Even though all his awareness seemed centered on his cock, the nerves in his thighs were just as sharply awake, twitching with tension. He hadn’t known before that something as simple as a gentle stroke along his thigh could trigger such piercing sensitivity.
He couldn’t tell—was it because Tae Woon was that skilled, or was it just because it was Tae Woon? The desire he’d secretly savored for so long was now real, crashing into him with such force that it felt like it was shaking him to his very soul.
“Hnngh… ugh, ah…”
Kim Sibaek let out shallow breaths, eyes drifting downward. Unlike back on the sofa, where he’d been blindfolded, this time Tae Woon’s figure—sprawled out on the bed—was fully visible. Even his lowered lashes were vivid in detail.
His naturally pale lips were flushed from friction, wet and glossy with saliva. Between those parted lips, something was being eagerly swallowed—part of Sibaek’s own body. Despite the shame he’d felt the first time he came in Tae Woon’s mouth, now, just a little stimulation had him rock-hard again.
The lewd, squelching sounds of mixed fluids echoed wetly in his ears—from Tae Woon’s tongue, his mouth, his own cock. Every time that tongue moved, it sent sharp jolts straight through him.
Tae Woon tilted his head slightly as he swallowed the pulsing cock in his mouth. The new angle made Sibaek moan aloud, his voice rising without control. He could see the way Tae Woon’s cheek bulged, like he had a piece of candy in his mouth—caused by the tip of his cock pressing hard against the roof. He could feel how it curved, how Tae Woon’s tongue pressed up against the shaft with just the right amount of friction. It was so vivid, it felt like he could see what was happening inside his mouth.
The visual stimulation he hadn’t experienced back when his eyes were covered now poured directly into his senses, overwhelming him. Tae Woon must’ve noticed his gaze—he glanced up and gave a teasing smile. Then, with a clear intent to show off, he slowly took Sibaek’s cock even deeper into his throat.
“W-Wait, that’s—too deep—hnngh! Ah!”
It pushed in so far it felt like it was scraping his soft palate and nudging the back of his throat. The raw, unfiltered sensation was dizzying. Overcome by the heat and pressure, Sibaek could do nothing but moan.
He felt Tae Woon’s teeth graze the base. Just as a flicker of worry crossed his mind—Can he even breathe like that?—Tae Woon’s throat squeezed tight around him. Even the sensation of hot, wet flesh rubbing against him was already enough to drive him insane, but now even the tip was being compressed—and the rush to his head was blinding.
He’d promised himself he’d hold back this time. That resolve shattered instantly. Fingers tangled in Tae Woon’s hair, Sibaek groaned uncontrollably.
“Hah—ugh—I’m gonna—nnngh…”
He cried out, trying to warn him, but Tae Woon didn’t so much as flinch. If anything, he tightened his throat and moved his lips like he wanted it.
Reason told him not to come in Tae Woon’s mouth again. Instinct screamed to let go—to dive headfirst into the pleasure. In the end, his hand clenched hard in Tae Woon’s hair.
“A-Ah! Wait! Hyung—hold on!”
Tae Woon had stubbornly refused to let go, but when Sibaek tugged sharply at his hair, he finally released him. As his lips pulled away, a thin string of fluid still connected them—and in that moment, something just as humiliating as before happened again.
A thick burst of semen splashed across Tae Woon’s face.
“…….”
Unlike the first time, this was a different kind of shock. Sibaek’s face went ghost white. Tae Woon, meanwhile, blinked, a little dazed, before breaking into a satisfied grin and licking the drops from his lips.
“Was that on purpose, Hyung? Trying something new—like a special reward?”
“N-No… I…”
Sibaek’s fingers were still tangled in Tae Woon’s hair, trembling. His cum had landed on those long lashes he always found so beautiful.
Tae Woon didn’t seem fazed. He casually wiped the thick semen trailing down his nose and cheek with a finger—then licked it clean. The stark red of his lips stood out as he sucked his own fingers, and Sibaek, staring dumbfounded, felt heat flood his face.
“W-Why would you eat it?!”
Tae Woon tilted his head with a confused expression, like Sibaek had just asked the dumbest question ever.
“Why do you like putting glass noodles in beef bone soup?”
“…Because it tastes good?”
“Same reason. I eat it because I think it tastes good.”
“That’s not the same—it’s not food…!”
Sibaek, visibly flustered, instinctively reached into Tae Woon’s mouth to make him spit it out. But Tae Woon just bit down softly and sucked on his fingers—snapping his thoughts back into focus.
