Double Junk - 198

Firm skin. Thick muscles. Well-defined abs. Flawless skin without a single scar. Sharply protruding collarbones. Ajin’s chest expanding gently with each of Seokju’s breaths. Ajin stared at it intently and reached out his hand.

“……”

Seokju’s skin felt cool to the touch. Not ice-cold, but a little lower than lukewarm. Yet, in contrast to Ajin’s flushed body temperature, it felt refreshingly cool.

Ajin touched Seokju’s body all over without hesitation. He kneaded his thick biceps that couldn’t be grasped in one hand, caressed the tightly bunched muscles on his sides, traced his collarbones, and placed his palm on his chest to feel the thudding of his heartbeat.

Ajin had a flushed expression. This was the first time he had touched Seokju’s body so intimately. The first time in all his past and present lives. It felt strange. He thought he now understood why Seokju’s past self had always massaged his body so thoroughly, brushing his lips against him and gazing at him intently.

After caressing Seokju for a while, Ajin realized he hadn’t taken off any of his own clothes. Without a shred of embarrassment, he hurriedly shrugged off his top. The Seokju in front of him was not the same Seokju whose body he had merged with countless times. Yet, he felt no shame at all.

In broad daylight, with the sunlight streaming in through the windows, Ajin’s body was fully exposed. His skin was so white. A faint glow seemed to emanate from around him. It was as if a mist had settled around him.

“Ah…”

Seokju let out a short sigh, then quickly covered his lips. His eyes intently scanned Ajin’s body. His small, blossoming n1pples, the subtle outline of his ribs, his slender waist, his cute, dipped navel – these features kept drawing his gaze. His erect member twitched, eager to plunge into somewhere.

Yet, Ajin simply stood there, having removed only his clothes.

He first laid Seokju down, and undressed him, but now he didn’t know what to do. Rushing into penetration seemed risky – he was afraid the pain would make Ajin burst into tears.

How had he done it before? How had Seokju opened and touched his body?

As Ajin absently scratched his neck while looking down at Seokju, Seokju called out to him in a heavy, muffled voice.

“Ajin.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to touch you.”

Ajin was glad to hear that. It gave him something to do. He took Seokju’s hand and placed it on his chest. The sensation of his cool palm on his skin sent shivers down his spine.

Seokju caressed Ajin’s body very carefully, yet persistently and tenderly.

As his large hand gently stroked down his waist, Ajin’s back arched, his ribcage protruding, and his faint abdominal muscles becoming more defined. Seokju pulled his waist towards him. Then, he firmly pressed his thumb against Ajin’s taut n1pple.

“Ngh…”

Ajin twisted his head to the side, one eye fluttering shut. Seokju gazed intently at his face as he fondled his n1pple, pinching and rolling it between his index finger and thumb, lightly scratching it with his nails, and tracing the areola. When he gently squeezed the n1pple,

“Mmhh…”

Ajin shivered and moaned. His n1pple had flushed a reddish hue. True to his sensitive body, it reddened further with each touch.

“Beautiful,” Seokju murmured in a hoarse voice. Ajin shyly smiled. After basking in Seokju’s touch for a while, Ajin awkwardly reached out to him. He focused more on caressing his face rather than his body, gently tracing his sharp features with his thumb, stroking his cheekbones, and lightly brushing his dry lips.

The two tenderly touched, caressed, and savored each other’s bodies for a long time, filling the void of their prolonged separation with their emotions. Mingling their contrasting body temperatures, their gazes intently intertwined.

It already felt as if they had intimately coupled. The pent-up desire had become blunted. Just as Ajin was thinking that this alone might be enough,

“Ngh…”

Suddenly, Seokju firmly grasped Ajin’s buttocks. The sharp, tickling sensation, so different from the languid caresses, made Ajin’s body stiffen. But Seokju didn’t stop there – he slid his hand into Ajin’s pants and firmly squeezed the supple, plump flesh.

“Hyung…”

Startled, Ajin leaned forward, and Seokju buried his face in his chest.

“Ah, Ajin…”

Exhaling a thick breath, he peppered kisses on his chest, even sucking on the n1pples he had been so carefully caressing.

