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No Moral Chapter 126 - After Me, the Deluge (19) - WordExcerpt
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They stared at each other, trying to sate their hunger for one another, before locking lips again. Sehun’s words were the signal flare that instigated a flurry of touches, desperately stripping each other of their clothes.
Act 15
The coats of the homeowner and the guest lay abandoned in a clump on the living room floor.
A trail of clothes was scattered about, leading to the couch in the middle of the room. Their jackets, ties, and Sehun’s vest matching his jacket created a long and narrow road.
“Attorney Kang, wait, I’m falling—urgh!” Yoonshin, who was practically dragged along as they kissed, tripped on his legs and swayed. Thanks to that, the two couldn’t make it to their destination, the couch, and instead fell on the coffee table.
Sehun was outstanding—he could turn all perils into opportunities. Sehun grabbed Yoonshin’s waist and hoisted him, straddling him perilously over his firm thighs.
Yoonshin kneeled awkwardly over the other’s legs, gripping the other’s broad shoulders to continue to allow Sehun access to his lips. As if their flesh was one from the start, their passionate kiss continued with no sign of ending.
“Ngh, mmnh.” Gasps seeped out from Yoonshin’s lips.
Their rough tongues meshed into each other. Because of how voraciously Sehun was digging into the younger man, Yoonshin couldn’t help but jolt and squirm. The slick and moist flesh filled the younger man, hauling him to an unbearable threshold. Yoonshin felt moderately ashamed by the lascivious moans escaping his lips.
Since his first kiss with Sehun, Yoonshin had felt awkward and abashed by intimate contact with another man. These feelings persisted. Yet, the reason he could momentarily set them aside was due to Sehun’s fluid and skillful movements. As Sehun repeatedly crashed into him like undulating waves, Yoonshin’s stagnated thoughts washed away, leaving only Sehun on his shores.
Sehun salaciously devoured the world inside Yoonshin’s mouth. Tirelessly probing the younger man with his tongue, Sehun was almost like a different person from when he was working. He sucked and bit his tongue, meticulously tracing his tongue over Yoonshin’s even teeth and soft gums. Yoonshin almost believed that his mouth belonged to Sehun.
“Mm, ha, I can’t breathe,” the younger man groaned.
“Is this the extent of your lung capacity? Open your mouth more,” Sehun ordered.
Yoonshin felt like he was slowly being throttled. Dismayed, Yoonshin wound his arms around Sehun’s neck. Sehun finally pulled away and looked up at Yoonshin, the rim of his eyes stained red at the edges. The gaze came across as enticing—Yoonshin instinctively realized that Sehun was seducing him.
Exhilaration enveloped him like the wind, and Yoonshin couldn’t close his mouth. He panted, catching his breath. He managed to ask, “W-what about the candy?”
The reply came in a deep and subdued voice. “It melted away. You lapped it all up.”
Sehun wiped Yoonshin’s wet chin with his fingers, and as if marking Yoonshin’s lips as his, he lightly thumbed the other’s delicate skin. That touch was as stimulating to Yoonshin as the deep sharing of their warmth. They shed half their clothes already, and Yoonshin’s partially bare body trembled from the exposure to the air. Acknowledging that, Sehun lowered his large hands, fitting Yoonshin’s nubs under his dress shirt between his fingers.
“Haugh! Ah!” Yoonshin reacted.
Sehun rolled his fingertips over the other’s shirt, getting Yoonshin accustomed to the gentle stimulation, then pinched the buds, making him jolt in shock. The difference in the temperature of the touches astonished Yoonshin, who bit his lip, suppressed moans breaking free from their restraints.
Yoonshin had never imagined that he would have these thoughts in his lifetime. Yet here he was, having such thoughts.