Saliva-slicked fingers gently stroked the rosy folds. Hwi-gyeom bucked his hips. Every time that slippery tongue lapped at his glans, his mind went hazy.
He was so focused on the blowjob that he barely registered a finger pushing all the way inside him.
“So warm in here.”
It was only when Ha-seok curled his finger that Hwi-gyeom felt the intrusion. Ha-seok spoke with his lips still pressed against the glans, and all Hwi-gyeom could do was claw at the sofa beneath him.
Ha-seok smiled, the corners of his eyes creasing, and slowly swallowed Hwi-gyeom’s now fully hard cock inch by inch.
“Hn— ah, Director…”
Hwi-gyeom’s hand, which had been floating aimlessly in the air, came to rest against the side of Ha-seok’s head. The way his body kept going limp was becoming a problem.
The feeling of his cock enveloped in that warm, wet membrane was bliss. The dizzying friction against his sensitive skin made his breath come in short, shallow gasps.
Every time his whole body went weak and melted, Ha-seok would suck him down deep once more. It felt like his cock was dissolving, and Hwi-gyeom’s hips trembled.
“Ah— hn— ngh!”
Wet sounds came from both front and back. The fingers inside him had become two, scissoring open his soft inner walls. Cool air seeped into the spread space.
Hwi-gyeom dropped his head, eyes blurred with tears, and met Ha-seok’s gaze — those eyes unusually black and gleaming today.
Concentrated amusement and arousal made his eyes look like bottomless pits. Ha-seok’s head began to move with unmistakable intent.
“Hah— hn— ngh…”
Not just Hwi-gyeom’s face, but patches of his upper body flushed red. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Ha-seok for even a moment — gripped by the strange, irrational fear that the second he looked away, his cock would get bitten off.
Then a sharp jolt of sensation hit, and Hwi-gyeom curled his back. A rush like electricity swept through his insides.
Through his blurred vision he could see Ha-seok’s eyes curving slyly at the corners. Ha-seok pressed into that swollen spot again. A rough breath burst from Hwi-gyeom’s lips.
“Haa…”
His cock, still wrapped in that warm, slick heat, twitched on its own. Instinctively, he knew he was close. He tried to pull his hips back, but Ha-seok rubbed that spot he’d just found even more deliberately.
“Ah…”
Hwi-gyeom moaned, face flushed. The tension coiling deep in his belly was unbearable. He clenched his thighs hard, but it was useless. His hips jerked against his will, and he came, white spilling from the tip of his cock.
It must have been a mouthful, yet instead of pulling back, Ha-seok sealed his lips tighter. The suction that milked him to the very last drop made the insides of Hwi-gyeom’s thighs spasm uncontrollably.
“Director… hic, please…”
The inside of his hole was far too sensitive. But Ha-seok showed no mercy, driving his overstimulated body even harder. The fingers relentlessly working inside him made Hwi-gyeom feel like he was falling, even though he was sitting still.
The room wasn’t even hot, yet sweat pooled at the small of his back. His toes curled toward his heels. Saliva threatened to drip from his parted lips.
Ha-seok pulled his head back. He swallowed what had pooled in his mouth and then extended his tongue to lick away what had spread to the corner of his lips.
“Okay, Baby. This time, turn this way.”
“Heuk!”
Ha-seok’s voice was low and rough. As the fingers buried deep inside him withdrew, they dragged against his sensitized inner walls. Hwi-gyeom moaned and collapsed onto Ha-seok’s chest.
“Want me to suck your nipples first?”
Ha-seok laughed, his face buried beneath Hwi-gyeom’s chest. Even in the shadow, the color of Hwi-gyeom’s pretty nipples was plain to see. He parted his lips — still slick from the cum he’d swallowed — and took a nipple into his mouth greedily.
“Ngh!”
The sensation rippled through his entire chest, and Hwi-gyeom pressed the back of his hand over his mouth. He had only learned that his chest was an erogenous zone after entering this body. Every time a part of himself he’d never touched was sucked on like this, it made him feel like he was losing his mind.
Ha-seok’s tongue and lips devoured his nipple hungrily. The soft bud hardened into a stiff point. Ha-seok tormented one side relentlessly, and the moment Hwi-gyeom grabbed a fistful of his hair, he switched to the other side as if he’d been waiting for exactly that — sucking until wet sounds filled the air.
