LG Chapter 51

Warning: Mature content ahead.

T/N: Guys I had promised before to make chapter 51 free for everyone but that was what got my Patreon account suspended so I am just uploading it here.

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Chapter 51

As the d*ck in his hand grew in size, he suddenly grimaced and muttered.

“It’s getting bigger without knowing its place.

“Hyung, you’re the one touching it… what are you talking about…?”

Noeul whispered, blushing. Kyungsoo, still seemingly fascinated, fiddled with it with both hands, gauging its size with his palm.

“…Amazing. This has been inside? Then… it must have reached at least this far.”

“…Hyung!”

Kyungsoo spread his palm and measured the depth Noeul’s d*ck would go into his stomach, clicking his tongue and muttering.

“…How the fuck am I still alive?”

“How would I know? Rather than that, hyung…”

“Anyway, just like its owner, this dick doesn’t know moderation… How is this a pepper? Sorry, pepper. I should compare it to something comparable. This is… a leg, a leg. From now on, you’re walking on five legs.”

“Five… what are you talking about again… I’m a human, I don’t normally walk on four legs.”

“Don’t talk back!”

“Ah, hyung, you really are drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. What the hell have you been saying?”

Kyungsoo started talking along the flow of his drunken consciousness. Noeul let Kyungsoo continue his strange words and bold actions, and moved the hand that was subtly rubbing his waist down to grasp his bare buttocks. They fit perfectly in his hand. The texture was also nice. He kneaded Kyungsoo’s pert buttocks, then moved his hand between the two mounds, causing Kyungsoo to flinch.

“Huu, hey…”

Noeul’s lips landed on his slightly flustered face. He tightened his grip on Kyungsoo’s buttocks, spreading them apart, and pressed his wet fingers near the opening. A low moan escaped Kyungsoo’s lips. Even without being touched, Kyungsoo’s d*ck was already half-hard. The sight of water droplets clinging to the tip and then dripping off was arousing.

“Uh.”

Noeul grabbed Kyungsoo’s wrist, turned him around, and made him lean against the wall. Kyungsoo tried to look back as if wondering what he was doing. Soon, a slippery liquid touched his body. As the shower stream poured over it, fragrant white foam formed.

Noeul turned the shower lever to weaken the water stream and trailed his hand down Kyungsoo’s back from his nape, tickling him. White foam remained wherever his hand passed.

“What are you, huh…?”

“Washing you. Hyung, you’re drunk, so I’ll wash you.”

“I’m not dru… ohh…”

He twisted his waist involuntarily as Noeul’s slippery hand brushed past his stiff nipples. Noeul rubbed his swollen d*ck against Kyungsoo’s buttocks and caressed his nipples with his fingers. He could feel Kyungsoo’s heartbeat more strongly than ever through the thin skin.

And then, his slowly descending hand reached between Kyungsoo’s thighs. He squeezed out a bit more body wash and rubbed it between Kyungsoo’s legs, the white foam running down his shapely legs. Noeul’s d*ck twitched.

“Hyung, can you… close your legs and stand still?”

“What?”

“If you’re not drunk, you can do that much, right?”

“Of course!”

Kyungsoo, without fully grasping what Noeul was doing, obediently closed his legs and adjusted his posture. The bathroom, heated with passion, was hot and humid, but the bathroom tiles against his cheek were cold.

With a sudden clarity, Kyungsoo blinked and turned his head at the sensation against his thighs. Noeul had inserted his d*ck between Kyungsoo’s slick, foamy thighs.

“Noeul? …Uh!”

“Mm…

Noeul’s hand moved along Kyungsoo’s lean back, holding him from behind and moving his hips. The skin on the inside of Kyungsoo’s thighs was the most delicate and soft. Kyungsoo reflexively twitched his closed legs. Noeul forced his d*ck into the narrow gap between Kyungsoo’s thighs, rubbing it against the skin. The slippery body wash had mostly been washed away.

Noeul brought the hand that was holding Kyungsoo’s waist forward and kneaded his stiff nipples. With his other hand, he gently moved upward all the while caressing him, then moved up to lightly grasp his d*ck.

“Ah, Noeul, good…ah, huh…”

“…I like it too.”

