The Mist Side Story 6, In Heat - (k)

#Side Story, In Heat - 11

Between his legs had already been heating up and rising since he started touching around the lips. A viscous pleasure kept surging up from below. As he caressed down to the waist, his fingertips touched the elastic waistband of the sweatpants. Seung-jo hesitated for a moment but slowly pushed his hand inside the pants.

It felt hot and damp on a different level from before. The heat rising to his head felt like it might burst. What had been slowly rising between his legs now stood up straight at once, nodding.

"Hah..."

Seung-jo closed his eyes and focused on the sensation in his palm. The first thing he felt was the fabric of the underwear. As he moved his hand gently through the soft cotton, he felt the outline of a man's thing similar to his own.

The urge to grasp it overwhelmed him surprisingly, but Seung-jo barely restrained himself by putting his other hand inside his own pants.

Tightly gripping his own thing that felt about to burst, Seung-jo instinctively turned his body and took a half-curled position. He was so excited that any rational thought seemed impossible.

"Damn it..."

Even in this situation, Mu-heon's face was just breathing regularly and peacefully, seemingly unaware of how far another's hand was touching his body.

Though he knew intellectually that this was fortunate, Seung-jo suddenly felt a surge of anger and roughly caressed Mu-heon's bare leg past the underwear. The feeling of smooth bare skin was maddeningly stimulating.

"Haah...!"

Was this how it felt to have a drop of water on your tongue after not drinking for a week? It was sweet. So undeniably sweet that Seung-jo finally had to admit it.

He was truly in heat for Mu-heon.

Suppressed panting echoed in the room where seven or eight people slept together. Thinking he was like a dog in heat, Seung-jo frantically caressed Mu-heon's legs, touched his thighs, and felt his lower abdomen and navel. His right hand was already shaking his own thing familiarly.

Huk, huk, huk, huk, haah. Haah.

Fluid leaked in drops from his swollen thing that felt about to burst. Seung-jo continued to carefully feel Mu-heon while writhing, and finally reached his climax with a sensation of his head going white.

In his mind, a white bursting fantasy kept showing him an image of himself rubbing his thing while feeling the buttocks inside the underwear he was grasping. In the fantasy, Mu-heon was shaking his hips with a tear-stained face, spreading his hands towards him. Seung-jo, Jeong Seung-jo. Help me.

'Help me.'

"Urgh..."

His thing convulsed in his palm, spilling semen. A sour smell quickly rose from inside the blanket. Seung-jo's body trembled with the pleasure of climax as he desperately looked at Mu-heon.

But strangely, his vision began to blur, and at some point, he realized that hot liquid was streaming from his eyes.

"I... I..."

Seung-jo pulled his trembling left hand out of Mu-heon's pants. With just that, Mu-heon returned to his original state. He looked damnably clean. Even just the nipple peeking out from between the blankets was enough to make Seung-jo lose his mind, feeling his own thing rising again. He felt like screaming from the horror of it all.

'Kang Mu-heon...!'

Seung-jo finally squeezed his eyes shut and grasped his thing again. Unable to make a sound, the flowing liquid kept soaking into the pillow. The last thing he could do was barely move his head to look at Mu-heon's face.

Finally, the morning of the day to go home arrived. While everyone was busily packing, Mu-heon approached Seung-jo, who was sitting blankly with an extremely tired face. Up close, his gaunt face looked even more pitiful.

"You really don't look good. Let's go get some medicine."

Thinking he might have a fever, Mu-heon touched his forehead as he spoke. Seung-jo flinched in surprise and looked up at Mu-heon with hollow eyes.

"...What did you say?"

"I said we should go get you some medicine. Come with me. You need to tell me where it hurts."

"I'm not sick."

Seung-jo shook his head and leaned back again. The dark mood emanating from his expression had deepened. Mu-heon didn't know what to do for his friend suffering from inexplicable depression.

"Then why are you like this?"

As Mu-heon frowned while speaking, Seung-jo finally showed a faint smile.

"Really, it's nothing."

"What, then can I go ahead? Oh..."

As Mu-heon spoke with a slightly disappointed face, Seung-jo suddenly got up and wrapped his arms around Mu-heon's waist, pulling him into an embrace. Mu-heon couldn't help but be startled at the sight of Seung-jo resting his forehead on his shoulder as if throwing a childish tantrum.

"Is this some new kind of attack?"

"...Don't leave me behind."

"What?"

"Don't go ahead without me."

The slightly hoarse voice muttered darkly, intensifying the gloom. Mu-heon blankly stared at Seung-jo's head embracing him for a moment, then raised his hand to pat it.

"Then I'll go with you. Is that okay?"

"How far will you go with me?"

The voice speaking with his face still buried was dark, but Mu-heon had no time to sense anything different from usual in that voice.

"What do you mean how far? We'll keep going together."

"Keep going."

"Yeah, man. Keep going."

"..."

After keeping silent for a moment, Seung-jo carefully opened his mouth.

"Kang Mu-heon."

"Yeah."

"Kang Mu-heon."

"What?"

"You're my friend."

"Why are you suddenly being like this?"

Thinking he should see his face, Mu-heon tried to push away Seung-jo who was hugging his waist. Seung-jo asked his final question.

"Then I'm your friend, right?"

"Of course you're my friend, what else would you be?"

At Mu-heon's exasperated reply, Seung-jo, who had been hugging him tightly enough to break his waist, finally loosened his arms.

"Ugh. My waist..."

As Mu-heon grumbled and completely pushed Seung-jo away, he suddenly gaped in surprise.