Jaekyung, having jumped out of the car like a bullet, was already moving towards the house. For now, Jihon watched with so anxiety as he easily climbed the steps, climbing two or three at a ti. But noticing that he was deliberately delaying, Jaekyung went back down. And, picking him up on his shoulder, he carried him upstairs. Jihon, fearing to disturb the neighbors, did not shout, but only hissed: "Hey, are you crazy? And he slapped the asshole on the back.
Jaekyung, of course, did not pay any attention to the gentle pokes, and soon they found themselves on the fifth floor. He entered the code for the door and dragged Jihon into the lair. Only then did he allow him to get back on his feet. But, without even letting him take off his shoes, he pressed him against the wall right in the hallway. Grabbing Jaekyung's back, greedily bit into his beloved's neck.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Jihong blurted out, stunned. "It's not midnight yet.
"I don't know, damn it," Jaekyung cursed rudely and, hugging him tightly by the waist, bit his earlobe. With his other hand, he quickly unbuttoned only the middle button of his shirt and imdiately thrust it into the gap.
Involuntarily, a moan escaped from Jihon as the pushy guy grabbed his chest. It was not the suddenness that was more surprising, but the pressure itself. He had never seen such excitent in those clear eyes before. And if he didn't stop Jaekyong now, it would end in disaster. After a mont's thought, Jihong deliberately pressed the back of his head against him and said insinuatingly, "Jaekyung-ah... It hurts...
Hearing "hurt
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