“Hah.”
Seon’s large hand cupped the back of Jihan’s head, sliding over his ear. Jihan, oddly embarrassed, gripped Seon’s thigh for balance. He used the inner ridges of his lips to slowly swirl around the ridge, the wet sounds of friction filling the air.
“Look at me, hyung.”
“Nngh—”
Jihan scowled at the slickness on his lips, shaking his head—only for his loosely tied topknot to be seized in a firm grip.
“Look at me.”
His head was yanked up. Jihan, his mouth still half-stretched around the thick shaft, gazed up at Seon, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Seon pressed a finger against the base, pushing the head deeper into Jihan’s mouth. The thick glans forced its way in, and Jihan’s eyes flew open as he grabbed Seon’s wrist in panic.
“Open wider. Your teeth are scraping me.”
Seon frowned, then wedged his thumb into the corner of Jihan’s mouth, prying his jaws apart.
Thud. Thud. Each gust of wind sent snow flurries against the paper door, making Jihan flinch. Squelch. Chup. The obscene sounds of his mouth being fucked echoed in his ears.
Seon, careful and focused, guided the part of his cock Jihan couldn’t take into his own hand, slowly exploring the warm cavern. When he probed the inside of Jihan’s cheek, fascinated by the way it bulged, he pressed his fingertip against it from the outside.
“Suck harder.”
Gripping the back of Jihan’s head, Seon thrust his hips upward. The sudden movement made Jihan gag, his body stiffening as his forehead flushed crimson. His face burned with humiliation. The cock in his mouth was softer than he expected, but forcing it down his throat was agony.
“Mmph—ngh! I—I can’t—!”
He tried to turn his head, but the cock dragged against his inner cheek before slipping out. Seon brushed back the strands of hair that had fallen loose. Watching him warily, Jihan babbled:
“Just—just let me use my hand! Yours is too big, I can’t fit it all—Mmph!”
Before he could finish, the cock rammed back in, forcing its way to the back of his throat.
Gurgle.
Jihan gagged, saliva dripping down his chin as he thrashed. Seon lifted his head halfway, smirking lazily.
“Since you can’t do it properly, I’ll have to move for you.”
He tangled his fingers in Jihan’s hair and began slow, fluid thrusts. The tip brushed against the rough texture of Jihan’s throat, and with each shallow thrust, more saliva spilled out. His small face, stretched obscenely around the dark shaft, was drained of color.
The head ground against the bumpy roof of his mouth, then pressed down on his tongue before sliding over the quivering flesh of his throat. Jihan’s eyes rolled back as his body began to convulse.
He couldn’t breathe.
His hands scrambled blindly for Seon’s arm like a drowning man. His short nails dug into flesh.
“Hah.”
Seon trembled with pleasure as he slowly pulled back, savoring the tight, wet heat. He thrust in roughly but withdrew with reluctant slowness, as if unwilling to leave. When the head dragged past Jihan’s gag reflex, Jihan gasped for air.
“Cough! Keh—!”
Panting, Jihan spat out the mix of pre-cum and saliva pooling in his mouth.
Seon, meanwhile, shoved aside the tangled bedding and yanked Jihan’s legs toward him. Jihan twisted around in alarm.
“Hngh—what—? We agreed—”
“Yes.”
“You bastard—! You promised—!”
“Did I?”
Seon tilted his head, feigning innocence.
“I don’t recall making any promises.”
Despair twisted Jihan’s face. For a fleeting second, he thought of fleeing the room. He twisted away from Seon’s grip—only to accidentally grind his thighs together, his undergarments slipping down further.
“Ah…”
Half-exposed, his ass in the air, Jihan lay on the floor and stared up at Seon in dazed betrayal. His pale, plump ass—so soft compared to his slender waist—twitched, the pinkish hole between his cheeks fluttering helplessly.
“Are you offering yourself to me now?”
Jihan’s brows twisted in agony, his mouth contorting grotesquely.
