#73
“…Ah! Ah! …Hmph!”
My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed. My buttocks parted, revealing my naked flesh. His tongue, naturally, delved inside.
Disgust was my first reaction. But the pleasure that followed was ecstatic, enough to melt my brain. I gripped the sink, my knuckles white with the effort. I felt like I was about to fall.
“…Hmph, h-ha, hyung, no, a-ah, a-hmph, no…!”
The sticky liquid already applied inside was melting slightly from my body heat. Because of this, the slurping sound of his tongue felt even more erotic.
In the mirror, I twisted my waist, trying to endure the unbearable pleasure. I gritted my teeth, suppressing a moan, and squeezed my eyes shut. Tears welled up, tracing paths down my cheeks.
“…Ugh, hmph, ha, please, a-hyung… dirty, w-wo, h-huk…”
I pleaded, my voice laced with sobs. I didn’t even know what I was pleading for. My toes curled from the intensity. With a soft *pop*, Hyung Saheon pulled away, whispering mischievously,
“This is pink too, Cheongmyeong.”
“A-ah-huk…”
“But what did you say just now?”
Hyung Saheon, playfully, pressed his tongue to my flesh again. The prickly, sensitive sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Tears streamed down my face as I begged,
“There, dirty, don’t…”
The words “don’t do it” almost slipped out, but I swallowed them, replacing them with a stifled moan. Still, asking for more of this felt…wrong.
“What’s dirty? Why is your saliva dirty, Cheongmyeong?”
“…Hmph, hyung… don’t say that… something else, hmph…”
“Something else? What else?”
Hyung Saheon lightly kissed the small dimple on my buttock, then another, his touch lingering. I felt my eyes burning from the tears. I looked down at him, but could only see part of his knees.
I twisted slightly in his grasp. His hands easily released me. I stumbled, almost collapsing, then grabbed Hyung Saheon’s shoulders, half-kneeling as I kissed him.
Our lips met, and I awkwardly thrust my tongue into his mouth, mimicking what he had done to me.
His hands, initially hovering, naturally moved down my back. He pulled me close with one arm, gently cupping the back of my head with the other.
The chill of the bathroom floor vanished in the warmth of our kiss. He pulled away with a light sound, a smile playing on his lips.
“You like this better?”
“Yes… I like it.”
I worried it was too little, too late to seem proactive. I shyly pecked his lips again. As I slowly pulled away, cautiously watching him, Hyung Saheon closed his eyes and sighed.
“Why are you acting so cute today? Are you trying to kill your hyung?”
My face flushed. I needed to seem competent and proactive, not just cute. A more radical thought struck me: Had Hyung Saheon gotten a girlfriend because I wasn’t more than just the kid next door? The worry gnawed at me.
“Hyung, I, I’ll do it.”
A low chuckle. My ears burned. I caught sight of his erection. He leaned against the door, a clear invitation.
I braced my hands on his hips, as if I were the one initiating. Unlike the shy pecks before, I began to trail kisses down his neck, mimicking his actions. A soft moan escaped him.
Emboldened by his reaction, I gently sucked on his neck. When I pulled away, I saw a mark similar to the ones on my chest and inner thighs.
I stared at the red mark, like a bug bite, then kissed it again, sucking gently. Hyung Saheon moaned softly, his voice husky.
“…If you do that there… it’ll show.”
“…Ah, sorry.”
I quickly pulled away. But the mark was already there. I lightly rubbed it, like I was trying to erase it, then awkwardly lowered my hand when I heard him chuckle.
“Just do it.”
“Just do it?”
I asked cautiously, then, hearing his low laugh, I moved more deliberately than before. I nibbled on his neck, then his collarbone, where the marks were darker. I hesitated before sucking on his nipple; it felt wrong.
When I hesitated, his large hand covered the back of my head. I lowered myself as he gently guided me. His erect dick loomed before me. I carefully took the tip into my mouth.
I opened my mouth wide, taking him deeper. My jaw ached. Instinctively, I feared he’d push it down my throat like before.
