Even Zombies Have Fandoms

Chapter 101

Unlike his messy behavior rummaging below, his voice was quite affectionate. As if he simply wanted to help Muyoung who was in trouble. His gentle voice was convincing enough to make one think it might be okay to accept his help.

*Swish-*

Perhaps taking Muyoung’s confused silence as permission, the plumpest part of the palm that had been wrapping around his dick pressed more firmly against the shaft and slowly stroked downward.

“Huk.”

A tingling sensation incomparable to when just fingertips had brushed against it ran up his spine. Adding to that, when the ticklishness that made all his fine hairs stand on end started again, Muyoung, unable to bear the stimulation, jerked his hips backward as if trying to escape.

“Shhh-“

But he was immediately caught by firm arms, rendering him completely immobile.

Seokjae, making a warning sound between his lips, pulled the stiffened Muyoung closer while he remained in his backward-crawling position. They were already practically embracing, but now even the small gap Muyoung had maintained completely disappeared.

“You need to stay still.”

With strength draining from the hand that had been supporting him on the floor, Muyoung’s face sank into Seokjae’s chest. His senses, which had nearly scattered completely, sharply returned at Seokjae’s admonishment.

‘I think it’s because of me.’

He had wanted Seokjae to be concerned about him, but he hadn’t wanted him to know everything.

‘Just how much does hyung know?’

Did he notice the caressing touches on his leg? Or was he excited by Seokjae’s erection that he’d ended up rubbing against while offering his body?

‘Ho-hopefully he hasn’t noticed that I’ve had strange thoughts about him all along?’

There were too many things that made him feel guilty. To the point where he felt relieved about this surreal situation of Seokjae helping him masturbate. At least it meant he had escaped the worst-case scenario of being shunned for being a pervert.

Of course, there was something wrong with being so magnanimous as to care for the lower parts of someone aroused by you… but he decided to think of it as special treatment for a friend who had nearly died today.

‘I guess my erection wasn’t so forgettable after all.’

Muyoung supported himself again with the arm that had gone limp, then looked up at Seokjae with great anxiety and slight anticipation. He was curious because he had been disappointed when Seokjae hadn’t shown any reaction before. What kind of face would he be making now?

‘…?’

And upon seeing Seokjae’s face, Muyoung became confused. It was an expression that his mind simply couldn’t interpret. At first glance, he seemed to be painfully holding something back, yet oddly looked pleased, and also somehow tense.

“Uh- hyung?”

He wanted to know whether it was a negative signal or not, but he couldn’t be sure. So Muyoung could only call out to him with a trembling voice. He thought he would feel reassured if he confirmed that Seokjae’s voice was still gentle.

Seokjae, seeming to have read something in his wavering gaze, immediately spoke.

“It’s okay. I don’t think it’s strange.”

What, what? That I get excited by you?

“You’re pent up and sensitive, and I touched a sensitive area, that’s why, right?”

“Ah.”

Only then could Muyoung relax.

‘Hyung doesn’t know anything.’

Regardless of what Muyoung was thinking, Seokjae only noticed the tension leaving the body in his arms. Then he resumed moving his hand that had paused briefly while pressing their bodies together. He didn’t like that the dick had become docile in that short moment.

His hand abruptly invaded inside the boxer briefs. Deliberately rough, so that his fingernails scraped the dick as they moved down.

“Heuk.”

Muyoung, who had been mulling over a strange bitterness, inhaled sharply at the burning sensation and urgently grabbed Seokjae’s wrist. But his hand had already seized the dick. He whispered while fiddling with the skin surrounding the glans with his thumb.

“In this situation, someone who handles it well would be more strange, so you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

“Bu-but.”

“No buts, I said it’s okay.”

“Still…”

“Or is it that you don’t want to come by a man’s hand?”

As if asking, “when you’re this hard?” Seokjae placed the tip of his index finger where the shaft and glans connected. Then he hooked his nail at the boundary and scratched upward as if pulling the glans up.

“No, that’s not it, eut- it’s just… I feel like I’m making hyung do something terrible…!”

With the fear of his sensitive part being torn, Muyoung supported himself with trembling knees, barely managing to stand up awkwardly following the hand’s guidance as he explained.

Satisfied with the appearance that resembled a dog being pulled by a leash, Seokjae praised him by gently stroking the base of his dick with his broad palm.

