#97
“Ignore it. It’ll subside soon.”
Subside? Nam Seonwoo snorted. As he stared directly, the increasingly bulging front of the garment showed no signs of subsiding at all.
‘Wow, was this my preference all along?’
What’s more, Kang Jihan now had one arm and leg immobilized. Strictly speaking, rather than being tied up, he was in a cast, but either way, he couldn’t move freely.
Finding himself attracted to someone younger who couldn’t resist felt somewhat perverse, but Nam Seonwoo’s self-reflection didn’t last long. It wasn’t that he had a preference for that sort of thing—Kang Jihan was his preference. And what younger person? They were the same age, even if one lacked memories. After rationalizing away his last pangs of conscience, Nam Seonwoo bit his curling lip and reached out his hand.
“You-!”
Before he could touch the pants, his wrist was strongly seized. But unlike Kang Jihan, Nam Seonwoo could use both hands. When he pulled down the elastic waistband of the hospital pants with his other hand, the fully erect dick sprang out heavily. Though he knew the lack of underwear was due to the surgery, Nam Seonwoo feigned innocence and taunted him.
“You really are a pervert. Not even wearing underwear.”
“…”
The response came not from above but from below. The organ twitched significantly, as if feeling embarrassed. Kang Jihan belatedly resisted.
“We’re outside.”
“Who’s the one who got hard outside?”
“Don’t, ugh…”
Though he had only lightly grasped it with his hand, Kang Jihan immediately went quiet. When Nam Seonwoo gently rubbed the dick with his index finger and thumb, the broad shoulders trembled and Kang Jihan lowered his head.
Watching him swallow back stifled moans, unable to do anything, gave Nam Seonwoo a strange feeling. The thought that he could completely immobilize Kang Jihan—whom he could never overpower normally—with just one hand sent something akin to a conquering desire up his spine. Nam Seonwoo unconsciously swallowed silently.
Deliberately using just his fingertips to lightly touch the veins protruding along the shaft, he could see the thighs tensing as the organ in his hand grew increasingly formidable. Nam Seonwoo kindly whispered the doctor’s advice to avoid putting pressure on the legs.
“Relax. Do you want your leg to be completely destroyed?”
Kang Jihan grasped Nam Seonwoo’s hand in response. At the gesture seemingly begging him to stop, Nam Seonwoo pouted. He was reminded of someone who wouldn’t stop despite being asked to quit it on the bed. Nam Seonwoo briefly observed Kang Jihan, who was holding his breath with his head bowed, then lowered his eyes.
‘Come to think of it…’
Kang Jihan—that is, Kang Jihan from the previous life—never allowed Nam Seonwoo to perform oral sex on him. Rather than not allowing it, it was more like he never permitted it. Even when Nam Seonwoo voluntarily tried to do it, he firmly refused every time.
Yet Kang Jihan almost always performed fellatio on him before penetration. Foreplay with him was almost exclusively fellatio. At first, this was nothing but joyful. The fact that the fastidious Kang Jihan would use his mouth was beyond joy—it was deeply moving. But after it became a routine, Nam Seonwoo had other thoughts. The reason Kang Jihan performed fellatio was simply to prepare for penetration in the quickest and most efficient way. Otherwise, there would be no reason to refuse Nam Seonwoo’s offers to do it for him.
So afterward, it became less exciting than kissing, but whether his body responded or not was a separate matter. When Kang Jihan sucked him with his mouth, he always ejaculated inside, and that would be the start of Kang Jihan entering him from behind.
Anyway, that’s what fellatio was to Nam Seonwoo. Something Kang Jihan could do but he couldn’t.
So a belated question arose. If Kang Jihan truly liked him, why didn’t he let him perform fellatio? There was no one to answer this question, but one thing was certain: the current Kang Jihan couldn’t stop him from doing it.
“…!”
When Nam Seonwoo took the glans in his mouth, he heard a sharp intake of breath from above. Kang Jihan, who had frozen momentarily, quickly grabbed his shoulders, but Nam Seonwoo warned him as he pushed the glans deeper into his cheek.
“Stay still.”
Though he tried to be careful, perhaps because it was his first time, his teeth grazed it slightly. But even that seemed to be felt as stimulation, as Kang Jihan let out a low moan. At the same time, the organ in his mouth leaked fluid steadily. After swallowing the salty and fishy pre-cum, Nam Seonwoo opened his mouth wider with his tongue. As he spread saliva along the shaft with his tongue and swallowed the dick deeper, he hit a barrier before going too far.
It seemed impossible after all. As he pulled his head back and unconsciously looked up at Kang Jihan, hot liquid gushed into his mouth.
“Mmph…!”
The hand that had been on his shoulder had somehow moved up to his neck, cradling the nape of his neck and the back of his head. The palm that firmly held his head and wouldn’t let go made it impossible to spit out the organ.
