give it to me

have breath

in your secret

Give my credit card

For your closed mouth

The sound of gasping for breath came from the white figure in front of him. Repeated blows emphasized the situation in the narrow square room of the high school dormitory. Sharp nails dug the thrill into the other's naked flesh until it left a deep mark. His fine black hair was damp with sweat and fell on his head. Their lips pressed together as if they were one.

A hot tongue invaded the other's mouth, creating endless arousal on this hot, cold night. Not a single word came out of his mouth. But body language speaks for every emotion. When the last moment comes The white water squirted so hard that it smeared all over her beautiful thighs.

“Suck me, Junmyeon.”

The young boy nodded lightly. Then he pushed the older man down onto the hard synthetic mattress. Dry lips pressed a soft kiss to the hot core of his body. before occupying every part with his paws and mouth cavity

He closed his eyes and relied only on his instincts.

Heavy snowflakes fall outside the window. It's stronger than Junmyeon's heart.

The sun has set its head. But Junmyeon still maintains his laziness like salt maintains its saltiness. His side was empty. Only the cum stains and wrinkled sheets made him realize that the past wasn't a dream. Businessman Zhang Yixing came to him. ...Let him do that for you.

again

In fact

It was Zhang Yixing who stuck to the top position and chose to masturbate every time.

A tall and slender figure that looked as beautiful as a painting.

The sound of moaning and shaking.

A smooth, white neck that was raised up like a swan's.

White, smooth hands caressing all over her flat chest.

He had no reason to refuse.

Zhang Yixing just wanted to vent his frustration with someone and could keep it quiet with the black credit card's unlimited credit limit. And Junmyeon was unlucky enough to get the chance to be that person.

A person whose sole duty is to satisfy one's desires

But even so It's still a good thing.

Junmyeon is in his last year of high school at an all-boys high school hundreds of kilometers away from home. It was a famous school, but it was full of the fishy smell that wafted from the rotten sex between the same gender. However, many seniors had worked hard and were able to successfully enter the country's top universities.

His classmates were also tutoring and studying like crazy for exams that were coming up in a few months. As for him,

Junmyeon is content to do his homework all day.

His academic performance was marginal compared to others. Gradually, the advisor began to let go of all the frivolous behaviors that appeared.

As if he cares...

So funny.

The figure finally got up from the bed. A bare upper body and bare bottom never affected the embarrassment that remained within him. He took off the condoms and threw them into a woven basket that had been tricked into selling them. A pink towel that looked cute and didn't match the condition of the room was snatched from a wall mount. The light bulb in the bathroom hasn't worked for over three months.

So he took a shower with the door open instead.

There is nothing special in Kim Junmyeon's trashy life.

Except for the dull memories and the heavy shock from Zhang Yixing.

It was a Sunday when it was snowing so hard that we couldn't see the path, boring like Junmyeon himself. No class schedule, no sports, no friends. In front of him was a messy room with a messy bed waiting to be taken care of. But Zhang Yixing's sweet perfume that still lingered on the coarse linen made him choose to keep the dried-up remains of civilization to look at.

In exchange for being able to sleep and smell that person for a few more nights.

sometimes

It might make the nostalgia work less difficult.

He chose a precalculus book he borrowed from the library. Stacks of biology textbooks were torn to make sheets of paper. The boy threw the remaining half into the pile of rotten trash on the desk, where the light brown wooden floor was invisible. Then he buried his broken body on the mattress. His nostrils sniffed Zhang Yixing's scent, cheering for the class he didn't get to do very often.

His dry, cracked lips gave himself a small smile. Before the white hand opened the bedside drawer

Everyone has a secret stash. So does Kim Junmyeon. He opened a box of tin cookies. Picked up a white Pilot brand mechanical pencil from Japan that Zhang Yixing bought when he went to a seminar. Warmth spread throughout the palm of his skinny hand. Even though I know that it's just a single preconceived notion Inside was an A6-sized photograph of a dignified man printed on high-quality glossy paper.

Junmyeon covered it with a clear hot food bag and taped it tightly to keep out the moisture. The man's smile was still clear and lifelike.

The youth secretly called the piece of paper his Zhang Yixing.

