The light, feather-like kisses were something Lee Han-seo had long since grown used to. But that didn’t mean his heart didn’t skip a beat every time. Whenever Park Woo-jun pressed his lips firmly against his, Han-seo’s shoulders would twitch on instinct.
Their breaths soon began to mingle, warm and deep, as Han-seo’s soft lips parted just slightly. Woo-jun tilted his head, almost desperate, as if regretting every second he hadn’t been kissing him. He eagerly swallowed Han-seo’s breath, his thick tongue curling against the roof of his mouth, sending shivers down his spine.
“Han-seo, hurry, okay?” Woo-jun urged, voice tight with want.
“Wait, just… just a moment,” Han-seo gasped.
His hands, which had been fumbling with Woo-jun’s clothes, hesitated in place. He’d stripped him down hundreds of times before, yet today, his fingers trembled uncontrollably. After sobbing so much, Woo-jun looked even more innocent and heartbreakingly handsome. Han-seo could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Okay… let’s start with something easier.
With that thought, Han-seo pulled his hand away from Woo-jun’s zipper, where it had been lingering nervously, and instead shrugged off his own hoodie—half-rolled up already—and tossed it aside.
Perched above him, Woo-jun watched his every move with a gaze that grew heavier, darker. The naive sweet potato had turned into something else entirely—a beast in waiting. Han-seo’s throat felt dry for no reason.
That familiar yet intense gaze made Han-seo’s heart flutter. Woo-jun kept licking his lips as if trying to soothe a thirst. Han-seo swallowed hard and moved his hand downward once more.
Pop. Zip.
As he unbuttoned and unzipped Woo-jun’s pants, the taut outline beneath the underwear came into view. Han-seo bit his lip and slipped his hand inside.
Woo-jun, unable to hold back any longer, sank his teeth into the nape of Han-seo’s neck—something he’d clearly been dying to do. His hot, wet tongue licked and sucked at every fine hair on the sensitive skin. The ticklish pleasure made Han-seo’s heart ache.
Each time his hand glided up and down the fully aroused shaft with more pressure, Woo-jun’s teeth would graze just enough to make him flinch. But Han-seo wasn’t afraid. If it was Woo-jun, he was ready to take even pain as pleasure.
“Huh, yes, uh…”
Woo-jun suddenly pushed three fingers into Han-seo’s narrow mouth, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. Even though it made breathing harder, Han-seo did his best to suck each finger thoroughly.
Soon, wet squelching sounds filled the air as saliva trickled down from the fingers he was tracing—between the knuckles, over the back of the hand, down to the wrist. Woo-jun looked like he wanted to slurp it all up.
Feeling like he was ready, Han-seo let out a quiet sigh and leaned back. Woo-jun, sharp-eyed in moments like this, moved his glistening fingers down himself. The training pants with their elastic waistband ended up in a heap on the floor.
“Uh… it hurts… be gentle…”
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“No, just a little…”
The soreness from dungeon-entry training had left him bruised and aching. After rolling around all day, the hole he hadn’t used in nearly a month was now too tight to take even the familiar rough fingers.
The pain wasn’t unbearable, but Han-seo still whined, dragging out his words. “What do we do, Woo-jun? I don’t think we can do it today…”
“Then it’s not gonna work. Sit on my face.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll suck it for you. Sit.”
“!!”
Any remaining trace of alcohol evaporated instantly. There was no misunderstanding what he meant. That was exactly the problem. Han-seo shook his head furiously, as if trying to snap himself out of it.
“You don’t like it when I’m hurting, right? I don’t want to hurt you either. You know that.”
Who was he trying to seduce with that voice? Woo-jun kept whispering sweet nothings, melting Han-seo’s resolve. Just imagining it was enough to make him blush. Woo-jun promised he’d stop the moment Han-seo told him to—he swore.
It didn’t take long for Han-seo to wave the white flag and slowly lift his hips.
“Hey, don’t… don’t look. Close your eyes tight. Got it?”
“Of course.”
“Seriously stop if I say so.”
“Okay, now lower your hips a little more. Hold your buttocks with both hands. Yeah, just like that.”
“Park Woo-jun, would you please watch your mouth…”
“What more delicate wording could I use, Han-seo? ‘Spread it open so I can suck your hole’?”
His innocent tone and that little head tilt left Han-seo utterly speechless. Even the way he tilted his head made his prominent Adam’s apple brush right against Han-seo’s balls.