Semen filling his mouth dripped from between his lips. Belatedly coming to his senses, Nam Seonwoo swallowed the semen just as Kang Jihan had done. Since the grip on his head wasn’t loosening, it seemed that was what he wanted. He looked up as if to ask if that was enough, but for some reason, Kang Jihan’s expression changed strangely. And then his head was pushed down deeply.
“…Guk, heuk!”
Nam Seonwoo gagged as the organ forced its way into his throat. For a moment, unable to assess the situation, Nam Seonwoo blinked in confusion, and soon the organ withdrew. As the thumb stroked the back of his head as if to reassure him, just as he was about to feel relieved, the organ mercilessly penetrated his throat again.
“…, …!”
Whether due to the semen already ejaculated in his mouth or thanks to the moist mucous membrane, the dick that seemed like it couldn’t go any further felt like it was pushing in bit by bit. Physiological tears welled up at the unfamiliar sensation of his throat being completely filled. As the flesh moved back and forth in small motions, gradually going deeper, Nam Seonwoo desperately moved his eyes to find Kang Jihan.
But his pleading gaze didn’t reach him. Kang Jihan moved his hips with his gaze fixed on Nam Seonwoo—or more precisely, on his own organ being swallowed by Nam Seonwoo’s mouth. It was a movement faithful to instinct. The more he saw the mixture of saliva and semen flowing from the small mouth, the more his black pupils clouded.
When Nam Seonwoo hit his thigh hard, Kang Jihan finally moved his eyes slowly. Upon discovering Nam Seonwoo choking with tears, he cursed and shook his hips violently.
Nam Seonwoo’s punches grew fiercer as semen gushed into his throat. As soon as the hand fixing his head loosened its grip, Nam Seonwoo spat out the organ with a gasp.
“Kak… haa, heuk, you, crazy…”
The organ was wet almost halfway down. He felt it might have reached his heart with slight exaggeration, but it was ridiculous that only that much had entered. But even more ridiculous was Kang Jihan, who had forcibly pushed that crazy thing in.
While he was catching his breath, his chin was grabbed. Nam Seonwoo glared at Kang Jihan, but due to the tears that kept welling up, his face appeared blurry. Instead, he could clearly feel the thumb wiping his lower lip.
“…We really shouldn’t do this here.”
It was a mutter close to talking to himself. Nam Seonwoo was so dumbfounded that he couldn’t even laugh. For someone who had come to the realization that they shouldn’t be doing this, it had been an extremely forceful fellatio.
Nam Seonwoo blinked, forcing the pooled tears to fall. Kang Jihan, clearer in his vision now, was smiling. Dreamily, like someone missing a screw.
“I think I couldn’t pull out even if you bit down with your teeth.”
“…Huh, really now.”
It was infuriating that despite everything, those dimples still looked fresh.
If, just if, the thirty-four-year-old Kang Jihan had also not allowed fellatio for such a reason, it was absolutely the right decision. Just like Kang Jihan who said he couldn’t pull out, the thirty-four-year-old Nam Seonwoo would have also endured forcibly when seeing an excited Kang Jihan.
Nam Seonwoo wiped his mouth vigorously with his hand. He had ejaculated so much that Kang Jihan’s scent seemed to vibrate from all directions. Moreover, having swallowed so much, it felt like he was still holding Kang Jihan in his mouth.
When Kang Jihan first ejaculated, Nam Seonwoo had planned to tease him about premature ejaculation. But seeing that crazy thing still standing tall even after ejaculating twice in succession, his desire to tease completely disappeared. Nam Seonwoo glared and asked.
“Was it that good?”
“Yes. I feel like I could die.”
Looking at that smug face, Nam Seonwoo suddenly missed the Kang Jihan from just a few minutes ago, who had been at a loss with his every gesture. And to say he could die? If he knew how he had actually died, he wouldn’t dare utter such nonsense.
“I’m joking. I shouldn’t die.”
When Nam Seonwoo gave him a side-eye as if to say “who jokes about that,” Kang Jihan smiled, lightly pressing his lips above the tip of his nose.
“We’ve only just started again.”
Unlike the fresh kiss, his face, reddened with excitement, showed no signs of subsiding. To think he had momentarily interpreted that flush as embarrassment—somehow, he felt deceived again this time.
Unlike earlier when he had hesitated, Kang Jihan kissed him skillfully now. As if not caring about his own semen smeared here and there, his thick tongue licked Nam Seonwoo’s lips and around them. Following him, Nam Seonwoo closed his eyes and parted his lips.
The fortunate thing was that it seemed like it would end here. He suddenly thought it was truly fortunate that Kang Jihan’s arms and legs were all bound up.
