Surim panted heavily, leaning against Song Hanyeong’s chest.
“Mm. This is troublesome….”
“What is…?”
When Surim asked in an exhausted tone, Song Hanyeong looked at him and smiled brightly.
“Surim-ssi, you said you were sorry to me earlier.”
“I did… say that….”
Surim mumbled as he inched away from Song Hanyeong’s embrace with an ominous feeling. Song Hanyeong nonchalantly grabbed Surim’s waist again and switched their positions. Song Hanyeong sat perched on the desk, with Surim standing in front of him.
“Then will you suck my cock too?”
It sounded like a suggestion, but it wasn’t a suggestion. Song Hanyeong undid his belt buckle and pulled down his underwear to take out his member. Unlike how Surim’s had popped out, Song Hanyeong’s member sprang out and bobbed several times in the air.
Overwhelmed by the vigor, Surim gulped down dry saliva. Song Hanyeong grabbed Surim’s head and pressed it down firmly. Without resisting, Surim slowly lowered his body and knelt before him. It was just barely close enough for the glans to touch the tip of his lips. Song Hanyeong chuckled and pulled Surim closer, making him raise his thighs.
“You can do that for me.”
“We, we shouldn’t do this….”
Surim stared blankly, entranced by Song Hanyeong’s bulging member, and denied it.
“But I did it earlier.”
“That was because Manager-nim did as you pleased! A-and you said it was… reciprocation….”
“Yeah, but Jin Surim-ssi also needs to apologize to me.”
“Apologize….”
Song Hanyeong hooked his legs over Surim’s shoulders, pulling him closer while laughing lowly. Song Hanyeong’s member rubbed long against Surim’s cheek.
“This is how I receive apologies.”
“…From other people too?”
“Haha! As if.”
Song Hanyeong laughed as if it was ridiculous and grabbed Surim’s hair to make him look up.
“Suck it, Surim-ssi.”
Song Hanyeong held his member and rubbed it against Surim’s cheek before bringing the glans to his lips. Song Hanyeong’s member pushed into Surim’s mouth, which had opened reflexively.
Surim stiffened, finding the shape of the glans felt by his lips and the veins of the shaft below it terribly vulgar and obscene. He couldn’t understand what he was doing, and the situation only worsened. Thanks to Surim’s small mouth, when he took Song Hanyeong’s cock halfway, the corners of his mouth were stretched tight, and on his tongue was a salty, strange taste. When he looked up, wanting help, Song Hanyeong looked down at him with an amused, beautiful smile.
For a moment, Surim felt indignant. Wasn’t the genitals a weakness? To have his weakness in someone else’s mouth and yet wear such a relaxed expression. His body moved on its own with the determination to suck it really well and make Song Hanyeong’s thighs tremble.
When he wrapped his tongue widely underneath the member and licked, Song Hanyeong’s eyebrows twitched. Thinking ‘this is it,’ Surim began to suck Song Hanyeong’s member earnestly. Licking the shaft with his tongue, tightening his lips below the glans, moving his head slightly to take it fully into his mouth and then pulling back—Song Hanyeong’s expression changed with each motion. At first he seemed to furrow his brow, then gradually became languid. When hot breath flowed out like a sigh from his mouth, he even felt like he was winning.
“Ah, no more….”
That lasted until Song Hanyeong muttered that and firmly gripped the hair he’d been holding all along. The next moment, the member was shoved deep into Surim’s throat. As the glans stabbed his uvula several times, tears streamed down. Surim grabbed Song Hanyeong’s thighs to keep from collapsing to the floor and moved his head as he was made to.
“Hkk…!”
Amazingly, the member that had been jabbing his throat at some point pushed even deeper inside. Surim protested in pain, choking with Song Hanyeong’s cock in his throat. But Song Hanyeong didn’t pull out his member; rather, he pulled him close enough that his pubic hair touched Surim’s cheek and watched the sight for a moment. Only after it became hard to bear from suffocation did Song Hanyeong pull his cock out of Surim.
“Khak! Hng, hu….”
When Surim, who had been gasping for breath while even coughing, somewhat regained his breathing, Song Hanyeong pulled him close again. Surim could do nothing but be shaken wildly, driven by Song Hanyeong who moved his hips roughly and shoved his member into his throat.
The member pushed deep into his mouth, he suffocated, then desperately breathed in during brief gaps, and then had the member in his mouth again….
His breath gradually became labored, and tears streamed from his eyes.
“Surim-ssi.”