The ticking of the second hand on the wall clock competed with the surprising silence in the bustling student dormitory.

have a headache...

He can feel it.

Maybe that was an excuse to ditch the damn book and go hit the dot with someone in the dorm looking for a playmate.

The weather was extremely cold, and the dormitory blankets were thin and torn. Junmyeon wrapped himself in a new black sweater he bought with a card at a store. It was softer and warmer than any shirt I'd ever worn. His stupid imagination told him that it was no different from Y Qing's slippery skin and hands radiating burning heat.

Differential equations curl together like worms in a pile of rotten food. Advanced algebraic symbols made my head spin like the Bebed I used to play with in elementary school. He laughed at himself at that time. Adding and subtracting fractions that are thought to be too difficult for humans becomes a baby breathing when compared to this. Junmyeon sighed heavily in relief.

He tries to find inspiration for himself.

sometimes

Having sex with a fully-adult university student may alleviate some of your partner's embarrassment.

That person may be content to come see him every day.

Every day

...It's crazy.

...really crazy

"I'm back."

A young housewife in a pale blue polka dot apron comes in to see her long-lost boss. The bold overcoat was removed with small, rough hands. Polished leather shoes were replaced with plush slippers. It had been two months since he had stepped foot in this lonely house. Yixing used it as an excuse for every call the two diligent sisters made.

"It's time to find the right way home." And that was the first greeting in two months from the eldest sister. Age is just a number for the beauty development of this Singkhanthongniwet woman.

"Yes, I've been lost for an hour. Actually, I should have told you to send me the location on Line."

"Dammit."

...Auntie..

"Oh, it hurts."

Love is hardcore. Jang Nara never said.

“It hurts, it hurts to die. Who would want to have one like you, who is so stubborn? Why don't you give me your cheek to pull? We have more healthy water."

Jang Nara, 5 years old

mode : ON!!!!!!

Two thin hands caressed his soft cheeks like a child finding a new toy. A smile stained with crow's feet spread out in amusement. The height difference between the oldest sister and the little brother was not a problem when the older one wanted to fake it with enough effort.

And he had to accept her. This is really crazy.

“Brother Li Yin?”

He asked about his older sister. Normally, this older sister likes to keep to herself in her room, writing songs, practicing singing, playing the violin, playing the piano, or recording songs in her private studio. Zhang Liyin's life without music would be no different from dying.

"Go outside," P'Nara replied, looking a bit upset. Even though I myself am the person who really wants my sister to go out and live a life outside of the practice room.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Date," P'Nara replied with a smile.

"That's crazy. Do you want him to cling to the golden beam as your friend until he dies?" Yi Qing laughed. If people are lonely Keeping a lonely younger sibling as a friend is a bit too much.

“Then you want me to make a happy face? The person that Aly went out to find is Han Geng, Master Han Geng..."

“Let's leave it up to him. You and Teacher are all grown up now."

Zhang Liyin turned off the phone. Jang Nara is in no mood to cook dinner. And Zhang Yixing, who has the cooking skills of an Absolute Beginner, hasn't been allowed into the kitchen since he broke his mother's imported French flat-bottom pan. That was twenty-three years ago. A simple dinner consisting of 8 million side dishes, ginseng stewed chicken, black noodles, cream of mushroom soup, and Caesar salad.

Finish with milk pudding and a detox-style mixed fruit and vegetable smoothie. It was cooked by a few young housewives.

Too bad, I think.

Eating for two people is like feeding an entire village.

"This Monday is closed. Will you be home?" P'Nara asked without looking up.

Yixing sighed, actually, like a human being who had been buried in an office since before graduation and longed for the old days of lying at home with his belly spread out. Listen to Brother Lee Yin sing. Along with annoying P'Nara more than anything. He spent the entire week thinking about this special public holiday. and do something different

"I want to go to Gyeonggi-do."

Brother Nara placed the silver chopsticks in his hand. The sound of metal hitting the table was unusually loud.

"My husband is going to bring an AK gun and shoot him in the head someday."

“I know Jinho Na. You don't have to worry about that." He shrugged.

“The three of you have been addicted to Patongko since elementary school. Why, I don't know. And it's no surprise that both you and Jinho love Wendy like that. But you have to sympathize with your friend. Jinho has spent his whole life with a woman who still keeps half of his heart for him. It's not funny, for someone who can love that much, he knows how to love, it hurts in a good way.

