“Hnn… mmm… ahh…”
Tae-oh’s hand stroked up and down Chi-yu’s cock, smearing the precum across the swollen tip with his thumb as it moved tirelessly.
Their mouths were locked together in a kiss so deep and consuming it felt almost like sex itself, while his hand pumped him faster.
“Ahh… ngh… hnnh…”
A surge of unbearable pleasure shot up from his groin, and Chi-yu instinctively clutched Tae-oh’s wrist. But no matter how much he tried to push him away, Tae-oh’s strokes were far too strong, refusing to stop.
His tongue still drove mercilessly into Chi-yu’s mouth, leaving him breathless and overstimulated.
In the end, Chi-yu spilled into his grip, shuddering as his orgasm wracked through him. Tae-oh only released him once he had milked out every last drop. The tongue that had been filling his mouth finally slipped free as well.
Collapsed back against the sofa, panting heavily, Chi-yu gazed up at him.
Licking his lips, still wet with saliva, Tae-oh asked smoothly,
“Feel good?”
Chi-yu gave a faint nod.
Unlike him, struggling to calm his ragged breathing, Tae-oh—who had just pushed him over the edge with nothing but his tongue and hand—was perfectly composed, not even slightly out of breath.
“You must be starving. Let’s eat.”
As he spoke, Tae-oh pulled out tissues and carefully cleaned Chi-yu’s cock, ignoring the mess on his own hand, tending only to him with quiet precision.
Watching him, Chi-yu muttered,
“You should finish too.”
“Later. We’ll eat first. Then we can take our time with round two. You need food.”
“…Should I suck you off?”
At that, Tae-oh’s hand froze mid-wipe.
“I’ll do it,” Chi-yu whispered.
His voice trembled faintly, breaths still uneven.
It wasn’t as though this was his first time going down on him. They’d pleasured each other with their mouths plenty of times, even deep-throated before.
And yet, his nerves were wound tight.
He realized why—this was the first time Hyun Tae-oh had deliberately sprawled out on the bed, legs spread wide open, waiting to be serviced.
Tae-oh’s gaze was sharp, feral, the way a beast would look at its prey.
Settling between his thighs, Chi-yu stared down at the intimidating cock he never seemed to get used to. Under that piercing gaze, he couldn’t meet his eyes and instead fixed his stare on the heavy length before him.
“If you can’t, then don’t.”
“No—I will.”
Something about Tae-oh’s coaxing tone, like he was humoring a beginner, sparked a streak of stubbornness in him.
Leaning down, Chi-yu wrapped his hand around the thick shaft.
It still shocked him, how it barely fit in one hand. Slowly, he lowered his head.
His tongue brushed the slit at the tip. The cock twitched, alive and pulsing.
A guttural groan slipped from Tae-oh’s lips.
Chi-yu began to tease the swollen crown with flicks of his tongue. Watching the precum leak down the slit filled him with a strange rush—a sense of accomplishment, maybe even conquest.
Seeing Tae-oh’s cock respond so vividly to nothing but his tongue was strangely thrilling.
Growing bolder, he took the head into his mouth. Even with just that much, his mouth already felt stretched full.
He swirled his tongue carefully around the sensitive tip, mimicking what Tae-oh had done to him earlier.
A deep groan rumbled out of Tae-oh.
Rolling the crown against his tongue, Chi-yu lifted his gaze. Tae-oh, eyes lowered, was watching him intently.
The strain of his clenched jaw made it clear he was holding back waves of pleasure.
Determined, Chi-yu pushed further, sliding more of the shaft into his mouth.
With lips sealed tightly around the thick girth, his tongue continued its work as he studied Tae-oh’s every reaction.
His expression was more heated than Chi-yu had ever seen—brows faintly furrowed, jaw muscle shifting with the effort of restraint.
Gripping Tae-oh’s thighs as though bracing himself, Chi-yu started to bob his head slowly, sinking deeper. Tae-oh’s hand came to rest gently on his head.
Chi-yu gave a small shake, signaling he was fine.
The hand loosened, and Chi-yu pressed deeper, until it felt like going any further might be dangerous. He paused there, trying to steady his breath.
Gulp. The sound of Tae-oh swallowing carried loud and clear.
Chi-yu wanted to see his face, but with his mouth stuffed full, he couldn’t.
He pulled back slowly, tongue dragging along the shaft, then pushed down again. Over and over, he repeated the motion, swallowing him halfway at best.
He had no idea if that alone was enough to satisfy him.
When Tae-oh had gone down on him, he’d taken him so deep his balls had been pressed against his lips.
Not that Chi-yu was small by any means—but compared to Tae-oh, there was simply no contest.
It left him wondering how Tae-oh had ever managed to swallow him whole.
As Chi-yu bobbed his head with increasing fervor, Tae-oh guided him carefully, adjusting the pace so he wouldn’t choke.
He realized Tae-oh was deliberately controlling the distance, keeping him from forcing the swollen head too far into his throat.
Unskilled as he was, Chi-yu focused only on the simple rhythm of sliding the shaft in and out, while Tae-oh’s steady hand made sure he didn’t hurt himself.
Had Tae-oh not gently pushed him back whenever he tried to go too deep, the crown might have rammed into his throat, leaving him gagging.
But Chi-yu wanted to give him something unforgettable. Driven by that urge, he worked his head faster, tongue still teasing the thick veins as he went.
His jaw ached, but Tae-oh’s cock was twitching violently now, swelling, veins bulging, the tip about to burst.
Sensing it, Chi-yu sped up, and Tae-oh let out a moan unlike any before—low, raw, devastatingly lewd.
The sound alone sent a shiver through Chi-yu, so much that he groaned softly himself, unable to hold it back.
And then, suddenly, his mouth flooded with warmth.