“Mm, I like you too…”

Kyungsoo mumbled his affection, seemingly unaware of what he was saying. Noeul was half out of his mind at this rare display of honesty. Conversation was nearly impossible.

Slap, slap.

Thee wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the bathroom.

Lost in the warm shower stream, the subtle pleasure in their lower bodies, and the warmth of each other, they were engrossed in sensation.

I, I think I’m going to… Scratching the wall with his curled fingers, Kyungsoo let out a heated moan, and soon, trembling, he came in Noeul’s hand. Noeul continued to stimulate Kyungsoo’s d*ck until the very moment he came. Because of this, Kyungsoo’s legs almost gave way, but Noeul firmly caught him.

“Mm…”

He gently grasped Kyungsoo’s chin, turning his head for a light kiss. The heat radiating from Noeul’s face must have been a significant stimulation for Kyungsoo as well, as his d*ck, which had shrunk after coming, began to grow again.

Noeul’s fingers, which had been rubbing at Kyungsoo’s entrance, pushed inside. The relaxed opening was hotter than he expected. Noeul gradually inserted more fingers while rubbing his d*ck against Kyungsoo’s body. Then, he gently pressed his lower body against the opening, continuing to stimulate Kyungsoo’s sensitive d*ck, which had only recently come.

“Huuuh, uh…”

Soon, his fingers slipped out, and his thick d*ck stretched the entrance tautly and pushed in. It was their first time in a week. Kyungsoo arched his back and took a deep breath. Noeul lightly kissed Kyungsoo’s chin as he slowly pushed his d*ck in, holding his jaw. Kyungsoo moaned at the unfamiliar sensation, even after several times. It was their first time doing it standing. The slow push into the narrow passage was hot and stimulating. Noeul nuzzled his neck while rubbing against his body. As Kyungsoo finally relaxed, Noeul thrust the remaining length of his d*ck inside with a single push.

“Huh!”

Kyungsoo’s legs gave way. With his collapsed posture, Noeul’s d*ck slipped out as well. Noeul knelt down behind Kyungsoo, who was now kneeling with his hands against the wall.

“Wai, wait… uh…!”

“If it’s too much, just sit on me like this.”

“How can I si… haaah!”

Noeul aligned his d*ck with Kyungsoo’s opening again and pushed in, clasping Kyungsoo’s hands together and pressing them against the wall as he slowly began to thrust. With each thrust of Noeul’s thick d*ck sliding out and then slamming back in, Kyungsoo’s chest heaved. However, with his hands pressed against the wall and Noeul clinging tightly behind him, there was nowhere for him to escape.

“Uuh, huh, good…”

“Mm… me too.”

Unable to move his body, Kyungsoo gritted his teeth every time he clearly felt Noeul’s d*ck throbbing inside him. With his hands and legs bound, the only movement Kyungsoo could manage was moving his hips up and down.

“You have no consci… uh! ence, you bas… tard…”

“Conscience? Who started it?”

Kyungsoo, struggling to think straight, suddenly widened his eyes and muttered.

“…Me?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry.”

Noeul chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly.

“Hyung, you’re really drunk.”

“Ah…ugh!”

Kyungsoo held his breath every time Noeul thrust his hips. Noeul embraced his panting lover and continued to thrust.

Even though he was clearly inside him, and he was holding him, Noeul felt a growing thirst. He pressed his body against Kyungsoo, who had felt distant lately, and left a small kiss mark on the back of his neck. Kyungsoo wouldn’t be able to see it himself in the mirror, but anyone looking from behind would easily spot it.

“Ah, huu, knees… my knees hurt.”

Kyungsoo glanced back, tears welling in his eyes. Noeul figured it was probably because of the hard floor. He pulled his d*ck out of Kyungsoo and turned him around, holding his waist.

“Hold my hand and stand up.”

Noeul helped him up and lifted one of his legs, placing it around his waist before inserting his d*ck again.

“Ugh…!”

“Hyung, it’s echoing.”

“Uh, yeah… So what… You shut up…”

Noeul smiled faintly and gave him a short kiss.

“Just saying… I didn’t mean anything by it. I like it. You can keep making noise.”

“Huu…!”

