⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
“Ah, mm, stop, ah, please…”
Unable to bear it, Eunseo tried to kick his legs into the air, but the restraints tugged at his wrists and he gave a pained moan and folded his knees again. Jaeheon, sucking and licking Eunseo’s underside at will with wet, slick sounds, lifted his lips away.
“Are you crying?”
“Ah, no…”
Hearing the denial, the man looking up at him buried his face between his legs again. It felt like the whole tongue had gone in. The tip of the tongue, studded with taste buds, licked a place whose depth he couldn’t even fathom. Flushed bright red, Eunseo just pulled his thighs close again.
He’d rather swallow Jaeheon’s cock himself. Not being able to breathe, his throat aching, writhing in torment — that was better. Having someone else’s flesh moving so wildly inside his body was truly horrifying… and horrifying to the point of driving him mad. He could feel his hole gaping open.
“No, no, ah, hah…”
The strength drained from his grip and his thighs slipped down; his left side, bound to his wrist, stayed fixed, but his right leg came to rest on Jaeheon’s shoulder. Trembling without realizing it from fear, Eunseo watched Jaeheon — who had been sucking as if to leave a mark on his perineum and nipping finely — give a smirk. At that flow of air, his plump-swollen cock quivered.
I want to touch it. He tried to take his cock with his relatively free right hand, but Jaeheon caught Eunseo’s wrist as it was and pinned it to the bed. And then he sucked at the tip of the cock — long past the time to come, leaking fluid now and then — and pushed the tip of his tongue into the small opening.
“Haah, ah, aah…”
He came with no strength left to even try holding back. And the whitish fluid flew up right onto Jaeheon’s face, and stuck here and there in his half-loosened hair.
“Ah, I’m sorry, what do I—…”
He should get up and bring tissues or something, but half-paralyzed, Eunseo couldn’t get his body up properly. Besides, drained from just coming, squirming on the bed was all he could manage.
“Lick it for me.”
Jaeheon roughly wiped away only what had splashed near his eyes with a finger, then climbed over him as if to cover him and hugged his thin shoulders.
Panting as he caught his breath, Eunseo stuck out his tongue the moment the semen-wet face was thrust before his eyes, and carefully began to lick. It tasted a little bitter, but he was in no state to register such things.
“You’re like a puppy.” “…Ah, I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for.”
Jaeheon, having tidied his face roughly, pulled out a few wet wipes and cleaned himself, then looked down at Eunseo lying flat. And he repeated, at will, tugging and releasing the leather straps binding Eunseo’s wrists and ankles.
“Don’t move so much, I told you.”
He really was being as careful as he could, yet Jaeheon was the one moving at his own whim. Feeling the injustice, Eunseo just bit his lip, and Jaeheon laughed low and came in with a deep kiss. When he touched under his tongue, his mouth grew wet, excessively so.
“Turn over.”
Not knowing how to turn his body, Eunseo squirmed a few times, and Jaeheon simply lifted him and set the position. A humiliating pose — face fully buried in the pillow, on his knees, both shoulders touching the floor so his hips were raised high — and before he could finish the thought, something clearly a cock touched him.
“C-condom…” “I’ve got one on.”
At Eunseo’s hurried question, full of worry, Jaeheon tossed the empty condom wrapper where Eunseo could see it. Relieved for a moment, he gripped the bedsheet, thinking of what was about to happen.
“You really want to take it, huh.”
Jaeheon, bending his waist over Eunseo’s back as if to cover it, prodded above his hole with his cock. Eunseo could feel it plainly. His hole, gone completely soft and pliant, was impatient to swallow his cock like his own throat.
The cock, playfully prodding and rubbing here and there, began to slide in slowly. Eunseo, about to moan that it hurt out of habit, widened his eyes at the insertion that came without the usual roughness, then squeezed them shut.
“Hah… it doesn’t hurt, right?” “Ah, mm…”
With his head turned to the side, he could only see the arm Jaeheon had braced on the bed. Past the beautiful hand that played the piano, he traced the texture and shape of the tensed muscle and slowly lowered his gaze along the veins.
And thump, his body shook.
“Ah! Haah…”
“Hah… fuck, it’s devouring me.”
Jaeheon’s chest touched his back. The slightly sweaty skin pressed and pulled away repeatedly, and his firm thighs, barely noticeable under clothes, struck his rear like blows. Eunseo moaned and tried to move his arms, but the leather straps only bit into his wrists — he couldn’t move them properly.
“Ugh, mm, it hurts…” “Hah… where does it hurt, hmm?” “My wrists, my wrists…”
Even if it hurt, Jaeheon wasn’t about to pull out. He moved Eunseo’s bound wrists down near his similarly bound ankles, and pressed his free right hand onto the bed by the back of it.
“Hh, ah, mm… ah, good, good, there…” “Haha, looks like you enjoy being tied up too, Senior…” “No, ah, hah…” “Your hole and your cock are both leaking.”
The hand that had been pressing the nape of Eunseo’s neck swept his lips too. At the thin saliva that came away, Jaeheon laughed again.
“Can’t even keep your mouth shut?”
