Chi-yu blinked at the neatly folded uniform shirt and jacket laid out on the bed—both belonging to Hyun Tae-oh.
Across the room, Tae-oh sat on the sofa by the window, chin resting on one hand, quietly watching him.
“You know what this means, right?”
The voice that rolled off Tae-oh’s tongue sounded like the devil himself.
Yes. Without a doubt, it was the devil’s voice.
When Chi-yu looked at him, Tae-oh’s eyes curved in a sly smile as he pressed again,
“You know, don’t you?”
“…That… uh… ha.”
A faint, awkward laugh slipped from Chi-yu’s lips, unable to finish the words stuck in his throat.
Trying to act as casual as possible, he rubbed his brow with one hand and asked,
“…Where are the bottoms?”
He already knew the answer. Still, he asked—grasping at straws, however thin.
“Of course there aren’t any.”
Just as expected. The devil’s answer.
Chi-yu exhaled, attempting to keep his tone flat, though he couldn’t quite hide the complicated expression tugging at his face.
“…I really have to wear it?”
“You said you’d do whatever I asked.”
“So this is the only thing you want me to do?”
“Or would you rather climb on and take my cock?”
“…I’ll wear it.”
Chi-yu didn’t hesitate this time, walking straight to the bed and picking up the uniform shirt.
Tae-oh’s lips curved in delight as he watched him.
“Want me to dress you?”
“No.”
“Why not? I swear I could cum just from putting it on you.”
“Yeah, sometimes your dick really is that pathetic.”
“It’s only pathetic in front of Kang Chi-yu.”
“…So it’s impossible for you not to be this way?”
With a sigh, Chi-yu shook his head as he buttoned the shirt he’d inevitably given in to wearing.
Tae-oh’s gaze never left his fingers.
“Maybe if you weren’t so damn sexy, I wouldn’t be.”
“I’m not the sexy one—you are.”
“Mm. No. It’s because of you.”
The grin stretching across Tae-oh’s face only grew wider.
Chi-yu sealed his lips shut. Pointless to argue—he’d only dig himself deeper. Instead, he picked up the uniform jacket.
As he slid it on, something felt odd, and he frowned.
“…But why the jacket too?”
“Because it turns me on.”
That ridiculous answer came as Tae-oh stood and approached him.
Reaching out, he smoothed down the jacket and shirt himself, muttering under his breath,
“…It’s big on you.”
The husky tone sent a chill down Chi-yu’s spine.
“It even covers your thighs.”
“Because it’s big.”
As Tae-oh’s hot hand trailed gently along the back of his neck, Chi-yu muttered lowly,
And that hand slid slowly downward, slipping beneath the collar, stroking his neck and back like a snake winding over his skin. The touch set every nerve alight, his body shivering in response.
“Fuck… why the hell do I get so hard seeing you in my clothes?”
Tae-oh’s voice cracked with arousal.
When Chi-yu scolded him for swearing, Tae-oh just said it was because he was too turned on.
Really, this all went back to that birthday event—when Chi-yu had slipped on Tae-oh’s shirt to hide his underwear.
If he’d known it was one of Tae-oh’s turn-ons, he never would’ve put it on so carelessly.
Letting out a low groan as Tae-oh’s hand slid down his back, Chi-yu swore to himself that from now on, he’d think twice before doing anything rash.
This man was already like a beast in heat, desperate every time he looked at him.
The hand stroking his back pressed closer as Tae-oh leaned in, brushing his lips against his.
Soft at first. Then retreating. Then returning again.
Changing the angle, Tae-oh licked at his lips with the tip of his tongue while his hand slipped back out.
Chi-yu thought he was about to undress him, but instead, Tae-oh pushed him down onto the bed.
That tongue, thick and insistent, lapped at his lips without mercy.
His hand slid inside the shirt again, kneading at his chest, while his lips pressed over and over, savoring his mouth like candy.
The kisses stayed soft, in contrast to his roaming hand. He hadn’t yet pried open Chi-yu’s teeth or forced his tongue inside.
“Mmm… nngh… haah….”
That restraint only stoked the fire higher.
