Silky-soft hair tickled the sharply defined ridges of his abs. Half-reclined against the headboard, Cha-hyeon stared steadily at Se-min fidgeting below.
The bedroom was dim. From where Se-min had dropped to his knees to suck his cock, the crown of his head was visible. Watching his pair guide bow his head just to please him sent a nasty, domineering satisfaction coursing through Cha-hyeon’s whole body, as if he’d bent him to his will.
Warmth radiated from Se-min as he squirmed, trying to get comfortable. The straight ridge of his nose pressed into skin, and then sharp teeth delicately caught the band of his drawers.
“…Hhuu….”
With the hem of his underwear clenched between his teeth, Se-min looked up and met his eyes. His flushed ear rims gave away how hesitant he was.
He wanted to see that face clearly, but the damp, fluffy fringe kept getting in the way. He swept Se-min’s hair back with his hand.
A smooth forehead and eyes glossy with moisture came into view. With the fringe gone and his gaze unobstructed, the instant their eyes locked again, Se-min’s face went as red as his ears; he hurriedly lowered his lashes and began tugging the drawers down with his mouth.
Maybe it was his first time doing this, because he whined and strained with the effort; but once the cock that had been packed tight inside was revealed enough, the fabric snapped and rolled down in one go.
“…Ah.”
Thunk—caught off guard, Se-min took a cheek-slap from the suddenly rigid shaft and let out a dazed hum. He cupped his cheek, stunned, as if he couldn’t believe what had just hit him.
The sight was so good that laughter burst out of Cha-hyeon. A fine line formed between Se-min’s brows as he still held one cheek.
“Sorry. Mm, go on.”
Softer now, Cha-hyeon smoothed his hair back again and spoke with feigned tenderness. As if he’d never pouted, Se-min dropped his hand and, staring at the fully exposed cock, swallowed nervously.
He’d bragged he’d do it with his mouth, but faced with a glistening thing smeared with pre-cum, his nerve seemed to falter. His lips opened and closed, like he was gauging how wide he’d need to part them.
Blood-swollen, Cha-hyeon’s cock twitched. In the middle of steeling himself, Se-min startled and glanced up. Instead of blurting the obvious—What can I do? I’m turned on—he wrapped a hand around the shaft and rubbed the slick glans along Se-min’s cheekbone.
“Haa….”
Soft skin against sensitive flesh was wickedly stimulating. Past that sleek skin, the plum-like glans brushed those plush, pliant lips.
Caught between nerves and fluster, Se-min swallowed. The corners of Cha-hyeon’s eyes narrowed. He pressed the glans a little more insistently to Se-min’s lips.
“Open up.”
Lost and unsure, Se-min looked up at him and, after a beat, obeyed. With a small “Ah,” he opened his mouth and took the slick glans between his lips.
“Hoo….”
The warm, wet squeeze made Cha-hyeon exhale on instinct. Direct stimulation flaring out from the glans sent heat blazing up his spine in an instant.
Se-min flicked a glance up, then stretched his mouth wider and took him deeper. The way his tongue-tip tickled under the glans’ ridge was downright adorable. As if checking what expression he was making, he kept sneaking peeks; and as he confirmed Cha-hyeon’s face slowly drowning in pleasure, he started moving more eagerly.
“Nngh, mmph….”
Lowering his head, he pressed his tongue into the groove between glans and shaft, then suckled like he was nursing a candy. Maybe he’d seen it somewhere—his hand fumbled down the shaft and even brushed his balls. Then, getting greedy, he tried to swallow more; the moment the glans tapped his uvula, he jerked back.
“Ghk…!”
His body jolted as he coughed. But quickly composing himself, he kissed the massive thing like nothing had flustered him—starting at the glistening glans and trailing kisses down the rigid length standing from below the navel.
Smooch, smooch…. The tiny, careful kisses—like he cherished it—stirred a teasing itch. After gauging his reaction, Se-min flicked his tongue over his balls again, then pushed up with a little snap and took the glans back into his mouth. For a first-timer, he was plenty proactive.
…You really haven’t even done this for Sung Cha-hyeon, right? It was inevitable that a jealous doubt like that flashed through Cha-hyeon’s mind. The lust that had been roiling turned grimy all at once.
It wasn’t that Se-min was good. The proactive yet clumsy blowjob was proof he had almost no experience. But “almost none” and “absolutely none” are different things.
Sung Cha-hyeon.
Was it jealousy toward someone he couldn’t touch? In those missing memories, the fantasy of Se-min acting this provocatively for Sung Cha-hyeon took on uncomfortable clarity. Even knowing he himself had taken every one of Se-min’s firsts, he found himself irrational in spite of it. A feral glint flashed in his eyes.
