“I hate the strange feeling.”
“Ah. You hate that.”
“Yes, can’t we not do that?”
“No, we can’t.”
“…What?”
At the utterly firm answer, Jin Surim asked back with a dumbfounded face. However, Song Hanyeong, far from explaining, lowered his head again and bit his neck.
“Hiit…!”
At the same time, Song Hanyeong undid Surim’s belt. His already erect member sprang out, soaked in precum. Surim reflexively tried to pull his hips back, but Song Hanyeong was faster in grasping his member.
“N-no….”
The words of fierce resistance crumbled like a moan at the end. At the same time, Surim, who had curled his body, ejaculated. The sticky semen that shot out from the tip of his wet member splattered on Surim and Song Hanyeong’s chins and chests and dripped down.
Song Hanyeong, who hadn’t even drunk a single sip of blood, slowly raised his body and looked down at the semen on his suit, then traced it with his fingertips and stretched it stickily between his thumb and index finger. Surim’s cheeks flushed hot.
Song Hanyeong tilted his head toward Surim, who couldn’t say anything.
“Jin Surim-ssi, are you a premature ejaculator?”
“N-no I’m not!”
Surim reacted fiercely, but Song Hanyeong’s face didn’t look convinced.
“That’s why I said I didn’t want to….”
At the accusation filled with injustice, Song Hanyeong chuckled.
“I think it’s true though.”
“I said no….”
“Yes, I understand.”
When Surim muttered and glared, Song Hanyeong readily answered and began to take off his clothes. As he threw off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, the skin inside was gradually revealed. A distinct collarbone below his firm neck, and below that, a chest with bulging muscles.
Surim blankly admired the strip show unfolding right before his eyes.
“Surim-ssi, are you a pervert?”
“What? No! Why would I be a pervert?”
“Then if you’re not a pervert, did you get hard watching me take off my clothes?”
Startled, Surim looked down and covered his crotch with both hands. It was true. The member that had ejaculated just moments ago was already getting hard.
It was inevitable. Even though he’d ejaculated once, the tingling sensation under his skin remained. The pleasure that surged when Song Hanyeong drank blood didn’t just stop because he’d finished eating.
So naturally it was already sensitive, and he was taking off his clothes in front of him, so wasn’t it natural?
Surim glared at Song Hanyeong with a dissatisfied face, then was startled by the handsome face and turned his gaze away. A strange sensuality flowed from the face that had sunk more languidly than usual.
As he was avoiding his gaze like that, Song Hanyeong threw off his shirt and reached for Surim’s shirt. Surim grabbed the top of it with his left hand and asked in bewilderment.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking off your clothes.”
“Wh-why?”
“Then are you going to go home with semen on your clothes?”
“No….”
Surim obediently lowered his hand. When he let Song Hanyeong do as he pleased, his clothes were stripped off in an instant. Surim’s clothes were also thrown where Song Hanyeong’s clothes had fallen.
Shouldn’t they send them to the cleaners? They’ll get wrinkled if left like that. While he was concerned about the shirt, Song Hanyeong lowered his belt and took out his member. Surim only realized what had happened after feeling something wet hit the back of his hand.
“Wh-why are you taking that out?”
“Surim-ssi has yours out too.”
“I didn’t do that myself…!”
Song Hanyeong, who had been looking at Surim making excuses every time he poked him as if amused, forcibly removed Surim’s hand and grasped both members in one hand. The two wet members rubbed against each other.
“Hak…!”
Shocked eyes alternated between looking down and at Song Hanyeong. What could be so surprising and shocking? Song Hanyeong snorted briefly and began moving the members in his hand as if masturbating.
“Wai— no, why…. Manager, Manager-niiim….”
“Yes, speak.”
“Blood, aren’t you drinking blood?”
“I’ll eat more in a bit.”
“Why again in a bit!”
Surim, who had shouted out loud, flinched and trembled, twisting his waist. Precum poured out from the tip of Surim’s member.
“I’ll get indigestion if I eat in a hurry.”
“That’s a liieee…!”
“Yes, it’s a lie.”
Surim stared at Song Hanyeong with his mouth hanging open.
“Mm, huu….”
However, what flowed from that mouth wasn’t words of reproach or blame but moans filled with pleasure. Every time Surim opened his mouth to say something, Song Hanyeong squeezed his grip on the members and stroked them up and down.
“Hu… huu….”
