“Ugh, hngh!”
Rather than feeling my chest ache gently at Jaeha’s touch as he tenderly kisses below my navel and softly caresses my cock, feeling disgusted with myself…
“Hyung, have you ever put this in anyone?”
Jaeha rubbed his cheek against Taesung’s cock. The thing that seemed too drained to stand again began twitching in response to Jaeha’s soft skin.
“Ha, fuck, I’ve shoved it in any dog or cow, you bastard.”
“Mm, then don’t cum like a premature ejaculator and try to hold it in.”
Jaeha stuck out his tongue and licked Taesung’s glans. He poked the urethra with the tip of his tongue and took the tip in his soft, plump lips. Taesung didn’t know how to react to this situation and his mouth gaped.
“You crazy—why are you putting something dirty in your mouth!”
“Hehe, hyung, you’ve been sucking that dirty thing all the time, so why, you don’t like it when I suck it?”
“Fuck, where is there a crazy bastard who willingly puts that in their mouth?”
Jaeha’s eyes curved into crescents. He stuck out his red tongue and licked up Taesung’s cock sweetly as if licking a popsicle, and kissed the tip of the glans with a smacking sound.
“I said I’d suck your cock and hole that you’ve been shoving around everywhere like a slut with my clean body. So hyung should be grateful and scream nicely in return.”
Jaeha opened his mouth wide toward Taesung and pointed inside with his finger. As if to make him clearly confirm where Taesung’s cock would enter from now on.
And he swallowed Taesung’s cock again. This time it wasn’t just the tip in his mouth. Gripping Taesung’s ass tightly with both hands, Jaeha swallowed his cock deep into his mouth.
Taesung pounded the floor with his heels. He bit his tongue until it bled with his molars, trying to swallow down the sound rising to his throat. He turned his head, trying hard to ignore the situation between his legs, but his gaze kept drifting there. The red lips full of Taesung’s cock and the olive-colored eyes staring straight up at Taesung’s face kept flickering in his vision.
Slurp—the lips that had risen to the glans swallowed Taesung’s cock again and pushed in. As the tip of the glans poked the narrow throat, Jaeha frowned. A bit of moisture beaded on his long eyelashes.
“Ugh.”
The voice he’d barely suppressed finally broke through his throat. Taesung didn’t know what to do and desperately grabbed the bed frame with both hands.
“Haugh, ah, fuck, hngh.”
Uncontrollable pleasure wrapped around his entire body. Moans he couldn’t suppress burst out frantically from his open mouth. Jaeha’s movements quickened too. Sucking Taesung’s cock deeper and harder, he pushed the fingers that had been kneading his ass into the valley. The hole was twitching from arousal.
The slick and semen filling inside seeped out bit by bit with the movement of the inner walls. When he probed inside with his fingers, the sphincter immediately started nibbling. But Taesung couldn’t even register what had entered inside him. His cock swelling in Jaeha’s mouth quickly reached its limit, wanting to cum, wanting to let go…
“Pull, ugh, augh, hah, pull out of your mouth, fuck, ah, I’m gonna cum, ungh.”
As if to tease him, Jaeha alternately poked Taesung’s cock into each of his cheeks. At the same time, he traced the veins standing at their limit with his tongue. The semen seeping out bit by bit seemed to be infused with the pheromone scent he always felt from Taesung. Was it an illusion from his sense of smell? It didn’t matter anyway. Like biting into plump Shine Muscat grapes with his molars until they burst, Jaeha bit down on Taesung’s cock.
“Agh, haugh, fuuuck…”
The impatient Taesung finally ejaculated on the roof of Jaeha’s mouth. After sucking up every last drop with slurping sounds, Jaeha opened his mouth toward Taesung and stuck out his tongue covered in white semen. And as soon as Taesung confirmed it, he closed his mouth. Jaeha’s Adam’s apple bobbed largely. Taesung unconsciously dry-heaved.
“Your cum isn’t that disgusting, hyung. There’s still some left, want to taste it?”
“Urk, get away, you bastard.”
“After drinking your fill of someone else’s.”
Jaeha forcibly opened Taesung’s lips and pushed his tongue in. A sticky taste different from saliva flooded in, and Taesung couldn’t stand it and bit Jaeha’s tongue. He thought he’d get slapped on the cheek again, but Jaeha just laughed happily while exaggerating with “ow, ow.”
