Seung-hyeon was acutely aware that his hand was trembling. With his lips pressed tightly together and his gaze lowered, he knew exactly how he must have looked to Seon-woo. But no matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t something he could control. The only way to suppress the surge of excitement, even slightly, was to grit his teeth.
Between his legs, Seon-woo’s face remained fixed, watching him intently as if observing every reaction. Seung-hyeon’s cock, which had slipped out briefly, was soon swallowed back into that mouth. Veins bulged on Seung-hyeon’s hand as he watched the scene unfold, yet he couldn’t bring himself to grip Seon-woo’s hair. And since letting go wasn’t an option either, all he could do was helplessly caress Seon-woo’s hair, caught between action and restraint.
Gwak Seon-woo giving him a blowjob was a rare occurrence. Every now and then, Seon-woo would offer to do it, but Gwak Seung-hyeon almost always refused. Because it wasn’t good? Not a chance. Gwak Seung-hyeon would react eagerly even to the slightest brush of Seon-woo’s fingertips, let alone his lips. Even if Seon-woo’s skills were utterly lacking, it wouldn’t have mattered.
Seung-hyeon simply didn’t want to burden Seon-woo. He preferred being the one to take the lead, to pleasure Seon-woo, to watch his face unravel in ecstasy.
That’s why his specialty was warming up Seon-woo’s entire body until he melted, subtly steering the situation away before Seon-woo could insist.
But now, with one arm out of commission, he had no way to refuse him. All Seung-hyeon could do was silently witness Seon-woo mouth his cock, every second of it.
Seon-woo studied his expression relentlessly, confirming that Seung-hyeon was overwhelmed, before finally lowering his gaze again. Wrapping one hand around the shaft, he began bobbing his head, and surprisingly, it didn’t seem awkward at all. His older cousin was learning too damn fast. In moments like these, that fact was both a blessing and a curse.
Seon-woo kept taking him deeper, again and again, before pausing suddenly. It looked like he had pulled back to catch his breath. The cock, now glistening with spit, slipped out and twitched in the air. When Seon-woo lightly tapped the tip of the glans with his finger, Seung-hyeon’s body, already hypersensitive from all the stimulation, shuddered in response.
Raising his head, Seon-woo glanced up at Seung-hyeon’s flushed face and neck, then slowly extended his tongue.
That unusually red tongue licked across the tip. Seung-hyeon, supporting himself with his good arm, let out a ragged breath. Perhaps enjoying how every tease triggered an instant reaction, Gwak Seon-woo grew bolder. He picked up the pace, stimulating the shaft and sucking harder with increasing rhythm. Seung-hyeon, barely holding back, finally surrendered and opened his mouth.
“Stop… Hyung, stop…”
“……”
“Ah, please stop, Director… I-I’m gonna come…”
He clenched his teeth, refusing to finish in Seon-woo’s mouth. But even then, he couldn’t bring himself to push Seon-woo away. All Seung-hyeon could do was plead.
Thankfully, just before he could climax, Seon-woo pulled his face back. The cock, swollen to the brink, sprang out and jerked upward the moment it left his mouth, slapping against Seung-hyeon’s stomach, slick and soaked.
Seon-woo, who had been watching the climax, climbed back onto the bed and moved toward Seung-hyeon on his knees. Once again, Seung-hyeon’s legs were caught between Seon-woo’s knees.
Hovering over him, Seon-woo brought his hand to his belt. That gaze alone was enough to excite Seung-hyeon further. He made no effort to hide his cock, now dripping with translucent precum, and leaned forward toward Seon-woo. The lips that had pressed down against his chest quickly moved to suck on his nipple. A slick, wet sound echoed from his chest, and Seon-woo tilted his head back, momentarily forgetting the belt he was unfastening.
“Haa…”
Seon-woo’s fingers were trembling, just like Seung-hyeon’s had been earlier. He looked as though he desperately wanted to hold onto Seung-hyeon’s exposed shoulder, but even though it was the uninjured one, he couldn’t bring himself to put any weight on someone who was hurt. Left with nowhere else to go, his hand instead gripped the headboard behind Seung-hyeon. He held it so tightly that his fingertips turned white.
“Are you okay, Director…?”
Even though it was Seon-woo himself causing this state, Seung-hyeon’s voice was laced with genuine concern. Seon-woo looked down at the man trapped in his arms. He couldn’t shake the thought that even this position might put strain on Seung-hyeon’s injured arm. In the end, Seon-woo straightened his back, refraining from bracing himself on any part of Seung-hyeon’s body. Still, every time Seung-hyeon sucked on his nipple, a chuup sound followed, and Seon-woo’s hips trembled slightly—though he didn’t show it outwardly.
