Chapter 70
Cheong-yeon’s shoulders hunched. Though they had lived together for three years, this was the first time Do-heon had used such direct crude language. The unfamiliar behavior sent a chill down his spine.
Yet it was also thrilling, as it proved how excited Do-heon had become.
Cheong-yeon soon smiled with the corners of his eyes curving upward. Then he buried his face in Do-heon’s groin to focus on continuing what he was doing.
“Slurp… mmmm.”
As he licked the massive cock thoroughly from bottom to top with his tongue, the surface quickly became wet and glistening. Cheong-yeon glided his lips up to the cock and rubbed the tip with his finger, as if gauging it before taking it into his mouth.
But no matter how much he tried to figure it out, he worried that it wouldn’t all fit in his mouth. In the pornographic videos he had seen before, they seemed to swallow even long dicks all the way to the base. Though those were smaller than this one, both those and the one he was holding seemed impossible to gulp down into his mouth. How was this done?
After some hesitation, Cheong-yeon simply opened his mouth wide and took in the cock first. Even that alone made his jaw feel like it would dislocate.
“Mmph…”
He suddenly felt fortunate that the car interior wasn’t very bright. This way, Do-heon wouldn’t see his expression as he fumbled, unsure what to do despite having confidently offered to compensate with fellatio.
“Mmmph, slurp.”
As expected, his mouth was already full with just the tip in it. With no space to take in more, he eventually had to spit it back out, feeling suffocated.
Slightly discouraged, Cheong-yeon was just licking around the shaft with his tongue when he suddenly realized that the cock needed to go not just into his mouth but down his throat. This sudden realization brought with it a wave of bewilderment.
Is it even possible to put this in my throat?
Feeling intimidated, he glanced up at Do-heon with timid eyes. Do-heon, as if already seeing through Cheong-yeon’s thoughts, brushed his soft hair behind his ear.
“What? Can’t take it down your throat?”
“No, I can.”
He had meant to say “no,” but since he shook his head while the cock was in his mouth, a deflated sound came out instead.
“Ugh.”
Simultaneously, Do-heon let out a metallic sound through his teeth as the cock rubbed against various bumpy mucous membranes inside Cheong-yeon’s mouth.
Thanks to this, Cheong-yeon learned that he could provide stimulation this way, not just by simply taking the cock in and out of his mouth.
Though it wasn’t intentional, encouraged by having excited Do-heon, Cheong-yeon took a deep breath and opened his mouth wider than before. As he swallowed the cock up to the base of his throat, the accumulated saliva flowed down uncontrollably, thoroughly wetting the shaft’s surface.
Not only was it too large, but being in a car limited his ability to position himself properly. Despite the discomfort, Cheong-yeon did his best to relax his throat muscles. As he lowered his head, the cock crushed his uvula, causing tears to well up as a physiological response.
“Mmph… mmm.”
Having barely managed to take in about a third of it, the pulsating sensation from the hot, hard shaft was vividly transmitted to his palate and tongue.
Barely suppressing his gag reflex, Cheong-yeon opened his throat more and took the cock deeper. As he did so, wet sounds that would normally be heard during intercourse echoed.
“Slurp, guk, mmmph, slurp, haaa…”
After laboriously bobbing his head up and down a few times, Cheong-yeon reached his breathing limit and spat out the cock again.
“Haa, haa… haaaa.”
Even while catching his breath heavily, Cheong-yeon’s neat, pale hands gripped Do-heon’s shaft and stimulated it by moving up and down.
He looked up with tears welling in his eyes, but this time, shadows obscured Do-heon’s face. He could barely see his straight, closed lips, unable to discern what kind of expression or gaze he had.
“Mmmm, mmm… mmp.”
Cheong-yeon tilted his head to the side again and diligently sucked on the side of the shaft. After rubbing the transparent pre-cum gathered at the tip of the fully erect, hardened cock with his tongue, he soon pressed his soft lips together and kissed it with a smacking sound.
In response, he could feel Do-heon’s thighs and lower abdomen tensing. His breath pouring down from above was hot and rough. His pheromones were dense and musky, as if pressing down on Cheong-yeon’s senses.
Cheong-yeon’s eyelids trembled at the strange heat spreading from his stomach. The Alpha pheromones were gradually making his head foggy. Just having Do-heon’s cock in his mouth sent a tingling stimulation up from the inside of his thighs.
“Mmmph…”
It was newly surprising that even the one giving fellatio could feel pleasure, not just the receiver. Or was he particularly sensitive to Do-heon’s pheromones, causing this reaction?
Swallowing his moans, Cheong-yeon pressed his moistened lips against Do-heon’s cock, which was wet with his saliva. Each time his lips touched the smooth, blunt flesh, the sticky friction sound tickled his ears.
Cheong-yeon opened his lips again and swallowed the cock in one go. Working his small lips, he diligently took the cock halfway in and squeezed tightly. From that position, he slightly shook his head while repeatedly taking the shaft deeply and then releasing it.
