Despite the sharp reaction, Bae Jung-yoon didn’t seem the least bit fazed.
“When I walked in and saw you lying there naked, I honestly thought you were a surprise gift,” he said playfully, his voice tinged with mischief as he pressed his thumb against Go Hoon’s firm, pebble-like nipple. Go Hoon twisted his torso, pushing the hand away.
“A surprise gift?” he grumbled, struggling to lift his heavy body into a sitting position. He flexed his fingers lightly, opening and closing them. At some point during his sleep, he had reverted to human form. What the hell was going on with his body? Why was it behaving so unpredictably?
Lost in thought, Go Hoon suddenly shivered. The air conditioner was on, and the room was filled with a lingering chill. He wrapped the blanket roughly around his bare body and sat at the edge of the bed.
By then, Bae Jung-yoon had also risen, unfolding his long legs as he stood. He was still in his suit. The crisp white dress shirt hugged his broad, muscular frame. Today’s shirt looked especially well-fitted—taut across his chest and shoulders, the fabric creased slightly from the tension.
Without realizing it, Go Hoon’s gaze trailed slowly down from Bae Jung-yoon’s chest to his abdomen. That’s when he noticed the subtle bulge at the front of his shirt.
…Why is that bulging?
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a large hand grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward.
Go Hoon stumbled, barely managing to keep his balance by grabbing onto Bae Jung-yoon. His fingers clenched tightly around the man’s thigh in an effort to resist the force pulling him in.
When he looked up, he was met with pitch-black eyes—eyes that now shimmered with unmistakable desire.
“…Aren’t you hungry?” Go Hoon croaked, searching for something—anything—to say. His voice came out hoarser than before.
If Bae Jung-yoon was home, that meant it was past 6 PM. It was the perfect time for dinner. Go Hoon had asked in an attempt to redirect him—to remind him that food came before sex.
Let’s eat first. He had just woken up from a deep sleep, and his stomach was growling. He hoped the suggestion would cool the heat in the air. But instead, Bae Jung-yoon impatiently reached for his belt buckle.
“Then let’s finish up quick and go eat.”
With a soft zipping sound, the zipper slid down. He tugged his briefs down too, and his thick, half-erect cock sprang free. Bae Jung-yoon stroked it slowly and murmured in a low voice:
“Hoon, open your mouth.”
This was going south fast. Alarmed by the pressure building right in front of him, Go Hoon tried to turn his head away. But a thumb wedged between his lips, prying them open.
The tip of the thumb traced along his teeth, gently brushing over his neat bottom row before slipping deeper inside. It evaded his tongue, moving in and out with a rhythm that unmistakably mimicked sex.
A deep crease formed on Go Hoon’s brow. He couldn’t make sense of any of this. He had finally returned to his human form—wasn’t now the time for a calm conversation over a meal? Why did this man’s libido come first?
Still frozen with his mouth slightly parted, he felt the grip on his chin tighten. His head was nudged forward, and the thick head of the cock slipped between his lips.
A musky body odor filled his nose, accompanied by a faintly salty taste. Go Hoon had imagined receiving oral before—but never in his life had he imagined giving it. Naturally, the revulsion hit him hard.
For a moment, he froze, conflicted. Should he just bite it? The thought came and went—bitter and fleeting. But in the end, he didn’t.
He recalled how carefully Bae Jung-yoon had looked after him these past few days. When Go Hoon had sent that desperate SOS, he had come running—even ditching work. No one in his company would’ve looked kindly on that, no matter the circumstances.
Rather than fighting, Go Hoon chose retreat. He leaned back slightly. In response, Bae Jung-yoon wrapped one arm around the back of his neck and climbed onto the bed on his knees. The force pressing down on him tilted his head even farther back.
His back hit the headboard. With nowhere left to retreat, Bae Jung-yoon finally let go of his neck. But with his body trapped in place, his head tipped back even more.
Go Hoon rolled his eyes up to look at Bae Jung-yoon towering over him. He exhaled heavily through his nose. As Bae Jung-yoon began to move his hips, the cock pushed deeper into his mouth, making his jaw ache.
His fingers tightened around Bae Jung-yoon’s thighs. The tip pressed against the back of his throat. Go Hoon winced, and Bae Jung-yoon eased back slightly. Seizing the chance, Go Hoon shoved at his thighs with all his strength. Surprisingly, Bae Jung-yoon withdrew without resistance.
“Haa… ha…”
Go Hoon panted, his lips still parted. The slick shaft rubbed against his cheek and the bridge of his nose. The spit-slicked cock glistened, damp and warm. After teasing his face for a moment, Bae Jung-yoon pushed the thick cock back into his mouth—his brief reprieve was over.
“Don’t just hold it in your mouth, Hoon. Suck it. Let me feel it.”
His voice was coaxing, almost gentle. At the same time, his large hand caressed Go Hoon’s forehead and brows.
“You want to do this all day? I said let’s finish fast and eat.”
The contradiction between his tender touch and the threat laced in his words sent a chill down Go Hoon’s spine.
