Schlick — Ryun’s cock was sucked hard.
With wet, pulling sounds, Gyeom’s mouth clenched tight around Ryun’s cock and swallowed every drop of precum leaking from the tip. The stimulation became too much to withstand, and Ryun’s cock finally spilled over, releasing a thick surge of cum.
“Hmm—!”
Ryun’s cum, spent inside Gyeom’s mouth, slid down the back of his throat in one audible swallow after another.
With every bob of Gyeom’s throat, the cum that passed through was taken into him completely — not a single drop wasted.
Gyeom sucked up the last traces left in Ryun’s slit, then teased the tip of his cock with his tongue in playful, tickling strokes, letting out a low laugh.
“Hyung drank all of Ryun’s cum. Because Ryun belongs to hyung. Every drop — hyung should be the one to drink it all. Right?”
Gyeom rustled as he pushed himself upright, the bed shifting as his presence drew closer. A shadow fell over Ryun’s face.
Gyeom leaned in and set something down against Ryun’s face with a dull nudge.
A musky, raw smell… something radiating heat. It could only be Gyeom’s cock.
Ryun was quietly marveling at the weight of it — so different from his own — when Gyeom spoke.
“It’s Ryun’s turn to drink hyung’s.”
Something thick and hot pushed its way into the gap of Ryun’s lips.
The faint salty taste of precum drifted over his tongue, and sleeping Ryun whimpered and tried to turn away — but Gyeom caught his jaw, pried it open, and pushed inside.
“Hmm… mm…”
Ryun’s mouth worked and shifted around the intrusion in discomfort, and the veins running along Gyeom’s cock twitched from the sensation.
Gyeom let out ragged, heavy breaths at the stimulation and murmured to Ryun.
“Ryun, how is it? Does hyung’s cock taste good? Hm? Just take it in your mouth tonight. Later, you can swallow all of it with your hole. Got it?”
Having pushed his cock into Ryun’s mouth, Gyeom began to move his hips slowly.
Careful not to wake him, he didn’t thrust deep into his throat — he kept it just before that point, working in and out of the opening and the inside of Ryun’s mouth, pressing the tip of his cock into every part of it.
The sensation of Ryun’s tongue and the soft inside of his cheek crushing against the head of his cock made Gyeom shudder.
“Fuck, your mouth is fucking good too, Ryun. It’s perfect…”
He whimpered that it was better than anything he had ever imagined, and kept rolling his hips.
The tip of his cock dragged across the roof of Ryun’s mouth.
Having the ridged surface of Ryun’s palate stroke against the head of his cock was exquisite.
The softness of his tongue was good. The firmness of his palate like this was good too.
There wasn’t a single part of Ryun’s mouth that wasn’t good.
When he tucked his cock against the inside of Ryun’s cheek, the snug, squeezing pressure was incredible. The wet underside of his tongue, slick and soaked with saliva — the feel of it was incredible.
He hadn’t tried thrusting deep yet, but he was already sure the back of Ryun’s throat would be breathtaking too.
When I finally have Ryun completely — later, I’ll push all the way down his throat. The thought made Gyeom shudder.
“Ryun, hyung is going to come. Take all of it. Okay?”
The head of his cock, grinding against Ryun’s tongue, suddenly released a rush of hot, sharp liquid — and it flooded Ryun’s mouth.
Gyeom stroked himself through it, milking out every last drop, then pried Ryun’s sleeping mouth open to look at the pool of his cum filling it inside. He let out a laugh — full, satisfied, unhurried.
“Ryun. I love you. You’re mine. You were born to take hyung’s cock in your mouth and let this body of yours get devoured by me. You know that, right?”
Gyeom snickered softly.
He pressed firmly against Ryun’s throat to stimulate him into swallowing every bit of his cum, praised him with a murmured good boy, and pressed kisses all over Ryun’s face before pushing himself up.
He went and retrieved Ryun’s pajamas from where he’d flung them, dressed him properly again, and pulled the blanket back over him. Reluctant to leave, Gyeom lingered at Ryun’s side for a moment before finally whispering:
“Sleep well, Ryun.”
