Double Junk - 187

Ajin stood on his knees and lightly pressed Seokju’s chin with his thumb. Then, tilting his head sideways, he swallowed his lips. Chok- chok, an unfamiliar ticklish sound spread through the silent room.

Ajin’s kiss was clumsy. It couldn’t be helped since this was probably his first time kissing someone asleep.

“This isn’t right…”

Repeatedly pressing and removing his lips, Ajin wrinkled his nose. Then, raising his eyebrows slightly, he poked his tongue between Seokju’s lips. The warm tongue pushed between Seokju’s teeth. Just as Ajin was about to exhale deeply and push his tongue deeper—

Seokju slowly opened his eyes.

“…” “…”

They were so close that the fluttering of eyelashes could be heard. Their gazes met. Ajin froze completely. His tongue, not yet withdrawn, peeked out awkwardly between his lips.

He had bitten and sucked the lips thinking it was okay to wake up, but he hadn’t prepared a strategy. What should he do? What should he say? Maybe he could just confidently say, “Go back to sleep. Pretend you’re still asleep.”

While Ajin was frantically thinking, Seokju slightly furrowed his eyes. Sleepiness was thick on his eyelids.

“…Ajin?”

The heavy, drowsy voice made Ajin tremble and come to his senses. He belatedly realized how mischievous he had been. As he was about to pull back in surprise—

Grab. His nape was caught.

Seokju clearly hadn’t fully awakened. But the hand gripping his nape was strong and persistent. His waist was also caught. The long arm was like a lasso. When Ajin unconsciously twisted his body, Seokju pulled him close and immediately devoured his lips.

“Uh…”

Literally devoured. Ajin’s kiss was just a gentle peck, but Seokju opened his mouth and completely swallowed Ajin’s lips. He was so aggressively advancing that Ajin’s head was pushed back despite Seokju being beneath him.

Sucking Ajin’s lips entirely, Seokju moved his hand from the nape to Ajin’s cheek and chin. Then he forcefully pushed his hot tongue into Ajin’s slightly parted lips.

Feeling the hot and wet sensation, Ajin clutched Seokju’s clothing.

Seokju pressed so close that their lower lips were crushed. He explored Ajin’s mouth with his tongue, brushing teeth, scraping the palate, and sucking saliva from Ajin’s confused tongue.

Suddenly withdrawing his tongue, he bit the lower lip and licked from the mouth to the chin, coating it with saliva. His wet breath directly reached Ajin.

Ajin’s eyelids loosened dreamily. It was a kiss incomparably more intense than the one he had been creating alone. Stimulating and lewd. In the quiet room with only rain sounds, strange wet sounds rose—chup, chup.

Receiving Seokju’s aggressive assault, Ajin began moving awkwardly. Lightly sucking Seokju’s lips, he pressed his tongue against Seokju’s moving tongue. He bit and released Seokju’s lips.

The kiss continued endlessly. It grew deeper and wetter. Every time he changed the angle, the brushing noses, mixing breaths, and approaching warmth were so good it gave him goosebumps.

Seokju touched Ajin everywhere. Stroking his back, kneading his thighs, caressing his hair, groping his waist. Those touches were desperately needed. It felt like burning.

Those lustful touches made Ajin impatient too. Moving his hand from the clothing, he hugged Seokju’s straight neck. Pressing the thick, heated erection he felt below and pressing his body closer. While sucking Seokju’s lower lip.

Suddenly. Seokju pulled his face back.

Confusion spread like a curtain over his black eyes burning with sexual desire. He moved his lips glistening with unidentifiable saliva.

“This is…” “…” “A dream…” “No. Not a dream.”

Ajin briefly retorted, tilting his head to reconnect their lips. Even that momentary separation was regrettable. He wanted to consume more of Seokju’s lips. Wanted to rub their tongues more. He thought they could do even lewder things.

But. Seokju pushed Ajin’s arms back. Confusion was flooding his face that had been full of beast-like desire.

“No. No.”

Seokju whispered, not to Ajin but to himself. He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them and took a deep breath. Through the thin home wear, his collarbone was prominent. His upper arm had thickened, and his chest was deeply hollowed between his pectorals.

Seeing this, Ajin moved his face closer. His face, heated from kissing, was overflowing with seduction.

“Why not?”

His sunken voice was huskier than usual. With Seokju’s saliva smeared on his red lips and a deep gaze, Seokju couldn’t regain his senses at all. His eyebrows twisted in the dizzying moment of his reason completely shaking.