Surim was dazedly keeping his mouth open and missed Song Hanyeong’s call. Then Song Hanyeong, who had been deep inside his mouth, didn’t pull back and called him again.
“Surim-ssi.”
Only then did Surim, his face pressed close against Song Hanyeong’s crotch, look up with hazy eyes.
“May I come?”
“Hng, hu….”
“If you don’t say whether it’s okay or not, I won’t know.”
“N-no, hkk….”
“I see.”
“Kk….”
Surim, who had exhaled the breath filling his lungs as if coughing, reflexively bit down slightly on Song Hanyeong’s member.
“Now…. You should be careful with your teeth.”
Song Hanyeong, who warned in a low voice, roughly pulled out his member. Then he watched Surim coughing for a moment, and when he thought he’d breathed in enough, made him take his member again.
“Wai— ung, hkk…!”
Rough hip thrusts continued. Surim’s lips were already split, and his jaw hurt as if it would dislocate. His tongue was already almost numb.
How many times had he been shaken around mindlessly like that? Surim felt Song Hanyeong’s member pulsing and twitching inside his mouth. Song Hanyeong had ejaculated deep in his throat. He could feel the hot fluid flowing down his throat with strange clarity.
When he looked up with disbelieving eyes, Song Hanyeong smiled gently and stroked Surim’s head.
“You did well.”
He hadn’t been trying to be praised. Surim tried to shake his head to spit out Song Hanyeong’s member, but it didn’t work as he wanted. Song Hanyeong only withdrew after shaking his spent member inside Surim’s mouth a few more times.
As soon as he was released, Surim collapsed to the floor. His waist lost strength and his upper body nearly fell to the floor, but he barely managed to support himself with his forearms to avoid hitting his head.
“Hak… hu….”
From Surim’s mouth as he breathed roughly, semen that hadn’t been fully swallowed mixed with saliva and dripped to the floor.
The fishy taste of semen was vivid.
* * *
Song Hanyeong, who had walked the dazed Surim to his front door, stood briefly in the open doorway and surveyed the inside of the house. The thought that crossed Surim’s mind at that moment was worry about whether he’d properly cleaned the living room. Then he felt pathetic for having such thoughts in this situation.
‘I, with this man….’
He couldn’t quite say it was sex. But it could also be seen that they’d done everything except that. What kind of office worker sucks their superior’s dick?
Surim was confused about how to define this relationship. Sex friends? One-night stand? If not that, then just a vampire and prey?
As Surim stared blankly up at him, Song Hanyeong pushed his disheveled hair behind his ear.
“Jin Surim-ssi, for the time being, there’s no need to collect blood separately.”
That meant he would directly drink the amount of blood that was usually collected. When Surim looked up, taken aback, Song Hanyeong tilted his head and whispered.
“I’m sorry.”
“What? For what….”
Surim, whose words had trailed off, realized that the man before him had many things to be sorry for. It was worth apologizing.
However, what Song Hanyeong said next was completely different from what he expected. Song Hanyeong lowered his head, brought his face close to Surim, and whispered lowly.
“The time will come when I won’t be satisfied with just putting my cock in your mouth.”
“…What?”
“But it’s too late to regret it now.”
“I, I don’t regret it.”
Surim answered reflexively.
“Really?”
Song Hanyeong, who laughed as if pleased, kissed Surim roughly. Tongue and tongue met hotly. Surim flinched reflexively. He trembled while sticking out his tongue and offering it into Song Hanyeong’s mouth.
However, contrary to what he expected, Song Hanyeong didn’t bite his tongue. Song Hanyeong raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled, then sucked on Surim’s tongue and began rubbing it wetly.
“Hu…. Manager-nim….”
“Mm.”
“Wait, mmng…!”
It was neither feeding, nor extortion, nor plunder. It was purely a kiss of mixing tongues. They’d already kissed several times, but this felt like the first real kiss. No, why are we kissing?
Though the confused Surim turned his head several times, Song Hanyeong chased him each time and overlapped their lips again.
When the kiss finally ended, Surim was exhausted. Surim’s back hit the front door with a thud as he staggered backward.
“Di-did you just… kiss me?”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, it’s not wrong… exactly….”
Surim looked at Song Hanyeong with wavering eyes and shook his head blankly.
“There are so many things I want to do with Jin Surim-ssi.”
“Things you want… to do…?”
Song Hanyeong, who nodded, placed his hand on Surim’s cheek and gently stroked below his eye with his thumb.
“From now on, slowly, one by one. Let’s do them.”