Ajin’s eyes glazed over. The embers of carnal desire, forgotten in the romantic mood, were rekindled. Bracing his hands on Seokju’s shoulders, Ajin ground his hips against his abdomen.

Seokju’s breath quickened at the wanton motion. The hand on his buttocks ventured deeper, the fingertips brushing his rear entrance. The tightly sealed orifice clenched at the unfamiliar touch.

“I don’t think we should…”

Seokju backed down with uncharacteristic ease, withdrawing his hand. He hadn’t even properly tried, just lightly grazing the puckered area.

His face was clearly suffused with lust, as if he might pounce and devour the person before him. Ajin’s groin throbbed visibly, yet Seokju readily retreated at his hesitation.

“It’s okay,” Ajin said, kissing Seokju’s worried lips. The echoes of the past still clawed at his throat, but he could ignore them.

A new relationship, new sensations were needed. The past had to be buried. The moment he thought of ‘the last time’ had to be now.

Responding slowly to Ajin’s kiss, Seokju reached back again. He gently caressed the contracted rear entrance with his fingertips, tracing circles around it. But Ajin could only tremble, unable to easily relax his tense muscles.

Seokju shifted Ajin slightly and slid his loose pajama pants off. The baggy pants slid down and vanished under the bed. Not stopping there, he also removed his underwear. Ajin, perhaps now feeling embarrassed, kept his eyes firmly shut as he clung to Seokju’s lips.

But Seokju suddenly pulled back his chin. Their lips parted with a soft sound. Irritation rose in Ajin’s eyes – only for Seokju to abruptly insert his index finger into his own mouth. He sucked on it from the base to the tip.

“What are you doing?”

Ajin tilted his head slightly to the side and asked, “I’m right here, so why are you just sucking on your fingers?”

Seokju withdrew his finger. “I was hoping it might help a bit.”

“Hmm…” Ajin nodded, seeming to understand. Seokju tried to put his finger back in his mouth, but Ajin grabbed his wrist and pulled it towards his own lips. Seokju’s long, straight finger was sucked into Ajin’s hot mouth.

“Hah…” Seokju let out a forced laugh. He was scared of Ajin recklessly doing things like this. He was afraid of losing control and greedily devouring him. In the end, Ajin would be the one who gets hurt.

But the boiling Seokju was unaware, and Ajin, even if he knew, would likely just ignore it nonchalantly. Ajin sucked on Seokju’s finger voraciously, slurping it like a lollipop and languidly licking up the length with his tongue. The more the finger became slick with saliva, the deeper Seokju’s gaze became.

“I want to suck on something too,” Seokju murmured, kneading Ajin’s buttocks. Ajin naively held out his own finger. Seokju let out a small chuckle.

“Not that.”

“Huh?”

Ajin blinked his eyes wide, still keeping Seokju’s finger in his mouth. His face looked so adorable. Seokju quickly kissed the tips of Ajin’s fingers, then slowly moved his body. As Seokju sat on top of him, Ajin shifted.

Keeping one hand in Ajin’s mouth, Seokju used the other to gently push Ajin down, laying him back on the white bed. Ajin’s hair fanned out like dandelion seeds.

Seokju didn’t climb on top of Ajin, but instead went down. He lifted Ajin’s legs by the backs of his knees, spreading his thighs wide and revealing the puckered entrance.

“Nngh…” Ajin tried to say something at the ominous atmosphere, but Seokju’s fingers pressing down on his tongue muffled any sounds.

Crouched like a predator ready to pounce, Seokju placed a kiss on the sensitive area between Ajin’s round, soft testicles and the flushed pink anus.

“Huu!”

The unfamiliar sensation made Ajin’s heels dig sharply into Seokju’s back. Ajin’s face flushed red and pale. He had belatedly realized what Seokju wanted to suck on. He tried to pull Seokju’s fingers out of his mouth, but Seokju inserted his middle finger as well, filling Ajin’s mouth with just two digits.

Seokju worked his index and middle fingers like scissors, swiping them along Ajin’s trapped tongue. Then he pushed his body upwards. Ajin’s hips lifted slightly off the bed, fully exposing the hidden entrance. Seokju immediately buried his face in it.

“Augh!”

Grabbing Seokju’s wrist with both hands, Ajin shrank back like a frightened lizard.