04
When he was young, the day Iseo hated most was his grandfather’s birthday. At the same time, it was also a day he liked. The reason these two feelings could coexist was solely because of Yeon Taeju.
Bound by the framework of family—colder than strangers—they wounded Iseo with their eyes. Their gazes were like weapons. The more they stared, the more Iseo had to straighten his back and correct his posture. He was the unfortunate stepson with a sick body, but he must not show any improper appearance.
It’s the same now. Iseo straightened his back toward his cousin he was seeing after a long time and grasped the hand reaching out toward him.
His hand trembled slightly. It wasn’t because he was afraid of his cousin he was seeing after a long time. It was because of the remnants of pleasure still flowing through his entire body and the evidence of pleasure inside him.
“Wow, Iseo-ya, good to see you. At least you look healthy!”
“What, did you think I’d be dead?”
“Hey, Yeon Taeju. Why do you talk like that again! This is good.”
Taeju, who had his arms crossed leisurely, shrugged his shoulders lightly.
Guests lined up in succession to the villa surrounded by high walls from society. All thanks to Yeon Taeju.
Taeju’s older cousin had visited when Taeju brought something Iseo had never seen before. Of course, it wasn’t something Iseo wanted.
‘Throw it away.’
‘In hyung’s ass?’
‘Throw it in the trash.’
‘What if the housekeeper gets surprised.’
‘I’m not joking….’
When Taeju waved his hand, oval-shaped objects smaller than eggs clattered as they bumped into each other.
‘I’m not either.’
Late in the morning, Taeju had casually opened Iseo’s door, walked in, and thrust a masturbation device at him.
Taeju approached and put one leg up on the bed, staring intently at Iseo.
‘Hyung, if I keep doing this, you’ll give me a few hundred million this summer.’
Iseo didn’t say anything. His own thoughts were the same.
‘So these days I’m troubled too, thinking about how to make my hyung even happier.’
‘This is all you thought of?’
Taeju laughed. Taeju, who had approached on his knees across the bed, swiftly tossed aside what he was holding.
‘Once it’s in your hole, you won’t think that way.’
Taeju put his hand on the head of Iseo’s bed and climbed on top of him. Iseo also put down the book he was reading.
‘Hyung, now you get wet down there from the moment we start talking like this.’
Iseo didn’t answer this time either. He was right. When Taeju approached, when he remembered his touch, when he thought of that heavy sensation digging down below, he naturally got wet down there.
Without answering, he averted his gaze downward. Taeju’s face pushed in from below.
‘Actually, you want to put that in too, don’t you. Don’t pretend you don’t, we both know you’re horny anyway.’
Taeju’s lips approached. Iseo opened his mouth. Before they touched, his tongue surged in like a tidal wave through the parted lips.
When he was young, Taeju was his only companion among the rejecting family members, and when he got a bit older, he became an object of admiration Iseo wanted to get close to, and when his erogenous zones suddenly developed during secondary sex characteristics, he became the object of masturbation and yearning.
Taeju’s tongue coiled around Iseo’s tongue as if wrapping it in a spiral. It was a kiss that pressed down with his entire body. Iseo’s arms wrapped around Taeju’s nape. He pulled him closer and kissed him.
Iseo pushed his tongue more boldly into Taeju’s mouth. Goosebumps rose along his spine. It was different from physical trembling. The mental catharsis made Iseo hazy as if he had gulped down alcohol.
Iseo’s tongue greedily rubbed the inside of Taeju’s mouth. He rubbed the soft inside of Taeju’s cheeks and rubbed his firm palate. When Taeju tried to slightly twist his head, Iseo urgently put strength in his arms. He didn’t want to separate their lips.
‘Take off your pants.’
Taeju, who had briefly turned his head to create a gap, stripped off Iseo’s pants. Iseo urgently locked lips again.
Taeju playfully tensed his neck. The locked lips separated again. Iseo unconsciously made his throat rumble with a whining sound.
‘Take off the top too.’
Taeju soothed Iseo with a voice as gentle as coaxing. Taeju’s hands also stripped off Iseo’s loose-fitting shirt. At some point, Iseo was naked alone.
‘Huu….’
He thoroughly explored the inside of Taeju’s mouth. Tasting, feeling, searching for texture. Wet sounds were made, and whenever flesh rubbed and separated, greedy sounds came out.
Taeju’s hand leisurely flowed down along his nape and rubbed his chest.
