“Mm.”
Han-gyeom’s hands flailed instinctively in the air. As if he couldn’t hold back, Won-hyeok rubbed their lips together deeply. When he pressed his body in closer, Han-gyeom’s body gradually tipped backward. By the time Han-gyeom’s back fully touched the sofa seat, Won-hyeok naturally cupped the back of his head so it wouldn’t hit.
Han-gyeom clutched Won-hyeok’s T-shirt so tightly with both hands that it wrinkled. He felt like if he didn’t put this much strength into it, his body would tremble helplessly. He could only squeeze his eyes shut and focus all his senses on the soft feeling of lips against his.
His head spun dizzily. Won-hyeok’s scent, rushing in full force, stole his breath. The pounding from his heart echoed so loudly it felt like he could hear it by his ears.
Then, in that moment, the sensation surrounding his lips disappeared. Han-gyeom slowly opened the eyes he had shut tight. His eyelashes trembled faintly. Filling his vision was Won-hyeok’s face, staring straight down at him.
“Did you not like it?”
“Huh? Ah, no.”
Han-gyeom quickly shook his head. There was no way he hadn’t liked it. If anything, it was so good that he’d ended up unable to think straight. It was hard to describe it with something as simple as saying it felt good.
“Then?”
“…I liked it.”
Just then, Won-hyeok’s hand gently came up to cup his face. The warmth touching his cheek was hot too. But Han-gyeom couldn’t tell whether that was because his own face was burning up, or because Won-hyeok’s warmth itself was that hot.
“Open your mouth a little.”
Even as his eyes shifted uneasily, Han-gyeom parted his lips slightly. Won-hyeok, who had fixed his gaze on the small gap between them, lowered his face again. As he gently took Han-gyeom’s lips into his mouth, he suddenly slipped his tongue in. Han-gyeom’s body jolted, trembling, and his hands tightened even more.
This was on a completely different level from before. Unlike when only their lips had been bumping together, now their tongues clung together far more messily, and their saliva began to mingle.
Even while caressing Han-gyeom’s cheek, Won-hyeok steadily pushed his tongue in and roamed freely through his mouth. There wasn’t a single place in Han-gyeom that wasn’t soft; even the inside of his mouth was simply sweet. When Won-hyeok sharpened the tip of his tongue and lightly scraped along the roof of his mouth, he could feel Han-gyeom’s body tremble slightly. He must’ve been unbelievably tense—his entire body remained stiff.
But even that stiffness was lovable right now, something he wanted to swallow whole. Won-hyeok slowly tangled up Han-gyeom’s tongue, which had been frozen in helpless uncertainty. At once, the trembling grew even stronger. Stroking his throat, he tilted his head. As the joining deepened, Won-hyeok thrust his tongue in even farther.
“Mmngh.”
A thin moan slipped out through the parted gap. As if teasing the tongue that couldn’t do anything, he traced every corner of his mouth and tangled with it wetly.
Then another moan spilled from Han-gyeom’s mouth.
“Haa…”
Won-hyeok pulled his lips away and looked down at Han-gyeom for a moment. His entire face was red. There wasn’t a single place that wasn’t tinted like a bright, fully ripened apple.
“S-sunbae. Haa, I can’t really breathe well… s-sorry.”
Won-hyeok’s gaze dipped slightly. He saw the hands clutching his T-shirt tight. Han-gyeom was gripping it so hard the fabric had wrinkled.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, so I-I’m clumsy, right? Since it’s my first time…”
First time. At that word, something inside Won-hyeok stirred at once. Right. He wanted all of it. Whether it was his first time or not, he wanted to devour the existence called Kang Han-gyeom, right here in front of him.
The moment the anxiety that Han-gyeom might be avoiding him melted away like snow, desire abruptly reared its head. He felt like he had to have Han-gyeom now. Only then did it seem like the tight, bursting pressure inside him might ease even a little.
“Han-gyeom.”
“Yes?”
“Do you want to sleep over at my place tonight?”
“Uh…”
Han-gyeom looked at Won-hyeok, then quickly turned his gaze elsewhere. What he was thinking was obvious now.
“For the record, when I say sleep over tonight—”
“Ah.”
Won-hyeok slipped his hand under Han-gyeom’s clothes and softly stroked his bare skin.
“This is what I mean.”
Soon his hand brushed Han-gyeom’s waist, then slid straight down toward his butt. Han-gyeom stared at Won-hyeok with a face that looked like it was about to burst.
“But if you don’t want to, we won’t.”
The first day they had slept together had probably been half-forced, and then Han-gyeom had also had to be held by someone caught up in rut and not in his right mind. So he must’ve been very anxious. That was why Won-hyeok wanted to give him a choice. In truth, he wanted to throw him onto the bed just like this and pound into him until he couldn’t walk, but he didn’t want to do anything that would frighten Han-gyeom.
“It’s okay. Tell me if you’re scared.”
If other people knew his real personality, probably ten out of ten would say he was scary. He knew that well enough. But there was just one person—Han-gyeom—to whom he didn’t want to be someone frightening.
Won-hyeok gently kissed Han-gyeom on the forehead. Han-gyeom, who had been clutching Won-hyeok’s clothes all this time as if they were a lifeline, slowly loosened his grip. Then he gradually wrapped his arms around Won-hyeok’s neck.