Having grasped the method from earlier, it had become slightly easier to open his throat, as his body somewhat adapted to it.
“Huu.”
Do-heon had to bite his lip to keep from gripping Cheong-yeon’s hair too tightly, delighting in the pleasure provided by the soft, moist mucous membrane inside his mouth.
Though his tongue movements and mouth technique were still quite clumsy, the sight of Cheong-yeon with tears welling up, trying his best to take the shaft deeper, was more than enough to stimulate Do-heon’s desire.
“Slurp, mmm, suck, mmmph.”
Frowning, Do-heon sat on the car seat, leaning his upper body forward and persistently looking down at Cheong-yeon as he moved his head.
Saliva that Cheong-yeon couldn’t swallow dripped down his lips and chin. Do-heon wiped away the fluid gathered at the tip of his delicate chin with his hand.
Though he was aroused, the pace was slightly too slow to reach climax.
Just as he was considering whether to tell him that was enough, the red liquid smeared around Cheong-yeon’s lips caught Do-heon’s eye.
Alarmed that it might be blood, he quickly lifted Cheong-yeon’s head, who looked up at him with a flushed face as if wondering what was wrong.
Do-heon touched Cheong-yeon’s reddened lips directly with his hand.
“Are you bleeding?”
“Ah, this. I think it’s lipstick I put on during makeup today…”
Cheong-yeon wrinkled the bridge of his nose, seeming embarrassed. Do-heon rubbed the red liquid on his hand, confirming once more that it wasn’t blood.
Don’t his lips have a natural redness without needing to apply such things? Do-heon thought unconsciously. But before he could voice his thoughts, Cheong-yeon began lightly kissing the cock and frenulum again.
“Huuuu…”
Cheong-yeon, though awkward, licked up the pre-cum flowing from the tip without any aversion, to the point where it was hard to believe this was his first time.
Even when they were married, Do-heon had never asked for something like this. The space between his brows wrinkled like paper as he intently watched the red, soft tongue flicking around the cock.
Cheong-yeon put the cock in his mouth and began earnestly sucking it up. He was taking it into his throat much faster than before. Obscene, wet sounds emanated from the mucous membrane of his throat as it opened softly, clinging tightly to the bumpy shaft.
By now, lipstick marks had transferred not only to his lips but also to Do-heon’s thick shaft that Cheong-yeon was sucking. The red stains spreading around his mouth and chin created an unnecessarily provocative scene.
The sight of the cock entering and exiting Cheong-yeon’s small, red mouth caused Do-heon to emit a beast-like growling moan. A prominent vein stood out along the line connecting his jaw and neck.
“Mmmph, slurp… mmph, slurp, slurp, mmmm.”
Cheong-yeon’s mouth, now more relaxed than at first, was hot and wet. Each time his throat and lips wrapped around the cock with just the right pressure, the urge to ejaculate began to rise. Do-heon’s lower abdomen felt taut, and his breathing became uncontrollably irregular.
Just as Cheong-yeon lifted his head, took out the cock he had been sucking, swallowed it deeply again, and squeezed his lips quite firmly around it, Do-heon grabbed his hair and pulled it up.
As he extracted the cock from Cheong-yeon’s mouth, a long, transparent thread connected the cock to Cheong-yeon’s lips.
“Huk, huk.”
Unable to suppress his climax any longer, Do-heon ejaculated on Cheong-yeon’s face.
“Mmph…!”
Startled by the semen pouring out right in front of his face, Cheong-yeon tightly closed his eyes. The sticky, thick fluid flowed down his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, and his cheeks, wetting his entire face.
“Haa, ha… huu.”
The car interior was filled with the heat and rough breathing emanating from the two.
Do-heon frowned at the overwhelming pleasure. Regulating his ragged breathing, he opened the console box and took out some tissues. Then he wiped Cheong-yeon’s face, which was a mess from the semen he had ejaculated.
“Damn, I should have blocked it with my hand. My mistake.”
Do-heon muttered in a voice heavily strained from excitement. Receiving Do-heon’s careful wiping of various parts of his face, Cheong-yeon asked:
“Was it good?”
“As if you need to ask.”
Do-heon answered dryly, as if the question didn’t even need to be asked. He pulled out a fresh tissue and rubbed around Cheong-yeon’s mouth where the lipstick had smeared. His lips were noticeably more swollen than usual.
Watching Do-heon finally clean himself, Cheong-yeon straightened up as if suddenly remembering something.
“Director, about what I mentioned earlier at the department store.”
Swallowing dryly, Cheong-yeon anxiously continued.
“I asked if we could skip tonight because I have to leave early tomorrow morning… You remember, right?”
Seeing Cheong-yeon rolling his eyes and belatedly asking if they could forego penetration, Do-heon raised his hand. He carefully rubbed Cheong-yeon’s plumped lower lip with his thumb, as if tracing it.
“I should let you go. You’re an actor now, after all.”
A strange bitterness permeated his voice as he readily agreed. But Cheong-yeon soon dismissed it as his own misperception and nodded.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
