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#Whether you bite or accept
The moment I saw his finely chiseled abdominal muscles revealed as the last button came undone, I couldn’t even blink.
It wasn’t that I was shocked by his nudity. Hayun often came out after showering with just a towel around his waist, so seeing his bare body was not uncommon. Despite the familiarity, my body froze because he looked like the perfect male. An invisible pheromone seemed to flow from him, creating an illusion of grabbing my ankle on the bed.
I unconsciously backed away while sitting, but soon hit the headboard. Dawoon climbed onto the bed, closing the distance he had opened. As he approached on all fours, he looked like a black panther. It felt like if I was caught by those claws, I’d be devoured without a scrap left.
I’m scared.
Genuinely terrified, I tried to turn my body to get off the bed. But before my feet could touch the floor, one of my ankles was grabbed. The pulling force easily dragged my body back to its original position.
“I won’t let you go.”
I could barely hear what he was saying now. My mind was filled only with the thought that I had to escape.
“Don’t! Don’t do it!”
I struggled with all my might to push him away, but it was a futile effort. Hayun easily subdued Dawoon and pressed down on him with his body.
“Please…”
Even knowing it was useless to beg, the words flowed out unconsciously. As I continued to push him away as he came close to my face, Hayun frowned.
“I don’t want to hurt you. So stay still.”
“You don’t have to do this!”
What? The object was missing, but I absolutely didn’t want to say that out loud. Hayun raised his upper body to look down at Dawoon and slightly frowned. The sound of his long exhale made my heart sink for no reason.
“You brought this on yourself.”
While I was blinking, not understanding what he meant, he picked up the necktie that had been thrown to one side of the bed.
“What are you trying to do…?”
Hayun grabbed both of Dawoon’s hands and wrapped them with the necktie. Shocked by this unexpected action, Dawoon’s mind went blank.
“You’re crazy… You’re insane, bro!”
When I shouted angrily, Hayun looked back. He had already tied Dawoon’s hands to the headboard with the necktie.
“Untie me, now!”
The bed frame rattled as I shook my arms.
“It’s useless. You’ll only hurt your wrists if you keep doing that.”
“That’s why I’m telling you to untie me!”
He wasn’t listening. He didn’t seem like the Hayun I knew. Was he drunk? No, didn’t he say he wasn’t drunk? My mind was in chaos.
Unlike Dawoon, who felt like he was going crazy trying to understand the situation, Hayun was excessively calm. He slowly ran his hand from Dawoon’s chest down to his abdomen. When I flinched at the strange sensation of his fingers brushing against my skin, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
His hand flowed lower, passing over the pelvis. Knowing where it was heading, Dawoon tensed up and tried to close his legs to cover his center.
“So stubborn.”
Hayun murmured softly, then forcefully spread Dawoon’s legs and positioned himself between them. Now Dawoon couldn’t close his legs because of him.
“Bro… please, hik!”
A high-pitched moan burst out as his large hand suddenly gripped my dick. I wanted to cover my mouth with both hands, but I couldn’t because they were tied. Despite the forceful action, the touch caressing that area was gentle. The repeated kneading and rubbing caused blood to rush downwards. I clenched my teeth tightly to hold back the moans that kept threatening to escape, making my jaw ache.
“Dawoon.”
Seeing Dawoon clenching his teeth, Hayun let out a short sigh. He lifted Dawoon’s face with one hand and once again pressed their lips together. Dawoon clenched his teeth, trying to prevent Hayun’s tongue from invading. In response, Hayun began to rub the tip of Dawoon’s gradually hardening dick with his thumb. The stimulation of the already sensitive area made Dawoon feel like he was about to climax, his vision turning white.
With clenched teeth, he couldn’t breathe freely even though his breathing was getting heavier. Trying to hold everything in made his head throb. He thought he might go crazy. Just as he was thinking he might really lose his mind from the torment, he felt a tingling sensation.
“Huk!”
The breath he had been holding suddenly burst out as Hayun pressed his fingernail into the slit at the tip of his glans. As his lips parted, Hayun’s tongue pushed in. The sensation of him licking the roof of his mouth and rubbing against his tongue sent shivers down his spine. Part of him wanted to just let go and be swept away without thinking.
“Ugh!”
