“…P-please… I’m embarrassed… that’s why….”
“Ha…. God. It’s not even your first time and you’re always so fucking embarrassed.”
Even as he said it, Haejeong grinned stupidly because he found the other man adorable. But he didn’t stop the hand teasing his nipple — this time he brought his mouth down to it instead. He took the nipple in whole and sucked it up hard, like drawing through a straw. A stifled moan came through, aching and desperate. There was no taste to speak of, yet Haejeong’s mouth was full of sweetness. From beginning to end, everything was sweet.
He covered the perfectly sized nipple with his tongue and pressed the tip of it into the shallow dip at the center, working it up and down with precision. At that deliberate, focused stimulation, Munyeong bit down on his lip like he was about to cry. That face — saying he didn’t want it while feeling it so plainly — was intensely provocative. Then Haejeong let his hand slide down and began to stroke the lower half of his body through the remaining underwear. Tongue on his chest, hand on his cock, eyes lifted to watch — all at once. All to catch every single reaction on Munyeong’s face.
“Ngh…. Ah, not there….”
When his hand stroked the erect cock, Munyeong’s reaction visibly deepened. So did his shame. Haejeong curved the corner of his mouth and finally lifted his lips away from his chest. A silver thread stretched between his mouth and the nipple. Munyeong saw it and squeezed his eyes shut. Just like Haejeong had said — it wasn’t his first time. Yet it felt exactly like it was. The tension, the restlessness, the embarrassment, a thousand thoughts crowding in at once.
“Well, well.”
In that brief moment, his underwear had been pulled off neatly. Feeling the cool air, Munyeong looked down at him — and there he was, crouching down to eye level with his cock, studying the pre-cum that had already begun to bead and trail.
“Wh, what are you…….”
“…Why is your cock so pale.”
“……Wait— ngh―!”
Haejeong had been eyeing it appreciatively, and without hesitation he took Munyeong’s cock into his mouth in one go. It was a size he privately considered far from small — yet Haejeong worked it with ease, pushing it all the way to the back of his throat. And then, relentlessly, he kept his gaze lifted, watching Munyeong’s face the entire time. Even as he did, he began moving his head back and forth, fucking his own mouth on it. It looked like something out of a cheap porn video — Munyeong covered his face with both hands. It seemed like nothing in the world could stop him right now.
“Ha…, yeah―!”
“…Ha… this is going to kill me.”
“Ah, no, ngh, pull it out, take it out―.”
“Come once. In my mouth.”
“…What? Wait, ugh!”
Haejeong gripped his hips and began moving in earnest. Pleasure crashed over Munyeong in waves that made his legs tremble, and he clapped both hands over his own mouth. If he didn’t, lewd, uncontrolled sounds would come spilling out any second.
“Mmph, ngh!”
“Ha… ah….”
Haejeong rubbed his tongue against the inside of the slit and shoved it back roughly into his throat. It seemed that when the head grazed the roof of his mouth, Munyeong shuddered all the way down to his toes.
“…S-stop…… stop, please… I’m, I’m going to… I, I’m coming…… hah―!”
After only a few strokes of that mouth Munyeong felt the orgasm surging up, and he grabbed Haejeong desperately and shook him — but Haejeong didn’t budge. He kept the cock inside his mouth all the way to the end, until the very moment Munyeong came — and finally Munyeong did, spilling into his mouth. With an indescribable sense of release, the cum that leaked out was caught inside Haejeong’s mouth — and he swallowed it whole. Munyeong watched through a hazy, dazed gaze and his face contorted with shock.
“Wh, what are you doing…!”
But Haejeong didn’t answer — he just swept the last drop from his tongue and swallowed that too.
“……You’re insane…….”
Munyeong muttered, stunned — but Haejeong gave him no time to recover and lifted one of his legs. The inside of his groin and his perineum came fully into view. Standing on one leg, being held up like this, Munyeong felt like an animal being handled — he tried to lower his leg, but the hand gripping his thigh wouldn’t move an inch.
“D-don’t look…….”
That heavy, intent gaze fixed directly on that hidden place. He was lean overall, but strangely — inexplicably — the inner groin, the buttocks, and the perineum were all soft and plump with flesh. Haejeong caught a glimpse of that slightly rounded part and brought his mouth to it without a moment’s hesitation.
“Ha… seriously……!”
Munyeong’s hands shook with what might have been genuine desperation. From earlier — one by one, relentlessly. First his chest. Then his cock. Now even that place below.
“D-don’t, please…, it’s dir— it’s dirty….”
