Chapter 95
He was determined to seduce him today and accept everything he had to offer until the very end.
Eun-hwi didn’t forget Dr. Hong’s advice to subtly show a disheveled appearance, and quietly licked his upper lip with his tongue.
Without rubbing the dull heat rising in his lower abdomen against his robust lower body, or gently scratching his calves with his toes to stimulate him.
He barely suppressed the urge to hug and kiss him right away, waiting for his reaction.
“Haa…”
Yeo Moon-beom, who had been wearing a languid smile, let out a suppressed breath as if he couldn’t take it anymore. At the same time, his lowered eyelids covered his pupils, which were dyed with desire and shone brightly.
…Was I being too cautious?
Judging by his stiff expression, it seemed he had failed to seduce him again. The impatient half-dokkaebi tried to flirt again in polite language, like the game they had played during the day.
With earnestness in his voice. As actively as possible.
“I, um, want to eat Mister’s dick with my butt hole. Please let me eat it. Please?”
“…Ha. Fucking hell.”
Yeo Moon-beom, who had been closing his eyes, glared and spat out a rough curse. Eun-hwi instinctively flinched at the fierce look in his upturned eyes.
“Open your mouth.”
“…Huh?”
“I said open your mouth.”
It seemed his seduction had finally worked. The half-dokkaebi, who had been momentarily frightened, couldn’t hide his joy at having succeeded, and obediently opened his lips and stuck out his tongue slightly as he was told. Long, dense eyelashes fluttered, casting shadows over his golden eyes.
“…Eup?”
He thought his soft lips, filled with hot heat, would touch soon, but what penetrated the gap was fingers that were a joint longer than his own.
Surprised, Eun-hwi unconsciously pulled his head back. Then, Yeo Moon-beom, who fixed his chin with his thumb to prevent him from moving, pressed down hard on the center of his tongue with his index and middle fingers.
“What? You want to eat Mister’s dick with your butt hole?”
“Uh? Uh-huh.”
Eun-hwi nodded, looking at the thick blood vessels that had risen sharply on his temples. Yeo Moon-beom snorted in disbelief at the half-dokkaebi’s bewildered expression, still not understanding the situation.
“I’ve been wondering. Saying things like ‘fuck me’ or ‘I want to suck it.’ Our baby. Do you even know what that means? Huh?”
“Thaat’s, I, waant too, maate, wiith, Yeoo, Beom,…”
His mouth was full of saliva, making it difficult to answer properly. The saliva he couldn’t swallow flowed down his fingers.
“Mating when you can’t even have babies.”
“Buut, if, Yeoo Beom, iss, neext, too mee, my, pee, pee, geets, haard, and, I, caan’t, heeelp, it.”
When he wasn’t next to him, his chest ached as if it would tear apart, and when he was next to him, the depths of his lower abdomen ached as if it were knotted.
He knew the overwhelming sense of fulfillment that came from overlapping each other’s bodies and sharing body heat, the exhilaration of the sensation of penetrating his flesh so surprisingly hot, and the satisfaction of the eyes that contained only him, so he could no longer remain still like before when he knew nothing.
He didn’t want to be separated from him for even a moment with their skin touching. He wanted to be loved. He wanted to confirm that he was being loved through the language of the body.
The half-dokkaebi lifted one leg and wrapped it around Yeo Moon-beom’s leg. He tightened his ankle as if tying a knot and sucked and sucked on the finger in his mouth. The thick, rough finger was instantly soaked with saliva.
“Fucking hell.”
Yeo Moon-beom, who frowned and chewed out curses between his teeth, pushed aside the blanket he had been covering with his other hand. Then, he slapped the exposed buttocks with his palm.
Slap!
“To think I’d see a dokkaebi so crazy about sex.”
Slap!
“Did I not use enough force?”
Even though he didn’t apply much force, reddish handprints appeared on the round, raised white buttocks.
However, it was a touch that stimulated his senses rather than hurt. Eun-hwi swallowed a groan below his throat and licked his finger with his tongue.
“So, you, haate, it?”
“How could I hate it? You’re so fucking horny that I want to spank you with my dick.”
Slap!
He slapped his butt one more time. He didn’t know why he felt better, even though the stinging pain should have made him frown. As he met his turbid, glistening eyes, a spine-chilling, eerie pleasure arose.
“I don’t have the mind to get a condom or lube.”
A low, sticky voice echoed from above his head. He moved his finger back and forth, then pushed it in again, rubbing the soft mucous membrane inside his cheek, and continued, unable to hide his excitement.
“If you don’t want to get hurt, try to get wet.”
As soon as permission was granted, the half-dokkaebi pursed his lips and began to suck on the finger that was slowly repeating its advance and retreat.
He rubbed his tongue over the smooth, neat fingernail, and when he thought he had licked it all, he swallowed it a little more and scratched the protruding joint with his teeth. When his tongue was crushed by the fingertips groping inside, he made his cheeks hollow and deeply sucked in the entire finger.
