Double Junk - 210

That was so annoying. Ajin twisted his neck, but Seokju had his arms wrapped around his waist and was rubbing his lips against his. Because of that, their hands kept getting tangled. Ajin irritably yanked the necktie down. Seokju then bit down on his lips as if he had been waiting for that.

Seokju gently sucked on his lips before turning his head to the side. Immediately, his tongue surged forward. In the end, Ajin had to give up on tying the necktie and clung to Seokju.

As they kissed, they rubbed their aroused lower bodies against each other’s stomachs, exchanging intense gazes, and without either taking the lead, they undressed each other’s pants, ending up in this state.

“Ah! Hyung, gently, ah, ugh! Ah, it feels good… there…”

Ajin’s arched back collapsed onto the dresser. Seokju stared intently at it. The damp t-shirt clung to his body, clearly outlining his figure. The slender waistline, the prominent shoulder blades, and the shirt wrinkling above them were obscenely alluring. This was the first time they were having s3x with their clothes on, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Ajin’s back.

Plus, the occasional soft moans of “It feels good” as they made eye contact.

“…”

Seokju sucked on his own fingers that had been in Ajin’s mouth, not wanting to waste the saliva. Then he gripped Ajin’s hips and forcefully pushed his erect p3nis into him.

“Ugh!”

Ajin’s body trembled. Startled, he tried to pull the p3nis out, but Seokju pressed close behind him. He then hooked his hands under Ajin’s raised knees on the necktie display case, trapping him.

Ajin looked back at Seokju with a bewildered expression. Seokju, on the verge of climax, began rapidly thrusting his hips, his dark eyes unblinking as he stared intently at the tight, gaping hole and his own p3nis disappearing into it.

“Aaah, ugh, uh, hyung, nnggh… Ah!”

Splashing, squelching, and slapping sounds echoed through the dressing room. Ajin, his cheek pressed against the dresser glass, shrank his neck. His hot breaths left white condensation on the glass.

His vision swayed. The neatly hung dress shirts seemed to be dancing. The lighting fixtures scattered across them. Whenever the intense, raw pleasure or the deep, throbbing sensations made Ajin’s eyes tear up, Seokju would quickly lean down and lick the tears away.

Ajin’s raised leg trembled. Seokju reached down to caress his genitals. As he gently shook the still-hard but soft p3nis, the clenching anus made Seokju exhale a deep breath, kissing Ajin’s neck.

“Ajin, look to the right. The right, okay?”

At those words, Ajin, who had been moaning like he was about to cry, slightly turned his head. In the mirror covering one wall of the dressing room, their lewd images were vividly reflected. Ajin stared at it blankly. The glimpse of Seokju’s robust p3nis sliding in and out between his spread legs looked so messy and explicit.

It felt like seeing something he shouldn’t, like committing a sin, so he quickly closed his eyes. Seokju chuckled lowly and sucked on Ajin’s earlobe and the area below. Even though they had been intimate many times, the flushed cheeks were adorably cute to him.

“Don’t tease me… Hurry. Okay? Hurry…”

Ajin rocked his hips towards Seokju. The plump, well-fed buttocks swayed temptingly, causing Seokju’s p3nis between them to twitch.

Seokju’s eyes immediately grew dark. Leaning his upper body over Ajin’s back, he thrust rapidly.

Soon, a white climax burst forth.

Standing diagonally in front of the mirror, Ajin brushed his drooping bangs upwards. The hair that Seokju had carefully dried was now a mess from the sweat.

So were his clothes. The suit pants crumpled on the floor earlier had just been put in the laundry basket by Seokju. So Ajin was standing in front of the mirror in just his underwear and a white t-shirt, fixing his hair.

As he did so, Seokju handed him a new t-shirt and pants. Ajin took off the damp shirt and put on the one Seokju gave him. In that moment, Seokju’s gaze lingered on the revealed pink n1pples, slender waist, and protruding ribs.

Noticing this, Ajin giggled.

“But I managed to stand up today, right?”

“…”

“I have a date with Mom, so that’s fortunate.”

Normally, after a single session, he would be barely able to walk. That “single” session lasting all afternoon, with the copious amounts of ejaculated semen, the entire body being licked, the occasional tears and moans – it would take 2-3 days of rest to recover.