He stared up into those jet-black eyes. For some reason, there was a strange desperation in them. Was Bae Jung-yoon afraid he wouldn’t return to human form again? Maybe. Could someone like him even feel things like worry or fear?
Even as he reached that slightly cynical conclusion, Go Hoon found he couldn’t push the man away. That gaze—so intense, so consuming—held him captive.
Still staring into those piercing eyes, Go Hoon slowly began to move his head. He didn’t know what exactly to do to satisfy him—but he decided to try something.
Awkwardly, he tried to mimic the sultry moves he’d seen actors pull off in porn videos once. He knew full well he couldn’t come close to replicating them—no matter how hard he tried.
He moved stiffly, like an ungreased machine, without much hope for success. But surprisingly, it seemed to work better than he’d expected.
“Yeah, just like that…”
Bae Jung-yoon murmured in a soft, almost affectionate voice, letting out a slow breath. Go Hoon’s ears tingled as fingers toyed with his earlobe, and the back of his neck flushed for no reason at all.
Spurred on by the praise, Go Hoon took Bae Jung-yoon’s cock deeper into his mouth, pushing himself as far as he could go. He moved his head back and forth in that same stiff, awkward rhythm, keeping his gaze fixed on Bae Jung-yoon’s face. Then, the fingers that had been playing with his ear moved to the corners of his eyes.
He blinked at the ticklish sensation and lowered his eyes—just in time for Bae Jung-yoon, who had been holding still until then, to suddenly thrust into his mouth.
His brows furrowed, and the pressure behind his eyes spiked. Feeling his eyelids flush hot, Go Hoon forced his eyes open wide.
“Hoon, you don’t know how you look at people.”
He didn’t. Even back in high school, people had accused him of glaring when he wasn’t even thinking about anything. His naturally sharp, narrow eyes gave off a cold impression—he knew that much.
But what did that have to do with now? Did Bae Jung-yoon also think he’d been glaring at him? What came out of his mouth next was the opposite of what Go Hoon had expected.
“Your eyes are always like that. Like they don’t care, but at the same time… like they’re demanding to be seen.”
He had never looked at Bae Jung-yoon with that kind of intention. He wanted to argue—but his mouth was full, and no words could come out.
Bae Jung-yoon slowly raised his hips, pushing in with a force that felt entirely different from before—deeper, firmer.
As the thick tip pressed deeper into his throat, a wave of nausea surged up. The hand on his thigh gripped tighter. He wanted to push him away, but Bae Jung-yoon didn’t budge.
Go Hoon squeezed his eyes shut. The thrusts came faster, rougher. He choked as his airway was obstructed. In an effort to breathe, his throat tightened involuntarily.
As Bae Jung-yoon held the back of his head and drove his hips in harder, Go Hoon’s mind began to blur. Just before it all went dark, something hot spilled inside his mouth.
The cock that had been choking him was pulled out. Unswallowed saliva mixed with semen dripped down his chin. Go Hoon coughed, gasping for breath.
The taste lingering on his tongue was thick and bitter. Once he’d caught his breath, he wiped his chin and mouth with the back of his hand.
In the meantime, Bae Jung-yoon stripped off his shirt, pants, and underwear. The cock that had just been in his mouth glistened with spit.
“…Weren’t you going to finish with a blowjob?”
His voice came out rough, like metal scraping on rust. He thought he sounded pitiful, but Bae Jung-yoon didn’t seem to care.
“I was. But apparently, that’s not enough.”
Go Hoon wanted to ask what the hell was enough—but before he could speak, their lips collided. Their tongues intertwined immediately.
Bae Jung-yoon, who was good at putting on a gentle act, always revealed his true nature when they kissed. He kissed as if trying to devour the other person—intense, relentless. Go Hoon felt like a small animal being slowly swallowed by a giant python.
A large hand groped his chest. The way he kneaded it absentmindedly was irritating, but maybe because of the messy kiss and the constant stimulation, Go Hoon was growing aroused. Before he realized it, his cock was stiff again.
Their lips finally parted with a series of wet, sticky sounds. The kisses trailed down to his chin, then to the side of his neck. Go Hoon turned his head away to stifle a moan. After licking the flushed skin, Bae Jung-yoon bit down, leaving a distinct mark.
With one hand, Bae Jung-yoon opened the bedside drawer. He grabbed the lube and rummaged around for something else, only to stop suddenly. What’s wrong? Just as Go Hoon started to wonder, the drawer shut with a click.
Bae Jung-yoon squeezed the gel into his palm, then grabbed Go Hoon’s legs—which were slumped over the backrest—and lifted them onto his shoulders, bending him at the waist. The position was uncomfortable, but Go Hoon had no room to complain.
Bae Jung-yoon smeared the lube onto his ass, spreading it across the exposed skin before pushing a thumb into his entrance.
“Ah…”
Go Hoon exhaled sharply, his face tightening. It had been about a week since they’d last done this, and the sensation felt unfamiliar. But the slick gel helped the finger slide in easily.
Bae Jung-yoon moved his hand slowly, all while keeping his eyes locked on Go Hoon’s face. The unrelenting black gaze made him tense up unconsciously. As he panted, Bae Jung-yoon leaned in and pressed their lips together again.
