Ki-hoon wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to make me feel good. I tried to brace myself for it but the way he moved his hands, the way his fingers twirled around my shaft and then stroked, nothing could prepare me for the sensation that followed.

His delicate movements sent bolts of pleasure over my body and my legs began losing strength in the process.

I held the ends of the wash basin, panting and sweating while Ki-hoon stroked me from behind, his hand on my waist to steady me despite my trembling legs.

"Ahh—! Mphh—!" I bit my lip, trying to muffle my moan, but it was no use.

With each attempt to keep my mouth closed and swallow my moans, Ki-hoon would deliberately make it so that my body would jerk and my mouth would fly wide open with moans spilling out.

He leaned his body into mine, touched my chest as he touched my dick at the same time, while kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear.

It felt good. Being touched everywhere felt so good that I was slowly losing my sense of reason and reaching my limit.

But then, I heard Ki-hoon groan into my ear. It looked like he was feeling it too, and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my butt from behind.

He must want to let loose as well.

I bit my lip, wishing he could just take it out and show me how desperate he wanted to be inside me.

That would be torture in its own right because we both knew that couldn’t happen.

But still, he should at least take out his cock so he can feel better.

We both want to feel good.

I subconsciously began to grind my hips against his hardness, earning yet another groan from him.

"Jo-Pil," he called, his hand on my chest roaming up to my neck, and then he turned my face. My eyes met his in an instant. "That’s not very nice." He said, but I could see the desire in his eyes.

"What about you?" I asked him. "You’re not being too nice right now either."

He smirked and then took his hand down from my chin.

"Alright, I guess neither of us is being nice." He said and I began to hear the shuffle of his pants, as he unzipped and took out his hard cock.

He pressed it against my butt and for a moment, it felt like he was pressing his tip against my entrance.

It sent a strange thrill but at the same time scared me.

I looked back,

"H-hyung," I called, my voice light with panic.

"I know. Just relax, Jo-Pil." He said, but his expression didn’t look like he was relaxed either.

He was tensed, his eyes fixed on the point where his cock pressed on my entrance.

I saw his jaw tighten as he fought himself to regain control and not try anything stupid.

Then, his cock slid up, causing me to flinch.

"Ahh..."

I trembled.

He didn’t put it in but it made me feel so strange.

"Haah!" He let out a languid sigh as he began to rub his cock in between my butt cheeks, and then he placed it down, in between my thighs, rubbing against my dick.

"Mmm,"

"Keep your legs together, Jo-Pil." He said. "This time. It’s going to feel different."

With that, he began to thrust his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against my dick and sending thrilling sensations all over my body.

I could feel it so much I wanted to pass out, but I stayed sane, moaning to the pleasure and enjoying the look of lust on Ki-hoon’s face through the reflection in the mirror.

He looked like he was going to explode any moment now. And so was I.

I was going to finally let out the pent-up desire, even just a little bit.

"I’m going to cum now, Jo-Pil," Ki-hoon said and I nodded.

"Ahh, me too... Hngh... I’m cumming."

He was rubbing against my shaft so much that it was hard to keep a clear mind and not reach climax. It felt good, his hot cock pressing against mine, and the way he kept thrusting through my thighs.

I could feel the pulsing of his cock veins, as if they wanted to explode. And in no time Ki-hoon held me closer, grunting my name,

"Haa, Jo-Pil! Ngh!"

Even I jerked violently as semen spurted out of my dick, my eyes rolling back, and I felt hazy. Then, Ki-hoon kissed my lips, devouring me and sucking up whatever reason I had left.

It was dangerous. Their feeling.

I didn’t even realize it, but I got hard again, and that gave Ki-hoon an excuse to keep going.

By the time we were done, my dick felt sensitive, my thighs felt sore and my legs trembled like jelly.

We didn’t even do the real thing so what’s with the trembling like jelly?

Sigh.

But it felt good.

My face was still heated, despite how much I tried to cook it down.

Ki-hoon’s pheromones helped me calm the coming heat, so I wasn’t leaking Pheromones anymore. A pheromone shower is quite the remedy.

Now, the reason my face won’t stop heating up is that I keep thinking of the face Ki-hoon makes when he’s about to cum.

He opens his eyes, barely, fixes them on mine through the mirror, and just that look alone expresses how badly he wants to own me.

My head puffed again.

How could my face clear up when I keep thinking of that gaze, his dark eyes seeing through every bit of me?

I flailed my legs excitedly and then Ki-hoon dropped his hand on my shoulder.

I flinched and looked up to see him grinning.

"What are you thinking of right now Jo-Pil?"

My face flushed but I denied it flat.

"Nothing!"

"Really?" He asked and then leaned in to whisper in my ear. "But why do I feel like you’re thinking about what we just did in the restroom?"

I darted my eyes. You’ll never hear a confession from these lips so stop it.

Ki-hoon chuckled and then straightened up.

"That looks good on you." He said and I looked at the shirt I was wearing.

In the end, I had to buy new clothes because I had somehow sullied mine during our intimate session.

Ki-hoon too. So, he had to pay for the one he tried out and also get new ones. And as such, we ended up wearing matching white shirts.

Couple shirts with a half of a heart on both backs. When we come together, the heart becomes whole.

And Ki-hoon seemed to like this idea so much that he couldn’t stop smiling.

Well... My heart thumped warmly... I also like this idea so it’s a win-win.