Then the sound of his footsteps faded, and the door opened and closed again.
Left alone, Ryun laughed to himself on the inside.
Hyung likes me.
And not just likes — he had been after Ryun’s body. Hyung had talked about pushing his cock inside him from behind, which had made Ryun somewhat look forward to it — and yet, even while doing all of that, Gyeom had fretted over Ryun’s small body, worried he might break.
How entertaining…
In the middle of a repetitive, tedious everyday life, something completely out of the ordinary had suddenly landed in Ryun’s lap — and his interest had shot up considerably.
How should he use this? Should he pretend not to know? Or let on that he does?
…I’ll play him.
Gyeom had the wrong idea. He thought Ryun was naive — he didn’t know that Ryun had been sharp and a brilliant actor since childhood.
Not only did Ryun maneuver and guide his friends from behind the scenes to get the most out of every situation for himself — Gyeom also had no idea just how cunningly Ryun worked Haeseong whenever he wanted allowance money or needed something out of him.
Haeseong, perceptive as he was, seemed to be somewhat aware of Ryun’s fox-like nature — but he appeared content to be wrapped around Ryun’s finger anyway, as if he’d decided that Ryun being cute was reason enough to let it go.
Ah, this is good. This is going to be fun.
He was already excited for what was to come.
Being on the receiving end of something this raw and drenched in feeling — with his entire body — was a first for Ryun. And the fact that the one those feelings belonged to was his own stepbrother made it all the more entertaining.
He was desperately curious what kind of face hyung would make tomorrow, faced with what he’d done. Ryun’s heart thudded with anticipation.
The body that had been asleep gradually woke to the morning sunlight seeping through the window.
His mind was sharp and clear — but his body, only just woken, was still heavy and slow to respond.
Ryun gently tried moving his limbs, and once they felt sufficiently awake, he pushed himself up.
It stings…
His nipples were aching and his chest was incredibly sore — a testament to how much Gyeom had bitten and licked at him last night.
He lifted his pajama top and looked in the mirror. His chest was red and swollen.
Puffy and inflamed, with the faint round impression of teeth traced across it — it looked obscene. Ryun studied it with a mildly interested gaze, then lightly touched a fingertip to his swollen nipple.
“Ow.”
It stung so sharply that his face scrunched up on its own.
Ryun grumbled that Gyeom had bitten him with absolutely no restraint, and pulled his pajama top back down.
Every time he moved, the fabric brushed against his newly sensitized chest and sent little sparks of pain through him.
This is going to be a problem all day. A shirt would be thinner than his pajamas, but it was still the same stiff cotton — it didn’t seem like it would hurt any less. If anything, it might hurt more.
Ryun narrowed his eyes in displeasure, then smoothed his expression and headed out.
With every small movement, the fabric grazing his nipples sent sharp little stings through him. Ryun moved as carefully and gingerly as he could, trying his best not to let anything brush against his chest.
After using the bathroom, Ryun headed downstairs — and found Gyeom sitting alone at the dining table, eating cereal.
Haeseong was away on his long business trip and wouldn’t be home for a while. That left just Gyeom and Ryun, alone in the house together.
Gyeom’s face was cold and expressionless, as always.
If Ryun were like most people — if he had actually fallen asleep properly last night — he might have been tempted to write off what Gyeom had done as something his own mind had conjured up in a dream.
But Ryun was not like most people. And his chest — still aching from where Gyeom had bitten and sucked at it last night — made it very clear it had not been a dream. The faint, lingering taste of cum, rough and raw at the back of his mouth, confirmed it too.
Feeling Ryun’s gaze fixed on him, Gyeom’s brow shifted and he met Ryun’s eyes.
A look of displeasure.
If Ryun hadn’t known about last night, he would have assumed Gyeom was making that face because he disliked him — and would have looked away feeling deflated. But now Ryun knew. That expression was nothing but a mask Gyeom wore to hide what was underneath.
Hm.
Gyeom was hiding his feelings for Ryun. Ryun was playing innocent and hiding that he knew.
A relationship of deception layering over deception. It was absolutely thrilling.