Biting his lip, Han-seo slowly widened his knees and lowered himself. The oversized modular sofa—bought without much thought—was thankfully roomy enough for them to shift and move freely.
“Hic!”
His pale buttocks and the small cleft between them pressed right against Woo-jun’s face. Wrapping both arms around the narrow pelvis, Woo-jun pulled him close and pressed his lips to it without a moment’s hesitation.
The wet, obscene sound of sucking echoed from below. Like a parched dog, Park Woo-jun spread his tongue wide and lapped hungrily, driving Lee Han-seo to squirm in place. Shifting around was one thing, but trying to pull away was not allowed. Woo-jun bit into the inside of Han-seo’s thigh in warning, then let go.
“Haah, Woo-jun, huh, huh, ah!”
The moment Han-seo began to relax, Woo-jun stiffened his tongue, pressing in. Han-seo’s body jolted violently as he buried his face into the sofa’s headrest. That scorching tongue digging deep inside made his thoughts unravel. Down below, he was a mess—slick with his own pre-cum and Woo-jun’s saliva.
Han-seo didn’t particularly enjoy having his hole sucked. It made him feel too much, too fast, and drained all his strength.
“Hiiik, uh, ah, ahhh…”
As soon as that soft tongue breached deeper into the tender inner walls, he broke with a choked moan, coming uncontrollably. Semen spilled out helplessly, and even as it splattered across Woo-jun’s face, he didn’t stop. His tongue kept moving, mercilessly tracing the swollen, overstimulated walls. Han-seo felt every wet bump and curve drag over raw nerve endings.
“Huh, uh, stop, uh, no, I… stop, I want to stop.”
Han-seo whimpered, close to tears. Woo-jun had promised—he swore he’d stop if Han-seo ever asked. But now, he acted like he hadn’t heard a thing, still lapping him up like he couldn’t get enough. Maybe, to Woo-jun, letting go just because his boyfriend was begging while getting his hole sucked wasn’t what a true lover would do.
“Yaa… I said stop, please… Uh? Stop this… Hmm? I want to put yours in, huh? Not your tongue, Woo-jun’s. I want your cock instead.”
That cheeky little habit of whining to get dicked down instead of eaten out—God knows where he picked that up—left Woo-jun dizzy. Supporting Han-seo’s back, he suddenly sat up. Han-seo blinked wide-eyed in surprise as Woo-jun casually wiped the sticky semen from his face and called out, “Han-seo.”
“Uh…”
The way he looked—vulnerable, unusually quiet—was impossibly cute. Woo-jun called him again. “Han-seo.”
“Why do you keep saying my name?”
“My lover. My Guide. Mine.”
“……”
No need to say I love you, or whisper a bunch of flowery lines. Just calling each other’s names and reaffirming what they were to one another—that was enough of a confession. Seeing Woo-jun look at him like that, even with his cock still rock-hard, made Han-seo realize something like lightning striking his chest.
Ah… we really do love each other. Woo-jun, who loves so fiercely he can’t hold back. And Han-seo, who loves with all his heart. We’re desperate—because we can’t protect each other, because we can’t always be enough for each other.
The sudden clarity made his face flush a strange shade of red. Trying to shake off the embarrassment, Han-seo blurted out,
“…Woo-jun. Should I suck you?”
Woo-jun let out a disbelieving laugh.
“Baby, Han-seo. Is now really the time to be asking that…?”
“You sucked me as much as you wanted, so why can’t I suck my lover’s cock too, huh?”
“That’s not what I meant… The mood just now… wasn’t it totally heartwarming?”
“Then you shouldn’t have gotten hard.”
The moment he asked, Should I suck you?, he’d already spotted Woo-jun’s cock twitching, thick and ready—so what was the point of playing coy now? Han-seo pushed Woo-jun down and lowered himself without hesitation. That dark red length, completely at odds with his innocent face, was already glistening with pre-cum.
“Hello. Long time no see.”
“…Do you really have to greet it like that?”
“It’s been too long. Let’s make sure we meet more often.”
“……”
“Oh. It moved again.”
Clearly, Woo-jun didn’t hate getting sucked. But he rarely let Han-seo near his cock with his mouth. Maybe it was because Han-seo’s small lips would sometimes stretch too far and tear, which probably made Woo-jun uncomfortable. But still—it was frustrating. Even if he understood, it was annoying all the same.
