Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 67

The sight of Cheon Sejoo lying there helplessly brought back the scene he had witnessed that day. Kang Doyoon moaning beneath Cheon Sejoo. And at the same time, Sejin recalled the countless dreams he had had with Cheon Sejoo. He could no longer bear it. Sejin gently rubbed his forehead against Cheon Sejoo’s. And then, as if kissing his cheek, he whispered,

“I’ll replace Kang Doyoon. Just do it with me…”

Breaths full of heat scattered over Cheon Sejoo’s entire body. Cheon Sejoo, who hadn’t even understood why Sejin had entered the room, felt a slight return to consciousness at Sejin’s brazen words. It was like a ray of light shining through his hazy mind. Cheon Sejoo lifted his heavy eyelids and looked at Sejin, who had suddenly appeared and was babbling nonsense.

“What do you even know how to do…”

A slow voice emerged. Sirens were ringing in his head. It felt as if rain was pouring down on his entire body, just like that day. Even though he hadn’t actually gotten wet that day, on rainy days, Cheon Sejoo felt like he was suffocating in rainwater.

So, to live, to endure, to not hurt Sejin, he had chosen to drink and forget instead of looking for Doyoon, but now that Kwon Sejin appeared before him, Cheon Sejoo felt his patience snap. He doesn’t even know why I’m like this. He resented Sejin for constantly trying to cross the line, as if ignoring him.

You’re just going to run away in the end… The alcohol deeply infiltrated his mind, causing Cheon Sejoo’s primal emotions, which he had suppressed, to explode. With a chilling sneer, Cheon Sejoo reached out. He grabbed Sejin by the collar, who was hovering beside him, and said,

“Get out while I’m being nice…”

“…Why not me?”

Enraged by the rejection, Sejin grabbed Cheon Sejoo’s hand and pulled it down. Drunk, Cheon Sejoo couldn’t overcome Sejin’s grip. He was excessively weak. As if not just drunk, but like someone who had gone through something sad, there was no strength in his expression… or his voice…

I wish you’d find comfort in me. Not in that person. Sejin, suppressing his hurt, brushed his fingertips over Cheon Sejoo’s palm, which was pressed down on the bed. As Cheon Sejoo frowned at the ticklish sensation, Sejin descended onto his lower body, provoking him.

“You said you could do it if your hearts connect, even without dating. Then do it with me. Don’t bother calling Kang Doyoon, just do it with me…”

As Sejin’s engorged penis brushed his groin, Cheon Sejoo let out a quiet, hollow laugh. Haha, the short end of his soft laughter. It wasn’t just fear that was unleashed from his confinement. Among what Cheon Sejoo had suppressed was a sticky desire for Sejin.

However, Cheon Sejoo tried hard to regain his composure. He didn’t want to treat Sejin this way. If he were to spend the night with him, he wanted it to be… a little more gentle and wonderful.

But even while drunk, he clearly knew that Kwon Sejin was not the type to politely leave if he was placated by promising a next time. Cheon Sejoo let out a choked breath, rubbing his eyes.

“What do you even know how to do…”

Fortunately, Kwon Sejin knew nothing. The provocation of a child who didn’t even know how to kiss meant nothing to him. He continued speaking to push Sejin away. He moved his stiff mouth to scare Sejin.

“Will you do everything I want? It’ll hurt…”

His fingertips slowly descended, groping Sejin’s waist. They slipped under Sejin’s t-shirt, who flinched, and caressed his slender waist. He found Sejin’s childish bravado, unaware of his own state, utterly displeasing, but his body, damn it, was honest.

As he caressed the soft skin, Cheon Sejoo’s dick instinctively became erect. It would have been better if it had stopped there, but the thread of reason broken by alcohol was too far for him to grasp anymore.

Suddenly unable to bear it, Cheon Sejoo’s rough fingertips traced Sejin’s lower back. Ha, with a deep sigh, he unhesitatingly slipped his hand into Sejin’s pants and grabbed Sejin’s buttocks. He asked, unable to conceal his excitement,

“Are you sure you’re okay? Kwon Sejin, it’s going to be very… different from what you imagine…”

From Sejin’s perspective, the voice was closer to temptation than fear. Cheon Sejoo probably didn’t even realize he was making such a sound. So, Sejin’s reaction was different from what he expected. Blushing and breathing heavily, Sejin simply grabbed Cheon Sejoo’s hand that had gone into his pants and pulled it down. Then, slowly, he moved his lower body, which had been trapping Cheon Sejoo, and pushed his knees between Cheon Sejoo’s legs.

“…I dreamed about you.”

His voice was still hazy, as if he were in a dream. There were countless times he had been tempted by Cheon Sejoo. Sejin chased the lingering images of his dream, moving to recreate that time. Kwon Sejin positioned himself between Cheon Sejoo’s slightly parted legs. With fervent eyes, like boiling lava, he looked down at Cheon Sejoo and slowly lowered one hand.