“I-I’m probably going to be really clumsy…”
“It’s okay. I’ll do everything.”
Won-hyeok placed a small kiss on his earlobe. No sooner did Han-gyeom’s small body tremble slightly than he nodded.
***
Han-gyeom knew as well. About the things people do in a relationship. If you were dating, then of course there would be skinship, and things beyond that too. Even without any dating experience, he knew at least that much.
But knowing it in his head and actually doing it himself were, once again, on completely different levels.
“Why do you keep covering yourself?”
“Ah, um… because I’m embarrassed.”
Now naked, Han-gyeom curled himself up as tightly as he could on the bed. He had never once imagined he would show his naked body to someone in his life. Much less to Won-hyeok of all people. Every time Won-hyeok’s gaze touched somewhere on him, it felt like he was being seared with fire. If someone measured his heart rate right now, it would probably show a number beyond imagination.
Won-hyeok lightly kissed Han-gyeom on the cheek, then took off his T-shirt. In the darkness his eyes had adjusted to, he could see a well-built upper body with muscle set in all the right places. Broad shoulders and firm abs too. He had expected Won-hyeok to have a good body, but seeing it like this in person, he really did look like a sculpture.
“You’re not embarrassed anymore, right?”
As if saying that since he’d taken his clothes off too, Han-gyeom shouldn’t be embarrassed, Won-hyeok pulled him into his arms and kissed various spots on his face. Han-gyeom only hugged him back in a small, flustered motion, not knowing what else to do.
Won-hyeok raised his head again and kissed him. As if trying to make use of what he had learned earlier, Han-gyeom parted his lips on his own, and Won-hyeok pushed the red flesh of his tongue right inside.
He could feel the heat of Won-hyeok’s body against his stomach. Won-hyeok slowly stroked Han-gyeom’s side, caressing his skin. Feeling how hot Won-hyeok’s hand was, Han-gyeom felt reassured all over again. It simply made him happy that Won-hyeok had become flushed with the same heat as he had.
Then a tingling sensation shot through his chest. Won-hyeok caught one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched lightly.
“Ah.”
“I’d been thinking since last time. Han-gyeom, you really respond well with your chest.”
Before he could even ask if that was true, Han-gyeom hurriedly clamped a hand over his own mouth to hold back a moan. Won-hyeok had lowered his head and taken the nipple he’d been pinching and tormenting into his mouth.
“Th-that tickles…! Mmngh…”
Won-hyeok licked around the areola, then sharpened the tip of his tongue and teased the bud. Feeling it stiffen inside his mouth, Won-hyeok put even more force into his tongue. When he fiddled with the other nipple using his hand, Han-gyeom’s body jolted several times.
Won-hyeok was completely absorbed in teasing Han-gyeom’s chest. Even though nothing came out, it was strangely sweet. It felt like he could spend all day sucking only at this chest and never get tired of it.
He tormented him so much that it wasn’t just that Han-gyeom’s nipples had risen up stiffly—everything around his chest had turned red as well. Looking with satisfaction at the marks he had left behind, Won-hyeok flicked one swollen nub with his finger.
“Ah!”
Then Han-gyeom’s underwear grew even wetter. Seeing how soaked the front had become, Won-hyeok pulled it off without hesitation. As Han-gyeom’s erect cock was revealed, Han-gyeom instinctively tried to cover himself.
“Why?”
Of course, he was stopped by Won-hyeok’s hand before he could hide it.
“I-I’m embarrassed.”
He was like a little puppy. A puppy being tormented and whimpering pitifully—that was exactly what Kang Han-gyeom was right now. The physiological tears gathered along his eyelids were more than enough to provoke Won-hyeok.
He didn’t want to scare him. He didn’t want Han-gyeom to be afraid of him. But at the same time, he also felt the urge to completely ruin that face. How pretty would that pale white-and-red face look soaked in tears?
“Sunbae…?”
Won-hyeok grabbed Han-gyeom’s legs and spread them, settling himself lower down. Then, before Han-gyeom could say anything more, he buried his face between his legs.
“Ah!”
His hard cock disappeared into Won-hyeok’s mouth. Han-gyeom lifted his head. All he could see in his field of vision was the crown of Won-hyeok’s head. He could only see his hair moving this way and that, yet that sight was unbearably stimulating.
It was embarrassing. He wanted to tell him not to do it, but there was no strength at all in his hands or body.
Seizing that opening, Won-hyeok paid no mind and began sucking Han-gyeom’s cock mercilessly. Even this was incredibly sweet. Never in his life had he imagined he would someday take someone else’s cock into his mouth. Even now, that thought hadn’t changed. But Kang Han-gyeom alone was the exception.
The reactions of Han-gyeom beneath him now, laid out under him, body twitching and letting out cute moans, filled him with a strange sense of satisfaction. He wanted to make him feel good, and at the same time torment him.
“Hah—sunbae, don’t do that! Mmngh…”
Won-hyeok buried his face in deeper. Was it because Han-gyeom’s scent, reaching him at the tip of his nose, was even stronger than usual? He was far too aroused. Even without any direct stimulation, Won-hyeok’s cock had gone rigid, swollen so tight it felt ready to burst.
Now this is what I am talking about.