“Can’t I do this much for you? If that’s it, stop thinking and focus on my hand.”

“Heuuuu…”

Fortunately or unfortunately, Muyoung didn’t need to try to follow his words. Because every time the large, rough palm rubbed against his tender skin, a pleasure that made his hair stand on end followed. Rather, he had to exert effort not to lose his mind from concentrating too much.

His legs, which he had struggled to keep standing, had long since given out and sat back down. Perhaps because his arousal had been neglected several times without resolution, his dick began to secrete fluid with just light teasing.

The first to realize this fact was not the owner of the body, but Seokjae who was fondling the dick.

*Squelch-*

He immediately wrapped his hand around the tip, slowly smearing the transparent fluid onto his palm. As the sensitive glans rubbed against his palm, an overwhelming sensation surged. Muyoung’s waist began to sway back and forth gradually.

“Ah, hy-hyung. This is too…”

He was completely out of his mind, not even aware of where he was thrusting his hips. With moist, downcast eyes, calling him desperately with those small lips that would surely tear if they were to wrap around his dick.

It was enough to make someone want to pounce on him right away. Just as Seokjae, captivated by that sight, swallowed dryly, Muyoung’s gaze, unfocused and unclear where it was directed, turned toward him.

“…Hyuuung-“

As if impatient with the momentarily slowed hand movement, his plump lips quivered and a sweet voice flowed out. At this scene, more intense than any fantasy he’d had before, Seokjae’s hand tightened with force. Muyoung, who had been half-melting, inhaled sharply and opened his eyes wide at the sudden pain.

“Huk.”

“…”

But the pain was soon overwhelmed by pleasure. This was because Seokjae formed a ring with his fingers, wet with pre-cum, and began to stroke from the base of the dick to the tip of the glans.

*Squelch, squelch.*

Wet sounds echoed around them. Muyoung’s moans also grew louder along with them. He seemed to have completely forgotten that there were others in the same place.

“Hauuk!”

“Shhh. Quiet.”

In place of Muyoung, Seokjae, who was in a position to check on the two sleeping people, gave a brief warning before moving his eyes that he didn’t want to turn away.

The two people at the edge of his vision appeared to be soundly asleep, no different from before. But Seokjae picked up the lab coat he had left aside for contingencies and covered Muyoung’s head. The small body kneeling was sufficiently hidden by just one coat.

‘He doesn’t seem able to control his moans, so it can’t be helped.’

He lacked hands to cover him himself. His free hand was holding Muyoung to prevent him from falling backward.

So now was the time to take a step back. Although he wanted to see him climax, if he ruined this first experience, the shy Muyoung would never give him another chance.

The lingering regret could only be appeased by toying with his cute dick.

“Uh, hyung… I, I think I’m going to… ah, w-wait. Mo-move your hand.”

“It’s okay, just come.”

Not knowing what Seokjae was thinking as he played with his dick, Muyoung twisted his waist at the approaching climax. He was struggling to escape even a little.

But the palm stroking his dick and the fingers rubbing his glans persistently followed until he climaxed.

“Heuk… heuk.”

Muyoung exhaled rough breaths, not even aware that the coat had enveloped him and darkened his surroundings.

*Swish- squelch. Swish-*

Inside the space surrounded by the coat. Moist sounds stirred his head completely. With his field of vision narrowed, his other senses became even more sensitive.

‘I, I think I’m going to faint…’

Muyoung didn’t know how to handle the surging sexual pleasure. He could only helplessly accept it.

Not long after, he couldn’t resist the pleasure that pierced from his spine to his brain. *Plop.* Thick white fluid poured onto Seokjae’s hand.

“Heu!”

A muffled moan spread around and then subsided, blocked by the cloth. As the two stopped moving, the interior of the science lab instantly became quiet.

Seokjae embraced the small back that had collapsed into his arms and quietly observed the changes around them. Only after confirming that the pattern of breathing sounds remained unchanged from before did he remove the covering cloth.

There was a feeling of heat rising with the pungent smell. Then the limp body that had been hidden under the cloth was revealed.

“Muyoung.”

Muyoung looked at Seokjae with dazed eyes at the low voice calling him… but that was all. As if his body had no strength, he just breathed in and out in the large embrace. His face clearly showed the aftereffects of pleasure.