His cock was already stiffening, just enough to make his clothes feel a little too tight. When Tae Woon grabbed it openly and pressed down hard, the sensation shot through him with sharp clarity. He seemed to enjoy the way Sibaek’s thighs twitched, slowly rubbing the outline of his erection with his whole palm.
Tae Woon didn’t wear gloves around him anymore. The rough calluses on his palms and fingers were distinct even through the fabric, and Kim Sibaek bit down on a moan. The sheer size of his hands—it hit him again, just how much the boy had grown.
A low, husky voice grazed his ear.
“You’d be disappointed if we stopped here too, right, hyung? I’ll be quick, promise.”
That playful, coaxing tone, paired with loud kisses along his earlobe and cheek, left him no room to argue.
“Don’t move your hands somewhere weird. Got it?”
“Weird? Like where? Hyung, your chesmmgh—”
Sibaek grabbed his cheek and stretched it out hard, muffling the words. But Tae Woon just responded by kissing his wrist, licking gently along the pale skin where blue veins stood out. The thought that his own pounding heartbeat might be felt by Tae Woon made his blood pump even harder.
Was this the same kind of desire? He still didn’t know. But one thing was certain—no past kiss or casual foreplay had ever made his heart race like this.
Tae Woon’s hand crept slowly up from his thigh to his abdomen, then tugged down both his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. His cock sprang out with a soft thwack, making him flinch with embarrassment. It felt ridiculous—letting someone he’d practically raised see him like this. It was a far cry from those childhood bathhouse visits.
Still rubbing his face, now flushed for more reasons than one, Kim Sibaek noticed Tae Woon staring intently at one spot—and felt a prickle of unease.
“Woonie…?”
“Yeah…”
He called out gently, but Tae Woon responded with a vacant mumble, his eyes still glued to Sibaek’s half-hard cock. It would’ve been easier if he just touched it, but instead, he just stared, making the silence unbearably awkward.
As Sibaek moved to pull his underwear back up, he froze. Tae Woon’s face was slowly lowering—right between his legs.
“No. Don’t. You’re not doing that.”
He caught Tae Woon’s face just in time to stop him from taking him into his mouth. Even so, the look in Tae Woon’s eyes was full of longing.
“Just one taste, hyung. Just a little.”
“A little? This isn’t food, you know.”
“But it looks so delicious…”
That was the first time in his life anyone had said his cock looked delicious. He didn’t even feel embarrassed at first—just dumbfounded. Was this sexual harassment? Could it even be harassment when they were already in bed together?
While his thoughts spun in absurd directions, Tae Woon kept rambling, clearly worked up.
“I mean, we used to bathe together, but that was forever ago. I barely remembered what it looked like. But now…”
With a dreamy sigh, Tae Woon wrapped his hand around the shaft. The touch was far more intense than anything through clothes, and Sibaek’s hips jerked involuntarily.
“The color’s light, just like your skin. It’s straight and firm, like your personality. And your balls are round and neat—not saggy at all, just like—”
Sibaek had enough. He grabbed Tae Woon’s face and yanked it upward, sick of hearing his cock compared to his own personality. Then he went with the only surefire way to shut him up.
He kissed him.
Tae Woon swallowed his disappointment with a quiet sigh and obediently opened his mouth. Their tongues tangled. As he sucked and nipped at Sibaek’s tongue, his hand began moving urgently below. He smeared the pre-cum that had started to bead at the tip and stroked along the shaft with sure, steady pressure.
The direct stimulation sent blood rushing down hard and fast, making his cock swell until it throbbed painfully. Tae Woon’s slick strokes left his skin flushed and sensitive. His hips bucked into the touch instinctively, grinding into Tae Woon’s palm. Tae Woon gave a small laugh as he stroked faster.
“I love how responsive you are. Even if you finish fast, I don’t mind.”
“…Haah. It’s just been a while, that’s all.”
Making a half-hearted excuse, Sibaek glanced down. No wonder Tae Woon sounded so giddy—he was fully hard too. That meant he’d gotten even more aroused just from touching him.
Sibaek licked his dry lips without thinking. Slowly, he slid his hand downward and cupped the heavy bulge under Tae Woon’s pants.