“Ha— hn…”
The tingling pleasure from his chest made Hwi-gyeom lose all coherent thought. Every nerve seemed to converge in his nipples, buzzing like live current. Ha-seok’s attention was so relentless that Hwi-gyeom had the absurd thought that if this kept up, he might actually start producing milk.
A loud pop sounded from his chest. Ha-seok lifted his mouth away and gazed at Hwi-gyeom’s chest as if admiring his work, then pinched the now-swollen nipple between his fingertips and twisted.
“Ngh— that hurts…”
Hwi-gyeom writhed, eyes welling up. It felt as good as it hurt, but his expression was completely convincing — the picture of genuine pain. His eyes stung. A large hand cupped his cheek, damp from the tears that had already spilled.
Ha-seok squeezed, and Hwi-gyeom’s lips puckered forward like a fish. Ha-seok pressed a series of loud, smacking kisses right on top of them.
“You love the pain, yet here you are whining.”
Ha-seok stared into Hwi-gyeom’s trembling eyes and trailed his hand up along his side. Smooth skin wrapped around his palm. Slightly damp with sweat, it felt especially soft.
He kneaded the soft, round ass, then pushed himself upright. He caught Hwi-gyeom as he tipped backward and flipped him over in one swift motion.
Hwi-gyeom ended up sprawled face-down on top of Ha-seok in a frog-like position, blinking in confusion. A heavy, thick weight smacked against his cheek. The long, thick cock — substantial as a serpent — carried a raw, musky scent.
“Suck it properly. If I come once, it’ll be easier on you, don’t you think?”
He had a point. Hwi-gyeom wrapped both hands around Ha-seok’s cock. Precum had already been flowing freely from the glans, leaving the shaft slick and glistening.
Hwi-gyeom pursed his lips and rubbed them against the glans. A salty taste spread across his tongue. He stuck his tongue out and dragged it upward along the flushed, swollen skin like licking a popsicle, and the body pinned beneath him gave a hard shudder.
Almost simultaneously, warm breath grazed between his cheeks. Soft lips closed over his slightly puffy, swollen rim.
The tingling pleasure from below made Hwi-gyeom open his mouth wide. He had to stretch his jaw until the muscles ached before he could even fit the top of Ha-seok’s cock inside.
Just two knuckles’ worth filled his mouth completely. He worked his tongue against it as he held it there. With both hands he wrapped around the shaft he couldn’t yet take and stroked up and down slowly.
“Mmph…”
The large, hard length grazed the roof of his mouth and pushed deeper. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. Ha-seok’s cock was especially difficult to swallow because of how pronounced the ridge of his glans was.
Saliva he couldn’t swallow fast enough dripped from the corners of his stretched-open mouth. His throat bobbed. His lips dragged across the veins standing out along the shaft.
“Haa… that’s it, you’re doing well. Try to take more.”
Ha-seok, who had been steadily working his tongue against the folds, offered a pleased, satisfied praise. Hwi-gyeom squeezed his eyes shut and tried to take the cock all the way to his throat.
“Kgh— gk— cough, cough…”
But the moment the glans hit the back of his throat, he couldn’t hold on and pulled off. Saliva tinged with salt dripped down onto the thick, dark hair below.
“Couldn’t even hold it after I praised you?”
The voice was laced with amusement. Hwi-gyeom took the cock back into his mouth. The corners of his lips pulled taut — stretched so wide it felt like they might split.
Eventually, too intimidated to take it all the way down, Hwi-gyeom hesitated — and a sharp slap rang out against his ass.
“Hup.”
Hwi-gyeom’s eyes flew open at the stinging pain. Ha-seok had probably only tapped him lightly, but for a moment Hwi-gyeom thought his flesh had been knocked clean off. His hands tightened reflexively around the cock he was still gripping.
“At this rate, it’ll take forever to make me come.”
Ha-seok let out a long exhale and began pressing the tip of his tongue in short, firm thrusts inside him. The soft flesh — compared to fingers — gave only a ticklish, teasing pleasure.
Hwi-gyeom whimpered and dragged his tongue up along the shaft. Instead of trying to swallow the glans again, he took one of the balls into his mouth, then the other, rolling each one slowly with his tongue.