I looked up at him. His downcast eyes and the long, drawn-out way he suppressed a moan were incredibly sensual. I tried my best to keep my teeth relaxed, moving my head slowly up and down.
“…Ah… Hoo…”
A long breath, as if he were holding something back. I took him deeper, almost to my uvula. My throat felt like it would spasm, but I held back the cough, continuing the slow rhythm.
“Cheongmyeong.”
Wet fingers tangled in my damp hair. I quickened my pace, then, before he could say anything, slowed down as if I disliked it, continuing the motion.
“Ah, ah… baby, damn it, ha…”
He rubbed his dry eyes, then pushed his wet hair back. I took him deep again, then coughed, pulling back. The sound echoed loudly in the bathroom.
I coughed until tears welled up, wiping them roughly on my sleeve. I returned to the position, taking his dick in my left hand. A worried voice came from above.
“You can stop.”
“No, I want to…”
My voice was choked with the lingering cough. Hyung Saheon slightly furrowed his brow. I quickly lowered my head, taking him in my mouth again. His dick, slick with my saliva, tasted strange.
“Lee Cheongmyeong.”
His voice was stern. It was already too large to comfortably hold, but I sucked him like a sweet treat, my cheeks puffed out. His hand reached the back of my head. My shoulders tensed, fearing he’d shove it down my throat.
“Cheongmyeong, look at me.”
But his voice was gentle. His hand gently ruffled my hair. I finally pulled him out, my mouth tingling with saliva. I remained kneeling, looking up at him.
“What’s wrong?”
Hyung Saheon, only after meeting my gaze, gently stroked my hair. His tender touch made me feel suddenly heartbroken. I pressed my lips together, slowly shaking my head.
“Really? Then why are you suddenly like this, Cheongmyeong?”
His question was gentle, as always. But a pang of hurt struck me. I was leaning towards the conclusion that he got a girlfriend because I was boring in bed.
I was the one who liked him first. Again, I’d lost my place beside him. But there was one difference this time: the thought that we could still be intimate.
The fear I’d pushed aside – the fear of being involved in something illicit – crept back. I shook my head, denying it, then slowly answered.
“Nothing… just… hyung…”
My voice cracked. I cleared my throat, pushing back tears. I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
“…I like you too much…”
I liked Hyung Saheon too much. I liked him so much that even knowing our relationship was akin to an affair, I tried to seduce him. If I became good at sex, maybe I’d have a chance. Maybe his kindness wasn’t universal, maybe it was something special he had for me. The miserable thought lingered.
“I like doing it with hyung… I wanted to…”
I mumbled, finishing my sentence. I furrowed my brow, trying to hold back my tears, my face etched with desperation. In a way, it was fortunate.
His large hands cupped my cheeks. Warmth spread through me. He gently squeezed my cheeks, then whispered impatiently,
“Really?”
He asked again, as if gauging my sincerity. I nodded. After a long sigh, he answered firmly, reassuringly.
“I like Cheongmyeong too.”
He pulled me close. Hyung Saheon showered me with kisses. As I received his sweet kisses, I belatedly came to my senses, lightly moving my hips to stimulate his erection. He groaned impatiently.
As I’d learned before, I rotated my hips, closing my eyes and reaching back to grasp his dick. Large and firm, it barely fit in my hand. I struggled to position his glans at my entrance, but as expected, it didn’t go smoothly.
“I’m going crazy, really.”
His hand, which had been holding my cheeks, moved down my neck, across my back, and to my hips, guiding the penetration.
His glans parted my flesh, slowly entering. I moaned, embracing his dick. The familiar yet thrilling pleasure spread like watercolor on wet paper.
“Ah, ah-hmph… hmph…”
“The bathroom isn’t soundproof.”
“…Ugh, hyung… that, ah!”
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Once he was fully inside, I felt my insides stretch. I squeezed my eyes shut, wrapping my legs around his waist as he instructed. He held me firmly, then lifted me.
