DASH

Chapter 117

Jaekyung, who was taking off his shoes, suddenly froze, and then, seeing Jihon cowering in the living room, rushed to him: "Hyung! Are you okay?

Jihon, burying his face in his clothes, only shook his head.

"Let's go to the room." Don't sit on the floor.

Jaekyung tried to pick it up, but suddenly froze. Before Jihong could even come to his senses, he picked up a syringe from the floor and asked incredulously, "Hyung, you... Did you take advantage of this?@@@@

Although he should have realized that Jihong hadn't used it, after all, the medicine was still inside. Or is it difficult for him to see in the dark?

"No," Jihon muttered barely audibly.

"Why?"

Instead of the expected joy, there was a question about the reason. Did he really not believe it so much? Well, given past experience, this is quite understandable. To which Jihon only smiled bitterly. Suddenly, it dawned on him how much he had broken Jaekyung's trust, and this discovery resonated in him not so much with sadness as with a sharp sense of guilt. It turns out that Jihong has deceived and disappointed Jaekyung too many times. He wasn't going to repeat the mistakes of the past, but he didn't have the courage to be completely honest with him.

Finally, Jihong raised his head and looked at him, "Because then you would be upset.

Jaekyung's eyes widened. His surprise was so genuine that Jihong suddenly wondered if he didn't believe him. But fortunately, Jaekyung believed it. He even smiled, as openly and joyfully as Jihon had ever seen before, and said in an unusually gentle voice, "Well done.

This smile instantly dispelled all worries. For her sake, Jihon was ready to do anything. With this thought in mind, he approached and kissed his beloved. Lightly touching his still cold cheek, Jihon pulled away and said quietly, "Now help me."

As if waiting for these words, Jaekyung threw off his jacket and leaned over to Jihon. In response, he hugged him and dragged him to the carpet.

"Let's go here."

"But...

"It's all right.

"Hurry," Jihong gasped, spreading his legs wide, and Jaekyung looked at him with concern. Jihon stretched out his hand and, placing it on the wet, excited place, whispered, "Help me..." Jaekyung-ah.

For a moment, something flashed in Jaekyung's eyes. Then, cursing, he abruptly stood up and grabbed his jacket, which he had just taken off.

"It will be uncomfortable on the floor. Let's do this...

And then, having rolled it up, he put it under Jihon's lower back. And, abruptly pulling his sweater over his head, he added: "And what is this? Pointing to the T-shirt lying on Jihon's chest.

"Judging by the way this place is swollen, you must have worked hard yourself. Really? he asked.

But Jihon could not answer, he only moaned and squirmed.

"Did you use my clothes for your pranks?"

"S-Stop it.

"Answer me."

"Stop it, Jaekyung, ah, mmm..." Oh!

Jihong involuntarily clung to Jaekyung's arm, begging him to stop. But he did not pay attention.

"What were you doing?" Tell me. And I will stop.

"S-the smell of your clothes," Jihon blurted out. "She smelled of you, and—"

"And you couldn't help yourself and started touching yourself?" With that, Jaekyung pressed the head of his into the same area. That made Jihon nodded in despair.

"With your hand?"

"Yes, with my hand...

"Imagining it's?" Jaekyung asked with a sly smile.

Jihon did not answer, which caused the stubborn man to repeat the question: "Which hand did you touch yourself with?" Give it to me.

Jihon held out his trembling right hand to him. And Jaekyung kissed each finger.

"You know, your fingers look like you. Long and so beautiful," he said with a serious look. He took the middle and index fingers in his mouth and began to suck them with a deliberately loud smack, and then suddenly added: "Although, they're too thin to replace my penis, don't you think?"

And without waiting for an answer, he drove the penis so deep, as if inviting Jihon to see for himself.

"Mine is so fat. Really?

"Oh..