Chi-yu instinctively worked his throat, swallowing down the liquid as he bobbed his head.
“Ha…”
Tae-oh’s grip tightened in his hair as a shaky breath escaped him.
For the first time, Chi-yu thought he understood why Tae-oh always seemed to get more aroused whenever he moaned. The languid, husky sounds that spilled from Tae-oh’s throat were devastatingly erotic.
After swallowing every drop of Tae-oh’s release, Chi-yu slowly pulled his cock out of his mouth. Even spent, it hadn’t softened; the shaft twitched the moment it slipped free.
Licking his lips, Chi-yu pointed at it with his finger.
“You just came, so why are you still…”
He didn’t get to finish—the next instant, Tae-oh devoured his lips.
Tae-oh shoved his tongue deep into Chi-yu’s mouth, licking everywhere with a messy, almost obsessive thoroughness, as if he meant to scrub it clean of his own semen.
His still-erect cock pressed and rubbed insistently against Chi-yu’s thigh. Grinding his hips, Tae-oh greedily sucked up the mingled taste of his semen and Chi-yu’s saliva.
His cock shifted against Chi-yu’s thigh, angling until it nudged his erection through the thin barrier of his underwear.
Already hard from sucking Tae-oh off, Chi-yu’s own cock jerked at the new stimulation.
Finally, Tae-oh’s lips broke away, his tongue having stolen nearly all the saliva from Chi-yu’s mouth.
His lips traced lower—down Chi-yu’s jaw, throat, and chest—as his hands pushed his shirt up. His tongue flicked across a nipple before sealing over it with a wet pop, while his hands roamed restlessly over every part of Chi-yu’s body.
Chi-yu stroked his head, knowing where this was headed.
“Put it in.”
It wasn’t that he disliked being sucked. Far from it—he loved it.
Whenever Tae-oh went down on him, his mind went white, every thought burned away by sheer pleasure. But right now, the need to have Tae-oh inside him was stronger.
He wanted to close the distance completely, to become one without a gap left between them.
Tae-oh lifted his head, meeting his eyes, though his tongue was still teasing his nipple with lazy flicks.
“I want yours inside me.”
Chi-yu’s words made Tae-oh’s Adam’s apple bob.
“You want my cock?”
Chi-yu nodded hard.
Tae-oh cursed under his breath and straightened.
“You planned this, didn’t you?”
“…What?”
“You’re trying to seduce me until I fuck you raw and blow my cock out. You planned this.”
Chi-yu let out a low laugh.
“Just hearing me ask you to put it in, is that tempting?”
“Yeah. I’m not joking. I really feel like I’m gonna burst.”
When Tae-oh actually lifted his cock as if to show him—Want to see?—Chi-yu chuckled softly.
Tae-oh’s gaze swept over him, eyes dark with lust.
“How the hell did I not realize you were this filthy till now?”
His hand slid over Chi-yu’s cheek, jaw, and throat.
Chi-yu’s eyelids fluttered under the touch.
“You’re just as filthy. The sounds you make when you come… they’re insanely hot.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm.”
“Guess I’ll have to make them more often. Get you worked up.”
Leaning close, Tae-oh playfully licked up his lips with his tongue.
Chi-yu wrapped his arms around his neck, smiling lazily, before their lips pressed together again, slick and hungry.
This kiss was different—no longer the frantic biting and sucking from earlier. It started soft, tender, almost innocent, then deepened, growing bolder as their tongues tangled again.
They kissed recklessly. They fucked recklessly.
Round after round, until Chi-yu lost count of how many times he’d come. And in the end, Tae-oh still ended up with Chi-yu’s cock in his mouth, sucking him off until the very last.
***
“What’s this even for?”
Chi-yu looked down at the red box in his hand.
Jun-hyung was holding out the same box to Yu-hyun.
“Stamina.”
“If it works any better than it does now, that’s dangerous.”
Yu-hyun joked as he accepted the box, and Jun-hyung gave a wry nod.
“Yeah, it’s dangerous for me too, so you guys take them. I’ve got three more at home anyway.”
The box was one of many things Jun-hyung’s mother had sent. Among the piles meant for Beom Do-il were tonics said to restore energy and stamina.
Already worn out from fending Do-il off every night, Jun-hyung had quickly passed them on to Chi-yu and Yu-hyun before Do-il could get his hands on them.
Yu-hyun scanned the ingredient list on the back.
“Eel, black garlic, wild ginseng… all the stamina boosters are here. Oh, this is even from that famous health drink brand.”
“It’s not shady. Mom sent it for Beom Do-il.”
Both Yu-hyun and Chi-yu knew Jun-hyung’s mother doted on Beom Do-il more than her own son. And of course, she would never give Jun-hyung anything questionable.
Yu-hyun nodded and thanked him. Chi-yu, meanwhile, stared down at the box, wondering if he dared let Tae-oh take it.
“What, worried Hyun Tae-oh will get even worse?”
Jun-hyung saw straight through his expression.
“…Honestly, it’s been rough lately.”
“Me too. Same here.”
Yu-hyun shook his head, sighing.
“Are Espers all like this? Or is it just ours? Do they seriously not know how to stop after one round?”
“Beom Do-il’s the same. That bastard doesn’t stop until I can’t even lift a finger.”
“You think Yoon Do-jae’s any different?”
“…So they’re all like this?”
Chi-yu’s eyes widened.
Honestly, he’d thought Hyun Tae-oh was abnormally insatiable.
Starting at night and going until morning, every single time—sometimes, just seeing the signal that Tae-oh wanted it was enough to make Chi-yu afraid.
Which was exactly why giving him a stamina booster seemed like the worst idea possible. Still, he couldn’t refuse the gift, so he accepted it quietly.
He even felt a little sorry for Jun-hyung, who still had three more boxes at home.
What Chi-yu didn’t realize was just how much worse things were going to get because of that box.
Later, when Tae-oh came out of the shower and, while handing out treats to Catdog and Hayang, noticed the red box on the table, Chi-yu froze.
Before he could say anything, Tae-oh turned to him with a dead-serious expression.
“Chi-yu… was yesterday’s sex not enough for you?”
The misunderstanding was monumental.
