Red Dot - 52

“Uh…!”

Even though his mouth was blocked, Junseong made a loud sound, indicating for Hanseo to stop, and then fell silent. Junseong’s eyes shifted toward Changmin and Jian.

“Ugh…”

Jian tossed and turned, lying down on her side. Rather than facing the wall like Changmin, she unfortunately turned to lie down facing Junseong and Hanseo.

Hanseo, still gently brushing Junseong’s rigid tongue with his injured one, noticed Junseong’s trembling eyes and whispered into his ear.

“If you make a sound, who knows, they might wake up.”

“Uh, you… Stop it… Ugh…”

Junseong felt Hanseo’s hand teasing his genitals within the confines of his underwear, and it was incredibly ticklish. The slightly rough palm brushing against the tender surface sent strange sensations deep within him. Hanseo’s hand, colder than his own body, added to the pleasure.

Every bit of warmth in his body seemed to converge on his genitals. With every touch, a tingling sensation, as if an electric current were passing through, made his body twitch, and each time, his genitals responded by twitching slightly.

The sensation of someone else’s touch on his most delicate part was so unfamiliar to Junseong. Even when Hanseo briefly touched him over his pants yesterday, it felt strange, but now it had escalated to a level that was almost frightening.

Junseong, with his lips tightly sealed, endured the sensation until he couldn’t take it any longer. He tried to push Hanseo away with both hands, but Hanseo’s body remained unyielding.

Junseong looked at Jian, who was still peacefully asleep. He felt relieved that there was no change, but making a noise like just now might really wake them up.

“Don’t push me away. Don’t run away.”

Hanseo’s hand, now firmly gripping Junseong’s hardening member, moved it up and down.

With each upward stroke, Junseong’s body shivered, and with each downward stroke, his breathing noticeably quickened. The pale face had gained a nice blush. Although there wasn’t a dramatic change in expression, the slight bewilderment on his normally composed face was evident.

Hanseo didn’t miss any of Junseong’s reactions. Junseong, biting his lower lip so hard that it almost tore, glared at Hanseo with trembling eyes.

“Does it feel good?”

“Ugh… I don’t know…”

Junseong shot a resentful gaze at Hanseo, keeping his mouth tightly shut.

This was supposed to be avoided in front of others, and he had explicitly told him not to do this. Yet, he was calmly enjoying it as if nothing had been said. Moreover, it was not just a simple kiss; he was openly exposing his genitals in front of others.

But even if Junseong complained about it, Hanseo was not someone who would listen properly.

Junseong, blinking his eyelashes, cast his eyes downward.

“If you’re not going to stop, just finish quickly…”

“Hmm…”

Ignoring Junseong’s frustration, Hanseo, with an expression of a predator enjoying its prey, stopped Junseong from speaking and continued his leisurely movements. Meanwhile, Junseong’s genitalia had already become erect. Since it had come to this point, he thought it would be better to finish quietly and quickly.

Junseong covered his mouth with both hands, not allowing any sounds to escape. This was especially important to prevent any unexpected noises during the climax. He had to be prepared for anything. Just the gentle touches like now made it incredibly difficult for him to endure without making any noise because his throat tickled.

The cold gaze with eyes that revealed no discernible emotion stared disapprovingly at Junseong, who had covered his mouth with both hands.

Suddenly, Hanseo’s hand let go of his genitals. Perplexed, Junseong tried to shield his eyes from the light, but Hanseo unexpectedly grabbed both of his hands and raised them, pressing them against the wall. Then, he used one hand to bind the crossed wrists together.

Junseong, realizing he couldn’t use his hands anymore, was belatedly surprised. When he tried to move his hands, the wrists, completely pressed against the wall, refused to budge.

Hanseo’s eyes curled into a charming smile. “You were enjoying it, right? You shouldn’t cover your face.”

“At least, I should cover my mouth.”

“Do I have to cover it with just my hands?”

After thinking for a moment, Junseong understood what Hanseo wanted.

With an enticing smile, Hanseo whispered quietly to Junseong, “You have to endure the moans. If you can’t, ask for a kiss.”

“Ah…, Ugh…!”

Junseong couldn’t speak properly; he had to keep his mouth tightly shut. Unlike him, Hanseo, with his right hand free, was already gripping his genitals.

The subsequent actions were not just the slow and tickling caresses he had experienced so far.

Hanseo quickly raised and pressed down on the shaft, applying strong pressure as if he was going to burst it, then descended to the root, firmly pressing against the testicles with his long fingers. He continued to tease, raising his hand, and with slightly raised nails, scratched along the shaft.

“Uh, Ugh, Huh…!”

Everything felt intimidating and unfamiliar. Various strange sensations swirled around his genitals and lower abdomen like a whirlpool. His vision blurred and then cleared. The disheveled sight seemed to be fixed on Hanseo, tormenting him from below.

He felt the heat gathering in the corners of his eyes. His distorted forehead, in sync with the lower reactions, throbbed pitifully, and his lips, pressed against his teeth, kept trembling, needing to be bitten down even harder.

The large hand’s movements on his lower part became gradually faster. The cold fingers, once cool, now shared his heat, embracing an incomparable warmth.

Hanseo’s hand lifted Junseong’s genitals up to the glans. Then, instead of going down, he covered the glans with his palm, and the other fingers gathered in a circle. Twisting his wrist, he used his nails to torment the shaft.

“Uh, Ugh, Huk…!”

Everything was scary and unfamiliar. The forced urge to defecate, targeted at the glans, intertwined with the heightened sensation of being tormented, creating a whirlwind of emotions. His vision darkened and then returned. The disrupted view seemed to be fixed on Hanseo, as if it continued from the torment below.

Throughout the focus on the glans, Junseong’s body trembled. He felt restless from his chest to his waist, his eyes widened.

He wished Hanseo had just swept the shaft up and down. Whether the glans was weak or Hanseo’s touch was extraordinary, the glans tingled upon contact, triggering an urgent need to relieve himself.

If Hanseo had one arm free, wouldn’t it have been better to stroke the shaft while doing this? Just thinking about it made him swallow his breath. With the upward sweep of the glans and the targeted forced urge, perhaps he didn’t release just one, but two substances. That whimsical thought crossed his mind.

As the glans was intensively targeted, Junseong’s body shook like a trembling willow. He had no strength to even bite his lower lip. The throat itched as if it was tickled, making it challenging to suppress the groans.

“Junseong.”

In the midst of his confusion, being called by his name made him feel momentarily bright. Junseong’s hazy vision quickly focused on Hanseo’s eyes.

Ah, right. Do Hanseo was watching.

His mind was in disarray, so much so that he couldn’t properly understand the situation, focused only on suppressing his moans.

‘Why is your face like that?’

Instead of speaking aloud since he was biting his lips, he silently asked him that question in his mind.

Do Hanseo’s face was flushed as if someone had poured red paint on it. He licked his lips with a bright red tongue, and each time, something seemed to burn within his unwavering eyes.

Junseong, breathless and possibly more intoxicated than himself, looked at Hanseo, who was whispering with his face close.

“Ask for a kiss.”

Again.

His face continued to flush as he licked his lips again and again. Each time, something seemed to ignite within his unwavering eyes.

Maybe Hanseo, who might be more intoxicated than himself, was breathless. He leaned in and whispered, “Ask for a kiss.”

Once more.

His face was flushed, and he continued to lick his lips with a bright red tongue. Each time, something seemed to burn within his unwavering eyes.

Junseong, who was in the midst of biting his lips, silently asked himself that question in his mind.