Once permission was granted, Yoo Ji-ho supported Baek Hye-seong’s body and flipped his position over. After letting Hye-seong lean back against the seat, which had been reclined as far as it could go, Yoo Ji-ho climbed over him, eyes still fixed relentlessly on Hye-seong’s lips as he unbuckled his pants.
“Hiiik.”
The moment Hye-seong thought about what was about to happen, he squeezed his eyes shut and jerked his head back before he realized it. Yoo Ji-ho let out a small, incredulous laugh.
It wasn’t their first time facing each other this close, yet Hye-seong still wasn’t used to it. He felt like he needed a moment to prepare himself.
The heavy, long cock that had been hanging against one thigh sprang upward the moment his pants were tugged down—and slapped against Hye-seong’s face. Startled by the unexpected blow, Hye-seong’s eyes flew open, and Yoo Ji-ho let out a low chuckle.
Hye-seong cautiously looked up at him. Yoo Ji-ho was undoing his shirt buttons from the bottom up, and Hye-seong’s gaze dropped straight to the exposed cock.
“…….”
A deep, dark-red flush swelled through the shaft, engorging it far more than usual, each thick vein standing out along the entire length. Seen this close, it looked even thicker than Hye-seong’s wrist.
Only now did Yoo Ji-ho’s earlier comment—that he couldn’t drive properly—truly sink in. He hadn’t shown anything outwardly, so Hye-seong wondered just how long he had been in this state.
Hye-seong stared blankly, as if someone had smacked him in the head. Yoo Ji-ho guided the slick tip of his cock to those red lips he’d been staring at this whole time, rubbing against them as he spoke.
“Done staring?”
Hye-seong hadn’t even realized how blatantly he’d been looking.
Tilting his chin up, Yoo Ji-ho dragged the length across Hye-seong’s whole face. The sight of that dark, flushed shaft brushing against his pale skin—eyes squeezing shut on instinct—was strangely dissonant. Hye-seong’s ears reddened, and he cautiously opened his eyes.
“Time to open up.”
Their gazes locked as Yoo Ji-ho murmured. At his words, Hye-seong’s lips parted ever so slightly.
It was the same as when they kissed. Every now and then, Hye-seong would just… stare blankly at Yoo Ji-ho’s face, like he was lost in thought, and only when told to open his mouth would he actually do it.
Between those obediently parted lips, the smooth inner lining gave way as the thick cock pushed inside.
His small, barely-open mouth was nowhere near enough to accommodate the girth forcing its way in.
With only the head lodged inside, Hye-seong blinked nervously up at him—enough to make the corners of Yoo Ji-ho’s mouth curl in satisfaction. But aside from enjoying the sight, he pushed his cock even deeper into the warm mouth.
Pinned to the reclined seat, Hye-seong’s body twitched as the shaft pried his lips wider and sank further in. When the cock was about halfway inside, Yoo Ji-ho let out a breathy groan.
“Ah…”
He didn’t look away from Hye-seong’s face. His hand came up to stroke the cheek bulging from holding him.
As he slowly moved his hips, Hye-seong let out strained, muffled sounds. He lifted his hands urgently, gripping Yoo Ji-ho’s firm thigh—but the cock kept sliding back and forth, scraping roughly against his palate.
Lifting his hips instinctively, Hye-seong tried to put distance between them.
But the cock pulled out only to thrust right back in, threatening to reach deep into his throat. Hye-seong’s head couldn’t move at all—trapped between Yoo Ji-ho’s body and the seat.
“Ghk…!”
“Haa… sorry. Stick your tongue out for me?”
“Hh— o-okay…”
Whenever the thick length jabbed too deep, a cough burst out of Hye-seong before he could stop it. Each time, Yoo Ji-ho soothed him gently, only to slide his cock right back into the small, trembling mouth.
Those dark eyes never left Hye-seong’s face—not even for a second.
Hye-seong lifted both hands to grip the base of the cock he couldn’t fully take in. He was trying to keep it from pushing deeper, but that only made things worse.
“Ah, fuck…!”
Swearing under his breath, Yoo Ji-ho grabbed a fistful of Hye-seong’s hair. The silky touch of Hye-seong’s hands on him made it impossible to keep control.
Looking down at the light-brown crown of Hye-seong’s head, Yoo Ji-ho abruptly pushed his hips forward, forcing him down, and groaned.
“Uugh! Kugh!”
With the thick flesh filling his mouth completely still, Hye-seong’s trapped head rubbed helplessly against the seat, unable to find space to move.
When the cock finally withdrew, Hye-seong jerked aside, hastily spitting it out. Yoo Ji-ho watched him cough into the yellow sleeve that had slipped down to his hand, then sighed.
“Haah… sorry.”
“Uh—!”