“It’s really good, though. Want to try?”
“W-Wha…?”
Even though he’d regained his senses, he was still too confused to catch the implication in time.
And by the time he realized it, Tae Woon’s lips were already on his.
“Mmm… ngh…”
That soft, wet tongue slipped through his parted lips, wrapping around his own. Their tongues twisted together, sticky sounds echoing between them as saliva mingled—and along with it, the taste of what was left in Tae Woon’s mouth seeped into Sibaek’s.
It couldn’t have been much, just traces—but the briny, musky flavor spread through his mouth all at once. The vivid taste of something he’d never thought he’d experience—not someone else’s, but his own.
Sibaek instinctively furrowed his brow but then, realizing Tae Woon still had the taste in his mouth, pressed his tongue in harder, trying to wipe it clean. Whether Tae Woon caught on or not, a soft chuckle vibrated in his throat.
“…It doesn’t taste good.”
Even after all that deep kissing, his verdict didn’t change. But the smile tugging at the corner of Tae Woon’s lips only deepened.
“You know, Hyung… Even if I lost my sight, I’d still be able to recognize you from a distance. That’s how attuned all my senses are—completely open, but only to you.”
Sight.
Tae Woon said the word and looked at Sibaek, drinking in every inch of his face with his eyes.
Smell.
He buried his nose in the crook of Sibaek’s neck, inhaling the scent clinging to his skin.
Touch.
He traced the lines of his features with slow fingers, committing them to memory.
Hearing.
He focused on the rise and fall of Sibaek’s breathing, taking in each uneven gasp, each trembling exhale.
Taste.
He licked a bead of sweat that had rolled down Sibaek’s cheek in the heat of passion.
“I’m finding more ways to feel you, Hyung. And you have no idea how happy that makes me.”
On any other occasion, that might’ve come off as a deeply moving confession. But given that it came right after swallowing his cum, Kim Sibaek found himself feeling… strangely conflicted. I mean, if someone says stuff like that right after eating that—wouldn’t most people just call it perverted?
For the first time in a long while, Kim Sibaek attempted to assess Tae Woon with some measure of objectivity. But even then, his brain was still frolicking through a field of flowers, offering up convenient rationalizations instead of logic.
No, the issue wasn’t that Tae Woon was a pervert. The real problem was a world that had isolated a hormonally raging teenager and denied him any proper outlet to explore or resolve his desires. It wasn’t his boy who was in the wrong—it was the world that had done him dirty.
After a few deep breaths, Sibaek carefully opened his mouth.
“Woonie… then would you let me… feel you, too?”
He let his eyes dip lower, subtly trailing between Tae Woon’s legs as the younger man hovered above him. He couldn’t just let the world turn this poor kid into a lonely pervert—not on his watch. Granted, the sheer size of that thing gave him pause. Was that even meant to go in someone’s mouth? But once it was in… well, they’d figure it out.
For Sibaek, it was a decision made with quiet resolve.
But Tae Woon’s expression turned serious in an instant.
“Are you trying to turn me into a piece of garbage?”
“…What?”
“Come on. Think about it. Coming in someone’s mouth and making them swallow it—if that doesn’t qualify as trash behavior, what does?”
Okay, technically, he wasn’t wrong.
Still stunned, Sibaek slowly nodded. But then a thought struck him like lightning.
Wait a minute.
By Tae Woon’s logic, didn’t that mean he—the one who had done exactly that—was already trash?
“So you’re saying I’m trash?”
“Objectively speaking? Yeah.”
“……”
Without a word, Sibaek reached out and grabbed both of Tae Woon’s cheeks, pulling them wide like taffy. Tae Woon let out a pained whine but didn’t resist in the slightest. If anything, he looked amused. And as Sibaek stared at that smiling face, another thought floated back into his mind.
“Of course, me liking you—that was in the past.”
Tae Woon had once said his feelings were long gone. But here he was now, claiming all five of his senses were tuned to Sibaek and Sibaek alone.
So what was the truth behind this boy’s heart?
Back when Sibaek had misunderstood Tae Woon’s feelings, it had been nothing but a burden. But now… now he knew. He knew the weight of the loneliness this boy had carried for so long. He saw it—how deeply, how desperately Tae Woon pursued his desires, how vividly those desires reflected his own.
And now, in this moment—what about himself?
Sibaek hesitated, unsure if this question would stir up emotions that neither of them were ready for. But in the end, he quietly let the words slip out.
“Woonie… are you really saying you don’t love me?”
