Chapter 70
Tae-geon grasped the bud tightly in his hand, eliciting a sharp cry from Hyeon-woo, “Ah!” A tiny, undeveloped nipple was nestled within his chest.
Tae-geon relentlessly tormented this immature bud, pressing his lips firmly against it before sucking with intense force. Despite his best efforts, no milk emerged.
Tae-geon’s fingers, unsatisfied, tantalizingly traced Hyeon-woo’s buttocks, tailbone, and spine.
With every brush against these sensitive areas, Hyeon-woo’s body, trapped between Tae-geon’s legs, flinched as if electrocuted. A crushed mass of flesh from Hyeon-woo’s hand plopped to the floor.
Tae-geon seized Hyeon-woo’s arm, swiftly licking from the juice-soaked elbow to the wrist. His tongue explored every inch between Hyeon-woo’s fingers, not missing a single piece of the fruit-like flesh. An intense desire to bite and swallow Hyeon-woo’s soft flesh like a peach surged within him.
Even after every drop of juice had vanished into Tae-geon’s mouth, leaving nothing on Hyeon-woo’s body, Tae-geon, like someone who had lost their sense of taste, continued to suck on Hyeon-woo’s fingers, savoring their lingering sweetness with breathless intensity.
Tae-geon reached for a peach on a tray. He firmly gripped it, then rubbed it against Hyeon-woo’s body as if applying lotion. He smeared it back and forth, like washing Hyeon-woo with a shower puff, the juicy flesh leaving wet sounds as it smudged across his skin.
The juice flowed downwards, creating rivulets that moistened Hyeon-woo’s pubic hair and pooled in the deep valley of his inner thighs. The same happened on his back; the peach juice flowed down his spine, soaking into the cleft of his buttocks. Drops of juice that had clung precariously to Hyeon-woo’s scrotum finally fell to the floor.
Hyeon-woo, coated in sweet juice, was before him. Tae-geon, his eyes bloodshot, began to lick him thoroughly.
It felt like being devoured alive by a ferocious beast. Hyeon-woo squeezed his eyes shut. Tae-geon methodically licked from Hyeon-woo’s inner arm, across his chest, ribs, and lower abdomen, nibbling gently before finally taking the remaining peach flesh from his skin and swallowing it.
Tae-geon had silently descended from the chair, kneeling on the floor, his head buried near Hyeon-woo’s core, panting heavily. His sharp, straight nose gradually moved towards a more intimate area. Hyeon-woo’s shaft brushed against Tae-geon’s nose. Tae-geon’s mouth swiftly enveloped the tip of the dick.
“Haak!”
Hyeon-woo, swaying, steadied himself against the edge of the table behind him. His pale hands trembled violently.
Don’t feel it.
Don’t feel it.
Hyeon-woo frantically shook his head, repeating the words in his mind.
Don’t feel it.
Tae-geon’s sharp tongue probed Hyeon-woo’s urethral opening, then grazed the slender corona.
“Euhk.”
As the engorged dick began to harden, Tae-geon swallowed the tip down his throat.
“Aaah!”
Hyeon-woo’s upper body collapsed halfway onto the table. Tae-geon’s warm, wet throat enveloped his dick, a satisfying feeling. Tae-geon, having swallowed half of Hyeon-woo’s glans, pretended to swallow. Each time, his throat constricted as if to sever Hyeon-woo’s shaft.
Tae-geon grasped Hyeon-woo’s supple scrotum, rolling it like a marble in his hand, then inserted the glans into his throat and began to bob his head.
“Heoek…!”
Crimson fireworks exploded before his eyes. An overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed Hyeon-woo.
…Why… why….
He loathed his body for succumbing so easily. As Tae-geon had said, it was a vulgar, wanton body.
Not even during his heat cycle, with a child in his belly, why, why, why was I…!
Tae-geon, licking the base of the dick, tightened his mouth and rapidly pumped Hyeon-woo’s shaft. Tae-geon’s teeth scraped against the sensitive area, and Hyeon-woo, his upper body now completely on the table, let out a series of unbearable moans.
“A-ah! …Heuek!! …Eung!”
Tae-geon tasted Hyeon-woo’s pre-cum as it seeped out, then spat out the dick just before climax. The engorged dick, glistening with saliva, stood erect as if aiming for Tae-geon’s forehead, who was kneeling on his knees.
Like drinking water from a fountain at a schoolyard, Tae-geon placed his chin under Hyeon-woo’s dick and took the glans into his mouth. He swallowed both in one go, then parted them with his tongue, rolling them around like candy.