His large hand covered one entire chest and rubbed roughly. If he were a woman, Taeju would have grasped and twisted a breast in one hand, but Iseo didn’t have voluptuous flesh. Instead, Taeju moved his palm as if crushing the sharply raised nipple.
Every time it was rubbed by the calluses on his rough palm, Iseo let out a weak moan. Taeju’s hand pressed even closer. He grasped and twisted what little chest flesh there was.
‘Ah, ah, it hurts…!’
As if he didn’t want to hear the words “it hurts,” Taeju chewed on Iseo’s tongue. Like a snail hiding its body in its shell, the tongue retreated into the mouth. Then he bit the lower lip.
‘You’re making it stand up stiff. Hyung, your nipples seem to have gotten bigger.’
‘What?’
Anxiously wondering if it was true, Iseo lowered his neck to look at his own chest. It did seem that way. He wasn’t sure. They’d been touched and sucked so much that they just looked congested and swollen.
‘Uh, then stop touching them.’
‘I don’t want to. I like that there’s something here to touch.’
The corners of Taeju’s mouth rose mischievously. His lips, glistening with saliva, were bright red. Like a color created by multiple layers of paint, it was a vivid color that hurt the eyes.
‘And you moan because you like it when I touch you.’
As if to prove it, Taeju’s fingers pinched Iseo’s nipple tightly. The already red and swollen nipple turned dark red with blood rushing to it. The tingling pain connected to his lower body.
‘Ugh, haat!’
Taeju’s mouth approached his chest. Iseo thought he would be bitten just like that and tightly closed his eyes, tensing his chest.
Instead of sharp pain, when he felt something hard and smooth, Iseo opened his eyes. Taeju’s front teeth were rubbing against the skin of his nipple.
The nipple was rubbed on the surface of the teeth and soft lips rubbed over the areola. There was no pain. It tickled. Below his waist tingled. The sensitivity of sensation rose more sharply.
Taeju, who had been playfully rubbing only with his front teeth, spread his tongue wide and rubbed the fully heated nipple. When hot, wet flesh rubbed against the sensitized surface, it was thrilling and ticklish. His toes curled.
Taeju, who had been crushing the chest with his tongue with his mouth wide open, only raised his eyes to look up at Iseo. Their eyes met.
Heat rushed to Iseo below. With a tearful face and an expression made on a face burning red, it seemed like he was begging to be ruined more.
Taeju’s hand hurriedly went down. Actually, he didn’t plan to go all the way. But if he makes that expectant face, it’s worth reconsidering.
‘Where are you horny today?’
Taeju asked while still rubbing the nipple with his tongue.
‘Ugh, what….’
‘Which hole do you want to put it in.’
When Iseo bit his lips tightly and didn’t answer, Taeju rubbed the folds of his vulva with his hand. Love juice had flowed down so the folds at the entrance were moist. As if he had dripped love juice to receive a cock directly.
‘If you like both, I’ll do whatever I want.’
Every time he spoke, his front teeth grazed the swollen nipple. Iseo’s waist trembled finely. Contrary to the slow-moving touch that seemed to count the number of folds, the suction on his chest was fierce.
Taeju sucked on his chest like a thirsty person. The bruises he had left last time remained like landmines on the pure white skin.
With each passing day, he becomes more stained by Taeju. The word “stained” is an appropriate choice, whether mentally or physically.
Just having his chest sucked and his entrance touched made Seok Iseo twist his waist as if he couldn’t stand it. Taeju sucked the chest hard making smacking sounds. His eyes were directed at Seok Iseo’s face.
His face with thin features made him look fragile and cynical. When such a face melted in pleasure, it was not just lewd but vulgar.
Taeju knew that he was excessively attracted to Seok Iseo’s body. But anyone would be. Taeju thought so. A child of a prominent family with an obscene secret. Even with such a face and body. How could anyone leave him alone without ruining him.
While sucking on Seok Iseo’s nipples, Yeon Taeju’s penis became fully erect. When he teased the vulva that moistly squirmed, the erection led to an exhilarating feeling as if it would burst.
‘Fuck, hyung, I got hard from sucking your nipples right now.’
Taeju whispered as if it was very amusing. Seok Iseo twisted his head as if he’d heard something he couldn’t bear to hear. The curve of his neck bones rising thinly was obscenely pretending to be forlorn.
‘Hyung got hard because I sucked your nipples.’
Taeju’s finger pushed through the folds of the vulva and dug inside. He felt Iseo’s body tightening. Not just through his fingers but through all the touching skin. The thin, slender body’s trembling and shivers could be felt so transparently.