“While I was in this house, very often…”

His pale, long fingers gently wrapped around Cheon Sejoo’s knee. Sejin’s hand soon went behind his leg and gripped Cheon Sejoo’s popliteal fossa.

“In that dream, you were always…”

Thwip, Cheon Sejoo’s legs parted and were lifted up, and the thin fabric of his pants stretched taut. Sejin looked down at Cheon Sejoo’s rigidly erect penis, then let out a faint sigh and brought his own dick to Cheon Sejoo’s groin.

“Under me.”

Their two fully erect penises rubbed against each other, still encased in clothing. Ah, with a slow exclamation, Cheon Sejoo chuckled weakly.

It was his limit. He could no longer restrain the desires he had suppressed. At Sejin’s provocation, which had crossed the line, Cheon Sejoo helplessly gave in.

It’s not my fault. I tried to push you away. With thoughts he wouldn’t have had if he were sober, Cheon Sejoo’s eyes curved into a smile towards Sejin. Licking his lips, which were flushed red with heat, he admitted defeat.

“Go ahead, if you can.”

The only thing the loser could offer was a cheap body. Cheon Sejoo, with a languid smile, raised both hands and placed them on his head. It was an undefended surrender, signaling no resistance.

As he watched that, it felt like tinnitus was ringing in his ears. Sejin stared blankly down at Cheon Sejoo, then gasped and lowered his head towards him. But unlike his urgent actions, his movements were slow. His trembling lips softly descended onto Cheon Sejoo’s lips. Sejin took in Cheon Sejoo’s explicit gaze, which was aimed at him, with his whole body, and kissed him.

Smack, smack, the touching skin was soft, just like in his dream. It was soft, sweet, and even that light kiss made Sejin feel as if his head was melting. And as he kissed him, with Cheon Sejoo letting out a soft sigh, his doubt gradually turned into certainty. A certainty that this was definitely not the first time. The realization that Cheon Sejoo’s visit last night had actually happened.

It wasn’t a dream. Last night, Cheon Sejoo had come to him, and he hadn’t pushed him away. That was the moment of realization. Cheon Sejoo, who had been receiving Sejin’s pecks with narrowed eyes, raised a hand, grabbed Sejin’s head, and pushed his tongue into his mouth.

“…Ugh.”

Surprised, Sejin opened his mouth and hunched his shoulders. Cheon Sejoo’s tongue gently swept over Sejin’s stiff, curled tongue. Sejin’s eyes unfocused at the wet sensation. The strong scent of alcohol made Cheon Sejoo’s saliva feel like harsh whiskey. Sejin, with trembling hands, cupped Cheon Sejoo’s cheeks and opened his mouth wide.

More, just a little more… The flesh reaching out to him was sweet. The sensation of his palate being scraped was intensely stimulating. Unable to conceal his excitement, Sejin awkwardly imitated Cheon Sejoo’s movements, moving his own tongue. He pressed Cheon Sejoo’s lower lip with a slow, kneading motion, sucking on his tongue where saliva had pooled. A handful of soft flesh was caught in his mouth and then released. Impatient, Sejin clung to Cheon Sejoo again, sucking on his upper lip. Haa, with a deep sigh, a part of the man’s body was held in Sejin’s mouth.

This wasn’t enough. No, this isn’t it… His head was hot, and Sejin felt dizzy as he opened his eyes. Even though he hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol, he felt as disoriented as if he were drunk. Cheon Sejoo lightly kissed Sejin’s lips and whispered in a voice mixed with a low chuckle,

“Is this all you’ve got? If you’re just going to play games, get out…”

His tone implied that this kiss was nothing. He hadn’t said such things in the dream… Sejin, his cheeks flushed, pouted and bit his lips hard. He painfully sucked Cheon Sejoo’s provocative mouth, silencing him, then lifted his trembling hands. The man’s body, which he had only ever eyed, lay defenseless. He had always wanted to touch and explore his body, but now that the opportunity had arrived, he couldn’t bring himself to touch him carelessly.

Seeing Sejin like that, a smile gradually spread across Cheon Sejoo’s sculpted, shadowed face. Realizing there was a hint of teasing in that smile, Sejin bit his teeth and pushed up Cheon Sejoo’s t-shirt.

Just the touch of skin on his fingertips was enough to make him lose his mind, but his subtly pink nipples were standing erect. Sejin unconsciously licked his lips, looking back and forth between Cheon Sejoo’s chest and eyes. He hesitated, then cautiously asked,

“…Can I suck?”

At that question, Cheon Sejoo chuckled, a rumble in his throat. Frowning, he looked up at Sejin with half-closed eyes and mumbled. It was a mischievous remark, like teasing a child.

“You’re making it troublesome… This is why I don’t deal with kids.”