Suddenly, Hye-seong’s body tilted backward. In one swift motion, his pants and underwear were yanked down, and he was flipped over onto the fully reclined seat.
A large hand grabbed one cheek of his ass as if it might tear it apart, spreading him wide. With the soft flesh fully exposed, Yoo Ji-ho immediately pressed the wet tip of his cock against the dry entrance.
The thick head nudged at the tightly sealed opening, pushing insistently as if it could pierce straight in. Startled, Hye-seong cried out.
“Uuugh! It won’t go in…!”
“I know, fuck.”
A hand appeared from behind and seized Hye-seong’s jaw roughly.
Jaw clenched with impatience, Yoo Ji-ho folded over him, pressing their bodies together as he captured Hye-seong’s lips. He sucked up the drool that had dribbled down while Hye-seong sucked him, then pushed his tongue inside.
“Hhmp— mmf…”
Even as he kissed him, Yoo Ji-ho’s cock kept probing the spot it wanted to enter. Accepting his tongue while trembling with tension, Hye-seong’s shoulders twitched.
Brushing his lips against the reddened ear, Yoo Ji-ho scolded softly.
“How are you still this tight every time?”
“Ah, haa…”
“After I’ve put it in you so many times, you should be opening up easier. Yeah?”
“Hhngh… s-sorry…”
Eyes squeezed shut, Hye-seong apologized, rubbing his cheek against the hand holding his face. At that sight, the reprimand faded into a breathy sigh.
“Ahh!”
Something pushed inside, making his ass clench hard. He thought Yoo Ji-ho had lost patience and shoved it in—but the tolerable sensation told him it was probably a finger.
Releasing his face, Yoo Ji-ho pulled up the hem of Hye-seong’s hoodie and pressed down on the pale back. His fingers spread the tight opening while his cock rubbed insistently against it. Soon enough, Hye-seong felt something wet pooling below.
“Haa— ah…!”
Apparently he really had been holding it in; a heavy rush of cum poured over the entrance, spilling in warm surges. The first few spurts were sucked in with a faint popping, but most couldn’t fit into the narrow opening and simply dribbled down in thick trails.
Gathering the cum running down his perineum and thighs, Yoo Ji-ho scooped it up and pushed it into the hole with his fingers. Despite being soaked in slick fluid, the tight entrance bit down around his finger insistently.
“Still tight as hell.”
“…….”
“At this rate, how’re you ever gonna take what you like so much?”
“Hhngh… it’s not— I don’t like it like that…”
Hye-seong’s voice rose petulantly. Meanwhile, the long fingers slid all the way inside and began pressing the stiff inner walls as if opening a narrow path.
“You like men’s cocks, don’t you? You’re always asking me to put mine in.”
“That’s—!”
Before he could finish, the two fingers moved, probing deeper at a different angle. Forgetting what he was about to say, Hye-seong buried his face in his arm and panted.
“Then do you like it because it’s mine?”
“……”
“Hm? Because it’s the cock of the person you’ve liked for so long?”
Hye-seong covered his mouth with his sleeve and said nothing. He had no idea why Yoo Ji-ho was even asking something like that.
“…Ha.”
When Hye-seong stubbornly stayed silent, Yoo Ji-ho clearly disliked it. After a moment of brooding quiet, he pulled his fingers out.
Immediately after, the slick, swollen head of his cock—still hardly softened after the earlier release—pressed between Hye-seong’s cheeks and slowly pushed its way in.
“Hhngt!”
“Ah…!”
Once he finally bottomed out, Yoo Ji-ho shuddered out a groan and pressed his chest down against Hye-seong’s back like a dog mounting its mate, thrusting sharply. The way the passage clung to him tighter than usual left him visibly dazed.
His arms wrapped tightly around Hye-seong from behind, sliding under his clothes to pinch the swollen nipples. As he drove deep and lifted shallow, his mouth found the reddened rim of Hye-seong’s ear again, biting down greedily.
“Hh— ahh!”
Each bite made Hye-seong throw his head back, clenching around the thick intrusion. Yoo Ji-ho’s thrusts grew faster, and their bodies shook wildly back and forth.
“Ha— fuck…!”
“A-ah— slower— aaah!”
Wrapping him so tightly it felt like he might crush him, Yoo Ji-ho licked and bit the flushed ear again. Hye-seong flinched and whimpered.
“Why do you keep… ngh—! My ear—!”
“Haah… I’ve wanted to bite it since earlier.”
“Ah— mmf— haa! Too fast— ahh!”
“Your ears turn red when your cock gets hard.”
Hye-seong had never known that about himself. And no one had ever said such a thing to him before. His face burned so hot it felt like it might ignite. He bit his lip hard, fighting another moan.
“Didn’t know that, huh?”
“Uuugh…”
Gripping Hye-seong’s chin, Yoo Ji-ho admired the expression on his face, mouth curling upward.
