“You won’t refuse, will you?”
The heat of the hot palm and the air whose very density had changed tightened around his throat. Han Jaeheon, who’d waited a moment, swallowed his lips whole just like that. At the violent sexual desire that flashed for an instant in the eyes feigning tenderness, Eunseo ended up closing his eyes.
***
Eunseo was buried in the plush bedding. On top of him Han Jaeheon — heavier and bigger than expected — pinned him down, his mouth completely sealed so he couldn’t even make a whimpering sound.
“Mm, mmph…”
The sleek tip of the tongue swept the roof of his mouth, went out, then drove back inside. As he frantically sucked the tongue filling his small mouth, Han Jaeheon laughed in his throat. And opening his mouth more urgently, he touched his tongue to the smooth gums and the slightly rough roof of the mouth, and finally every corner under the tongue. From the continued stimulation, the inside of Eunseo’s mouth grew beyond damp to slippery.
“Your mouth is small.”
“Ah… no…”
“Well, your face is small too — your mouth couldn’t be big, could it?”
Laughing low, Jaeheon pressed a light kiss to his lips, mwah. A light kiss carrying on the aftertaste of those kisses that had been so deep they’d been almost like penetration — and Eunseo found this harder to believe than when Jaeheon had kissed him like a lawless brute. Lying side by side like lovers, pulled in tight until his back curved, held close, kisses raining lovingly over his face — none of it felt real.
“Why are you trembling like this?”
Maybe because his head hadn’t completely snapped the way it had three years ago, Eunseo just kept feeling afraid. What on earth was he doing right now, how would Jaeheon change by tomorrow morning, what would become of the two of them, whether he really had to go report to the ethics office tomorrow…. Dozens of worries surfaced, and unable to bear a single one of them, he squeezed his eyes shut.
“I’m asking you.”
“…I don’t know.”
“Are you scared?”
“Of what?”
Jaeheon stroked Eunseo’s back softly. At the sensation of the hot palm passing over him, Eunseo’s shoulders trembled without his meaning them to, and the big hand tugged at the hem of his shirt until his white shoulder was bared. And like branding him, Jaeheon set his lips down on it.
“Your body’s cold.”
Jaeheon climbed back on top and took Eunseo’s t-shirt by the hem, pulling it off him just like that.
And taking the hand of Eunseo, who was blankly watching the wad of cloth fly, he brought it to his own chest.
Eunseo looked up, wondering what it meant, and Jaeheon opened his mouth with a very boyish smile.
“Undo the buttons, please.”
“…Ah.”
“I’ll touch you too.”
With trembling fingertips he barely managed to undo two buttons, but Eunseo couldn’t even get a proper grip on the third — because Jaeheon’s hand, which had been roaming around his shoulders and chest, had gone on to pull down his pants and underwear.
“Ah, wait….”
“Buttons.”
Grabbing the startled hand that tried to cover below and putting it back on his shirt, Jaeheon took hold of Eunseo’s cock. Fingertips with neatly trimmed nails slowly stroked the already slick-wet cock and the part leading to his hole.
“Hh, ngh… stop….”
“We’re just getting started.”
“Do-don’t touch, ngh, mm, ah, no, ah….”
A wet fingertip dug into his hole. Eunseo, who had been fumbling his fingers over the shirt, ripped every one of Jaeheon’s shirt buttons off without meaning to, pop-pop. He stared blankly at a button that flew and bounced twice on the floor, then said in a trembling voice.
“See, I… told you to stop….”
It hadn’t been on purpose, but Jaeheon’s shirt flaps fluttered, completely undone. In that instant Eunseo clearly saw something feral settle into Jaeheon’s eyes, which had been feigning tenderness. Shrugging the shirt off with rough movements, Jaeheon straddled the rigid-with-tension Eunseo and undid his buckle.
“Sunbae.”
He took the chin of Eunseo, who couldn’t even answer with the ominous premonition.
“Open your mouth for me, will you?”
“My… mouth…?”
“I’ll give you something delicious.”
While Eunseo was dazedly wondering what the delicious thing was, Jaeheon’s fingers went into his mouth. They scraped and rummaged inside him quite roughly, and the moment he opened his mouth a little wider from the pain, something touched his lips — slightly bitter but with a head-spinning scent — and then it rammed straight inside.
“Your mouth’s fucking tiny.”
“Euh, mmph…”
“It’s okay, swallow a little more, that’s it.”
The cock that had struck his uvula in one go pulled out a little, then rammed in again. With his mouth completely blocked so he couldn’t even make a sound, Eunseo barely managed to lift a hand and push at Jaeheon’s lower belly, but the thing, hard as stone, didn’t budge, let alone get pushed.
But he could feel it himself. Every time the cock pressing down his tongue roughly ravaged his mouth at random, his own cock grew harder, and he was somehow opening his throat wider to swallow more. As if his wet backside weren’t enough, feeling like fluid would start flowing, Eunseo clenched his hole without meaning to.
“Ha… fuck, you suck so damn well.”
“Hh….”
“Have you sucked Jin Seunghu’s too?”
