3.
A room with darkness clinging to it. Sunjo knew the structure of the pitch-black room completely. Therefore, walking toward this level of darkness was nothing to him. He quietly approached the bed with familiar steps.
A body bulging up on the mattress. The face with eyes closed without movement was white as a corpse. The soft blanket wrapped around the broad shoulders like a cocoon, but if you lifted one side, it would come undone easily. Two hours had passed since Cheon Jaerim had thrown him only a riddle and gone into the room alone. This amount of time would be more than enough for Cheon Jaerim to fall asleep.
Sunjo fiddled with the edge of the blanket while observing his sleeping face. His face had matured more than when they first met. Unlike himself, who was still asked for ID when buying alcohol at convenience stores. The sharp nose and chin, the deep-set eyebrow bones that cast shadows when he lowered his head—they were uniform and prominent like a carefully crafted wax figure.
Sunjo didn’t know a clever method. He hadn’t learned a wiser way than this. Before he could figure out a better method, when he behaved this way, Cheon Jaerim quickly became softer.
He threw his hesitation behind him and squirmed his way into the blanket. The place he settled was between the guy’s legs. As always. Like a bird making a nest.
Sunjo’s slender build looked petite only when next to Cheon Jaerim. Especially since he was curled up between his legs, his size appeared even more diminutive.
I was the one who did wrong first.
I was the one who didn’t keep the promise first.
When he approached with this mindset, the action became easier. The touch of one who’d made up his mind was unhesitating. Sunjo, just like that time long ago on a dark night, and as he’d also done occasionally since then, stealthily lowered the lower half of the soundly sleeping guy down to the middle of his thighs. Had he anticipated this would happen again?
Under the bottoms, he was wearing no underwear.
“……”
Sunjo quietly leaned his cheek around the area below the pelvis. He felt soft pubic hair. There was no unpleasant scent. The lingering scent of body wash brushed the tip of his nose. As he gently exhaled through his nose, Sunjo watched the pubic hair move twice before grasping the guy’s cock and taking the glans in his mouth.
Sunjo gathered saliva from his salivary glands. Then he dripped it—drip, drip—onto the guy’s cock, which was still stiff to suck. The dry epidermis quickly became moist. It glistened in the darkness.
He started licking from Cheon Jaerim’s somewhat smoother central pillar with his tongue. He sent his eyes upward to check the sleeping face too. Fortunately, it seemed he hadn’t completely woken up. Sunjo felt relieved and moved his head more vigorously.
He had a few precedents of secretly sucking him like this whenever the guy acted cold. On those nights, he could only fall asleep feeling reassured and comfortable after seeing a face that smiled when their eyes met.
“Hup, mm, ah……”
Normally the person receiving should be the one out of breath. Obviously when Cheon Jaerim gave him oral, his own breathing was more labored. Strangely, when he sucked Cheon Jaerim’s lower half, only his own breathing became more labored.
Though no one had told him to, Sunjo forced open his throat and pushed the shaft of the cock into his mouth. Ngh…… An inelegant sound rose from his throat. However, he didn’t pull away. Then, unable to endure it, he spat out all of the guy’s cock from his oral cavity.
“Haah.”
Sticky, congealed saliva dripped down. It was when he buried his face between his thighs and barely managed to exhale. He felt the muscles of the lower body he was supporting with his forehead convulse, and immediately his shoulder blades were grabbed.
Cheon Jaerim grabbed Sunjo’s upper body and shook it slightly back and forth. Like grabbing the legs of a puppy caught stealing human food behind its owner’s back to discipline it.
“This hyung still hasn’t given up his old habits.”
“Wh-when did you wake up?”
Sunjo asked in confusion. Whether he woke up just now or knew he would wake up, asking with a surprised expression like that had become a standard line. How absurd.
“When you secretly lick around down there like that, it feels like I’m living with someone who sells their body.”
“……”
“Am I living with a prostitute?”
“No……”
Cheon Jaerim instantly pinned down Sunjo, who answered with a sullen expression, beneath him.
“If you’re going to suck, at least take off your clothes before you suck.”
“Should I take them off?”
That question probably wasn’t sincere. The meaning of those words was in line with asking “Are you still in that mood?” Cheon Jaerim hardened his face and grabbed Sunjo’s shoulders to make him lie face down.
Others wouldn’t know. That the intellectual who ranked at the top of his department in grades wanted to suck his lower half at night and was eager to take off his clothes without hesitation.
“Kim Sunjo is cheap, soooo cheap. Right?”
Normally, to appease Cheon Jaerim’s temper, he would have given a soulless answer like “Yeah, yeah,” even if it was just empty words, but his reaction to those kinds of words was always slow. His pride wouldn’t allow it, and all kinds of thoughts would be flashing through his head, wondering if he really seemed that way. He would censor and reconsider his actions like that, and for the time being would behave obediently and precociously.
“Why no answer?”
“……”
“It’s a compliment, hyung. A compliment.”
He grabbed Sunjo’s chin and turned it to the side. That prim profile would soon become a mess. Cheon Jaerim felt a strange sensation. Like stamping a seal on a well-written diary with a ‘Great job! ^^’ expression, he rubbed his lips against Sunjo’s plump lower lip.
Then the cunning body began wriggling and slyly turning his chest to face forward. The pressed lips opened, and their tongues intertwined, drawing figure-eights. Cheon Jaerim quietly looked down at Kim Sunjo’s face as he closed his eyes and rubbed his tongue with groaning sounds.
Ah, I’m hard again.
The cock that had risen again without dying was squirming, wanting to enter somewhere.
Cute was cute, and duty was duty.
Cheon Jaerim was still acting as an angry boyfriend to Kim Sunjo, who had officially sold his face without telling him. Kim Sunjo was offering his entire body to appease his younger boyfriend’s anger. Sunjo’s wrists were caught together and held above his head in the center, unable to move. When thrust from below, his whole body shook—thud, thud!—with each thrust.
“It hurts! Jaerim— it hurts!”
“But you like pain. Who’s the one who’s satisfied and whines lewdly only when I shove it in like your hole’s about to tear?”
Sunjo had been whining that it hurt from the moment the thick glans like a freshly pulled radish pushed its way into his lower half. Then why are you hard down there? The bedspread will get all wet soon. Cheon Jaerim spoke grumpily to Sunjo, who was shaking his head left and right on the pillow saying it hurt.
“No…… Why are you doing that again, ngh! Why again, hng! Mm! Why say it like that.”
“Then like this?”
Cheon Jaerim slowly pulled out his cock that had been moving quickly. Then, with only the glans roughly hooked at the entrance of the hole, he repeated putting it in and taking it out. As the inside that had been completely filled just moments ago instantly disappeared, not only did it feel empty, but the hot flesh teasing at the hole automatically made Sunjo scrunch up his eyes.
Who would think that face turned tearful was almost thirty the day after tomorrow? Cheon Jaerim sneered as he inserted the long shaft again all the way into the inner walls, starting from the glans the size of a child’s fist.
“See. This doesn’t satisfy you.”
“Nngh, hah!”
“Sex addict.”
“Wh-what?”
“They say sex can be addictive too, and hyung, you’re already an addict. Can’t you see my dick is going to get all worn out because of you?”
“Th-that’s ridiculous— ah! Ah—!”
