Harmonious Love

The Harmony of Yin and Yang Is Not as It Seems Part 1 (12)

Gently pressing down on his flinching waist, Mo Yeon quieted down a bit. Slowly withdrawing his fingers, the area between his legs, glistening with moisture, was darker than before. Gazing at the reddened mucous membrane with satisfaction, he re-inserted his finger into the opening that hadn’t fully closed.

“Haah, now, stop it, Sunbae… ! H-aaah!”

Mo Yeon, having shifted his hips in a desperate attempt to escape, realized his mistake. Instead, the pressure pinned him to the bed, leaving him completely immobile as his insides were ravaged.

He furiously kicked the innocent mattress with his feet, but even that was hampered by Tae Young-won’s leg pressing down on him. Mo Yeon reached behind him, reacting to the deliberate spreading sensation.

“A-hng, h…!”

“Haah.”

Even when he tried to relax, his waist spasmed with each press, his body convulsing. The constant stream of nasal moans, and the fact that his body was moving against his will, were further evidence of this.

To make matters worse, his erect dick and breasts rubbed against the sheets with each movement of his body. The sensitive tip of his dick, chafed by the fabric, rubbed long against the mattress, causing Mo Yeon to unconsciously lift his hips. The finger that had been tormenting him pressed deep inside.

Mo Yeon clutched at the sheets, letting out a cry. No matter how he moved, he couldn’t escape the overwhelming pleasure he’d never experienced before. He heard Tae Young-won’s mocking laughter, but he had no shame left.

His chest itched, and his dick, erect for so long, felt like it would burst. The continuous waves of pleasure, without release, brought him to the brink of madness. All that remained in Mo Yeon’s mind was the desperate urge to ejaculate.

Once he surrendered to his instincts, a hazy fog seemed to descend before his eyes.

He didn’t care if Tae Young-won mocked him later. As long as this was resolved.

“Mo Yeon.”

“…”

“Are you masturbating with your breasts right now? You’re cute.”

Ignoring him, Mo Yeon continued rubbing his breasts against the sheets.

“Hng…!”

Even so, the tips of his ears, visible from behind, were redder than before. He subtly used his hand to stroke his dick. With each movement of his waist, his white buttocks, still holding Tae Young-won’s finger, quivered and rose.

Perhaps because Tae Young-won remained still, Mo Yeon’s frantic, self-pleasuring movements were even more pronounced. He noticed that with each thrust of his hips, the embedded finger would withdraw and re-enter. Tae Young-won watched the scene with a hardened expression.

Soon, his thighs trembled, and his limp body collapsed onto the bed.

He’d started this wanting to watch him writhe and gasp, but he ended up assisting in his masturbation. And the real problem was…

“Shit… what do I do?”

He almost came from watching the scene unfold. Sometimes, the body speaks what the mind doesn’t realize.

How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?

That was the question he asked himself, having barely managed to contain his ejaculation within his pants. He knew best that he felt a strong curiosity towards Mo Yeon, and he’d confirmed that this only happened with Mo Yeon.

The problem was, what did he want to do?

He felt a strong curiosity, and he had a relentless nature; once he felt curiosity, he had to find the reason behind it.

Also, Tae Young-won never doubted something once he accepted it.

He didn’t know the reason yet, but at least one thing was undeniably clear. He didn’t think he was gay, but he’d confirmed several times that he was more aroused by this gloomy stalker than anything else. Further doubt was pointless.

After a long time lying face down on the bed, catching his breath, Mo Yeon slowly regained his composure.

“Sunbae…”

Was it from exhaustion, or from the continuous moaning? His voice was hoarse and rough.

Mo Yeon tried to sit up, still breathing heavily, but ended up staying face down. It was his Sunbae’s bed, and he would eventually be chased away.

He needed to go home, shower, and rest. He felt completely drained, with no motivation. Only the desire to rest filled his mind.

It might be overly simplistic, but in this regard, living in the same building was really convenient.

‘I can’t do that again.’

The first thought that came to him as he regained his senses was that he could never do the same thing again. He’d recklessly jumped in and gotten a harsh lesson. Tae Young-won probably acted impulsively too, but since he hated men so much, he could probably reverse it.

After resting a little on Tae Young-won’s bed, Mo Yeon planned to say that he never wanted to experience that overwhelming pleasure again, that this kind of masturbation was not cost-effective and therefore impossible. He’d shown him every embarrassing sight, so even if Tae Young-won was a pervert, he wouldn’t ask him to do it again, would he?

Tae Young-won thought he was dying to have sex with him, but thankfully for Mo Yeon, Tae Young-won had no intention of having sex with him. That was why Mo Yeon could confidently walk into the tiger’s den.

In the languid aftermath of his climax, Mo Yeon thought quietly.

Since Tae Young-won didn’t want to sleep with him, but rather wanted to see his dick, it would be better to show it to him whenever he wanted, rather than this time-consuming and complicated method. That way, they’d have more opportunities for physical contact.

Honestly, he wondered if Tae Young-won would readily accept that offer, but the fact that he wanted to see another man’s dick was beyond Mo Yeon’s comprehension.

As he was choosing his words, he felt something heavy press against his thigh. Thicker and blunter than a finger, it pressed against his thigh, then rubbed long between his buttocks. It changed direction, pressing firmly against his perineum before sliding towards his testicles.

The chilling sensation startled Mo Yeon, and he quickly looked at Tae Young-won.

“Wh-what is that?!”

The object visible between his loosened pants was vastly different from his own. The swollen dick wasn’t smooth like Mo Yeon’s; it was lumpy with veins, a darker, purplish-red color than the surrounding skin, and its tip was wet, as if ready to ejaculate.

The moment Mo Yeon saw it, he froze like a startled herbivore. He was so shocked he even hiccuped.

“Sunbae… are you gay…?”

While he was dumbfounded, his face down buttocks were lifted by Tae Young-won’s hand. Tae Young-won inserted his shaft between Mo Yeon’s thighs and thrust his hips. Mo Yeon unconsciously looked down between his legs, recoiling at the repulsive sight.

“Ugh, take it out! Even if you’re not gay!”

“Oh, I think I am. Just now.”

“No!”

For the first time, he was sexually aroused by Mo Yeon, another man. And it seemed to be very strong.

The moment he admitted it, the shameless Tae Young-won chose a simple solution.

“Aren’t I? Or am I not?”

“A-aack…!”

As Tae Young-won subtly moved his hips, Mo Yeon, suppressing his moans, flinched and involuntarily squeezed his thighs each time his dick touched a sensitive spot. Tae Young-won, letting out a low moan, deliberately moved his dick away from Mo Yeon’s thighs. The soft glans, instead of being between his thighs, poked at his perineum, bouncing upwards and subtly brushing against his anus.

“Ah!”

Tae Young-won patted his buttocks, which had jumped up in a spasm, calming him down before aiming his dick between Mo Yeon’s thighs again. He seemed to be too excited, unable to control his strength, and not quite himself.

“Well, just because men rub their dicks together doesn’t mean they’re gay, does it? I don’t know, Mo Yeon.”

“If you’re excited, you can use your hands. Why…!”

“Is there any need for that?”

With such a soft body…