At the sudden appearance of that name, Eunseo wanted to answer no, wanted to lift his head, but with his mouth blocked he couldn’t do anything. And no sooner had the words ended than the cock drove in as if to plug his throat shut. It hurt, and he felt like he’d pass out from lack of air, but at the pheromone scent wetting his mouth, Eunseo bit down deeper on the cock without meaning to.
“That’s it, hah… does it taste good?”
Jaeheon’s palm stroked his wet face. Tears from the physical pain had already soaked his temples and cheeks. When more fluid streamed out, Jaeheon slipped his cock out of Eunseo’s mouth. Coughing a few times, kek-kek, as the mix of saliva and precum went down wrong, Eunseo still gazed at the withdrawn cock with a little regret.
The cock, hard as it could possibly get, was raging enough to slap up against his firm lower belly. Unable to believe that thing had been inside his mouth, Eunseo stared for a moment with horror mixed in, and Jaeheon fiddled with Eunseo’s damp lips a few times, then stripped off his clothes completely and pulled him into an embrace.
The cock, beyond hard, like stone, slowly rubbed over Eunseo’s hole, and soon, with his cock pushed fully between his legs, Jaeheon barely moved. Flinching his shoulders as he waited for what would come next, Eunseo felt puzzled, but slowly melted into the body heat enveloping him.
With their chests touching and shoulders overlapping, he couldn’t help but rest his cheek against Jaeheon’s nape. Breathing out hot breaths, Eunseo let slip his feelings about this situation like a sigh.
“…This is weird.”
It would be better if he just did it mercilessly like that time, without letting him come even once — Eunseo couldn’t understand why Jaeheon was acting like this. But that memory was Eunseo’s alone. That night, of which Jaeheon had not a shred of memory. So Eunseo had no choice but to choose silence. When he grew a little sullen, Jaeheon gave a small laugh and said, pressing a kiss to Eunseo’s damp eyes.
“You’re cute.”
“…What?”
“Your face is small, your mouth is tiny, your hole is small.”
“And your cock is pretty too.”
Jaeheon whispered, biting Eunseo’s earlobe. Tooth marks stayed in the soft flesh. At the déjà-vu-like words Eunseo’s shoulders stiffened slightly, but soon a flush rose from under his skin again and the settled atmosphere grew charged. As pheromones seeped out once more, Eunseo felt his pulse quicken — so loud he feared it might be heard.
Jaeheon, who had been quietly watching Eunseo, kissed him softly again. It’s too strange — Eunseo doubted Jaeheon’s utterly unpredictable attitude, but every time the sensitive tip of his tongue touched, tiny fireworks burst against the backdrop of his half-closed eyelids and stole his mind completely.
Gathering up Eunseo’s melting, dripping body, Jaeheon only poked and prodded Eunseo’s hole with his glans. Each time, Eunseo’s shoulders trembled and he only repeated clutching Jaeheon’s shoulders — fingertips going white — and letting go. Then, unable to bear it, he rubbed his hot eyes against Jaeheon’s nape, groaning, pressing his body closer. And without meaning to, he ended up showing signs of begging.
“Hm?”
“Inside….”
“Inside?”
“Hhngh, it’s, itchy….”
“I tried to scratch it for you earlier and you didn’t like it.”
“Ah, I don’t not like it.”
Unable to bear it, Eunseo slipped his own hand between his legs, but Jaeheon wouldn’t even allow that. He pulled the hand back out and seized both his wrists in one hand.
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Jaeheon only watched Eunseo’s shameless display of rubbing his cock against his thigh, not laying a single hand below his waist. He just touched each shoulder blade whenever Eunseo’s squirming bared them, stroked his belly going hollow with tension, and when Eunseo writhed with impatience, left only the marks of his lips on his shoulders and chest.
“You’re cruel….”
If he wasn’t going to do it for him, he could at least let him take care of it himself — but as if that too were not allowed, Jaeheon still kept his wrists gripped tight. Eunseo even shook his body and twisted his arms, but it was no use. No matter that they said there wasn’t much difference between an alpha and other traits, physically at least, the alpha side held a slight edge.
“Why, hheup, why….”
“Ah, cute.”
Jaeheon was acting like he was insane. No — he’d always been insane, but now even more so. Angry and miserable that nothing went his way, Eunseo soaked the pillow with dripping tears. Jaeheon, who had been quietly watching, pressed his lips to the tear tracks and sucked them up with a smack, then kissed Eunseo’s face here and there.
“How did you end up looking like this?”
At Jaeheon’s incomprehensible remark, Eunseo, who had been crying miserably, stopped abruptly. Did he mean his crying face was too ugly? Even if they’d seen everything of each other, he didn’t want to be treated like that. He’d barely cried a few times in his life — he couldn’t understand why he kept crying like this in front of Jaeheon.
“Stop crying, I’ll put it in.”
Letting go of his wrists, which had grown hot from being held, Jaeheon moved up over him. A hand that had slowly stroked down from Eunseo’s thighs gripped behind his knees and pushed them up. Though the muddied mess between his legs was exposed, Eunseo couldn’t even think of covering it. The gaze boring into him as if to pierce through felt like shackles binding all his limbs.
The childish confession he’d blurted out when cornered came to mind. That absurd confession — like digging a pit, covering himself with dirt, and lying down in it. The handcuffs and shackles he’d bound himself with and handed over felt vivid, as if real.
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