“…Ajin.” “Yes.”

Ajin whispered again. Low and secretly. He invaded the deepest part of Seokju’s pitch-black eyes. Seokju’s adam’s apple moved significantly. Watching Seokju change moment by moment, Ajin whispered like casting a spell.

“Do it.” Seokju’s black eyes grew darker. “You can do it.” His parched lips slightly opened. “Do it.”

As soon as Ajin finished his last words, his chin was roughly grabbed. Their lips immediately collided. Ajin was gladly devoured. Seokju exhaled an excited breath. While supporting Ajin’s waist and back, he laid him on the sofa.

Ajin’s soft hair spread over the sofa. Seokju, climbing on top of him, sucked and resucked Ajin’s lips. Ajin lightly smiled and opened his mouth.

Soon their tongues intertwined. Since Seokju was on top, the tongue pushing into his mouth felt heavier than before. Ajin eagerly moved his chin, sucking and licking Seokju’s tongue. Occasionally, he would stroke Seokju’s temples, ears, or jawline that would swell and rise.

In contrast, Seokju did not touch Ajin. Supporting himself by placing his arms beside Ajin’s face, he roughly gripped the sofa and passionately sucked at the lips. It seemed like he was building a wall around himself.

Ajin noticed this but showed no particular reaction. It didn’t matter. The mixing of lips was provocative and stimulating enough.

Ajin felt he could reach climax from the endlessly rising atmosphere, Seokju’s bangs brushing his forehead, and the occasional deep eye contact.

“Nn, ah…” “…”

The passionate kiss continued. Tongues interweaved, breaths tangled, lips were pressed. Eventually, jaws creaked and lips tingled. Yet the kiss grew increasingly intense. Neither seemed ready to pull away.

Ajin, thinking they might continue until night fell, raised his knee. Then, pretending to shift, he slightly touched Seokju’s lower body.

Provoking Seokju first – in a previous life, he would never have imagined this. Was it pure desire, or a mix of personalities blending? He kept wanting to touch, stimulate, and tease Seokju.

He felt Seokju’s heavy erection beyond his knee. Not having touched it directly, he couldn’t confirm if it still had the same snake-like presence, but judging by its weight, it seemed either larger or at least not smaller.

Suddenly, his throat went dry. Even while sucking Seokju’s saliva, his thirst wasn’t quenched.

Ajin, stroking Seokju’s neck, slipped his hand inside Seokju’s top. As he caressed the protruding shoulder blades and smoothly traced down the firm back, Seokju’s lips suddenly pulled away with a “chut” sound.

Ajin stared with his mouth slightly open, questioning with his eyes.

Seokju gently pushed Ajin’s knee aside and let out a long sigh. Then, with trembling hands, he brushed back his disheveled hair. After blinking several times and catching his breath, he muttered in his characteristic low voice:

“No more. This cannot continue.” “…”

Ajin tilted his head sideways, looking up at him. His face was incredibly sensual – relaxed eyelids, swollen lips, flushed cheeks filled with carnal desire, and wet navy blue eyes. Seokju was nearly about to dive into Ajin’s lips again.

Grinding his back teeth, he urgently rose from the sofa.

“I should go. I’m leaving now.”

He left the room in a rush, not even gathering his phone or belongings, as if fleeing. The door slammed shut with a bang.

Slowly rising, Ajin looked at the closed door and quirked his lips. His fingertips rhythmically tapped the sofa’s backrest.

Seokju’s body heat lingered on his palm. Feeling an itchy yet cool sensation, Ajin clenched his fist.

And that night, the rainstorm that had been disrupting the world for days finally ended.

Return of Fate

Ajin from the dream and past lay in the family living room. Instead of using the perfectly good sofa, he was sprawled face-down on the marble floor. His cheek pressed against the floor, seemingly enjoying the cold rising from below.

Seonhwa, holding a teacup, was familiar with Ajin’s behavior. She stepped over his stretched-out legs to sit on the sofa. Crossing her elegant legs, she scanned news articles on her tablet and asked:

“There’s an unfamiliar car in the parking lot. Did you buy another one?” “Yes.” Ajin confirmed with a pressed voice. “Why?” “Because it’s pretty.” “…”

One of Seonhwa’s eyebrows slightly raised. Ajin didn’t look at her, but he could fully anticipate her expression. He also expected her underlying displeasure. Pressing the opposite cheek to the floor, he mumbled:

“What can I do? I want it.”