In a large bedroom, the curtains are drawn, allowing the dawn light to brightly illuminate the room.
“Hmmm…”
A moist voice slowly resonates. Chup, chuup, chup. With each suck on the wet flesh, the bed shakes, and the moans grow sharper.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
The pleasure from his nipple finally awakens Yoon Seong-hyeon, his eyes swollen. He sees Ha-jin, head bowed, voraciously sucking his nipple. He looks like a baby. Unconsciously, Seong-hyeon reaches out and grasps the man’s soft hair. Ha-jin, looking up, murmurs with the nipple still in his mouth.
“You’re awake?”
“What are you doing so early in the morning?”
The sensation of the plump flesh being rolled by the tongue and gently bitten sends a sweet ache through his lower body. Seong-hyeon pretends to grumble but instinctively pushes his chest forward, as if asking for more. Noticing this, Ha-jin chuckles softly and teases the areola around the nipple with his tongue.
“Our little Seong-hyeon’s nipple is begging to be sucked so cutely.”
“Nonsense.”
Though he tries to sound cold, his voice is already drenched in pleasure. The lips that wet the right side now move to the left nipple.
“You always suck my cock in the morning too.”
“Hmm, is that the same?”
For Seong-hyeon, sucking his husband’s cock every morning is natural. Savoring the taste of his cum, swallowing it, and then receiving it from behind is part of his morning routine.
“Quickly, let me taste your cum…”
Seong-hyeon gently caresses the man’s earlobe, the only soft part on his muscular body. The sensation of the firm yet soft flesh always feels good. As he rubs it, Ha-jin bites the left nipple sharply.
“Ah!”
“Begging so prettily.”
Ha-jin pulls his saliva-coated lips away and pats Seong-hyeon’s cheek. Feeling the affection in that touch, Seong-hyeon sits up. Ha-jin’s erect cock, already hard in the morning light, almost touches his well-defined abs. A thick, long, and handsome cock with bulging veins and a thick glans that seems ready to tear any hole. Seong-hyeon looks at it with enraptured eyes and quickly opens his mouth.
“Hmmm…, mmm…”
With a small mouth wide open, Seong-hyeon expertly swallows the cock, his eyes filled with sweet satisfaction. Like a baby sucking milk, he sucks the cock’s surface, feeling the throbbing pulse. His saliva coats the sensitive membrane as he moves his head back and forth. Chuup, chup.
Chup. The wet sound, even more intense than when Ha-jin was sucking Seong-hyeon’s nipple, filled the bedroom.
“Your throat is always so tight, no matter when I fuck it.”
The man’s low voice gently settles on Seong-hyeon’s head. Knowing this is praise, Seong-hyeon’s throat quivers with joy. His hole, now more accustomed to receiving Ha-jin’s cock and cum than performing its original function, throbs with anticipation. Opening his mouth wide, he slides his lips down to the base of the cock, feeling it slip deep into his smooth throat.
“Kuh, uh.”
The shock of the glans hitting his throat makes his head spin, and his lower hole clenches involuntarily. At first, sucking cock was painful and difficult. He didn’t know how to take such a large thing in his mouth and cried in frustration when his throat wouldn’t comply with his husband’s desires. But that was long ago. Now, Seong-hyeon’s throat knows how to take his husband’s cock, and he finds pleasure in it. The sensitive membrane is ruthlessly rubbed by the hot, hard cock. He feels the cockhead twitching as it relentlessly thrusts into his throat. Perhaps because it’s morning, Ha-jin easily releases his cum into Seong-hyeon’s throat.
“Seong-hyeon…”
The man’s voice, calling his name, is raw and primal, like a growling beast. Eager to please his man even more, Seong-hyeon opens his mouth wider. Thuck! Finally, the remaining bit of the cock’s base is sucked into his mouth.
With a rough exhale, Ha-jin releases his cum, coating the back of Seong-hyeon’s throat. He swallows the cum effortlessly, slowly pulling his head back. His soft throat squeezes the cock, feeling the friction of the bulging veins. Enjoying the sensation, Seong-hyeon slowly lets the cock slide out of his mouth, kissing the tip gently. Ha-jin strokes his hair softly, and Seong-hyeon finally lifts his head, licking the remnants of cum from his red lips with a bright smile.
“Now I want to take your cum in my ass.”
***
In the kitchen, a full-length mirror is mounted on the wall. The table is neatly set with breakfast. Wearing only a large t-shirt, Seong-hyeon sits on Ha-jin’s lap, who is already dressed in a suit. Ha-jin, amused, feeds him with a spoon.
“You’re like a baby, Seong-hyeon.”
“You’re the one who, uh, taught me these, ah, habits…”
“That’s right, I taught our Seong-hyeon these habits.”
With a pleased expression, Ha-jin continues to feed Seong-hyeon. Even as he chews, Seong-hyeon tightens his lower muscles. He can vividly feel the shape of the cock filling his hole, and his belly is full of cum, but he eats the breakfast his husband prepared with care.
“Already full?”
But as always, Ha-jin quickly noticed Seong-hyeon’s condition. Knowing that lying to him was pointless, Seong-hyeon nodded. Soon, a glass of water touched his lips. Even as he drank without lifting a finger, the thick, long cock was heating up his sensitive membrane. After receiving cum in bed until his hole was soaked, the cock had never been pulled out. Carried with the cock still inside him, he was washed and moved to the kitchen, the large glans continuously pressing against his heated insides. If Ha-jin hadn’t blocked the way, he would have dripped all over the floor. But Ha-jin had already anticipated this, tying Seong-hyeon’s clit with a red string and blocking his hole with a rod.