But sometimes, like now, it would end just right, with neither too much nor too little.

Rushing to the office after a quick romp in the company parking lot, or hastily rocking his hips in the CEO’s office before a meeting, or like now, when there was an appointment a few hours later – in these situations, he felt bittersweet.

Ajin, giggling innocently, tried to put on his pants but his thighs were shaking unsteadily. Seokju quickly grabbed his elbow to steady him. Ajin laughed again, amused by something.

“I’m not sure if that’s fortunate or not.”

Seokju swallowed hard, gazing at Ajin’s still flushed lower lip. Ajin happily ignored the unsatisfied desire and completely fastened his pants. Then he gently took hold of Seokju’s wrist.

“We can finish up when we get back. For now, can you fix my hair again?”

“What were you doing that made you so late?”

As soon as Ajin met Sunhwa in the grand performance hall, she smacked his back. Ajin shrank his neck and wrinkled his nose in a cute way.

“Sorry…”

“Excuse me. I took a wrong turn.”

Seokju bowed apologetically. Upon this, Sunhwa closed her mouth, about to say something, and pushed the two of them into the performance hall.

“I called you to greet the people, but… Just go in first. You can do it after the performance. Mom’s with a friend, so she’ll find her own seat.”

Seokju took the tickets Sunhwa offered with both hands. The cast of today’s opera performance included the youngest daughter of a corporate chairman that Sunhwa was acquainted with. There were many distinguished guests, and Sunhwa seemed to want Ajin to become acquainted with them. Jeongjin and Mijin had already settled in, so they didn’t need this, but for Ajin, who had just entered the business world, it was important.

As soon as Sunhwa finished speaking, she went into the performance hall first. Seokju checked the seat numbers and looked at the seating chart posted at the entrance. Ajin, standing close beside him, asked in a whisper.

“This is my first time seeing an opera. Or at least, that’s what I remember. I looked it up a bit, but I still don’t know what it is. What about you, hyung? Do you like opera?”

“I don’t really know either. I can’t say I like it or dislike it.”

“Then should we run away for a bit?”

Ajin looked up at Seokju with sparkling eyes. Seokju gently traced Ajin’s exposed forehead with his index finger and said,

“You’ll get scolded by the chairman. He dotes on you a lot, but he’s strict when you do something wrong.”

“…”

“He invited you here because he wants you to succeed. So you have to stay in your seat. After it’s over, let’s go running along the Han River.”

Ajin lowered his eyebrows glumly.

“It’s hard to tell if you’re a secretary or a teacher sometimes.”

“The actual work isn’t that different either.”

At the playful remark, Ajin glared sharply at Seokju. Seokju chuckled lowly and stroked the back of Ajin’s head. The sulking, protruding lips were as tempting as a ripe plum. He really wanted to put them in his mouth and suck on them.

“I want to kiss you,” Seokju murmured to himself. Ajin’s eyes widened.

“…What?”

“Let’s go in,” Seokju said plainly, stretching his hand forward. Ajin let out a hollow laugh at the expressionless mask Seokju had so carefully put on. Then he shook his head and went into the performance hall. Seokju, lightly licking the underside of his own lower lip, followed him.

In the early part of the opera, Ajin was focused on the performance. It was less about enjoying the performance itself and more about marveling at the unique quiet atmosphere of the performance hall, the seats extending up to the fourth floor, the box seats dotting the walls, the luxurious interior, the bright lighting, and the resonant voices of the opera singers.

And when those things were no longer novel after dozens of minutes had passed, he fell asleep leaning on Seokju’s shoulder. As expected of a crowded place, the interior was pleasantly cool even in late fall, which was the perfect environment for Ajin to doze off.

Seokju slightly lowered his shoulder to help Ajin find a comfortable position.

As autumn approached, Ajin was clearly sleeping more. It was as if he was trying to make up for the sleep he had lost during the hot summer. He had a hard time waking up in the morning and was always drowsy even in the early evening. He was constantly dozing off at the office too.

This wasn’t just this year, but had happened every year. Seokju, who had been by Ajin’s side for ten years, was familiar with this side of him.