Finally undoing the belt, he lowered his pants, dragging his black boxer briefs down with them. Seon-woo’s cock had already hardened fully while he was sucking Seung-hyeon earlier. He widened the space between his legs, which had already spread naturally when he knelt, then took Seung-hyeon’s cock in one hand and guided it between his thighs. As he led it with his hand, Seung-hyeon’s cock, brushing and nudging against firm thighs, soon came to rest right against his sealed entrance.
Seung-hyeon stared at the sight like a man who had forgotten how to breathe.
Seon-woo’s hand began stroking his shaft again. The pale, sturdy hand moving between equally pale, firm thighs, caressing another man’s cock—it was surreal. The visual stimulation alone overwhelmed the physical. Seung-hyeon shut his eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them with a fierce grin.
“Haha… Director.”
“You said you were about to come…”
Seon-woo’s voice came from above, his brows slightly furrowed. The words sounded almost like a tease, coaxing him toward release.
There was no way he could hold back anymore. Seung-hyeon looked up at Seon-woo like he was under a spell and spoke.
“Kiss me.”
Seon-woo leaned down and pressed a kiss to Seung-hyeon’s lips. It wasn’t deep, and their tongues didn’t intertwine. It was nothing more than a light, feathery peck. But that chaste kiss acted like a detonator for Seung-hyeon.
“Ugh…”
With his teeth clenched, he let out a low, rough moan. From the tip of his cock, still aligned with Seon-woo’s entrance, a thick spurt of fluid erupted. Whether from overstimulation or sheer intensity, his cum burst out in several shots, wetting the entrance and trickling down Seon-woo’s thigh.
While Seung-hyeon stared, soaking in every detail of the sight, Seon-woo wet his fingers with saliva. Watching those fingers spread the slicked opening, Seung-hyeon let out a soft breath.
“Ah… ngh…”
“Shall I help you?”
It was in response to watching Seon-woo moan softly as he worked to loosen himself. But even with the evident strain on his face, Seon-woo stubbornly shook his head.
“I said I’m going to do it. Haa… I told you, didn’t I?”
The reason Seung-hyeon said anything wasn’t just out of concern for Seon-woo. His patience had simply reached its limit. Despite having already climaxed once, his cock was standing fully erect again, prodding persistently between Seon-woo’s thighs. Each time Seon-woo shifted to open himself more, the tip of Seung-hyeon’s glans grazed across his inner thigh.
“I just… can’t hold back anymore…”
At last, the truth slipped out of Seung-hyeon’s mouth as well. Looking down at him, Seon-woo cupped Seung-hyeon’s cheek, then bit down on his lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. It was a kiss—not long like a French kiss, but brief and searing.
“It’s almost… done.”
His voice trembled, completely betraying his attempt at calm, and with that, Seon-woo pushed Seung-hyeon down against the mattress. A soft pillow cradled the back of his head. Seon-woo straddled him, positioning the tip of Seung-hyeon’s cock at his entrance once more. Unlike earlier, when the opening had been tightly sealed, it now parted slightly, beginning to accept him bit by bit. The slick sound of precum and saliva mixing teased at their ears.
Seung-hyeon felt the overwhelming urge to grip Seon-woo’s waist with both hands and pull him down until he was fully seated—until he was buried to the base. He wanted to rub up against that sweet spot, to etch the image of Seon-woo throwing his head back in pleasure into his memory.
But he managed to hold back. Not being able to do as he pleased was frustrating, but he didn’t want to rush him. The entrance still felt tight. If anything, Seon-woo had probably pushed him down onto his back to avoid needing to prepare himself further.
“Ugh, hhng… ah, Gwak Seung-hyeon…”
“Yes, Director.”
“I’m right here.”
Even in that state, Gwak Seon-woo grit his teeth as he slowly lowered himself, trying to take Seung-hyeon deeper. Just watching that was a kind of reward in itself for Seung-hyeon.
With his free hand, Seung-hyeon gently ran his fingers down Seon-woo’s waist. At last, as Seon-woo steadied his breath, he exhaled and asked,
“…Is it all the way in?”
Seung-hyeon raised his left hand and pressed his palm firmly against Seon-woo’s lower belly. Gazing at Seon-woo’s face—tense, trembling, teeth clenched—he gave his answer.
“Yes. All the way. You took everything in.”