That is, you must disappear from his life. at least Wendy and Jinho, who are so busy making money, probably forget that they ever had friends like you.”

"Don't forget, Ching. The person who rejected Wendy is you."

He has nothing to say.

Brother Nara, the person who watched the three of them grow up together, knows better than anyone. A group of best friends consisting of two boys standing next to a Korean-American girl with a blunt face.

Who knows, over time, the ugly duckling will turn into a beautiful white swan.

Who knows, as time passes, the love given to each other will turn out to be different from before.

Who knows? Zhang Yixing is not a man who can bring happiness to any woman.

...He blames God.

How cruel to them, the merciful One!

"Without you, Wendy still has Jinho."

The Zhang siblings didn't touch the food. Nara gripped the phone tightly. Tried to call Li Yin who acted like she was running away after a man.

As for Yixing, he ordered the housekeeper to wear a polka dot apron and wrap everything in a vacuum box.

He misses Wendy...

It's already too much.

The white skin of the Zhang siblings was all fragile. In the summer with a lot of sunshine like this The oldest sister wears long-sleeved shirts and long jeans when she goes out. Elder Li Yin, who prides himself on his egg milk, chooses the sunniest day according to the weather forecast for a fun, hot trip to a beach.

Waving a hundred layers of sunscreen Wearing a small two-piece in a sweet color, showing off the figure that she took care of diligently. and returned home with a red itchy rash all over his body. As for Yixing, he hid in his bedroom. Sitting slouched in front of the TV screen Surrounded by junk food Hands wrapped around a joystick he bought with money saved from a semester's worth of pocket money. His eyes were focused on the honorable playing field in front of him.

Elementary school students have more to do during school break than high school students like Nara and Li Yin think. Time to stay home together in the evening after school. Two sisters would take his favorite cola and trade it for toilets. Jang Nara, who is good at science, tells Yixing about the acidity that can cause ulcers in the stomach.

The amount of sugar can cause high blood sugar to cause many diseases. and ended it by threatening that she and Brother Li Yin would have to get married and have children. As for his sick younger brother, he must take care of himself haphazardly. after dinner Brother Liyin would insist on him practicing the piano until 8:00 p.m. or so. Every time a note goes wrong

Yixing must go back and start over from the beginning. He walked out of the piano practice room with bones rustling. because of sitting still for a long time The two eyes were weighted like they were weighted with blocks of lead. But his day still had another tough obstacle to overcome. When pushing the bedroom door He saw Brother Nara wearing a pajama skirt, sitting straight, waiting on the leather chair in front of the writing desk.

“Hurry up, little brother. Before you get knocked out of this table."

If Yixing can refuse He will choose to use that right now.

The Zhang family became wealthy from serving as local nobles during the early Qing Dynasty. Until the end of the monarchy His ancestors swallowed their pride and hunched their necks and shoulders to blend in with the factory workers in order to survive day by day. Saving money is impossible. Since they didn't even have rice to fill the pot.

Or a broken ear of corn for the little children who have to work in a textile factory. Even though those little hands were as delicate as a porcelain doll. The great Chairman Mao's progressive policies took the lives of almost all members of the family, but strangely, despite poverty, The words in the family records were still conveyed in eloquent words and neat handwriting, unchanged from those of noble ancestors.

They wrote notes on the flyer frames with ink from the lace they had made themselves. Life is difficult as time passes. The sun peeked over the horizon. Then it moved until it met on the other side of the sky again and again, until this day when the Chinese nation rose again to dominate the world's trade market. This time, they would never allow this sweet opportunity to slip away.

Small trading stalls sprang up on the wasteland along the river. like mushrooms No big, brightly colored umbrellas to protect from the sun and wind. Just basic goods are enough for the way people eat and use. Time moves by People changed little by little. The size of the stall gradually expanded as the economic system continued to grow.

From dark-colored clothing for construction workers. Place them in a small pile for customers to crowd together and pick up two pieces each. When both the system and the people begin to open their eyes and mouths Various products flow out of industrial plants. Its price is very cheap. And the quality is not ugly according to Chinese standards.

