Even so, to pick a person up and move them that way… Eunha, who had been rolling his eyes as if dumbfounded, soon softened his eyebrows as if deflating. He was weak to smiling faces, and also tended to be weak to people younger than him. He was also weak to kind people… The man before his eyes was a figure who possessed all of that. The one who made him helpless at any time without fail.
It was a dim room where the only light came seeping in from the living room. Casting shadows to make the view even darker, Yeonjun climbed on top. Leaving a brief kiss on the corner of his mouth, he fiddled with the area around his waist. Soon, hands naturally slipped inside, parting his top. As bare skin rubbed against the slightly rough texture of his fingers, a prickling sensation spread.
When he lifted his head slightly as if to shake off the goosebumps, the lips that had been touching his mouth in small touches moved down to his jawline. Burrowing into the nape of his neck, they began to weakly suck at his skin. Along with the pleasant stimulation, a moan scratched at his throat. Feeling himself swelling below from the endless shivers, Eunha rubbed his cheek against the sheets. While unknowingly having the desire-filled thought that he wished he would just loosen him up roughly and put it in.
However, regrettably, the foreplay continued quite long after that. Yeonjun seemed to have no intention of inserting whatsoever. The proof was that he only sucked and touched every corner of Eunha’s body like melting ice cream. While rolling around on the bed repeating kisses and caresses, before they knew it, clothes had been peeled off one layer, two layers, leaving only underwear. When was it that he asked to be taught what to do? Having reached the point where his head was about to boil from having his whole body bitten and sucked as he pleased, Eunha had to shake his head and release the strength in his throat when his nipple was held in those wet lips.
“Hng…”
“Hyung.”
“Mm…”
“Are you okay?”
Because he was moving his mouth against his chest, it all returned as stimulation. What was he asking if was okay? When he nodded his head indiscriminately, along with a deflating laugh, his nipple began to be sucked in earnest. Rolling and sucking one side with his tongue while touching and flicking the other side with his fingers.
His sexual desire had been at critical levels for quite a while now. For Eunha, who was sensitive by nature and easily reacted to stimulation, there wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t arduous. It was even more so in that he’d never had experience with foreplay dragged out this long.
Eunha, who had been making sobbing sounds as he was caressed, eventually couldn’t endure it at some point and urgently stretched out both hands. He caught Yeonjun’s cheeks with his palms like a flower calyx and swiftly pulled him forward.
Yeonjun, who was obediently pulled over and raised his head, turned his innocent eyes to Eunha. His lips all glistening with saliva.
“Jun-ah.”
“…”
Calling him by taking only the last syllable of his three-character name was a nickname that Yeonjun’s close people used to call him. After coincidentally learning that, he’d tried calling him that once and immediately witnessed a gaze that shot toward him along with earlobes that flared up. Yeonjun particularly liked it when Eunha called him that.
Sure enough, the moment he called calmly, the dark eyes faintly rippled. Eunha thought the cheeks slightly crushed by being pressed against his palms were a bit funny and cute, then finally opened his mouth as if surrendering.
“You can stop now, so just put it in.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Mm.”
Rather, it’s the opposite—while he hesitated to say it, a definitive response came back as if he already knew.
What kind of answer is that, when he stared at him, the eyes he faced curved slightly in the darkness. It seemed like a different light briefly flashed within them.
“Because you seem to like it.”
“…I don’t really like it…”
It was words spat out like stubbornness. I prefer just putting it in. I don’t usually do this kind of thing… He omitted the latter words that were closer to his true feelings.
Yeonjun tilted his head to the side like someone confused, then lowered his head again. He took the entire areola that was already swollen and began to suck as if inhaling. Please. Eunha squeezed her legs tightly together. Like a natural progression, he could feel the man’s member swollen as if about to burst from the lower body pressed close.
Despite that, despite being erect to the limit, Yeonjun truly sucked at his chest with persistent tenacity. Not only that.
“Here… don’t you like it when I do this?”
“No. No. Hah… I like it. Because I like it…”
“Because you like it?”
“I don’t know, I’m telling you. I don’t know, this kind of thing. I’m not good at it either…”
Why does he keep asking that? He was at the point of wanting to ask instead. There had been countless people who touched and sucked his chest, but this was the first person to cling this excessively beyond what was necessary.
First time.
Unfamiliar acts.
That fact itself was somehow accompanied by a feeling of choking up. That’s why he hated it so much. And kept wondering why he was doing this…
“Don’t do this kind of thing, just…”
“Do you hate it?”
Rather than hating it, it was more that he didn’t feel the necessity. Eunha always kept foreplay brief. Just as much as necessary. Just enough for his body to heat up appropriately and for insertion to be manageable.
Or just as much as an excited partner wanted to do things their own way.
That’s why it was hard to endure. Because, that is, the current situation seemed like it wasn’t being done because he wanted to do it, but rather as if it was an act precisely for this side.
Had he read that feeling? Yeonjun suddenly pulled back his head and turned his gaze to Eunha. Eunha, who had his head buried in the sheets as if from panting, only rolled his eyes to the side and looked at Yeonjun as if glaring.
Because the corners of his eyes were all reddened like that, Yeonjun swallowed dry saliva. He put strength in his jaw once, then released it.
“You seem to think it’s unnecessary.”
“…”
“Am I the strange one, or are you the strange one, hyung?”
It was a tone of pure curiosity. Eunha turned his gaze to an irrelevant place.
That would be, probably…
If we had to get into it, it would be me.
Feeling a bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue again, Eunha turned his head. He buried one side of his face deeply into the sheets again.
Yeonjun smiled with slightly wrinkled corners of his eyes outside Eunha’s field of vision. With subtle emotions held in his eyes.
And he brought his hand to Eunha’s underwear. As he lowered the drawers wet with pre-cum, Eunha covered his eyes long with his arm and flinched his shoulders.
He didn’t know why he suddenly felt like hiding. As he said, it was truly a belated feeling. What was this even? What even was this kind of thing?
Certainly, the beginning seemed to have been poking at him teasingly with half a mischievous heart…
While Eunha was being fussy with all sorts of emotions like that. Large hands captured and gripped his member. At the lightly transmitted pressure, his body, which had become sensitive to the limit, twisted sharply. But what truly made Eunha struggle was something else.
Yeonjun, who had been rubbing and stroking the somewhat wet member, lowered his head just like that. Without hesitation, in an instant, the object was swallowed into the hot mouth. Eunha, whose eyes widened at the sensation of the damp mucous membrane, half-raised his body as if sitting up and hurriedly grabbed Yeonjun’s hair.
“Wait, wai— hah.”
