As soon as Gyeom’s hand moved over Ryun’s body again, another sweet sound slipped from Ryun’s lips.
Gyeom found the way Ryun’s body responded to his touch unbearably endearing. He pushed his face beneath Ryun’s clothes and pressed kiss after kiss against the soft skin of his belly.
The lips brushing against his stomach, the light tickle of Gyeom’s bangs grazing his chest — it all made Ryun want to laugh. But unable to move his body, he could only laugh on the inside.
The more Gyeom kept sucking and licking at him, the more the ticklish feeling kept twisting into something else — something strangely arousing.
“Ha… ngh…”
“Hmm… Ryun… I like you. Ryun…”
Ryun had been feeling that strange sensation pooling toward his cock — and at those words, he was stunned.
Jin Gyeom didn’t dislike him. He didn’t just find him cute. He actually liked him?
The suddenness of it left Ryun reeling, but Gyeom’s confession kept going.
“I’ve liked you since we were little. My little brother. You’re so pretty and cute… I couldn’t help it… but we’re brothers… This isn’t okay, is it? Right?”
Gyeom’s voice had gone soft and wet with emotion.
So he had held back, again and again. It had hurt to see Ryun’s face fall in disappointment each time he avoided him — but he had worked so hard not to cross that line. So then why…
“Why did you have to show me that pretty body of yours today…?! I couldn’t hold back anymore…!”
Gyeom sobbed quietly as he licked at Ryun’s body over and over.
Having someone else’s saliva on his skin should have felt unpleasant and revolting — but it was Gyeom’s, someone he cared about. Whether it was that, or whether it was the way that tongue worked at his body so desperately, it wasn’t disgusting in the slightest. Something strange and arousing bloomed in its place instead.
Gyeom, who was licking at Ryun all over, seemed to be talking about something that had happened earlier — when Ryun had showered without locking the door.
He had come home, showered, and was in the middle of drying off when the door suddenly opened and Gyeom’s face appeared in the gap.
Ryun had forgotten to lock it. That was all it had taken.
Gyeom had stared blankly at Ryun standing naked inside, shaking water from his hair — and then his expression had twisted into a frown, and he’d slammed the door shut.
Ryun had assumed it was disgust at accidentally seeing a disliked sibling’s naked body. But apparently not.
According to what Gyeom was now whispering against sleeping Ryun’s ear — the moment he saw Ryun’s body, his cock had swelled up like it was about to burst. Afraid that the feelings he’d been hiding might show, he had bolted.
“Ha… Ryun. Why did you do that? Hm? Was it because you like me too? Is that why you showed yourself to hyung like that — because you wanted hyung to have you?”
That’s it, right? That’s why, right? Hm? — Gyeom whispered as he touched and licked at Ryun’s sleeping body.
Ryun’s pajama buttons had come undone in Gyeom’s hands without him even noticing, leaving his chest fully exposed. Gyeom latched onto one of Ryun’s nipples and licked and bit at it relentlessly.
“Ha… so good. Ryun. Ryun. You’re sweet… Why are you so sweet? Hm? Every time I bite down like this, it tastes even better.”
“Ngh… mm. Hmm…”
Gyeom kept murmuring questions as he chewed and sucked at Ryun’s nipple.
Ryun found it genuinely funny. He had never seen the cold, reserved Gyeom talk this much — and there was something almost laughable about watching him latch onto his unremarkable chest in a state of bliss, licking and biting away.
Gyeom had now fully climbed on top of Ryun and was grinding against him as he tasted him.
The mouth that had been sucking and pulling at him moved steadily upward. Lips at his collarbone traced the line of it with the tip of his tongue, then traveled up his throat, slowly, until they reached his jaw. There they paused — hovering just around Ryun’s lips.
“Hmm, Ryun’s lips… Ryun. I’m going to kiss you. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you?”
Gyeom whispered in a trembling voice, and then, as though asking for permission, he licked along Ryun’s lips with his tongue.
Ryun gave no reply — but his lips didn’t resist as Gyeom pressed his tongue into the soft gap between them, and Gyeom murmured that that meant yes.
“Ryun, you’re a first for hyung in every way. Kissing someone, tasting a chest this good — all of it.”
“Hmm…”
“You haven’t done this with anyone else either, right? Your first kiss is with hyung, and you’ll give hyung your first back too, won’t you? Hm? That’s right, isn’t it?”