Tight T-shirts with rainbow stripes are popular with women whom older generations politely call A Yi --- Auntie. Rhinestone hair clips keep her curls from obscuring her face. Stretch pants that are tailored to fit your butt...

They expanded their business until they were able to open a sewing factory. Build a textile factory to process raw materials to feed the mother factory. And began to receive orders from major merchants in major cities. After that, Zhang Yang's Twenty-Four Trade Business never stepped back or stayed put. A very smart management team combined with products that can meet market needs

The finesse and finesse they use to outsmart their opponents makes them no different than jet-engined cheetahs.

...and a heavy burden fell on Zhang Yixing's small shoulders Before the boy even opened his eyes to see the world.

where the two sisters They could only prepare their younger brothers as best they could. For the game of life that gradually creeps in and influences life.

No matter how many years have passed Confucianism is still deeply rooted in the Chinese way of life. Even those who choose to immigrate and settle abroad. The clever elder Nara was rejected as successor for a simple and unreasonable reason.

--Jang Nara is a woman.

Those people were so stupid that they chose him to be the Supreme Leader of Korea's Zhang Yang...

Or perhaps, he thought that the young Zhang Yixing Probably allowed to act according to the wishes of the power in the company.

...It's not that easy.

..Bang...

...Bang...

A rude pounding on the door made the stupid wooden door shake as if it were coming off its hinges. It must have been someone in the dorm who thought of teasing him like they did every day. Junmyeon is fully conscious. and continue to read books

“Open the door, Kim Junmyeon!”

Zhang Yixing...

He sprung up almost as soon as he heard the call. The young boy dropped the pencil in his hand and rushed towards the door without thinking. His hand trembled and he twisted the knob clumsily, losing several seconds. Finally, it was someone outside who pushed open the wooden door and came in with an irritated kiss. His beautiful face was more calm than ever before.

"I'm not coming to open tomorrow." His sarcasm was 100% sarcastic. But his innate brashness made him undaunted.

"I don't think it was you."

"And who do you think?"

“The morons around here like to act nonsense all day. You don't care.”

And Zhang Yixing really didn't care. He walked over to the cluttered table and placed three plastic bags on the flat chairs. Junmyeon kept doubts in his heart. Yixing never came to see him more than once a day.

"There's food in the bag. And I guess nothing fell into your stomach except my water..."

Very direct, without timidity. He wondered if this person still had some human ingredients mixed in.

“You guessed right, I'm really hungry. Then I'll go grab a plate. Would you like some beer?"

“No, I didn't tell you to eat right now. ...After I finish eating."

Junmyeon gasped. Yi Qing took off his sweater. Followed by a shirt and slacks for work. He doesn't like wearing boxers. And that was why there was only a single pair of black underwear left on his body. White skin has unnatural redness in many places. The young man thought it was his own doing.

"How long will you stare? I'm dying of cold." Her thin body lay down on the hard mattress, her slender legs wide enough to form the legendary M shape. Junmyeon gulped. He slowly stroked the soft skin, past the knee, to the thigh, his other hand circling gently. Squeeze the stubborn part under the cloth a little until it expands and prepares.

The sweeter face wiped away the color of blood. Beautiful eyes fall asleep Biting his lower lip as if seductively. The moans in his throat stirred up the raw emotions that had been dormant once again. The small pair of underwear came off easily. Junmyeon kicked it off the edge of the bed.

"Vibrator."

"Of course, good man."

The bedside drawer opened again. This time, he picked up an egg-shaped device that could adjust the strength. Spin it around in your hand a few times. Turn on the speed check switch and point it into the bright pink throbbing lane. The buttocks are soft and slightly tense.

"Don't be silly.."

The little egg was suddenly pushed into the love channel inside, causing the impatient person to gasp with fear. The buttocks shake due to the highest level of strength. The thrill increased in intensity with the warm mouth filling the love rod. A rough palm pressed the other man's waist to make him lie still on the bed. A hot tongue flicks, creating endless fun. The tiny teeth scraped against the skin causing him to let out a moan of pleasure.

"...Ugh...deeper..."

