As Han-gyeom squeezed his eyes shut and took the cock into his mouth, Won-hyeok buried his face in his large hand. As if he’d somehow already sensed what was coming.
“Mmph.”
And in that instant, a hot, slick liquid splattered right against the corner of Han-gyeom’s mouth. Before Won-hyeok’s cock had even properly gone into Han-gyeom’s mouth, he came just like that. The semen that shot out forcefully wet the corner of Han-gyeom’s mouth and smeared across his face too, which made him squeeze his eyes shut because he couldn’t open them.
“Y-you came!”
But right now, Han-gyeom was more thrilled that he’d succeeded than concerned about the semen on his face, and he cried out in delight.
“Ah, seriously, you…….”
Letting out an irritated groan, Won-hyeok grabbed Han-gyeom’s face and yanked him closer.
“Don’t open your eyes. Got it?”
“Yes.”
Won-hyeok quickly snatched several tissues from the side table by the bed. Holding Han-gyeom’s face as he remained awkwardly bent over between his legs, he started rubbing and wiping his face with the tissues as if he were scrubbing laundry.
Seriously, it wasn’t like he was some premature ejaculator—this was the first time in his life he’d ever come this fast. No, more than that, wasn’t it only natural he’d be startled when someone who’d only been clumsily jerking him off with his hand suddenly put his mouth on him without any warning at all?
Could it be he’d already done even blowjobs often enough to be used to them too? Then just how many other guys’ dicks had those small, pretty lips wrapped around? In that instant, Won-hyeok was seized by the urge to wipe out every last dick-bearing creature in this world.
“S-sunbae, mmph…… that kind of hurts a little…….”
“Ah, right. Sorry.”
Without meaning to, Won-hyeok had rubbed Han-gyeom’s face too hard. He carefully checked Han-gyeom’s face again to see whether any of the semen he’d sprayed was still left. Just then, he noticed some still beaded at the right corner of his mouth, so he reached for one more tissue—but then, out of nowhere, Han-gyeom ran his tongue over his lips and licked up the last remaining drop of semen.
“…….”
The tissue slipped from Won-hyeok’s hand and fluttered down to the floor. The sight seemed to pass in slow motion. And not long after, Won-hyeok’s cock hardened again and sprang right back up.
“Sunbae, it got hard again.”
“You……! Why would you lick that up? That’s disgusting!”
Like the one who farted getting angry, Won-hyeok was the one whose cock had gotten hard, yet he was the one shouting. Who could’ve guessed that the sight of that cloudy liquid disappearing into his mouth together with that red tongue would be this dangerously obscene?
“Huh? Ah, I just did it unconsciously…… but it’s not disgusting at all! It came from your body, sunbae.”
Hehe, when Han-gyeom smiled brightly, Won-hyeok’s mind just about went blank. Where on earth had he learned to say things like that, and from whom? Had he really swallowed someone else’s cum with that foolishly cute face? As anger surged up in him, absurdly enough, Won-hyeok’s cock throbbed even harder.
Han-gyeom stared fixedly at Won-hyeok’s as if he found it fascinating.
“You’re healthy.”
“Hm, enough of that. Just lie down and go to sleep.”
All at once, Won-hyeok wondered what exactly he was even doing. Just because Han-gyeom said he was used to it, he’d lost his head and had a kid like him try to get his semen out. He hadn’t meant to, but he’d even come on the kid’s face. Maybe because he’d already come once, a wave of cold reality finally hit him, and this time he really intended to just go finish himself off alone in the bathroom.
“A-are you okay?”
“Yeah. Hurry up and sleep.”
Then something caught Won-hyeok’s eye. Han-gyeom was sitting with his knees bent and legs together, twisting his body a little awkwardly. Come to think of it, his face looked much redder than before too.