He shook his head in a frenzy, but Jaeheon probably couldn’t even see it properly. As the cock slammed inside again and again, fireworks burst behind his closed eyelids. He could no longer hold back his sounds and started half-sobbing, and Jaeheon stopped for a moment and kissed along the nape of his neck and down his back. He had grown so sensitive that even that simple contact made him tremble.
He felt like he was losing his mind.
As Jaeheon rolled his hips in a circle, the cock stimulating the inside of his walls brought Eunseo to begging, please. His hips moved on their own, and his belly flattened then swelled, moving at will.
Jaeheon, looking down at the movement of his hips, pressed hard on his hollowed stomach. It felt like the cock inside was being kneaded.
“Hah, fuck.”
Jaeheon, covering Eunseo completely and putting half his weight on him, pushed his cock inside fast and hard.
A pheromone so thick it was as if something wet were pouring over his body soaked through him, to the point he could see the illusion of it. Eunseo trembled without realizing it and struggled to resist the extreme pleasure blooming from inside his body, but it was meaningless.
Without any particular stimulation, his cock spat fluid, and with it Eunseo’s inner walls moved as if wringing Jaeheon’s cock. Pressing his trembling body down further, Jaeheon moved hard enough to sound like the bed would break, then stopped abruptly.
He couldn’t bear the disappointment that no semen was coming inside. Eunseo sobbed, feeling his inner walls greedily craving his semen. The anxiety about pregnancy and the more fundamental desire to take Jaeheon’s semen collided, driving him mad.
“Ugh, ngh…”
At the sensation of the cock slowly pulling out, Eunseo cried without realizing it, moaning. The pillow was already soaked.
“Huuh…”
As he panted, still face down, swelling his chest over and over, Jaeheon easily lifted him and laid him on his back facing the ceiling. A few more tears fell, drop by drop, down his reddened eyes. With his arms wrapped around Eunseo’s back, Jaeheon kissed his eyes and cheeks.
“You cried a lot.” “Untie… this, please…”
Even as he shook his left arm in frustration, Jaeheon didn’t answer. It hurt a little, he felt like a toy, and everything felt so wretched that he cried a little more, but he didn’t even answer.
“I want to hold you…” “…Hmm?” “…I want to hold you, but I can’t.”
Eunseo laid his feelings bare. He wanted to wrap his arms around his shoulders and back. But in this state, all he could do was flounder on the bed, and that was too wretched.
“You want to hold me?”
He nodded, and Jaeheon met his eyes quietly. It was embarrassing — the crying, the words he’d said — but he didn’t want to look away. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the face that suited the words “manly yet beautiful.”
“You say such cute things.”
Smiling lightly, Jaeheon kissed his face here and there, then slipped a finger between Eunseo’s wrist and the leather strap. The skin was a little swollen and hot. When his finger touched a raw patch of skin, Eunseo stiffened without realizing it and clung to Jaeheon.
“Ah, it hurts…”
Jaeheon slowly undid the restraints. The pointless tension drained from his stiffened thighs and calves, and his body grew much easier. As Eunseo let out a long breath, Jaeheon climbed over him again. And he took Eunseo’s freed arms and pulled them so they wrapped around his shoulders and back.
“Hold me as much as you want.”
A cock — he couldn’t tell when it had gotten hard — began to enter him again. Jaeheon’s lips touched the nape of his arched neck, then bit down on a mouthful. Shuddering, Eunseo hugged Jaeheon’s back hard.
***
Click — at the feeling of something locking around his wrist, Eunseo’s eyes flew open. He thought of the restraints that had bound his wrists and ankles yesterday. Forgetting even the dull ache in his lower back, he sat bolt upright, and Jaeheon, standing beside him, tapped his still-damp hair with a towel.
“Why are you so startled.” “Ah… it’s a watch.” “Going to start wearing one now?”
This was already the third watch Jaeheon had given him. Of course, Eunseo hadn’t properly worn the first two either.
“The first was too heavy, you said you didn’t like it, and the second was the same brand as the CTO so you didn’t like it, right?” “I didn’t say I disliked them.” “You just didn’t say it.”
Heavy, same brand as the CTO… those reasons existed, but there was only one biggest reason Eunseo had left the watches Jaeheon gave him on his desk. Because he couldn’t figure out what they meant. For an instant a word he didn’t even want to imagine surfaced, but he absolutely didn’t want to dwell on it.
“Wear this to cover your wrists.”
As the cool metal band touched the soft-swollen, raw patches of skin, a cool sensation flowed in. You could have just not made something that needed covering in the first place — it was absurd, giving him something to cover the marks that so plainly showed his wrists had been bound. As Eunseo’s lips faltered, Jaeheon bit them lightly and let go.
“I’ll be checking.” “That you’re dressed too.”
Last week Jaeheon had personally dressed Eunseo in an extremely expensive-looking trench coat. Eunseo had barely glanced at the tag inside — a luxury-brand logo that was both familiar and unfamiliar — and hung the coat carefully in his small closet. Even if he tried to return it, Jaeheon wouldn’t take it, and he was afraid that saying such a thing would earn him more cruel words.
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