His hand went to Se-min’s head. As before, he brushed the fallen hair—then closed his fist around it. Se-min’s eyes went round as he suckled like it was candy.
“Hoo… Se-min-ah. Yeah. Want to try taking more?”
He tightened his grip without hurting him. Obediently, Se-min opened wider and took the shaft deeper into his mouth.
“Don’t let your teeth touch. Just your lips.”
Drenched in irrational jealousy, a cold command slipped out. Se-min hesitated and looked up at him. Even knowing how icy he sounded, Cha-hyeon only hooked up a smile.
“Think you can take it to your throat?”
The mouth that had swallowed part of the shaft clenched for a second. He must’ve gulped; the warm, wet squeeze told him as much. Cha-hyeon closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.
Their gazes met. With that thick cock between his lips, the corners of Se-min’s eyes were pink. The hand gripping his hair slid down to his ear. As he slowly toyed with the rim and lobe, the flush on Se-min’s face deepened. Cha-hyeon’s voice melted to honey.
“Think you can take Hyung’s cock all the way? Hm?”
“Hff….”
The redness spread from his face down his neck; Se-min’s back twitched. Judging by the tremor in his pupils, just that much talk had gotten him hot. The fever of irrational anger ebbed from Cha-hyeon’s head a little.
With a sighing laugh that showed his teeth, Cha-hyeon watched as Se-min—who’d hunched as if to hide—hurriedly began bobbing. The sensation of his cock being sucked into that soft, wet cavern sent sparks racing.
“Haa… Good. How about a little deeper?”
“Mmph…!”
Despite the coaxing tone, the hefty glans drove in until it tapped his uvula. When Se-min’s body flinched, Cha-hyeon held his small head so he couldn’t escape.
“Ughk, mmph, hff…!”
Eyes brimming with reflex tears darted up at him in panic. Maybe he was suppressing the urge to gag—the tight throat clenched around the glans. With a knot between his brows, Cha-hyeon groaned.
“Haa, fuck….”
After a few rough thrusts with his hand fisted in that hair, only when he’d pushed his pair guide to the edge did Cha-hyeon ease up. Se-min wrenched his face back at once. He wanted to keep him buried in that throat until he came, but—
“Kkph, cough! Ghk!”
“You okay?”
“Khh, hha—Hyung, this—if you keep doing it, do you get used to it?”
Se-min croaked the question, sounding wronged. Watching him rub at his throat where it had gone that deep, an abnormal satisfaction settled over Cha-hyeon’s mind.
“Who knows. Hyung’s never sucked someone else’s, so I can’t say.”
Cha-hyeon didn’t miss the fleeting look of odd relief that crossed Se-min’s face as he coughed. See? He’s a little weird too. Maybe that’s why he made up his mind.
“Wanna test whether you get used to it?”
“…Huh?”
Hearing Se-min’s bemused voice, Cha-hyeon pushed himself up from his lazy sprawl against the headboard. With the pounce of a predator, he took Se-min—still clearing his throat—down without a chance to resist.
“Ah!”
Startled by the plush give at his back, Se-min blinked. With practiced ease, Cha-hyeon stripped off his pajama pants.
“Ah, wait—hht!”
Suddenly robbed of his clothes, Se-min flustered and tried to cover himself. But on a bed, that feeble resistance meant nothing; Cha-hyeon stopped him easily. He’d suspected it ever since he’d seen the outline through those thin pajama pants; grinning, he took in the drawers tented exactly as he’d expected.
“Wow, Se-min. You got hard sucking a guy?”
“Hgh…!”
Tears still clung to his lashes; Se-min’s face was scarlet. Smiling, Cha-hyeon tugged his underwear off too. He squirmed for a moment, but on the bed, resisting him was useless.
“I—I said I’d do it…. Ngh, Hyuung…! I’ll handle the guiding…!”
“Se-min. If we do it like that, we won’t get me off even if we go all night. With Hyung’s wavelength, I’ll end up hurting you. Is that what you want?”
Looking down at Se-min’s now-bared pubes, he spoke evenly. Maybe he couldn’t deny it—Se-min pressed his lips together.
Once he’d gone quiet, Cha-hyeon flicked a fingertip against his pair partner’s cock, drooling pre-cum. In all the life he remembered, he’d never once imagined taking another man’s cock into his own mouth.
He could let Se-min service him while he fed on guiding energy—but there was also the option where he, personally, licked the guide’s energy clean off.
“Make sure you remember who was the first to suck your cock, okay?”
Got it? The “original Cha-hyeon Hyung” you were so desperate to find would never have done something like this for you.