Gulp.
His jaw, which had been open all the time, was stiff to below his ears, so he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with his finger in his mouth. The sound of the saliva passing over with the movement of his undulating Adam’s apple echoed clearly in the quiet room.
“Heh.”
A laugh leaked out between his curved lips. Yeo Moon-beom, who twisted his wrist to turn the direction of his finger, bent his joint and gently scratched the bumpy roof of his mouth.
“Ugh…”
The sensation of brushing against it was strange, simply to say it was ticklish. His throat narrowed on its own, and his breath, which had been holding back in tension, flowed out.
“I thought you were only good at sucking dicks.”
Eun-hwi’s hazy gaze turned to Yeo Moon-beom. His terribly low voice was particularly suggestive.
“You suck on fingers so deliciously, too.”
Unlike his smiling lips, his eyes, which had been fixed and staring, drew a soft arc.
Was he in a good mood?
Just as the question arose, his finger suddenly came in so deeply that it seemed to touch his uvula. The merciless poking that dug into the root of his tongue made his head spin and his vision turn white.
“Haa…!”
“Is this your erogenous zone, baby?”
“…Hng, hng-eup, aah.”
“You flinched when I shoved my dick in there, too, didn’t you?”
Yeo Moon-beom poked the inside of his palate. In the midst of feeling like he was about to cough, Eun-hwi’s body was full of heat, and he reddened his eyes and cheeks, tightening and loosening his tangled legs. Every time the hard finger stirred inside his mouth, his lower body became hot.
“I, doon’t… I, doon’t knoow.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? Water’s been pouring out of your dick every time I touch it.”
The hand that had been teasing his tongue and mouth for a long time finally came out. As soon as the stimulation that had been applied disappeared, the half-dokkaebi finally realized that he had been endlessly rubbing his swollen dick against his touching thighs.
He saw the pants stained with seminal fluid. He hadn’t even kissed yet, but he felt a little embarrassed by the sensitivity that had risen as high as it could. He tried to pull his body away right away, but this time, he put strength into his tangled legs and grabbed Eun-hwi’s dick in his hand.
“It’s already peeled back.”
“…Uh, huh?”
“Look at this. The foreskin is peeled back even though I didn’t peel it back with my hand.”
“Oh…? It’s true. The inside is out.”
“Amazing. Our Eun-hwi. You even know how to peel it back on your own. Anyway, you’re a little rascal who’s completely turned on, even though you’re still a kid.”
He had been told that he had to practice peeling back the foreskin every day without fail in order to become a true adult.
Whether it was because his body recovered so quickly, or because he was so turned on as he said, it peeled back on its own without any pain.
He had finally become the adult he had been hoping for. Nevertheless, Eun-hwi, who wasn’t very happy, asked Yeo Moon-beom with a sullen expression.
“Then you’re not going to peel it back for me anymore?”
“There’s no need to peel it back any more unless it’s too tight and hurts.”
“But this might only happen today, and it might not peel back next time. Can’t Yeo Moon-beom keep peeling it back for me?”
He wouldn’t be able to seduce him and have sex every time. So, he wanted to borrow his hand under the pretext of peeling back the foreskin and play the game that made him feel good every day. He couldn’t lose the precious time he had gained. He needed a little more grace period.
“I don’t know. What should I do?”
Yeo Moon-beom narrowed his eyes as if he found the obvious trickery quite amusing, and looked at the smooth glans like the skin of a newborn baby.
“What do you mean, what should I do? You have to peel it back tomorrow, too. I’m not an adult yet. I’m a baby!”
“You said you weren’t a baby at other times.”
“I am, a baby?”
The half-dokkaebi resented the foreskin that had been peeled back without consulting him, and took his hand, which he had forcibly removed from his dick, to the back of his waist. He had licked it carefully with his tongue and made it wet, so he couldn’t just leave it alone.
“Yeo Moon-beom. My butt hurts more than my dick.”
The hand, soaked with saliva, headed between the buttocks that had been opened by his small, white hand. The sensation of his flesh being dug up just by the fingertips brushing against the skin exposed to the air made his breath catch in his throat.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to quickly embrace what he had and fall into the sea of pleasure that was rushing in like a huge tsunami. Eun-hwi pleaded with Yeo Moon-beom in a trembling voice.
“Please touch my hole quickly.”
It was the moment when he pulled his hand down as close to the hole as possible.
“…Heup?”
His whole body was lifted up in a flash, and then he was turned upside down. Along with the sensation of his fingers digging into the inside, opening his wrinkled entrance, the soft, moist flesh touched his glans.
Soon, the front of his pants, which were trapped and swollen as if they would burst, was reflected in Eun-hwi’s eyes. It was the last position in the book that Dr. Hong had given him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