“You ungrateful bastard… How dare you… Just how far do you intend to humiliate me?!”
He swung his fist. Seon casually leaned back, dodging it effortlessly, then grabbed the discarded blanket and crammed a corner of it into Jihan’s mouth.
“Mmph—!”
“Hold this for a moment. You were worried about making noise, weren’t you?”
Seon pinned Jihan’s thrashing body down with his forearm and pushed his thighs up, folding Jihan’s body nearly in half. He stripped off the undergarments caught on Jihan’s raised thighs, spread his knees apart, and pressed his groin against Jihan’s exposed hole.
“Hngh… hah…”
………
Seon paused. The space between Jihan’s legs, which he hadn’t properly seen before, was slick with moisture. Curious, he leaned back slightly and tilted his head to examine it. A smirk tugged at his lips.
The hole and the area around his tailbone were soaked. Could a man—who wasn’t a woman—even produce such fluids?
“…Hyung.”
………
“You’re already this wet.”
Realizing what the fluid was, Seon openly mocked him.
Twitch. Jihan’s cock, already hard from sucking Seon off earlier, moved on its own, dripping clear fluid. It trickled down his perineum and pooled at his hole.
Jihan covered his face with one hand and fumbled to block his hole with the other. The shame was unbearable. He wanted to die. To be forced like this, and yet his body was aroused—what kind of nightmare was this?
“That won’t hide anything.”
Jihan spat out the wet blanket and gritted his teeth.
“Shut… up…”
“Even your fingers are wet.”
“Shut up… hngh.”
The hole was slick, and Seon’s cock, already lubricated with Jihan’s saliva, glistened. Seon saw no reason to hesitate any longer. He pulled Jihan’s hand away from his lower body.
The wet hole pulsed obscenely against the wet glans. Seon pressed his hips forward, aligning himself with the hole. A thin strand of pre-cum oozed from his tip, but it wasn’t enough. He leaned down and let a long string of saliva drip onto their joined flesh.
“Hngh…”
The warm saliva landed precisely on their connection. Jihan’s body jerked. Seon pressed him down and thrust his hips forward.
The older man, who had been resisting stubbornly, suddenly clenched around him, his insides quivering.
Forcing his way deeper, Seon lowered his gaze, his dark lashes casting shadows.
The moment the glans breached him, the hole clamped down with a fierce, almost willful grip.
From the shallow depths, countless ridges along the tight inner flesh clung to the invading cock, writhing and squeezing as if alive. The abundant inner folds massaged and bit down on the thick shaft, and more pre-cum seeped from the aroused tip. The hot passage quickly grew slick all over.
“Hngh… h-hurts… it hurts…”
Jihan, trapped beneath Seon’s arm, whimpered and twisted his hips, pushing against the chest pinning him down. Seon grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above his head, pressing a palm firmly against his solar plexus.
“Keh—!”
“The inside… hah… keeps tightening.”
The path he had barely carved out kept clenching from all sides, as if trying to push him out. Rather than losing his place, Seon pulled back slightly, feigning retreat, then rammed in with his full weight when Jihan’s guard was down.
“Nngh, hngh—!”
“…It opened up.”
Only then did a shallow passage form. He aimed for that spot and thrust his hips in short, sharp movements, creating a narrow, wet channel.
“Ahnng, ah, hi…”
Jihan seemed half out of his mind. His unfocused eyes were half-lidded, his body twitching intermittently. Seon squeezed the soft body between his arms and lifted his hips to deepen the penetration. The inner walls clenched tightly around the thick cock, biting down.
Seon swallowed a ragged breath and tilted his head. All his senses were focused on his cock. The thought that this man—his arrogant, disdainful sworn brother—was now taking his cock deep inside, his entire body flushed and trembling, sent a thrill through him.
“A little higher?”
Seon began to move carefully. He lifted his hips and probed the upper wall. When the thick head grazed the swollen prostate, the inner walls shuddered.
“Hngk…”
“Here?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
