Jihong was too tired to continue this pointless argunt. Waving his hand, he collapsed on the sofa again. As he took off his coat with a lazy movent, he suddenly noticed the TV cabinet opposite. Or rather, his gaze rested on the bottom drawer. It was there that the first-aid kit was, which he bought and threw there when he moved, and then completely forgot about its existence for several years.
"It seed to be a first aid kit with an ergency kit... Or did I choose the one that doesn't have this set, deciding that I don't need it?"
Whether he was going to use it or not, it was still worth checking out.
"When he goes to wash, I'll pull him out and take a look," thought Jihon, getting up with his coat in his hands. At that mont, a half-naked Jaekyung suddenly walked over and grabbed his arm.
"No... Co with .
"What?" Why?
"Because while I'm washing, you can't go out."
"Hey, I didn't plan to...," Jihon objected in confusion. "Well, where am I going?" You've already given an injection, why should I? And even in the middle of the night.
But given the true intention to do sothing while Jaekyung was in the bathroom, the feeling of guilt clearly betrayed Jihon red-handed.
"I don't believe it," the stubborn man muttered confidently and began to take off Jihon's clothes, after which he literally dragged him with him.
Jihon looked at him apprehensively, wondering if he was possessed by so mystical power. But as soon as they entered, Jaekyung, saying that he would help with the washing, imdiately put his hand between his legs. The impudent man did not even think about turning on the shower and instead imdiately began to caress. Obviously, his words "you can't go out" were just a pretext.
Still, Jaekyung seed to rember that they had returned from the hospital today. Therefore, even though Jihong had twice, he refrained from penetrating. Instead, he made Jihon put his hands against the wall and close his hips, then pushed his between them.
Usually Jihon would say in such cases: "It would be better to insert it." But this ti, he just gritted his teeth and tensed his hips, silently experiencing what was happening. After all, Jaekyung was too excited. Given that this was their first intimacy in the last month, and his condition left much to be desired, Jihong was afraid that he would not be able to cope. And I didn't want to go to the hospital for the second ti in a row.
He tried not to provoke Jaekyung: he suppressed sounds, moved less. For a while, it even worked, but when the began to rub against his own, Jihong lost control and scread.
When he was about to sink to the floor due to weakness in his legs, Jaekyung hugged him tightly and pinned him against the wall again. The voice sounded low and demanding: "Tense your hips.
"I can—" I can help with my hands," Jihon wheezed.
"No," Jaekyung snapped and penetrated his erect penis between the tightly clenched buttocks. As soon as the hot barrel lightly touched the entrance, Jihong involuntarily tried to open up. And finally, Jaekyung poured out. Imdiately washing off the, he pulled Jihon back to him and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Then, as if deciding to really wash him, he squeezed the shower gel not on the washcloth, but on his palm, and began to rub it on the body of his beloved. This ga did not last long - soon the hot hands with the sa persistence began to persistently caress the chest and inner thighs, which made Jihon laugh.
"Why are you acting like you're already in a rut?"
"What's the difference?" I'm in a permanent rut with you," Jaekyung blurted out with a straight face. And, hugging him tightly, he began to kiss him, as if he wanted to prove that he was now at the peak of excitent.
Probably, Jaekyung just doesn't know anything about the heat cycle, just like Jihon himself. He couldn't bring himself to even imagine what it was. The simple description - that the body longs for pregnancy, that without ejaculation it will not calm down, that estrus passes only after fertilization - seed to him too intimate. And Jihong definitely did not want to demonstrate this in practice.
Deciding not to explain, Jihong sat Jaekyong between his legs as soon as they left the bathroom. He turned on the hairdryer and, styling his hair, began to flatter him - "You'd better parted to the left
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