Hayun let out a short groan and pulled his face away. Dawoon had bitten his lip. When Hayun wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, it came away with blood. Dawoon was also surprised, not expecting to draw blood. Hayun sighed and looked at Dawoon. His gaze made Dawoon’s mouth go dry.
“It’s okay.”
Dawoon couldn’t understand what he meant by that.
“If you want to bite, you can bite more.”
Dawoon just furrowed his brow, unable to even blink.
“If you’re going to bite, you should have bitten my tongue.”
As Hayun continued speaking, Dawoon’s heartbeat became more intense.
“Then you could have either made me mute or killed me.”
Hayun reached out and cupped Dawoon’s cheek. The warmth of his palm was hot rather than just warm, but Dawoon’s body was growing cold.
“But I still won’t stop. The choice is yours.”
He tilted his head and leaned in.
“Whether you bite or accept.”
As soon as the whisper in his ear ended, their lips met again. He pushed his tongue in deeper than before, making it hard to breathe. It seemed like he was showing through his actions that he really wouldn’t stop unless Dawoon bit him.
Dawoon was about to clench his jaw but hesitated.
What would happen if I bit his tongue? What if it accidentally gets cut off? What if… he really dies?
As those thoughts occurred to him, the strength left his body. Even if he didn’t die, it would leave a scar. The mere thought was horrifying. The idea of hurting Hayun was unthinkable.
Even if this situation seemed insane no matter how much he thought about it.
Sensing that Dawoon had relaxed his body, the kiss that had been rough as if he was going to devour him gradually became gentler. He sucked on Dawoon’s lips and caressed his teeth, continuing the kiss that made his heart flutter as if handling something precious.
I don’t know anymore.
Dawoon let go of his train of thought. But he couldn’t honestly give in to the pleasure his body was feeling either. His only consolation was that if he endured this time, it would eventually end.
“Wait!”
He thought he had given up completely, but that wasn’t the case. Hayun’s hand caressed his hip and moved to the back, stroking his buttocks before firmly pressing against the secret place between the cleft. Dawoon twisted his body in shock.
“Why are you touching there?”
Even if it was Hayun, this seemed wrong. As Dawoon twisted and resisted, Hayun sat up. Kneeling, he unbuckled his pants. As he pulled down both his pants and underwear at the same time, his swollen, dark red shaft sprang up.
Dawoon’s eyes widened as if they might pop out. Until now, he had only ever made Dawoon climax, so there had been no occasion to see Hayun’s dick. Even when he saw him naked after showering, the central area was always covered with a towel.
It was incomparable to his own. The color was darker, and the veins bulged prominently, making it look threatening. Not knowing where to look, his eyes darted around before landing on Hayun’s face.
“Bro… that…”
His lips moved, but the words wouldn’t form. They were both men. He had no idea what Hayun was trying to do.
“Dawoon.”
The gentle voice, so out of place in this situation, made his heart race even more rather than calming him.
“Here.”
Hayun lowered his hand and touched Dawoon’s rear. Startled by the unexpected touch in that area, Dawoon jerked his hips back. Hayun chuckled at this reaction and reached out to embrace Dawoon’s shoulders. Their bodies pressed close, causing their lower parts to brush against each other. No matter how much Dawoon tried to avoid it, he couldn’t move as he wished while lying on the bed.
“I’m going to put it in here.”
Hayun whispered, reaching around to firmly press between the cleft of Dawoon’s buttocks.
What? As the answer to this simple question dawned on him, Dawoon’s body froze. He was slowly beginning to understand what Hayun wanted to do and how.
“That’s impossible.”
He murmured while in Hayun’s embrace.
“How could that…”
“It’s possible.”
Hayun answered first, as if understanding Dawoon’s doubt. He released his embrace and lightly kissed Dawoon’s forehead. It was a gentle kiss, different from the explicit and erotic kisses from earlier.
“I don’t want to hurt you. So don’t struggle too much.”
He lowered his body and pushed Dawoon’s thighs apart, spreading his legs. Positioning himself between them, he opened the lid of a transparent tube that appeared from somewhere and squeezed a generous amount onto his palm.
“It will be a bit difficult at first.”
Before Dawoon could understand his words, something was being spread between his buttocks. Unlike before, when a slick finger rubbed against his entrance, an uncontrollable moan escaped: “Ah!”
