Double Junk - 186

“Ugh! Oh, why again!” Ajin pushed Seokju’s handsome forehead with his palm. But Seokju didn’t move and continued to swallow Ajin’s member.

Twisting his body and trying to resist, Ajin soon began to release a sticky moan. His mind was dizzy from Seokju’s palate, deep throat, and tongue crushing and pressing against his genitals.

“Ah, uh, mm, hup, ugh…”

Ajin awkwardly moved his hips. Seokju not only didn’t avoid him but pushed his face further forward, taking the flesh deep into his mouth.

Ajin, trembling, quickly reached his second climax. Seokju swallowed every drop of semen without leaving anything behind. He firmly held Ajin, who was about to slip down weakly, and licked him thoroughly. It was so persistent, like a beast that hadn’t eaten for days.

Ajin just trembled intermittently, doing nothing and saying nothing.

The heat tangled in his chest disappeared without a trace. He liked the feeling of his body cooling down. His eyelids felt heavy, and his eyes slowly closed.

His body felt heavy. But it wasn’t an unpleasant heaviness. It was like the weight after finishing intense exercise.

While Ajin lay collapsed, Seokju wiped his genitals and groin with a wet towel. Then he carefully dressed him in underwear and pants.

By then, Ajin, barely regaining consciousness, tried to get down from the shelf. Whether Seokju had sucked his c0ck or he had ejaculated twice in his mouth, he just wanted to sleep now. Let’s think about everything else tomorrow, tomorrow. Just as he quickly concluded this, Seokju came close and lifted him by supporting his waist and buttocks.

“Please rest. I’ll take you to the room.”

Seokju seemed to know that Ajin was so tired he could barely keep his reason. Ajin momentarily considered pushing him away. Would you be able to sleep? He wanted to sarcastically remark that he had ejaculated twice in his subordinate’s throat, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“…”

Ajin shifted slightly and easily found a comfortable position. He placed his chin on Seokju’s shoulder and leaned his head towards him. He relaxed his arms and released tension from his limbs. Then his body stuck closely to Seokju.

He felt Seokju’s thick and firm chest. A cool energy oozed from him. His heavy breath brushed Ajin’s nape. Somehow, even Seokju’s breath felt refreshing.

As Seokju walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway, his body gently swayed. Ajin liked that. It was perfect for sleeping.

Ajin, nestled deeply in Seokju’s embrace, his cheeks flattened, slowly closed his eyes. Falling asleep took an instant.

Ajin had slept long enough to make his waist feel stiff. He rubbed his face against the pillow and stretched long. Tap-tap, raindrops were knocking on the window. The digital clock was approaching noon, but due to the long rainy season, the world was dark. He even liked that.

Cool air conditioning. A leisurely nap. The dim interior. The sound of rain hitting the window. It was a perfect environment for spending a weekend at home.

Ajin wrapped himself in the air-conditioned blanket for a while. Then, slowly rising and casually looking around the room, he saw a large figure sitting on the sofa, or more precisely, sleeping on the sofa.

It was Seokju.

“…”

Ajin rose from the bed as if hypnotized. Then, lifting his heels, he quietly approached him.

Seokju was asleep, his head tilted sideways. He was covered with a thick knit sweater like a blanket, and papers and a tablet were scattered on the table. The indirect light next to the sofa was on, and a pen was loosely held in his hand, suggesting he had fallen asleep without even realizing it.

“…”

Ajin stared down at Seokju.

Wondering why he was sleeping uncomfortably here instead of his own proper room, he remembered the nosebleed from last night.

…He was worried.

Still, catching a cold while sleeping without a blanket in this cold room… Ajin pouted and grabbed the air conditioning remote from the neatly arranged table, pressing the temperature up repeatedly. Then he went, “Eh,” and turned it off.

The room became quiet. Only the sound of raindrops sticking to the window was loud.

Ajin slipped his bottom onto the sofa table and began seriously observing Seokju.

The sleeping Seokju was completely different from last night when he had sucked his c0ck. Quiet, peaceful, and silent. It felt like the early morning sea. Like an untouched deep forest.

Looking at him defenseless in sleep, Ajin remembered Seokju from a past life. The one who had come to find him worried after Kkocnim’s funeral, when he wasn’t eating. The one who couldn’t sleep, had a nosebleed, collapsed, was taken to the hospital, and eventually fell asleep in his arms. He had seen him sleeping for three days straight.