When Chi-yu parted his damp lips and pressed his tongue to Tae-oh’s, the switch flipped.
The hand squeezing his chest slid lower, grinding between his thighs, while the kiss grew desperate—like letting go would be fatal.
Because he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, Tae-oh’s fingers brushed against his balls with every stroke of his thigh. Each touch made Chi-yu’s body jolt involuntarily.
Tae-oh’s hand cupped his cock and balls together, stroking firmly.
A breathless moan escaped Chi-yu’s lips.
That moan was all it took—Tae-oh broke the kiss only to trail lower, caressing him as he went.
“A-ah…”
Before Chi-yu could push him away, Tae-oh’s tongue was already gliding over his thigh.
His body flinched on its own, a faint whimper spilling out, and then Tae-oh’s lips closed over his balls, hot breath searing his skin.
“Hhhnngh… ah….”
Gripping his thighs firmly, Tae-oh began licking along his balls and cock, making Chi-yu writhe helplessly.
Held down like that, he could only lift his hips, never escaping Tae-oh’s mouth.
“Ah, Tae-oh—ahhh!”
He was swallowed whole in an instant.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as Tae-oh took him deep.
Chi-yu covered his face with both hands, moaning shamelessly. Inside that searing heat, his cock felt like it might dissolve.
Wearing Tae-oh’s shirt and jacket, bare legs spread, cock and balls both devoured—the pleasure was overwhelming, devastating.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the unbearable intensity, and Chi-yu could only call Tae-oh’s name over and over.
Tae-oh’s breath grew harsher around the cock he sucked.
Each time Chi-yu cried his name, Tae-oh only sucked harder, as if to answer with his mouth, drawing out cries that bordered on broken sobs.
“Haa… ahh… haah…”
Tae-oh’s hands clamped tighter on his thighs, his head bobbing faster along his shaft.
Chi-yu clutched at his head, gasping between ragged breaths,
“Hhnnngh! Ah! Stop—! Pull out—ahh!”
Climax hit too fast, too hard. He pushed desperately, but Tae-oh didn’t budge.
Twisting his hips, Chi-yu finally came inside his mouth, and Tae-oh swallowed it all, throat rippling.
“Ahhhk! Haahh—nngh!”
It was maddening—the way Tae-oh locked the tip of his cock against his throat, gulping every drop without spilling a thing.
Even after so many times, Chi-yu couldn’t get used to it—the sight of Tae-oh swallowing his cum.
Whenever he went down on Tae-oh, he always ended up coughing, sputtering, choking halfway. But Tae-oh never faltered. That alone still shocked him.
The way he swallowed it clean, wiped his lips casually with the back of his hand, and smoothly prepared for what came next—Chi-yu still couldn’t adapt to that practiced ease.
Straightening up, Tae-oh reached for his belt.
Apparently, he had no intention of taking off the shirt and jacket—he was going to fuck him while he still wore them.
Would it feel less humiliating, at least, with his top half covered? That ridiculous thought flashed through Chi-yu’s mind as he stared at Tae-oh undoing his belt and pulling down his briefs.
But the hardest thing to get used to, more than anything, was Hyun Tae-oh’s cock.
Especially when it was hard.
Every time Chi-yu saw it—so huge, so thick—his eyes widened in shock. But Tae-oh grabbed his chin and kissed him before he could dwell on it, swallowing his breath.
The tongue invading his mouth carried the taste of his own cum, swirling everywhere.
That feeling never ceased to bewilder him.
Tasting himself wasn’t exactly pleasant. But strangely, it spiked his arousal higher.
He hated it, and yet his lust always climbed uncontrollably.
It was… an endlessly strange sensation.
Chi-yu couldn’t help but wonder—did Tae-oh feel the same, kissing him after swallowing his load?
While his thoughts tangled with their messy kiss, Tae-oh was already preparing his body.
Two fingers, slick with lube, were working inside him, stretching him open.
Chi-yu hadn’t noticed at first, too distracted by the kiss and his own swirling thoughts.
Or maybe he had noticed but couldn’t process it. He didn’t even know when Tae-oh had opened the lube and coated his fingers.
