Semantic Error - Chapter 112

“I just have to take responsibility, then.”

What are you talking about? I’m hanging up.
Sangwoo stopped in front of the building. The way he spoke made it seem as if he would immediately hang up, but he stood still with the device against his ear.

As soon as Jaeyoung hung up, Sangwoo finally lowered the phone. He glared at the screen and shouted, “Damn bastard!”

That’s how he normally thought. Jaeyoung quickly walked forward. Sangwoo’s back got closer little by little. As he tried to push through the glass door, he caught up and hugged him from behind.

“It’s me.”

Sangwoo, who had been trying to shake off his touch by quick movements, gradually lowered his elbow. Feeling his own heart pounding, Jaeyoung held him tighter in his arms. Just by hugging, a tingling sensation spread throughout every corner of his body. When he put his nose against his neck and deeply inhaled, he felt a dizziness mixed with the alcohol from earlier.

“3D beats 2D. Right?”

Quite a while passed before he came to senses enough to speak. Sangwoo didn’t laugh at the great joke.

It didn’t take very long before the act of rubbing his nose slowly against his neck became bold. Jaeyoung’s lips slipped over the white skin. He sucked in the skin with a loud sound everywhere he touched it. How could someone’s body be so sweet after working at a cigarette smoke-smelling PC room for hours? Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but Jaeyoung thought that he couldn’t get his head straight.

When he bit the thin skin at the end of Sangwoo’s short hair and licked his way up the back of his ear with his tongue in one go, he felt the body flinch in his arms. Jaeyoung hugged his slightly trembling body more tightly while holding his earlobe between his lips and tickling it by gently curling his tongue.

“Sunbae…”

The hands that had been hugging Sangwoo went down towards his chest as if they represented Jaeyoung’s desire. He patted his flat chest over his clothes and groped at his waist. Sangwoo tightly grabbed the hand and softly murmured, “Give me… time to prepare.”

Instead of answering, Jaeyoung spun his body around so they faced each other. Sangwoo avoided his eyes, face red, with streaks of shadows from the streetlights. Jaeyoung raised his chin with his hand so that they would make eye contact.

‘No.’

As soon as he kissed him without saying a word, he pushed him away.

“Let’s just calm down for a bit.”

‘I said no.’

He silently kissed him again. He didn’t immediately refuse him this time. He enveloped around Sangwoo’s upper lip and gently stimulated the inside of his lower lip with his tongue. He was waiting for his teeth to part, but Sangwoo removed his lips while stepping back.

“I’ve worked all day so I’m dirty. Just one hour…”

‘I told you no.’

Jaeyoung covered his mouth, which wasn’t done talking yet. He wrapped both of his hands around Sangwoo’s neck and pulled his face back towards himself. He tilted his head, tightly aligned their lips and inserted his tongue into the open mouth in order to dig into it. That way, he wouldn’t be able to say anything. That way he’d be able to focus on Sangwoo without any unnecessary thoughts.

Sangwoo didn’t push him away this time. As if he had given up, he soon put strength into the hand holding Jaeyoung’s shoulder. Jaeyoung’s tenacity seemed to have dampened his superior rationality. Sangwoo soon tiptoed and whispered into his ear, “Fine. Got it.”

Seeing Sangwoo passing on his lips and going straight to sucking on his tongue instead, immediately reminded Jaeyoung of the day when they’d first kissed. A tactless impatience without hiding a thing. He put himself together without saying anything unnecessary, which turned Jaeyoung on even more.

Sangwoo’s palm wrapped around Jaeyoung’s cheek and pulled his face towards himself. His lips were crushed and their teeth collided with the quick movement. The roots of their tongues were deeply entwined, suffocating him. Jaeyoung couldn’t close his mouth, so saliva flowed down his chin.

Bang. The back of Jaeyoung’s head hit the glass door. The excited Sangwoo behaved wildly. Jaeyoung pushed the door with his back and pulled him into the dark building. He put his hand inside his clothes and caressed his hot back. He put his finger in the hollow of his lower back and hugged his neck with his palm. When he removed his lips for a second and opened his eyes, Sangwoo’s tightly shut eyelids rose and revealed the turbulent waves behind them.

“It tastes like soju.”

His tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked his lips.

“Alcoholic components can inhibit the central nerve function and cause temporary erectile dysfunction.”

“Go upstairs and see for yourself.”

It didn’t even matter who did it first, but their lips stuck together like magnets again. As they climbed the stairs while kissing, the dark ceiling lit up.