For this couple, Seong-hyeon begging for cock below and sucking above while eating was a normal daily routine.
“Let me clean up a bit and be alone for a moment.”
Feeling Ha-jin trying to pull out his cock, Seong-hyeon quickly tightened his ass. His insides clung tightly to the large cock. With no gap between them, Seong-hyeon’s eyes glazed over as he gently shook his hips. Feeling this, Ha-jin lightly slapped the inside of his pale thigh.
“Ah!”
Instead of pain, the sensation intensified his pleasure, making Seong-hyeon’s mouth fall open.
“I told you not to move.”
As Ha-jin whispered into his ear, Seong-hyeon’s writhing hips slowed. Panting, Seong-hyeon placed his hand over Ha-jin’s large hand, gently rubbing it.
“Before you pull out, you need to fuck me, make me feel good with your cock inside, ah, please…”
Ha-jin’s hand, which had been under Seong-hyeon’s, moved to grip his narrow hips, lifting and dropping his body with just arm strength. The black t-shirt hanging loosely from his flushed hip bones fell to the floor, and Seong-hyeon’s body trembled. The cock plunged deep into the tightest part of him, and his inner walls clenched around the hot flesh. The man kissed and gently bit Seong-hyeon’s sweaty nape.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”
Seong-hyeon’s toes curled with the waves of orgasm. His clit, now useless as a male organ, swelled and twitched. His vision flickered between white and black as ragged breaths escaped his lips. Meanwhile, Ha-jin, with his cock buried deep, ran his long fingers over Seong-hyeon’s soft belly. As he pressed down on the skin marked with a womb tattoo, the contractions intensified.
“Ah, ah, no, don’t, it’s too much, my womb, ah, it’s breaking!”
With a shuddering movement and intensifying contractions, the man let out a beastly groan. With a deep exhale, he soon filled Seong-hyeon’s insides with cum, the hot liquid coating his walls.
“Ah, ah…” Seong-hyeon’s mouth hangs open, emitting meaningless sounds, as Ha-jin, still breathless, whispers in his ear.
“Our Seong-hyeon comes every time I press his womb.”
Ha-jin’s fingers gently caress Seong-hyeon’s belly, the skin heating up under his touch. Seong-hyeon lets out a satisfied sigh as his tense body relaxes, leaning into Ha-jin. The man’s fingers, which had been stroking his belly, now gently tease his clit. Though usually unresponsive, it reacts only to Ha-jin’s touch, breath, and lips. Ha-jin unties the thin string and pulls out the rod deeply embedded inside.
“Aaaahhh…!”
A gush of clear liquid spurts out, soaking Seong-hyeon’s inner thighs and Ha-jin’s pants.
“Ah, no, no, please…”
“Shh. It’s okay. We can change clothes.”
Knowing Seong-hyeon’s concern, Ha-jin soothes him, stroking his clit again. His thick fingers, dripping wet, slowly milk the last drops from Seong-hyeon. A pleasant languor envelops Seong-hyeon, and a smile tugs at his lips. He wants to spend the whole day playing with his husband and receiving his cum.
“Ah, I don’t want to go to work…”
Wet fingers lift his shirt, teasing the left nipple adorned with a wedding ring. Initially too large, the ring now fits perfectly, thanks to Ha-jin’s persistent attention. Though his left nipple was once more swollen than the right, Seong-hyeon no longer minds, knowing Ha-jin finds it cute.
“Do you want to quit your job?”
Startled by the sudden question, Seong-hyeon looks up.
“What?”
“If you want to quit your job, you can. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I make enough for both of us.”
Seong-hyeon gazes at the high kitchen ceiling of their luxurious apartment in an expensive neighborhood. He hadn’t realized how costly their home was until colleagues reacted to its location. He never questioned Ha-jin’s income, despite the frequent expensive gifts for his family.
“You might not realize it, but I’ve already taken so much from you, Seong-hyeon.”
Ha-jin’s soft voice fills Seong-hyeon’s ear.
“But I don’t want to break you or isolate you from the world.”
Seong-hyeon, however, barely listened, lost in his thoughts.
“You’re selfish, arrogant, and an opportunistic coward. But I love you for it.”
As Ha-jin tries to continue, Seong-hyeon interrupts him.
“Honey, do you make a lot of money? What do you do?”
Ha-jin smiles enigmatically at Seong-hyeon’s sudden curiosity about his job.
“App development.”
“Apps?”
“Yes. I make enough to give you everything you want.”
Seong-hyeon’s eyes light up.
“Ah, that’s fucking awesome.”
“Fucking awesome?”
Puzzled by the context, Ha-jin repeats the phrase. Seong-hyeon pulls Ha-jin’s face closer.
“If I get pissed off, I can quit anytime and throw my resignation in our manager’s face.”
He kisses Ha-jin’s chin and cheek, whispering sweet nothings.
“You’re the best, honey.”
Ha-jin gazes at Seong-hyeon’s smiling face, then kisses him deeply. Between kisses, he murmurs words that make Seong-hyeon feel good.
Do your work half-assed.
Don’t do anything you don’t want to.
Tell me if anyone bothers you.
And…
“Don’t forget to play with your nipples during lunch.”
Seong-hyeon laughs at Ha-jin’s serious reminder.
“Of course. How could I forget something so important? I’ll show you how nicely I can grow them.”
Seong-hyeon’s assurance makes Ha-jin chuckle. He gives Seong-hyeon’s soft cheek one last kiss.
“See you after work.”