“Heo-eok.”
Tae-geon restrained Hyeon-woo’s thrashing legs, continuing his actions. The soft skin surrounding the testicles clung to Tae-geon’s mouth like chewy rice cakes. Hyeon-woo gasped for breath, his limbs trembling.
No.
Please. Stop.
Don’t feel it.
I don’t want to feel it.
Tears streamed down his closed eyes. Tae-geon’s fingers, kneading Hyeon-woo’s scrotum, rubbed his perineum before delving deeper into the tight passage. Hyeon-woo’s hole, slick with sweet juice, made a squelching sound each time Tae-geon’s fingers touched and withdrew, conveying a sensual feeling.
Tae-geon stood up. He reached behind Hyeon-woo, whose upper body was now completely on the table, lifting one of his knees. Hyeon-woo’s buttocks parted, revealing his anus. Tae-geon’s finger scraped along the crease, causing Hyeon-woo’s entire body to tense.
“…Hoo.”
Tae-geon’s chest heaved violently.
“Hyeon-woo.”
Tae-geon exhaled a hot breath, his gaze almost pleading. Tae-geon’s fingers, which seemed poised to ruthlessly penetrate, only hovered around Hyeon-woo’s entrance, refusing to enter. Tae-geon called out to Hyeon-woo again.
Hyeon-woo.
Hyeon-woo.
“I’ll insert it, okay?”
His voice was almost desperate, as if seeking permission.
“Let me.”
Hyeon-woo opened his eyes and looked at Tae-geon. Tae-geon, his eyes bloodshot and his brow furrowed, was panting. Hyeon-woo looked at him with a puzzled expression, unable to understand Tae-geon’s sudden change in behavior.
“If I say no, you won’t, right?”
……
There was no answer. It wasn’t a question that demanded one.
Hyeon-woo stared blankly at the ceiling before speaking again.
“…Regardless of my answer, you’ll do what you want, right?”
Just like you always have.
Hyeon-woo closed his eyes again, as if surrendering to everything.
After a while, the sound of the front door violently opening and closing was heard. Followed by the fading sound of a car’s engine, Hyeon-woo opened his eyes. He realized Tae-geon had left. He hadn’t penetrated him in the end, for some inexplicable reason.
Hyeon-woo got off the table, finished the remaining peaches, and cleaned his sticky body. He put on Tae-geon’s shirt from the closet and lay down on the bed.
Tae-geon didn’t return home that day. And from that day on, he never again violated him or tried to force himself on him.
*
Hyeon-woo rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up, roused by a hand shaking his shoulder.
Tae-geon offered him a seed-filled hotteok (a Korean pancake), leaving Hyeon-woo speechless. The peaches, the sushi, the mangoes, the walnut cookies, and now this seed-filled hotteok—all the things that had plagued Hyeon-woo’s mind for days, making him crave them intensely.
He had only eaten one, his first and last, during a high school field trip to Busan. Why was he craving it so much? He must have tossed and turned in his sleep, dreaming of seed-filled hotteok. And now, there it was, right in front of him.
He had a terrible experience after readily eating the peaches, so he hesitated to accept anything from Tae-geon, but in the end, he couldn’t resist and devoured them all.
It looked and tasted exactly like the hotteok he had eaten back then. Tae-geon had been the one who had secretly snuck out of their accommodation after lights-out, following Hyeon-woo to a restaurant he’d found online.
Did he go all the way to Busan to buy this? How did he know I wanted this?
…Did I maybe talk in my sleep?
After quickly eating three seed-filled hotteoks, Tae-geon brought two more, freshly cooked. Hyeon-woo ate those as well and lay back down on the bed.
He wanted to confirm something.
After counting to a thousand under the covers, Hyeon-woo mumbled in a tiny voice. Tae-geon, who had been keenly listening, quickly approached the bed from the kitchen, where he had been cleaning up. Hyeon-woo felt the covers lift slightly. He could clearly sense Tae-geon listening intently to his voice.
“…American… omelet… room… service….”
Hyeon-woo mumbled, pretending to toss and turn, then turned his back to Tae-geon. The covers were pulled back up to his chin. The rustling sound of someone putting on a coat was followed by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Soon, the sound of a car engine starting up gradually faded into the distance. Hyeon-woo sat up, throwing back the covers.
A lie…!
He stared blankly at the front door, a dumbfounded expression on his face.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