As if he had gotten used to it, Kyungsoo tilted his head back, moaning and wrapping his arms around Noeul’s neck. Noeul wanted to cling even tighter to Kyungsoo, who was clinging to him. He gripped Kyungsoo’s leg wrapped around his waist and his back tightly, thrusting his d*ck deep inside. He rubbed the sensitive spot inside Kyungsoo with his d*ck, enveloped by the warm inner walls, and Kyungsoo’s shoulders trembled.

“Huu, wai, wait.”

Kyungsoo, moaning heatedly in his ear, fumbled in the air and brought his hands to his stomach, feeling around. Wondering what he was doing, Noeul thrust his hips once more, and Kyungsoo moaned and cried out about his conscience again.

“Honestly, honestly you’re… too big without a consci… uh… ence. I really think it touched here.”

“Uuh, ugh…”

“No? What do you think? If I press… Ah, shit…”

Noeul’s eyes widened at Kyungsoo’s words as he felt around his stomach, and he barely managed to suppress his impending orgasm. Noeul’s grip tightened. Kyungsoo rambled on, oblivious or not.

“So next time, let’s fold it in half and put it in…”

“…What? What are you talking about… I’d die.”

“You won’t die. Have you tried it?”

“…I don’t want to try it…”

“Why not? Huu… Then who will I do it with?”

“…With me. But I don’t want to fold it.”

“Huh? Fold what?”

“…”

He was still spouting nonsense, clearly not in his right mind. Noeul laughed in disbelief and wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo’s back, churning his d*ck inside. Unable to contain their moans as they were overcome with the sensation, they were lost in pleasure. Noeul thought Kyungsoo, hanging onto him with his legs wrapped around his waist, was adorable. Their lips met, and their tongues tangled. As Noeul sucked on Kyungsoo’s tongue, he thought, absurdly, that even his saliva was sweet.

Wet sounds continued to emanate from where they were joined. Noeul’s mind was filled with nothing but Kyungsoo. Whether his eyes were open or closed, it was all Kyungsoo. The sudden thought that hyung might feel the same way made his lower abdomen tighten.

“Hyung, Kyungsoo hyung, uh, huh…”

“…Haah, huh!”

It was an intense orgasm, so intense that his vision went white. At the same time, Kyungsoo squeezed his eyes shut and came. Noeul nibbled on Kyungsoo’s lips, thrusting shallowly. Kyungsoo flinched as Noeul’s semen spread deep inside him. Noeul wanted to possess even his lover’s gasps, he thought. Lost in the afterglow, they breathed in and out without a word.

“Sleepy?”

“…A little.”

Kyungsoo nodded slightly, his eyes half-closed as if fatigue was setting in. Noeul brushed back his sweat and water-soaked hair. The way Kyungsoo leaned against him, as if relying on him, made his chest swell. Noeul smiled slightly and hugged Kyungsoo.

His d*ck slowly slipped out. Kyungsoo’s body twitched as the semen that had pooled inside dribbled down. Turning Kyungsoo around, Noeul gazed with satisfaction at the entrance where he had been, rubbing between the folds. As if it had never opened, the tightly closed entrance leaked whitish fluid down Kyungsoo’s thighs.

“…”

Now that I think about it, now that hyung’s busy work is all done, it’s okay for me to keep him all to myself from today, right…? We can cuddle up and watch silly dramas on TV, kiss when we feel like it, have sex day and night whenever our eyes meet, eat facing each other when we’re hungry, just… always together. Hyung can’t make excuses about being busy or not wanting to be a bother anymore.

“What are you doi…ng, Noeul…”

Noeul spread Kyungsoo’s legs again. It was only possible because Kyungsoo wasn’t fully aware yet.

“Haa…!”

His d*ck plunged in, stretching open the entrance that had barely closed. Kyungsoo tilted his head back, cursing under his breath. He whispered secrets into Kyungsoo’s ear, thrusting his hips as Kyungsoo instinctively twitched his hips, still drifting off to sleep.

After another round of sex, Kyungsoo continued to doze even as Noeul cleaned up. He mumbled absently as he watched Noeul diligently cleaning the semen from inside him.

“…Noeul, you’re… really pretty.”