Chapter 27

Two of them? Si-woon blinked through the dim light.

“Tonight, I’m putting one of these on you first, Si-woon-ah.”

“Uh—why put one on… ngh, me—”

“Because if we make a mess on the back-seat upholstery, taking the car in for interior detailing tomorrow will be terribly awkward,” Je-hee said with a wicked little smile, lightly tapping the weeping tip of Si-woon’s erection.

“Th-then let’s not do it in the car at all…!” Brought crashing back to reality by the mention of the car seats, Si-woon tried to pull back, only for Je-hee to catch his hips and pull the tail of Si-woon’s own t-shirt up to wipe the slickness from his stomach and shaft.

“A little late to back out now. Let me wipe you off first so the condom doesn’t slip—hold still for just a second.”

“Haah, ah, aah—!”

Instead of a quick wipe, Je-hee wrapped the soft cotton of Si-woon’s shirt around the sensitized head and rubbed his palm over it in slow, deliberate circles that had nothing whatsoever to do with cleaning up. Bucking his hips involuntarily as his own bunched-up shirt rubbed across the frenulum, Si-woon grabbed weakly at Je-hee’s wrist. He’s doing this on purpose! “It’s… hic, too much like that—at this rate, I’m really… ah, going to come before you put it on…”

“Hnngh, hhk… ah!”

Before he could hold it back, a hot spurt soaked straight into the hem of his t-shirt against Je-hee’s palm.

“Oops—I must have rubbed a little too hard. Sorry about that,” Je-hee said without an ounce of remorse in his voice. Waiting until the last tremor subsided, he brushed his thumb across the oversensitive slit, tore open one of the foil wrappers, and rolled the latex neatly down Si-woon’s still-hard shaft to the base.

“Ah, ugh…”

Having never worn a condom while staying hard without touching himself, Si-woon squirmed at the tight, constricting ring around his base; rather than calming his arousal, trapping his sensitive skin inside the snug latex made every pulse feel twice as sharp. “Haa, ah… Je-hee-ssi, please—I want to… ngh, do the rest quickly…”

“…Then would you turn around and brace yourself against the backrest for me?” Spreading his suit jacket over the leather seat cushion so Si-woon’s knees wouldn’t scrape, Je-hee guided him onto his hands and knees facing the rear window. “Put your palms against the glass… yes, just like that.”

Neither properly lying down nor sitting up, with his bare buttocks exposed in the cramped space between the seats and his own condom-sheathed erection hanging heavy and untouched beneath his hips, Si-woon wanted to die of mortification. “Um… do we really have to do it in this position?”

“I don’t want to hurt you when we’re in such a tight space, so let me make sure you’re properly relaxed first.”

As Je-hee shifted closer behind him, Si-woon suddenly remembered something crucial: Je-hee had pulled two condoms from his jacket pocket, not a bottle of lubricant. Before he could turn his head to ask how they were supposed to manage without gel—

“…!”

A hot, wet tongue pressed flat against his bare entrance, sending Si-woon lurching forward until his palms skidded down the fogged windowpane.

“Wh-what are you—hic—doing with your mouth right—ngh!”

“We don’t have any lubricant in the car… Does this feel bad?”

“Then… ah, we could just… wait until we get home!”

“You were the one who asked me to hurry just a second ago,” Je-hee murmured against the crease of his buttocks, his voice dripping with shameless affection. “How am I supposed to say no when you ask like that?”

Returning his mouth to the clenched ring of muscle, Je-hee licked and coaxed the sensitive folds with patient, unhurried strokes before pressing the tip of his wet tongue directly inward. Every wet sound echoed obscenely in the steamed-up cabin, and when Si-woon tried to brace his trembling thighs apart, Je-hee nipped lightly at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh until Si-woon’s elbows buckled against the backrest.

“Khh, ugh…”

The instant Je-hee eased his tongue back a fraction to let him breathe, Si-woon’s hips gave an involuntary, traitorous rock backward to chase the wet heat—a reflex that made his face burn scarlet against the upholstery even as he couldn’t force himself to stop.

Resting a steadying palm over Si-woon’s hip, Je-hee asked in a deceptively calm voice, “Si-woon-ssi… are you close to coming just from this?”

“Ugh, ah, haa…! It feels… ah, too strange…”

Never in his life had he imagined someone’s tongue there could send waves of electricity straight to the base of his cock, making the condom stretched over his untouched erection fill with clear fluid until the latex ring felt ready to burst.

“Si-woon-ssi, hold still for just a second.” Reaching beneath Si-woon’s hips, Je-hee carefully peeled off the first condom—already slick and half-slipped from the flood of pre-cum—and rolled the second condom snugly down his shaft in its place. “…Now you’re much softer back here, too.”

“Wait, a little slower—ah!”

Wait—if Je-hee had just used the second condom on Si-woon’s front, what was Je-hee going to use for himself?! Before Si-woon’s hazy brain could finish the math, Je-hee’s saliva-slicked fingers slid deep inside his loosened passage alongside the memory of his tongue, crooking upward to stroke the swollen ridge of his prostate.