Junmyeon relaxed the pressure on his waist. That opened the door for the person who was excited to slam his butt hard. The core of his body was so hot it was so tight that he almost choked. If Zhang Yixing went crazy and died from happiness Kim Junmyeon probably suffocated to death...

"Ugh...what's wrong with you?"

He parted his lips. Before Yixing hits harder, otherwise, tomorrow's newspaper will definitely have a headline the size of a buffalo's child about a high school student who died because he had sex with a human male nearly ten years older than him.

"Shut up and get on with it."

"...that much hunger," he muttered under his breath, but those with good ears heard everything he wanted.

“Are you going to be nice or fuck me with tears?” Do you think that someone like Kim Junmyeon would be afraid of the lame threats of someone moaning beneath him even before penetration?

...yes

Hey, she has dark powers.

No, no, no risk.

"Calm down, calm down."

Junmyeon unzipped his thick jeans. He didn't take off his whole body. Just scroll down enough for the little dragon to open its eyes to see the world. I don't want to boast about its greatness. But he was very sure that in the next few seconds, Zhang Yixing would definitely cause the sheets to fall apart.

Yixing's soft hands impatiently pulled out the vibrator. Junmyeon inserted his core into the tight hole with difficulty. His partner hates lube. It makes the activity devoid of the color and pain that arouses it. The throbbing circle of muscles squeezed him viciously, causing him to die. He hadn't even moved yet...

He calmly began his activities. His hips moved slightly with a slow rhythm but emphasized the same familiar clit points. Yixing moved his hips in response until they were completely covered. Frightened, slender arms hugged his neck. Sharp nails dug into the flesh, releasing the thrill. His throat started to hurt and his skin burned.

Junmyeon lifted his slender legs onto his shoulders. It creates such closeness that there is no space left for anything to intervene. The impact was incessant, like pouring gasoline onto a blazing fire. Hot palms brushed against his bare chest. Slender fingers rubbed, creating a tingling sensation on the top of the sweet pink breast. Her thin chest arched to accept the rough palms that pampered her on both sides.

The sweet moans stirred up the desires of both of them to rage like a storm on a monsoon night.

"Cum inside..."

He saw Lucifer's group not far away. The brain spins like a top. His body was tight but so full that he almost forgot to breathe. Nerve cells in other parts of the body seemed to stop working for a moment. His hand held Yixing's back tightly.

"...open..."

Warm, cloudy white liquid sprayed into the back channel. Part of the flow overflowed onto the thighs and lips that had been bitten by the owner, swollen and slightly exposed due to the force of emotion, making her thin body look sexier than any other Mr. Ek GV. --It's not like Junmyeon uses this type of media very often. But he thought he could tell quite a bit.

It's embarrassing to admit. Meanwhile, Junmyeon finished his work and wanted to sleep for a few minutes. Zhang Yixing continued to send heavy shocks, letting the other person know that his duty was not yet finished easily. He turned himself into a crawling position on his knees. Softness is not in the dictionary of a man who arches his hips. With Junmyeon's strength

His delicate forearms limp and sag against the mattress. Yi Qing used his elbows to push his body from flattening to the ground. He opened his mouth to moan at the last moment before Junmyeon turned over exhausted, his bottom still connected.

“Do you have this much strength?” Yixing lay helpless. But she didn't manage to make that sweet sound come out and insult him.

“You are no different from me,” Junmyeon laughed. He thought he was really laughing. It's not a loud noise like when you're with friends.

The other person didn't answer. He let silence fall over the narrow rectangular space. The sound of chattering loudly in Chinese, Yanbian mixed with Korean accents, pronounced in the throat, came from the next room. Junmyeon had read that it was a North Hamkyung people's samniang. Cold Provinces in the Democratic People's Republic of North Korea Where there is no democracy even in the bark of a pine tree.

"...different..."

"you..."

"Hug me please."

"Will the ghost come in or go down?"

Yixing heard a soft sigh. His naked body was exposed to the icy cold air, the thin cement walls of his room he was sure unable to protect against the cold, heat, or even the crashing and shrieking noises of the previous activities. But as a student, the owner of the room is not worried at all.

Zhang Yixing didn't need to worry too much.