Munyeong begged, but Haejeong buried his nose against the perineum and bit down, rubbing the firm tip of his tongue against it. The misdirected tongue went further than the perineum — reaching somewhere deeper. Feeling the whole body jolt sharply, Haejeong pressed his face forward without pulling back.
“Hah―!”
A long tongue forced its way between tightly clenched folds. It was so tightly squeezed that even getting the tip of his tongue in wasn’t easy. He pushed and worked it in, moving his tongue around inside — and Munyeong shuddered from head to toe. A far more violent reaction than when he’d sucked him off. That response only sent Haejeong’s own excitement climbing higher, breathing harder, pulling his tongue out and pushing it back in over and over again. Once short and shallow, then in one deep, decisive thrust. Moans that sounded almost like sobbing spilled out.
Even the hole was pink and red. Like a spring that had never been touched by anyone’s hands. A vein in one of Haejeong’s eyes flushed red and swollen. It was almost like a competition — seeing who would lose their mind first.
Haejeong reached his limit — he couldn’t hold back any longer. He stood, frantically stripped off his own pants, and steadied the pliant, barely-standing Munyeong. He lifted one leg again and pressed the swollen, angry head of his cock against the now-slick entrance, nudging against it again and again.
“A-are we really doing it here…?”
Right in front of the front door. Standing up. Munyeong genuinely couldn’t make sense of it. But he quickly regretted asking.
“I’m going to take you everywhere.”
“…….”
“Every corner of this apartment. All the way through.”
Those obsessive, near-manic eyes flashed — and then, in one motion, the cock, its veins standing out harsh and engorged, drove inside.
“Hah―!”
Munyeong threw his head back with a pained cry. At the same moment Haejeong, who had pushed all the way in one thrust, exhaled in fractured, pleasure-soaked breaths. Ha…. He breathed out a sigh heavy with a deep, full satisfaction and pressed his lips to Munyeong’s chin as he winced through the pain.
“Ha…. Soon… I’ll make you feel good soon.”
He murmured it like a man bewitched. But Munyeong could no longer hear a word he was saying. Like someone who couldn’t breathe, he let out a strangled, broken moan and reached desperately for Haejeong’s shoulders, gripping them tight. He could only hold on — do nothing else — and so Haejeong took both of those hands and arranged them around his own neck. Only then did he reset his footing and begin to slowly, gently rock his hips.
Slick. Slick. The lewd, strange sound of wet flesh rang out in the air. Every time Haejeong thrust, the motion sensor light above the shoe rack flashed on. Each flash brought the sound of skin striking skin, and Munyeong’s face came into sharp relief — his expression impossible to read, somewhere between pain and pleasure, moan spilling from his lips.
“How is it here? Hm? Right here.”
Haejeong’s eyes gleamed as he jabbed at a particular spot, again and again. The teasing, precise rhythm was making Munyeong more frantic by the second. He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud — he only pulled Haejeong closer, hugging him harder.
“That’s it? …Yeah, that’s it. Got it now.”
Haejeong was skilled at every single thing. Sucking a man’s cock. Opening a hole with his tongue. Finding the right spot and striking it precisely. Not a single thing was clumsy or uncertain. It struck Munyeong as strange — but he could no longer hold onto any thoughts. Because Haejeong’s thrusts were turning more brutal.
Slick, thud! The sound was different when he pulled out versus when he pushed back in. When he pulled out, Munyeong’s inner walls dragged along with it, the sound stretching and wet. When he thrust back in, it was merciless — a sharp, heavy impact. The obscene rhythm of flesh driving into flesh pounded on and on.
“Ha, hah, ngh…!”
“Ha…. Good…. Fuck, what is this—”
Unlike Munyeong, who couldn’t manage words and only cried out, Haejeong murmured in something like awe, letting out one satisfied groan after another.
“This hole is going to cut my cock off. Hm? It’s squeezing so fucking hard…. Fuck, Im Munyeong.”
“Hnn, yeah, ngh, ngh.”
“Your hole, seriously, fuck—”
He bit out each syllable with force, and with every word the power behind each thrust increased. Every time his hips moved, his ass clenched hard with the effort. Munyeong’s mind reeled from the pleasure crashing over him — he was crying without knowing it, tears spilling down his face. The size filling the inside of him was painful, overwhelming — and yet in direct contradiction, his body shook with pleasure and a terrifying sense of fullness. The contradiction was disorienting and strange — but what was unmistakably clear was this: the glances that accidentally met while their bodies were joined, and the way he brought their tongues together as if he’d been waiting for exactly that look — it was more than enough to make Munyeong let go of every last shred of reason.
“S-stick out your tongue.”