Surim, who had been panting with hot breath and trembling while trying not to cling to Song Hanyeong, finally crumbled. Surim embraced Song Hanyeong’s neck again and leaned his forehead on his shoulder. The beaded sweat rubbed thickly on the firm shoulder.
“Manager-nim….”
“Yes.”
“I, today we’re not doing that….”
“What do you mean?”
“That, that thing…. Hut!”
“Say it properly.”
“With my mouth, biting….”
“Ah. You mean sucking cock.”
At the explicit language, Surim banged his forehead against Song Hanyeong’s shoulder. At the incredibly cute protest, Song Hanyeong let out a low laugh.
“Sure.”
“…Really?”
“Yes, you don’t have to suck today.”
“…This is strange.”
Surim looked at Song Hanyeong with suspicious eyes, but he didn’t add anything. Strangely his heart felt anxious, and at the same time his chest tightened a little for no reason.
To say he didn’t want to do it and then feel hurt when the other person didn’t want it either—he wasn’t a child.
Surim closed his mouth and leaned his cheek on Song Hanyeong’s shoulder. When he twisted his head to look up, a sharply carved jawline came into view.
In fact, he himself didn’t know what he wanted to do. He wanted this man, but was also afraid to get too close; he knew such acts accompanied giving blood and wanted to willingly give blood, but didn’t want to do too much. But it also seemed like he didn’t want to do nothing.
‘What do I want to do with this man?’
Surim quietly exhaled hot breath and closed his eyes. Then all his nerves focused on the sensation between his legs, on his member being stimulated while trapped between the man’s cock and grip.
The thoughts he’d been having flew away. Surim embraced the man’s neck with trembling hands and exhaled a groan-like breath.
“Huu….”
Song Hanyeong slowly looked over such a Surim. Beaded sweat gathered at his temples and dripped down. A few strands of damp hair stuck to his cheek. The shadow cast beneath his closed eyes was poignant.
Song Hanyeong, who had been listing out such observations one by one, suddenly thought that if possible, he wanted to swallow Jin Surim whole, bit by bit. There was no other reason. Just looking at his small nose tip, round shoulders, reddish nipples made thirst surge.
Jin Surim was truly an appetizing human. No food eaten at any famous restaurant, no blood pack said to have a special taste had captivated him like this.
Song Hanyeong impulsively buried his face in Jin Surim’s hair. The hair damp with sweat should have been unpleasant, but strangely it smelled good.
It was a refreshing scent like pine trees on a rainy day. Who else besides himself had smelled this body scent? The question that suddenly surged sank with a sneer. There was no way the man whose first kiss was with him had ever been close to anyone else.
Song Hanyeong grabbed the back of Surim’s neck to raise it and sank his teeth into that neck again. Jin Surim, who had been trembling, made a half-sobbing sound and embraced his head. He quite liked how he didn’t know what to do with the pleasure from bloodsucking and the pleasure directly hitting his member mixing together.
When he rubbed the two members together with force, Jin Surim began sniffling while jerking his waist. Song Hanyeong raised his head and looked at Jin Surim’s face dripping with tears. His heart strangely stirred at the pitifully soaked eyelashes blinking, the utterly pitiful sight.
“Why, why did it suddenly get bigger…. Ah, wait, ah, aah!”
Song Hanyeong licked up Surim’s eye area with his tongue while roughly and quickly stroking up the members. The hard members bumped and rubbed against each other.
“No, I, I think I’m already going to…. Ah, huu…!”
“It’s okay.”
Not even knowing what was okay, Surim thought maybe so. And the next moment, both their members climaxed simultaneously.
“Ah, it hurts…. Hk….”
Surim, whose glans had been roughly scraped at the end, pleaded while trembling his thighs. Both their chests and stomachs were a mess with semen. They were so wetly soaked it was impossible to tell whose semen was whose.
Song Hanyeong stripped Surim naked in an instant and placed him on the bed. And while the flustered Surim crawled up toward the headboard trying to cover himself with the blanket, he also became completely naked.
“Where are you trying to go?”
“Hng….”
When he grabbed his ankle and pulled, Surim, whose upper body collapsed from it, was dragged down. Jin Surim, not even knowing what to be afraid of, looked back with only his buttocks raised.
Surim reached his hand back as if trying to hide his member that had gone limp from ejaculation. Because of that, Song Hanyeong could be certain that Surim truly knew nothing at all about sexual intercourse between men.
Suddenly his head became hot. Song Hanyeong growled lowly and squeezed Surim’s buttocks hard.