Won-hyeok slowly lowered his gaze. The skin of Han-gyeom’s chest, visible where the loose collar of his oversized T-shirt had fallen open, was especially flushed. Won-hyeok’s dark, sticky gaze landed on the pink nipple faintly visible inside. Without realizing it, he reached out and lightly brushed it, and Han-gyeom’s body jerked.
“Uht……!”
At the small yelp that slipped out, Han-gyeom curled up even more.
“H-how can you suddenly touch me like that…….”
Apparently embarrassed, Han-gyeom crawled under the blanket as if trying to hide. The thread of reason Won-hyeok had barely managed to catch and tie back together started wavering dangerously again. Han-gyeom might not realize it, but Won-hyeok’s pheromones were thick throughout the room right now.
“Han-gyeom, are you hard?”
“……No.”
Han-gyeom turned toward the wall and tightly pulled the blanket up over himself all the way to the top of his head. Sensing the brief hesitation before that denial, Won-hyeok stopped himself from going to the bathroom and moved closer to Han-gyeom instead.
“Show me.”
“Huh?”
“Hurry.”
When Won-hyeok grabbed the blanket and tried to pull it down, Han-gyeom fought desperately to stop him. The way he insisted he couldn’t, that he wasn’t hard, sounded pitiful—and that too gave Won-hyeok a strange kind of stimulation.
“Ugh…….”
Han-gyeom couldn’t beat Won-hyeok by strength. To begin with, they were built differently, and Han-gyeom had also drunk quite a bit earlier, so there was no way he could use his strength properly. In the end, the blanket was snatched away by Won-hyeok. The moment he yanked it down, Han-gyeom was revealed lying on his side, covering the space between his legs with his hand and squeezing his eyes shut.
“So fucking cute, shit.”
Then, this time, instead of the blanket, Won-hyeok grabbed Han-gyeom’s hand and pulled it away. Beneath his face, red as a tomato, the front of the borrowed sweatpants was visibly raised. The instant he confirmed it, Won-hyeok’s hips twitched. He’d almost come again like some pathetic quick-shot bastard.
“When you do something like that with s-someone you like, your body c-can’t help reacting.”
Han-gyeom started explaining that it was just an unavoidable bodily response, but the sight of him curled up and whimpering was exactly like a small animal, and it almost made Won-hyeok come again.
“You were disgusted, right? I’m sorry.”
Come to think of it, Kang Han-gyeom likes him. Enough that his body reacted this honestly. So then, wouldn’t it be okay to touch him?
Won-hyeok reached out, grabbed Han-gyeom’s sweatpants—underwear included—and pulled them straight down in one go. Since the waist was so loose to begin with, the pants slid all the way down to Han-gyeom’s ankles without resistance.
“S-sunbae……!”
“Han-gyeom. Want to get off together?”
“T-together?”
“Yeah.”
With darkened eyes, Won-hyeok lay down beside him while persistently teasing the space between Han-gyeom’s legs. When Han-gyeom unconsciously tried to turn toward him, Won-hyeok stopped him.
“Face the wall.”
“Huh?”
“Just lift your leg a little. That’s it.”
Lifting Han-gyeom’s thin, almost delicate leg that had hardly any flesh on it, Won-hyeok slid his own veined cock into the space between his thighs.
“Uhn.”
“Ah, fuck.”
Won-hyeok’s cock slid over Han-gyeom’s balls and jutted out forward, overlapping with Han-gyeom’s own as if they had been lined up exactly. Won-hyeok brought Han-gyeom’s legs back together. As the flesh pressed in and closed around him, that subtle pressure made Won-hyeok bite his lip hard. Could even skin really be this soft?
“Sunbae, th-this is…….”
“I’ll take care of everything, so just keep your legs tight, okay?”
At the coaxing tone, Han-gyeom silently nodded. Since he ducked his head deeply, maybe out of embarrassment, the pale line of his neck flickered enticingly in Won-hyeok’s eyes. Without hesitating, he ran his tongue up it, and Han-gyeom’s body trembled. Won-hyeok didn’t stop there and began slowly moving his hips.
