kneaded the flesh beneath his palms.

“Ugh, ah… damn, seriously.”

Beomchan, still slick from before, pushed a finger inside himself. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, relentless and unbroken. As the rising sensation neared its peak, Seungjae quickened his pace, driving forward with urgency.

Beomchan’s toes curled inward, his body tensing. His release came in sync with his racing heartbeat, pulsing and spilling deep into the heat surrounding him. A low moan escaped Seungjae as his head tilted back, relishing the tightening sensation—before he abruptly pulled away.

He then quickly grabbed his shaft and shook it.

“Ah….”

“Cough, huh, ha….”

His semen residue shot splattered across Beomchan’s face as he gasped for air, his flushed cheeks, saliva-slicked lips, and damp eyelids painted in the aftermath. Seungjae watched him, gaze lingering as if admiring a masterpiece, before reaching out to pinch his cheek lightly. With a slow, deliberate motion, he wiped at Beomchan’s half-lidded eyes with his thumb.

Bloodshot and dazed, Beomchan struggled to open them.

“Uh….”

At that moment, their eyes locked, and impulsively, Seungjae kissed him. Their lips parted eagerly, tasting the bitter semen.

Beomchan’s head followed the kiss upward. He propped himself up on his elbows against the bed’s surface, then wrapped his large hands around Seungjae’s head, intertwining their tongues more tightly. They parted only when they were both breathless. The moist air of the rooftop room, heavy with the aftermath, seeped into their skin with wet sounds and labored breaths.

Beomchan’s hands, calloused from years as an athlete, frantically explored Seungjae’s body. His hands traveled down from the nape to the small of his back, then grasped his waist and pulled him in tightly. Whether it was from a lack of control or simply a lack of mind to restrain himself, he gripped everything with a throbbing intensity.

“Ah….”