No answer. Just slow, even breaths. Seon pushed the silk robe off his shoulders, baring the pink nipples to the afternoon light. He flicked one with his thumb. Jihan twitched, shoulders lifting as if to shy away, but made no real effort to stop him.
“Hyung… I really need to leave soon. If you keep this up, I’ll be late.”
“Then go.”
Seon’s voice was a velvet murmur as he leaned in.
“I’m not stopping you.”
Jihan huffed, rolling onto his side. Seon swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, then gripped his shoulders and rolled him back. He untied the waistband of Jihan’s trousers and eased them down. Jihan obligingly lifted his hips, then let his legs fall open in silent invitation.
Seon’s fingers trailed lower, teasing the soft curls at the base of his cock. Jihan whimpered, hips lifting instinctively.
“We just… did this earlier…”
“Did we?”
Seon’s smile deepened.
“Are you sure you’re not too drunk, Hyung?”
“Mhm… Must’ve drunk it too fast.”
Jihan’s head tilted to the side, his ear nearly brushing his shoulder, his cheeks flushed as his hips kept lifting. Seon licked his dry lips before slipping a finger into the loosened hole.
“Ah… Uhn… It’s cold…”
“…You’ve been putting on quite a show. Want me to?”
“No…”
Jihan averted his gaze, his expression caught between a smile and embarrassment.
“I don’t want to… I—I hate your cock…”
Seon’s lips twisted slightly.
“Why do you hate my cock, Hyung?”
“Uh… It’s too big…”
“…”
“It just keeps getting bigger… and bigger… Hngh.”
“…I see. I’ll try to keep it at a reasonable size from now on.”
“Mmn…”
He added another finger, pressing against the swollen rim inside. Seon kept licking his own dry lips as he undid his sash and removed his outer robe.
“Hyung, I’m about to put it in, but the lubricant’s all gone. Would you lick it for me?”
“Huh? You want me to lick—?”
“Yes. If I just shove it in, it’ll hurt you.”
“Oh… right. It does hurt.”
As if to prove his point, Jihan slowly sat up and untied Seon’s waistband, pulling out his cock from the undergarments. He gripped the shaft with both hands, licking it in careful, teasing strokes—parting his lips around the head before swirling his tongue over the ridges.
“…”
Seon bit his lip to stifle a laugh. What could he even say? If he had to describe it, it was like watching a squirrel meticulously gnawing at an acorn.
“Hyung, what are you doing…”
“Licking your cock…”
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Huh? Oh…”
Seon gently pressed Jihan’s shoulders, guiding him back down. He pulled Jihan’s legs up, making him hug his own knees tightly to his chest. Seon leaned in, slapping one of Jihan’s pale, plump ass cheeks before kneading it firmly. His large hands could almost encompass the whole cheek. Spreading the flesh apart revealed the glistening, pink inner folds, still slightly swollen from earlier.
Seon’s gaze lifted to the soft cock nestled between Jihan’s pressed thighs. He pulled it free, watching as pre-cum dripped down the shaft, trickling toward the puckered hole. The fluid was greedily sucked inside.
A faint smile played on Seon’s lips as he whispered,
“Hyung.”
“…”
“You look so good.”
Jihan’s cheeks burned red.
Seon pushed his undergarments aside, freeing his fully erect cock. He rubbed the slick head against Jihan’s twitching hole.
“Not yet.”
“Uhn…”
“Don’t take it in yet. Don’t open up.”
“Hnngh… N-no, uhn, mm…”
Seon tilted his head.
“Do you like this better than my fingers?”
Normally, Jihan would either stay silent or snap back that fingers were better. But this time, his face flushed all over as he panted softly.
“I don’t know…”
Seon’s eyes blazed with heat. He lined up the thick, swollen head and pushed in abruptly. Jihan gasped, arching his neck back.