His face then and now were very similar.

Ajin hugged his legs and rested his chin on his knees. His fixed gaze sometimes looked at the past Seokju, sometimes at the present Seokju.

Looking and looking, an awkward feeling grew.

It was greed.

Not a feeling that had just risen, he first recognized it yesterday when Seokju said “as the boss’s person”. That sudden feeling of greed had continued until now. No, it had grown bigger. Seeing Seokju sleeping so defensively in his room made it even stronger.

He wanted to keep him by his side, lock him up, prevent him from moving, and make him do everything in front of his eyes. He wanted Seokju to ask permission for even the smallest thing.

He couldn’t understand what this feeling was. Not an object, but feeling greed towards a person. It wasn’t normal.

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So what.

What if I’m not normal.

Who’s going to criticize me.

“……”

Ajin slid his legs off the table and shifted his hips to the edge. He looked at Seokju from a closer distance. In his dark navy eyes, gloomier than usual, Seokju filled the entire space.

This Seokju wasn’t the Seokju he knew anyway.

The Seokju who had tormented him was dead. The one who trampled on him, cursed at him, and hurt him no longer existed in this world. The Seokju before him now was someone else. Only the face was the same.

Thinking that far, Ajin bit his lower lip tightly.

…Then, can’t I get closer?

Can’t I have you here, at least?

This time, can’t I be the one to grab you and shake you?

It hadn’t even been a few days since he vowed to stand on his own, yet his resolve wavered so quickly. Perhaps tomorrow, he might feel differently again.

But he couldn’t help it. In his past life, Ajin had spent nearly two years with Seokju. They had been caught in a tug-of-war, tossed about, and died together at the same moment. That alone still made his bl00d boil, yet here they were, meeting again after 70 long years.

He had hated, resented, missed, and envied him. He’d felt lonely, irritated, and jealous. There was no rule that said he wasn’t allowed to want him.

Ajin didn’t know where the destination of these tidal waves of emotions would be, but at this moment, he wanted Seokju. Desperately.

Ajin moved closer to Seokju. His hips left the table, and his hand pressed down beside Seokju’s thigh. He could feel the steady rhythm of Seokju’s breathing, inhaling and exhaling. Ajin froze for a moment in that position, licking his lips nervously, then boldly climbed onto Seokju’s lap.

Even then, Seokju didn’t wake up. Instead, as if he welcomed the warmth of Ajin’s body, his cold hands loosely wrapped around Ajin’s thighs. Ajin hooked his fingers under the sweater draped over Seokju’s body and slid it aside. The pen Seokju had been holding fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Then, Ajin looked down at Seokju again.

Up close, Seokju’s face was as handsome as ever. The faint, indirect light illuminated only half of his face, casting a shadow beyond his sharp nose that made him look unnecessarily striking. His masculine, angular jawline was seductive. The subtle rise of his cheekbones, the hollow at the bridge of his nose, and the slope of his brow bone were perfectly balanced.

Ajin’s fingertips wandered for a moment before lightly brushing against Seokju’s cheek. At the warmth of the touch, Seokju’s eyebrows twitched slightly but soon relaxed again. In his sleep, Seokju pulled Ajin’s thighs closer, pressing their bodies together as if he liked the heat radiating from Ajin.

Ajin liked Seokju’s reaction too. He didn’t know what Seokju’s mind might think, but his body seemed to want him.

Ajin stayed in Seokju’s embrace for a while. He listened to the rhythmic sound of raindrops pattering outside. Then, he pressed his lips firmly against Seokju’s sharp jawline before pulling away.

It was a bold, unhesitant kiss, like stealing a taste. Having done it once, it wasn’t hard to do it again.

Straightening his back, Ajin cupped Seokju’s face in his hands. Then, he leaned in toward Seokju’s cold lips. His lower lip brushed against Seokju’s first. Then his upper lip. The unfamiliar sensation startled Ajin, making him pull his head back quickly.

The kiss didn’t even make a sound. It was so fleeting it could be called a graze.

“……”

Ajin exhaled slowly through his nose. He clenched his lips briefly, then relaxed them before leaning in again. This time, he gently sucked on Seokju’s lower lip before letting it go. Next, he sucked on the upper lip and released it. By that point, there was nothing left to hesitate about.