“Nngh…”
Just that was enough to make Tae Woon tremble and groan deeply. This wasn’t the same playful moaning from before. This was real—caused by him. The sound of a grown man aroused, not a child pretending. It felt strange, but not unwelcome.
Kim Sibaek hurriedly undid the buckle and pulled down the zipper. Finally, Tae Woon’s erection was freed from its tight confines.
“It’s not just my hands that got big, you know—my cock’s massive now too. I bet even with both your hands around it, there’ll still be some sticking out.”
…Back then, he thought Tae Woon was just spouting nonsense. He never imagined the day would come where he’d find out firsthand. The room wasn’t brightly lit, which helped—he couldn’t see everything clearly, especially not the size. He reached down and gripped it. It felt even heavier than it had that morning when they’d broken the bed.
Moaning, Tae Woon bent over and exhaled shakily against his ear.
“Just your hand’s enough to make my cock explode…”
“I told you—don’t use crude words.”
“I don’t care if it explodes—just squeeze it harder. Ughh…”
Even if Tae Woon hadn’t begged, Sibaek’s grip would’ve tightened anyway. The thick veins along the shaft pulsed with heat, searing against his palm. His hand moved faster, driven by instinct. Meanwhile, the cock in Tae Woon’s hand also swelled with growing heat, as if feeding off his own desire.
Was this really happening? Holding each other’s cocks, giving each other handjobs like it was the most natural thing in the world? A situation he’d never even imagined, now unfolding before him. His overheated consciousness floated in a haze of pleasure—and as if in response, a vivid wave of ecstasy surged from below.
“Ahh… haah, mmnngh…!”
Pre-cum from both of them, slick and messy, was swept along by their rough hands and spattered across Kim Sibaek’s abdomen and chest in sticky droplets. He stared, entranced, at Tae Woon’s lips—so close he could feel his breath—and the red tongue that flickered behind them. That crimson, neat and alluring in contrast to the filthy motion of their hands and their ragged breathing, was hypnotic.
Just as the corners of Tae Woon’s lips curled in a faint smirk, he lowered his head and sank his teeth into Sibaek’s neck. The moment he bit down, Kim Sibaek trembled and came. He could feel Tae Woon’s cock throb in his grip, releasing thick bursts of hot semen into his hand.
“Huuuh…”
With a deep, drawn-out groan, Tae Woon slumped onto him, his weight heavy across Sibaek’s body. If he hadn’t been in good shape, he probably would’ve struggled to breathe under the weight. He gasped, chest rising and falling.
His mind was blank.
They hadn’t gone all the way, but what they’d done had crossed more than a few lines. Still, he wondered if it really changed anything.
And yet… the feel of that boy—no, this man—pressing his sweaty forehead against his cheek and breathing softly made his heart stir all the same. Kim Sibaek was still Kim Sibaek. And Tae Woon… was still Tae Woon. Forever his kid.
Drifting in the afterglow, half-lost in thought, he finally registered the mess they’d made of their clothes. He reached for tissues to wipe his hands before cleaning up—but Tae Woon grabbed his wrist.
“Woonie?”
Without a word, Tae Woon stuck out his tongue and started licking Sibaek’s fingers. The sticky, viscous semen coating them disappeared behind the wet press of that pink tongue. He lapped between the fingers, along the palm, even over the thick globs pooled there. The textured surface of his tongue made the contact all the more vivid.
Not only did he lick up the cum, he bit down gently on Sibaek’s still-sensitive, twitching fingers. The sloppy, wet sounds of sucking filled the room, where the heat hadn’t yet faded. The lingering sensitivity across his nerves flared with every motion, overstimulating him all over again.
He’d just come, and yet he felt like he could get hard again.
Kim Sibaek quickly pulled his hand away.
“Why do you like sucking on my fingers so much? Is that a fetish?”
“Honestly? What I really want to suck is your cock, hyung.”
“……”
“So I guess… you could call it a cock fetish?”
As payment for mouthing off again, Tae Woon got a sharp smack to the arm. He just laughed, eyes crinkling in delight.
“Hey, hyung. Do you know what made me first really notice you when I was five?”