It’s the alcohol. He had never made such jokes during sex, but Cheon Sejoo, not sober, couldn’t take back the garbage spilling from his mouth.

“…I’m not a kid.”

“Should I teach you everything?”

At his question, Sejin bit his lip hard. His face, flushed red and glaring at him, was so beautiful that Cheon Sejoo couldn’t tear his eyes away. Cheon Sejoo pressed Sejin’s head closer to his own heart, which was pounding just as hard. “Suck it,” he whispered softly, and only then did Sejin open his mouth wide and bite down on his nipple.

“Haa…”

Even though his whole body was consumed by alcohol and lust, his senses were clear. Cheon Sejoo felt Sejin’s tongue gently lick and pass over the small protrusion. He thought it was an unfamiliar sensation, but at the same time, his whole body tingled, and it wasn’t unpleasant. It felt as if his entire body was melting in the heat Sejin emitted.

Always having been the one to caress his partners, becoming the recipient felt distinctly different. Each time Sejin’s kisses continued, sucking at his breast like candy, his lower abdomen tingled.

“More… huff, do more…”

Cheon Sejoo mumbled softly and lowered one hand to cup his own penis. He stroked his hard-erect penis up and down, focusing on the contact with Sejin. The soft protrusion of Sejin’s tongue licked tantalizingly close to his areola. The tongue, which had almost touched his nipple, moved away without contact, and the lips that settled around it painfully sucked at his skin.

Cheon Sejoo didn’t notice the change that began with a sharp pain. He was simply immersed in a sensation of his entire body ecstatically melting each time he touched Sejin.

His neat teeth gently scraped the tip of his nipple. With Sejin’s hot breath and the unfamiliar sensation of pleasure pouring over him, Cheon Sejoo couldn’t bear it and forcefully gripped the tip of his glans.

“Ugh…”

He gripped and shook his penis with a surge of pressure, as if something had been inserted into him. His hips bounced up and down, and Sejin’s lower body, rising above his pants, brushed against Cheon Sejoo’s lower half. Sejin frowned, his eyes tinged with red, and looked up. Cheon Sejoo, lips parted and eyes tightly closed, looked breathless, like someone starved for exquisite pleasure.

Haa, Sejin, letting out a breath full of excitement, sat up and pulled down Cheon Sejoo’s pants and underwear. Thwip, his dark pink penis, thrusting out of his boxer briefs, was thoroughly wet at the tip. Cheon Sejoo’s thumb rested on his meatus, which was soaked with pre-cum.

“Ah…”

He let out a languid moan, then rubbed the tip of his penis with his short thumbnail, as if poking the opening. The skin, reddened as if bleeding, twisted around, spilling slick fluid. Sejin gazed at the sight as if enchanted, then frantically tore off his own clothes.

His t-shirt, pants, and underwear fell to the floor in succession, and Sejin, now naked, unhesitatingly pulled down Cheon Sejoo’s lower garments, which were draped over his thighs. Cheon Sejoo narrowed his eyes and helped him undress. Meanwhile, his penis, released from his hand, twitched up and down as if craving contact. Sejin, finally having removed Cheon Sejoo’s boxer briefs, grabbed his penis with one hand before they even hit the floor.

“Kkh…”

With a short moan, Cheon Sejoo bucked his hips once. The penis, having slid across Sejin’s dry palm, fell back down and settled into his hand.

“Cheon Sejoo…”

Sejin, calling his name with a heated voice, pushed Cheon Sejoo’s legs up and rubbed his glans against him. At that moment, Cheon Sejoo flinched at the unexpected fullness. While he looked up with disbelieving eyes to check Sejin’s size, Sejin couldn’t bear it and kissed him again.

“Mmm…”

At that kiss, Cheon Sejoo looked up at Sejin again. Sejin’s eyes, softly moaning, seemed wet somehow. Each time he blinked, a reddish tear-dot disappeared under his eyelashes and reappeared. His face, flushed with lust, was excessively erotic. Cheon Sejoo felt his footing give way and opened his mouth.

This time, Sejin was the first to extend his tongue, invading Cheon Sejoo’s inner mouth. His hot tongue tip swept every corner of Cheon Sejoo’s mouth. Sejin’s tongue roamed like an outlaw where no one had touched for years. Sejin gently scraped Cheon Sejoo’s palate, just as Cheon Sejoo had done to him, and as Cheon Sejoo trembled and moaned, Sejin let out a louder moan and lowered the corners of his eyes.

“I really like you…”

Sejin, whispering like a confession, leaned his body closer to Cheon Sejoo. Sejin’s penis touched Cheon Sejoo’s abdomen. Sejin blindly thrust his penis against Cheon Sejoo’s belly like a puppy in its first heat. Cheon Sejoo, frowning at the awkward and unfamiliar foreplay, grabbed Sejin’s waist and showed him what to do.

“You… can’t do that.”