“Touching me… ah, right there… feels good…” Si-woon sobbed into the seat cushion, his fingers clawing at the leather headrest as the humid air in the car grew almost too thick to breathe.

“Si-woon-ssi, I’m going to put it in now…”

“Yes, ah… please, hurry, haa—”

Positioning himself behind Si-woon’s raised hips, Je-hee guided the bare, weeping head of his cock against the saliva-slicked entrance and pushed inward in a slow, steady glide. Even in the cramped back seat, Si-woon’s thoroughly coaxed body parted around the thick shaft with a wet schlick that made Si-woon bite down hard on his lower lip to keep from shouting aloud through the rain.

“Did having my mouth on you earlier… feel that good?” Draping his torso flush over Si-woon’s sweating back, Je-hee whispered straight into his ear as he began to thrust, sending a violent shudder all the way down Si-woon’s spine.

“Don’t… kh, whisper in my ear while you move, ah…! It feels too intense…”

As Si-woon’s knees slipped on the suit jacket spread over the leather cushion, Je-hee hooked both arms beneath his torso and lifted him upright in the narrow space. “Then… haa, you don’t mind if we face each other so I can hold you steady, right?”

Waiting until Si-woon gave a flushed, frantic nod, Je-hee kissed his damp cheek with a radiant smile and turned him carefully in the back seat until Si-woon was straddling his lap face-to-face. If bending over the seat had felt exposing, sitting upright on Je-hee’s thighs in the steamed-up cabin was ten times worse: from six inches away, Je-hee could see every flicker of expression across his face, and the altered angle drove the buried shaft straight against his prostate with every bounce.

“Ah, eek—!” Pitching forward against Je-hee’s chest as his legs gave out, Si-woon clapped a hand over his own mouth to muffle the cries echoing off the car roof and turned his burning face toward the side window.

“Why do you keep turning your head away? Do you dislike facing me?” Cupping Si-woon’s jaw gently in one palm to guide his face back, Je-hee murmured, “Si-woon-ah. Look at me, hm? I thought we agreed you didn’t have to hold your voice back with me.”

“Even so, in a car… there has to be… ngh, some limit…”

Lacing the fingers of one hand tightly with Si-woon’s while his other hand slipped beneath Si-woon’s sweat-drenched shirt to pinch and roll his sensitive nipple, Je-hee surged upward from the seat.

“Ngh—! Not that hard on my chest, just… ngh, a little gentler…”

“All right, I’ll be gentler.” Kissing Si-woon’s tear-wet eyelashes over and over as his thrusts grew faster and more urgent, Je-hee looked almost mesmerized by the sight of Si-woon coming undone in his lap.

“Haa, ah—!” Feeling the familiar coil tighten to the breaking point in his groin as the car rocked softly on its suspension, Si-woon gasped and reached down toward the base of his own cock—only for Je-hee to catch his hand and shake his head against his ear.

“You can’t come in front right now.”

“Why… ngh, mmgh…!”

“Your condom is nearly full already,” Je-hee panted against his throat, wrapping his fingers firmly around the base of Si-woon’s shaft to keep it from spilling over. “We don’t have a third condom in the car—what if it overflows onto the seat? You’ve come from the back alone before, Si-woon-ah. Try focusing just on how I feel inside you… Move your hips a little on your own—yes, right there.”

He delivered the outrageous instructions in the gentlest, most encouraging voice imaginable. Whimpering as the blocked urge in front collided with the relentless friction pounding against his prostate from below, Si-woon rolled his hips desperately in Je-hee’s lap until Je-hee’s breath broke into a rough groan.

“Ngh, ah, Si-woon-ah… I’m going to come—”

“Me too… I’m going to—!”

As Je-hee buried himself to the hilt and pulsed hot and deep inside him, a blinding, dry climax tore through Si-woon’s core without a single drop leaving his blocked tip, his whole frame convulsing in Je-hee’s arms until the waves finally ebbed and left him slumped boneless against Je-hee’s damp chest.

“Hic… ngh…”

Outside the fogged windows, the deafening drum of rain against the roof had tapered off into a quiet drip from the trees.

“The rain stopped,” Je-hee murmured, carefully tying off and disposing of the condom before helping Si-woon straighten his rumpled clothes with businesslike gravity.

“Ngh… yeah, so it did.”

Once they were both decent again, Je-hee glanced out at the dark lot and asked in a perfectly ordinary tone, “…Since it’s already this late, shall we find a hotel nearby and spend the night before driving back tomorrow?”

Rubbing his heavy eyelids, Si-woon gave a slow nod—before pausing a second too late. Wait. If we were going to check into a hotel room anyway, why on earth did we just go through all of that in the back seat of a car?! Looking at Je-hee’s suspiciously cheerful profile as the man climbed back into the driver’s seat, Si-woon realized he had been thoroughly had once again.

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