“Ah! Hngh—no, I don’t like it—”
Liar. His hot, squirming insides clenched around the invading head, eagerly pulling Seon deeper. Seon stifled a groan, gripping Jihan’s trembling hips.
“Hngh… Ah… It’s—too big, too hard…”
Jihan still clung to his own thighs, biting his slick knees as he whimpered. His unusual verbosity only made Seon harder. Seon slid his fingers into Jihan’s mouth, letting him lick and nibble. The quiet room filled with the sounds of the folding screen rattling and wet, obscene slaps. Even the sunlight seemed to retreat beyond the eaves.
“Hyung, do you like it that much? Your eyes are completely glazed over.”
“Ungh… Ffu—ah, hngh—!”
Seon thrust powerfully into the soft, yielding flesh, stroking Jihan’s exposed thighs. He smacked the firm ass with his palm before driving deep, aiming upward—making Jihan cum on the spot.
“Haaahngh…! Ah, ahngh!”
“Hah…”
Slowly, he pulled out until only the tip remained. The stiff cock twitched in the air. Jihan’s hole fluttered, and more fluid spilled out. Just as it pooled on the bedding, Seon pushed the slick head back inside.
“Haaahk…! Hngh—!”
Jihan twisted away in surprise, but his hands still clung to his own legs. Seon pressed in fully, spreading his ankles wide before laying him flat again. He massaged Jihan’s smooth, toned chest, thrusting hard each time. Pre-cum dripped down his shaft.
“Hyung, should I kiss you?”
“Hngh…”
Jihan’s entire face—except for his eyes, nose, and mouth—was flushed red. It was permission. Seon bit his own lip before crashing their mouths together, his tongue plunging into the warm depths. Jihan ground his cock and balls against Seon’s clothes, locking his legs around his waist. The fabric would be soaked, but Seon didn’t care—he sucked on Jihan’s tongue, even licking up the drool that escaped.
“Hngh… Stop… I can’t—it’s too much…”
Jihan writhed, struggling to keep up with the increasingly frantic thrusts. Seon cupped his warm cheeks, forcing their gazes to meet. Their noses brushed lightly.
“I won’t cum inside.”
“Huh…? Hah—!”
“I’ll pull out. Can I keep going?”
Jihan’s damp lashes trembled as his eyes rolled back.
“…Mmn… okay…”
Seon’s movements grew rougher, sending the folding screen toppling backward. A tea set crashed to the floor. He licked Jihan’s wet lips and clean jaw in turn, wanting to bury himself deep but holding back—knowing it would hurt.
“Haaahk—! I—I’m cumming again, ahngh—”
As Jihan arched and spilled, Seon matched his rhythm, grinding against that sensitive spot inside.
Jihan’s unfocused eyes stared blankly as thin streams of cum dribbled from him. He reached out clumsily, wrapping his arms around Seon’s neck. When asked if he wanted to be held, he made a sound that could’ve been a moan or an answer—”Mmn… mmn…”
Seon wanted to fill him to the brim, but he restrained himself. He pulled out just in time, spilling hot cum onto Jihan’s inner thighs. Each jet made Jihan twitch and whimper.
Panting, Seon lowered his gaze to the shadow beneath Jihan’s lashes—then to his still-hard cock, twitching alone. But he suddenly looked up.
“…”
A shadow flickered at the edge of the paper door.
When he turned fully toward the door, the shadow vanished instantly. Seon’s expression turned icy.
He stormed out of the room and found Little One still standing in the courtyard. Without a word, he kicked him in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.
“I explicitly warned you not to come within ten paces.”
The servant quickly scrambled to his knees, bowing his head. The lingering heat in his ears only irritated Seon further.
“F-forgive me, Master! It won’t happen again! This fool forgot his place—”
Seon glared at him with frozen eyes. If he had the time, he would’ve given him a thorough scolding. He couldn’t stand the sight of someone he’d personally chosen acting so recklessly.
“Please, have mercy—”
He had an appointment, so he forced himself to stay calm, lowering his voice.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