“Mn… Hurry up.”

Contrary to what he’d just said, Jaeyoung pressed Sangwoo against the wall and kissed him again. The unprepared Sangwoo was extremely rough and so, seductive. The desire to quickly go home and what to do to him on the spot clashed.

Because of that, it took a very long time to go all the way up to the fourth floor. Even after barely being able to go upstairs, they were delayed even further as they were kissing in front of the door while trying to unlock it.

And then, into a dark room. They fell straight onto the bed. Sangwoo laid Jaeyoung down and sat on top of him. He pressed their upper bodies together, wrapped around his cheek, grabbed his hair, and kissed him. The bed that had felt like a hospital operating table the previous time felt like a jungle today. The hair on the back of his neck rose in excitement.

Jaeyoung climbed on top and fondled Sangwoo’s hot body, receiving his caress through the suction of his neck and ears. The fingertips worked as if they were his eyes, drawing a nice silhouette in the pitch-black room. Jaeyoung’s hand slipped down the smooth neck. He caressed the muscular back and moved down to hug his lean hips. He tightly pushed his bottom against the stiff jeans and worked down the strong thighs. The hand that climbed inside the leg now stopped by the groin.

“Ah…”

A low moan escaped when he nibbled Jaeyoung’s ear. He merely touched the thick fabric, but it was hard enough to outline the shape. It was proof that he was just as excited as himself. Jaeyoung mischievously held it firmly, then unbuckled it as he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

When he pulled down the pants and slipped his hand over the underwear, Sangwoo put his arms around Jaeyoung’s neck and buried his face in his nape. He touched his bottom with one hand and gently swept up and down his pole with the other. Sangwoo was silently writhing. As he had grabbed his T-shirt and tugged on it hard, Jaeoyung’s shoulders were partly exposed.

Jaeyoung hugged Sangwoo’s body and flipped him over. The latter looked surprised as he had gotten flipped over in a second. He lowered his pants to his thighs and looked at the wet trunk in front of him. Feeling an internal conflict for a moment, he lowered his upper body and put his lips on the protruding part. Sangwoo freaked out and raised his shoulders, but Jaeyoung didn’t care and teased him with his tongue, moving it on the thin fabric that exposed the reddish color underneath.

“Wait. I’m, I’m going to wash up.”

When Sangwoo, who was trying to get up, was forced to lie down again while having his underwear pulled down, his length, which wouldn’t fit all the way back into Jaeyoung’s mouth, made its presence known.

‘I didn’t know I’d ever suck another person’s dick.’

Jaeyoung murmured to himself and put it in his mouth.

“Ah…”

Jaeyoung’s eyes were so wide that he couldn’t stop at even the salty and unpleasant taste. Sangwoo’s penis didn’t look disgusting in the sight of his excitement, which even blew off his repulsion. So he could lick it as enthusiastically as if he was eating delicious ice cream.

“Ah… Uggh…”

He stimulated the scrotum with his hand and used his tongue to lick up the tall pole. When he pulled his teeth up and slightly bit the head, the hand that at some point was approaching the back of his head, pulled his hair.

Seeing as he did that, he knew what he needed to do to make it feel good. Moreover, studying wasn’t exclusive to Sangwoo. Jaeyoung worked hard, armed with both theory and practice. He stimulated the indented pole by sharply raising his tongue. He put his lips together and pressed down the cockhead. He gently rolled the tip with his tongue. He took a deep inhale and strongly forced it into his mouth. He did so while simultaneously having his eyes wide open and looking up at Sangwoo.

Sangwoo looked down at him with half-open eyes. He had a gaze that was mixed with pain and pleasure and directed at Jaeyoung. Jaeyoung knew what he would look like, so he had been very intentional. When he intentionally slowly blinked his eyes slowly and exposed his tongue, the hand on his hair pulled even harder. A rough touch patted his cheek. Then he removed his hands to cover his eyes.

Thinking he was almost there, Jaeyoung made eye contact with Sangwoo and raised the pitch. He pinched his lips together with the penis fully inside his mouth. When he moved up and down with strong pressure, a sweet moan escaped.

“Ah, Fu… Really, uh….”

He was the one getting stimulated, so why was he himself so impatient? He could feel his part swelling like it was going to burst through his underwear. Jaeyoung clasped Sangwoo with one hand and tightly gripped his thigh with the other. When he moved up and down that way, Sangwoo raised his knees and moved his hips.