Won-hyeok’s cock moved back and forth, dragging in a thick, sticky rub against Han-gyeom’s shaft. Before long, the space between Han-gyeom’s thighs was drenched messily with pre-cum.
“Mmnh.”
The more he moved, the more faithfully Han-gyeom responded. Watching every single one of those reactions, Won-hyeok slowly moved his hips. He wasn’t inside him, but the stimulation was fierce enough that it hardly felt any different. By now, Won-hyeok was moving purely on instinct.
He kept pressing kisses all over Han-gyeom’s neck, slipped his hand inside his clothes, pinched one nipple between his fingers, and tugged. The small bud reacted, steadily growing harder.
“Hngh. M-my chest hurts…… ah!”
“Fuck…….”
When he pinched his nipple, Han-gyeom twisted his squeezed-together legs and curled in on himself. Because of that, the cocks trapped between them were stimulated even more. The head of Won-hyeok’s cock twitched, spilling out even more pre-cum. The wet sounds filling the room immediately grew louder.
Won-hyeok’s thrusting grew faster. He fully grabbed Han-gyeom’s round ass and hips and started grinding hard, driving his hips up into him.
“Hngh, sunbaae…… uht!”
“Fuck, even his ass looks like something I want to eat.”
As Won-hyeok gripped Han-gyeom’s ass almost like he was pinching it hard, a moan soaked in pain and pleasure burst from Han-gyeom’s mouth.
“Ah, Han-gyeom…… Han-gyeom, haah…….”
Now pressing their bodies flush together, Won-hyeok grabbed both cocks in one hand and pumped them like crazy. As he stimulated the shafts hard enough to hurt a little, Han-gyeom twisted his body back and forth.
“Ahh…… f-feels good. Mmngh…… sunbae, your hand feels good.”
“It feels good?”
“Mmh, y-yeah. It feels good. Hngh…….”
Each time Han-gyeom nodded hard, his sweat-damp hair fluttered.
“Han-gyeom, look at me. Yeah?”
“Mmh…….”
Han-gyeom turned his head slightly and met Won-hyeok’s eyes. The tears gathered at the corners of his reddened eyes looked pitiable. The sight of him crying in his grasp, above and below, felt impossibly full, impossibly satisfying. The moans spilling from his slightly parted lips, the way he no longer even tried to hold them back and instead unraveled inside Won-hyeok’s arms—at last, Won-hyeok came.
“Nngh…… haah…….”
And not long after, Han-gyeom came too.
“Sunbae, I…… I’m s-sleepy.”
Han-gyeom, who had been slowly savoring the afterglow of orgasm, blinked lazily a few times, then soon went limp on the bed. For a long while, Won-hyeok just kept looking at Han-gyeom’s face as he fell fast asleep with his eyes tightly shut.
And as he did, he kept thinking about how good it would feel in a completely different way if he shoved his cock directly inside him, kneading his ass until it turned red.
***
Morning came. Had there ever been a time when the feeling of light slipping through the curtains and settling over his face had seemed pleasant? Won-hyeok opened his eyes with an unusually relaxed expression. There had really only been a handful of times in his life when he’d woken up this refreshed.
Naturally, Won-hyeok reached out to the spot beside him and groped around. The hand searching for his boyfriend, whom he’d let sleep here last night, was fairly gentle—but before long, his face turned cold.
Won-hyeok shot upright and flung the blanket back, but Han-gyeom wasn’t there. Won-hyeok hurriedly got out of bed and threw open the bedroom door.
“Kang Han-gyeom!”
But no answer came back. His voice echoed through the large house and then disappeared on its own into the empty space.
“Ha.”
Letting out an irritated sigh, Won-hyeok went back into the room and roughly grabbed his phone. He was about to call Han-gyeom when he saw that a text message had already come from him.