“Seems like you don’t like your own. Then suck mine.”
He probably wasn’t in a bad mood because he’d already decided what act to do next.
“Don’t make me hard. You don’t want to spend your whole life attaching and detaching dentures, do you?”
Was it an empty threat?
But the fierce glint in his smiling eyes somehow made it seem like he could actually do it.
Jaeha stared down at Taesung’s eyes and pulled down his jaw. Soon after, he pushed his cock into the gap between his teeth. Unlike his lower half which had been unexpectedly tight, his mouth skillfully swallowed Jaeha’s cock. Though he frowned as if struggling, he naturally raised his head and took it deep into his throat.
…Annoyingly.
Jaeha was also displeased at how Taesung skillfully rolled his tongue to stimulate his cock. His insides churned strangely at how naturally he sucked with his cheeks caved in. Even while grimacing with his breath cut off, Taesung tightened around Jaeha’s glans with his throat. As if this would make it end faster. As if making a kid cum was nothing after doing it so many times.
“Fuck, really.”
Jaeha grabbed his hair and shoved his cock all the way into his throat. Gack, gack—Taesung thrashed while making choking sounds. When he pulled out his cock, he saw a face covered in tears and saliva. This sight was at least worth seeing.
“Suck it properly, hyung. Will this make me hard?”
While already half-erect and spouting such words, Jaeha grabbed his head and shoved his cock in again. Thwack, thwack—he pistoned roughly into the throat that tightened pitifully as if gagging from the uvula being poked. Every time it slammed as if crushing Taesung’s face, bodily fluids—whether tears or sweat—wetted Jaeha’s lower body.
So much fluid. Enough to keep dripping from every hole all day without drying up.
Every thrust, he felt traces of that disgusting alpha. He wanted to erase that fucking bastard’s traces by cumming all over this throat, inside this mouth, all over this face. Fuck, fuck—Jaeha ground his teeth and forcefully pulled Taesung’s face against his lower body. The body that had been thrashing trembled and squeezed Jaeha’s cock before soon going limp.
Only then did Jaeha release Taesung. The unconscious Taesung with his eyes rolled back made a gack sound as his airway cleared and jerked once. His pale face belatedly flushed bright red as blood returned. Jaeha rubbed his cock against his red forehead. A moment later, haa, ha—after exhaling several quick breaths, he finally ejaculated. He came on his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips, and even inside his mouth.
Should I wake him?
He’d wake up if slapped and doused with cold water.
But Jaeha went to the bathroom and poured cold water over his own head. The powerful stream pouring from the showerhead beat down painfully on his whole body. The excitement that hadn’t subsided seemed to settle down a bit.
Coming out of the bathroom, Jaeha cut the packing tape binding Taesung with the fruit knife. His wrist skin was so torn from struggling that blood was seeping out. His fingernail tips were also broken and crushed from scratching the bed frame, in a complete mess.
While roughly wiping his body with a water-dampened towel, Jaeha thought.
Should I feel sorry?
Should I have kept my eyes closed longer to see if Taesung would really stab me with the knife? When he finally couldn’t stab and dropped the knife, should I have hugged him and kissed him saying I knew it would be like this?
But Jaeha knew well that even if he had, the current situation wouldn’t change.
Even if he couldn’t stab now, if Jang Hyeokjin ordered again, Taesung would pick up a knife and raise it. After repeating that a few times, he’d become numb too. In the end, he’d plunge the knife into Jaeha.
Jaeha lifted Taesung’s heavy body and laid him on the bed. Then he pulled Taesung’s arm over and lay down using it as a pillow. When Jaeha used an arm pillow like this, Taesung would say “you creepy bastard” but still offer his arm. Hooking his leg over one of Taesung’s legs like hugging a comfort doll and sleeping while tightly embracing his waist, he could overcome any insomnia.
Jaeha could have been satisfied just sleeping while holding Taesung like this.
It’s Taesung’s fault.
It’s all Taesung’s fault.
If he had given his heart completely to Jaeha.
If he had tried to escape from that fucking bastard Jang Hyeokjin.
Jaeha might have ‘forgiven’ Taesung.
He closed his eyes. Outside was just now getting dark. Even though he’d only held the wine Taesung gave him in his mouth and immediately spat it out, some of the drug must have remained. Even though it was early, drowsiness washed over him.