His palms were as cold as the air around him. Junmyeon wrapped his hands around his narrow waist. It's embarrassing for a man to have a slender figure like a woman's. But he lived with it for so many years that he was able to let go a lot. Slender fingers spread along the flat stomach. It didn't tingle, but it tickled a little. Warm breath slowly moved closer.

Finally, that prominent nose was buried in the crook of his neck. Dry, cracked lips gently nudged the skin of his neck. If Yi Qing were a little more instigated than this. He slapped this young man's face.

"What's wrong?" Junmyeon rested his chin on his thin shoulder. One hand wrapped loosely around the other's warm, soft hand.

"Would you like to hear about the love story of a twenty-four year old man who has never had a girlfriend?"

“I guess the twenty-four year old man is Mr. Zhang Yixing. He's never had a girlfriend but he's had five dozen sexual partners. Is that right?"

"do not know..."

“That's funny, Mr. Yixing. Five dozen is sixty people. I think if you had anything to do with the fifty-nine men before me We both probably already have positive blood. But ten days ago I just went for a physical examination. Did you know that Kim Junmyeon is stronger than the school athletic athletes?"

Zhang Yixing laughed. He trembled from suppressing laughter in the cool embrace of his young partner. Junmyeon has a mean sense of humor.

"...Forty of them, women, I just slept next to."

"Just kidding..."

Who would be so stupid to drag a woman into a hotel to cuddle instead of just being a body pillow? Especially the human Zhang Yixing. Men who have a frightening amount of sex drive under normal conditions.

“If someone were to tell you where the effort is, The success is there. --All lies. You know, I've tried forty times to sleep with women. Penetration with them was sometimes emotional, some was not, but what was unusual was that I hate it.. That wet vagina."

Besides attaching a vibrator to the on-top position, he only understood today. The sex-crazed man who loves lubricant-free penetration has a more brutal dimension.

It was funny, but Junmyeon couldn't help but laugh. His relative had problems with sexual relations and had to divorce the wife he had been with since he was in diploma school. Today, Uncle still remains single. and always remembers his former aunt-in-law Many years ago, the youngest uncle was beaten almost to death for messing with the food belonging to the woman he loved in the dormitory.

But how could something like this happen to two people around him?

Other reasons were more likely in the opinion of Junmyeon students.

“But you don't have feelings for those people. It's normal to be disgusted."

“I once loved a woman more than my own life. That was the first time I realized I wanted to have sex with a real person. We kissed under the mistletoe as the sun set. --And then it was the first time that it didn't work out. The dove didn't even set up. You can't imagine,” Yixing said as if answering a question about the weather. If he doesn't die You may have been through it for so long that you don't feel like you should be vulnerable with it anymore.

"So you're trying for the forty-first time with a guy."

"yes"

Junmyeon doesn't understand. He believed that naturally Men and women are like opposite poles of magnets that attract each other with enormous mysterious energy, both outside and inside the fabric. But for those who spent their teenage years wasted in an all-boys school, His opposite magnetic pole was only Old Miss, whose attractiveness limit approached minus infinity.

He is not ready to be the father of anyone's child even though he still asks his mother to send money for expenses every month like this.

“We were roommates who had been together for three and a half years. What do we have after the end of year 4 exams? That was my first real time. It's the first time that I'll never forget for the rest of my life."

The sun hasn't set yet. But its light is weak in the season of short days. Snow must have fallen until no one bothered to shovel it again. The student dormitory was cramped compared to the exorbitant prices his mother paid. Rough white curtains like rice sacks obscured the view outside. Dim light streamed in through cracks in the window frames, which were so rusted that they couldn't open. The weather was cold.

But Junmyeon is happy. He had a black card lying quietly in his wallet. There are many food containers in plastic boxes. And what is more important?

Kim Junmyeon has Zhang Yixing in his arms...

"If you can't forget the first person Please don't forget your twentieth man.”

No answer escaped his full lips. But a touch as light as cotton wool pressed onto dry lips. Grinding and snuggling with small, juicy tongues. Traversing the white teeth Gently intertwined with a warm tongue. The face turns and adjusts its angle to the appropriate position to continue the sensational touch. When he finally breathed, he inhaled again, again, and again...

For as long as eternity...

"I'm hungry. Let's eat."

。。。THE END 。。。