Gyeom breathed Ryun’s name in a voice thick with longing and pushed his tongue into Ryun’s mouth.
The tongue that entered with a rough exhale explored every corner of Ryun’s mouth — tracing the ridges of his palate one by one with its tip, then coiling around Ryun’s tongue and sucking at it like it meant to pull it out by the root.
As though drinking up every drop of saliva that welled from Ryun’s glands still wasn’t enough, Gyeom jabbed the pointed tip of his tongue against the tender flesh beneath Ryun’s tongue again and again.
With each thing Gyeom did, heated breaths kept spilling from Ryun’s lips on their own.
Gyeom swallowed even those — every single one — and let out a low, satisfied laugh.
“Did that feel good, Ryun? Hyung liked it. I didn’t know your saliva would be this sweet.”
Gyeom muttered to himself that if he was going to cross the line anyway, he had no idea why he had spent all this time stupidly holding back.
“I’m sorry hyung is such a bastard. Ryun. But hyung will love you more than anyone else in this world. So you understand, right? You can’t spread your legs for anyone else — okay?”
He whispered that he’d really punish him if Ryun ever did — while his hands kneaded softly at Ryun’s chest and his mouth bit and licked at Ryun’s lips until they swelled.
The sense of transgression was part of it — but what made Ryun even more aroused was the strangeness of lying unable to move while all of this was done to him.
With Gyeom continuing to touch and taste him, Ryun’s groin was growing steadily harder.
Gyeom, who had been pressed down against Ryun’s body, felt Ryun’s cock rising and nudging insistently against his stomach, and he breathed out in a low, reverent murmur.
“Ryun, can you feel it? Hm? Did you get hard because hyung touched you like this?”
He pulled his hands away from Ryun’s chest, where they had been kneading like they never wanted to leave, and wrapped them around Ryun’s stiffened cock, working it slowly.
“I knew it — you like me too. You have to.”
Feeling Ryun respond to his hand, Gyeom let out a voice full of emotion.
Then Gyeom’s hands found the waistband of Ryun’s pajama pants and began to ease them down.
Cold air settled over his exposed lower half — but only for a moment. Gyeom pressed his face between Ryun’s legs, and warm breath scattered over his groin.
Just that rough breath was enough stimulation — Ryun’s cock twitched.
“I caught a glimpse earlier, but… Ryun’s cock is so cute. Different from mine — smooth like this, and the color is so light…”
Gyeom’s face seemed to pull away — and then something hot and hard pressed against Ryun’s groin.
Something large and heavy settled there, grinding against Ryun’s cock in a slow, dragging friction.
“Mine is bigger and uglier than Ryun’s, so I’m not sure if Ryun’s back can take it properly.”
Gyeom slid a hand under Ryun’s backside and began kneading the round, full flesh there.
Round and full as it was, Ryun’s ass was small enough to fit in one of Gyeom’s hands. Could a body this small take him without difficulty? Gyeom considered it, then shook his head.
“It’s so small… If I push in, you might break… …I guess today is off the table.”
Gyeom muttered in a deflated voice, then lay flat and rolled his hips, grinding his cock against Ryun’s groin as he whispered to him.
“Ryun, can you wait until hyung opens you up properly? You belong to hyung, after all — right?”
With that, Gyeom latched onto Ryun’s nipple again and sucked.
Only Gyeom’s voice murmuring so good over and over, and his heated, ragged breaths, filled the silent room.
“Hoo, ngh. Hmm, ah—!”
Precum beaded at both their tips and spread across Ryun’s stomach and Gyeom’s, making their cocks slick where they pressed together.
Wet, dragging, the damp flesh made obscene sounds as it ground against itself, both of them swelling larger with every slide.
When Ryun’s cock, trapped between their stomachs, began to twitch and shudder, Gyeom abruptly pushed himself up.
“Ryun, are you going to come? This would be the first load you’ve ever shot — from hyung making you feel this good — so hyung ought to have a taste, don’t you think?”
Gyeom positioned himself between Ryun’s legs and breathed hot, open breaths directly over his center.
The breath drew closer and closer — and then Ryun’s cock, standing fully hard, was taken into Gyeom’s mouth.
Inside that wet, warm mouth, Ryun’s cock shuddered and twitched even harder with every movement of Gyeom’s tongue.
“Hmm… ngh… hmm…”