The sensation of being lifted and lowered made me cry out, tightening my legs around his waist. His dick, already inside, plunged deeper. My thighs trembled as I pleaded,
“Hyung, hyung, this, it’s too deep… ah-hmph, ha-uh!”
He took a step, pushing his dick even deeper. But our destination wasn’t far. As soon as we left the bathroom, he pinned me to the bed, thrusting deeply inside.
“Ah! Ah-hmph, hyung, ah-hmph!”
After several forceful thrusts, he slowed down. His movements against my sensitive spot elicited a pained moan. He moved slowly, asking,
“What’s really wrong, Imungmung?”
I hummed in response, tightening my legs around his waist. Hyung Saheon sighed softly, then moved inside me with the rhythm and intensity I preferred.
“Ah, ah-hmph, yes, uh…”
“Are you going to worry your hyung?”
“No-o, hmph, ugh!”
His slow, deliberate thrusts were more stimulating than his forceful ones. His dick relentlessly targeted my most sensitive areas.
“When did you make this?”
A sudden, nonsensical question. I looked up at him, my vision blurry from the movement. His face was indistinct.
His finger brushed against my nipple. He pointed to a red mark, identical to the ones on his neck, but showing the passage of time. Overwhelmed by the sensation, I tried to recall the memory, answering carefully.
“Hmph, hmph, before…”
“Before when?”
“Hyung, when you were…like a pervert…”
Saheon hyung burst into laughter. The low rumble of his laughter was pleasant to hear. He even stopped moving for a moment, letting out chuckles.
“You thought of me like that?”
“Ugh!”
Without warning, his dick entered deep inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body twisting at the overwhelmingly white pleasure.
“When did you make this one?”
This time, it was a red mark near my collarbone. Lost in the white-hot pleasure Hyung was inflicting, I let out a cry that was half moan.
“Ah, ah, uh, ha! Slowly, ah, ni… more, do it… ugh!”
“When did I do it?”
“In the car, uh, h-huh!”
“Then this one.”
Saheon hyung seemed intent on questioning the origin of every red mark on my body. Marks faded by time, and others as fresh and bright red as if just made, were scattered all over me.
“I-I don’t… know, ha, uh, ugh!”
A sweet kiss followed. He slowed his pace again, moving at the rhythm I liked, probing my insides. It was so sweet it felt like I might cry. The pleasure surged with each movement, intertwined with the long kiss.
“Right. To the point where you don’t even know? Hyung made them all, right?”
“Yes, huh, ha-huh!”
“That’s right. Hmm… then you should tell Hyung anytime, right?”
The sentence felt illogical, but it didn’t matter. The sensation was so intense it made me want to run away. I curled my toes, tightening myself around him. His thrusts became more insistent. I instinctively tried to move my hips, but then squeezed my eyes shut and nodded instead.
“Ah, ha-ugh, yes, ha, ah! Ah!”
The mounting pleasure exploded. After several more thrusts, I blankly watched as Saheon hyung also reached his climax.
Regret followed the pleasure. The realization of what I’d done and my situation hit me, and the heat in my eyes welled into tears. The overwhelming feeling of doing this because I loved Hyung so much turned into bitter tears that streamed down my face.
“Wait. Are you crying, you?”
Saheon hyung, hastily wiping away the lingering satisfaction, asked urgently. Looking flustered, he withdrew, moving closer to me. But once the tears started, they wouldn’t stop easily.
How many people should I have to sleep with? to become this skilled? Had I lost my favorite position again? Was I doing something against my conscience, something I had to do to maintain this deep relationship with Hyung? But despite the prickling guilt, my heart had already decided that even this kind of relationship with Hyung was good.
“Why are you crying? Why are you crying? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you telling Hyung…”
“I love you… Hyung, I love you so much…”
I sobbed, clinging to Hyung. My face was undoubtedly a mess of tears and snot, but I couldn’t bring myself to care, letting out heartbreaking sobs like a winter between sixteen and seventeen. Saheon hyung seemed bewildered by my sudden confession and tears.
