“Haa… Are you that displeased that I was your first?”
Surim asked, panting and whispering.
“I’m not particularly displeased.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
“Well…”
Song Hanyeong, who had been drawing out his words slowly, grabbed Surim’s chin, made him open his mouth, and sucked on the tongue inside once more.
“Haak… Why, why do you keep…?”
“I don’t know either.”
“What?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
Song Hanyeong, who brushed it off with a chuckle, looked gentle. It seemed he really wasn’t displeased or uncomfortable. Surim said jokingly in relief.
“Anyway, me being clumsy is Manager Song’s fault. No matter how many times I do it with Manager-nim, I won’t improve.”
As if telling him to say more, Song Hanyeong raised one eyebrow.
“No matter how inexperienced I am, I know enough that this isn’t normal. If I learn things like this and then next time…”
Still, was it a bit much to talk about other people in the middle of kissing? Surim stopped talking and looked at Song Hanyeong nervously.
He was smiling again.
“Jin Surim-ssi.”
“Y-yes…?”
“You’d better just not learn anything at all.”
“What? Hmph… Ah, ugh, w-wait…”
Surim tried to turn his head to avoid him, but it was useless. He was being held tightly around the waist by Song Hanyeong. Even if he arched his back to escape, it was a distance where Song Hanyeong could reach with just a slight bend.
“Stop, haa… Manager, Manager-nim…”
A devouring kiss continued. Surim learned that kissing was an act that could drain a person like this. Each time their lips touched and separated over and over, no matter how much he tried to catch his breath, it was ultimately insufficient, and his head gradually became hazy.
In the midst of the confusion, Surim escaped from Song Hanyeong, who was sucking on his tongue, several times. Then Song Hanyeong pushed his own tongue into Surim’s mouth.
“Hmph…”
The eyes that met right in front of him coldly ensnared him. Song Hanyeong gripped Surim’s chin tightly.
“Ah, it hurts… Hngh!”
He could only tell that Song Hanyeong was urging him to do something. Surim reflexively bit Song Hanyeong’s tongue lightly, then flustered, rubbed over it with his tongue. Then the hand gripping his chin loosened a bit.
It meant to move his tongue. Surim nervously watched as he sucked on Song Hanyeong’s tongue and bit it gently.
After doing that a few times, Song Hanyeong chuckled and properly pressed their lips together again. Surim stretched out the hand that had been timidly gripping Song Hanyeong’s shoulder and embraced his neck. More strength went into the hand holding his waist.
Hot, thick tongues touched each other. Surim thought this kiss felt like sex. Holding and sucking the tongue with his lips reminded him of when he had knelt down and sucked Song Hanyeong’s member not long ago.
His body gradually heated up and a tingling sensation bloomed below his waist. Surim could tell he had gotten slightly erect.
He felt endlessly embarrassed that his body reacted hotly to just a kiss. It was strange. It wasn’t that he didn’t masturbate, but he didn’t particularly enjoy it. That had definitely been the case, so what was different now?
Surim opened his eyes and looked up at Song Hanyeong.
“Manager-nim.”
The only difference was Song Hanyeong. He was aroused because he was with this man.
“I’ll, I’ll learn hard. No, I’ve already learned a bit.”
As if to confirm that fact, Surim licked over Song Hanyeong’s lips.
“So…”
“What are you going to do after learning?”
Of course, he intended to work hard so that Song Hanyeong wouldn’t get tired of him. But saying that out loud was a little, no, very embarrassing.
While Surim was mumbling, Song Hanyeong snorted.
“Will you enjoy it with the next man?”
“What? What do you…?”
“Sure, go ahead and try.”
Song Hanyeong, who smiled crookedly, pulled Jin Surim up as is and lifted him, supporting under his buttocks. His shoes slipped off and rolled on the floor. Surim, who had suddenly ended up straddling Song Hanyeong’s waist with both legs, was horrified and pulled his upper body back, then fell backward.
“Hyak…!”
Song Hanyeong, who caught and supported the waist of Surim who had half-fallen backward, tilted his head and twitched his eyebrow as if telling him to say something.
“I-I won’t do it. I absolutely won’t. Manager Song, please…”
“Absolutely?”
“Y-yes. Absolutely!”
Only then did Song Hanyeong pull Surim up. Surim hurriedly embraced Song Hanyeong’s neck with both hands. He was tightly hugging him with his face resting near Song Hanyeong’s shoulder and squeezing Song Hanyeong’s waist tightly with both legs. Despite being frightened, he was clinging to the person tormenting him.
“Haa… I never thought about that in the first place. I just… only with Manager-nim…”
“I see.”
Song Hanyeong didn’t believe him at all, yet satisfiedly coaxed Surim, who was clinging like a koala, and strode into the bedroom.
Seeing the large bed inside the room, Surim gulped down his dry saliva. What was going to happen from now on? All kinds of imaginings roughly stirred up his head in one second.
“Jin Surim-ssi.”
Song Hanyeong, who had stopped in front of the bed, moved the hand that had been supporting Surim’s waist up to grope his back.
“Hiik…! W-wait, hmph…”
Surim flinched and trembled while pressing his body close to Song Hanyeong, wriggling as if trying to escape. It was an excessive reaction when he hadn’t done much. Discovering Song Hanyeong’s peculiar gaze, Surim muttered as if embarrassed.
“I’m very ticklish on my back…”
“Is that so.”
“I can endure just touching briefly, but if you grope like that… Hik…!”
“Like this?”
“Manager-nim…!”
Ignoring the resentful gaze, Song Hanyeong kept groping his hand upward. As if the words about his back being weak weren’t a lie, when he reached near his neck, Surim’s flinching also stopped.
Song Hanyeong gently felt around Surim’s neck as is. It was more of a movement as if gauging something rather than sexual.
Surim stayed still even while rolling his eyes around. Song Hanyeong, who had been carefully feeling the nape of his neck, bent his head a bit more and placed his nose against the scruff of his neck. Deep breaths followed as if drinking in his scent.
“You’ve gained a bit of weight compared to before.”
“Because I’ve been eating well for a while.”
“Like today?”
“Not as much as today…”
At the muttering voice making excuses, Song Hanyeong gently patted the nape of his neck as if saying he did well anyway.
“Good job. I can eat with peace of mind.”
“…What?”
He couldn’t hear an answer to his question. Because Song Hanyeong, sitting at the edge of the bed, had bitten Surim’s neck as is.
Surim vividly felt the sensation of sharp teeth digging into his flesh. But bizarrely, pain didn’t follow. It was because a chilling pleasure, a sensation of his head heating up and all the hair on his body standing on end, swept through his entire body in an instant.
“Aah…”
A moan similar to a sigh flowed out between his parted lips. He felt like he wanted to appeal for something, or like he wanted to run away somewhere. The space between his legs felt stuffy.
Surim embraced Song Hanyeong’s neck tightly. It was because his body kept trying to jerk away, but instead, a tingling sensation rose from where they were pressed tightly together and his whole body trembled finely.
‘I almost came…’
To almost come just from having his neck sucked was absurd. Surim made a sound like moaning and tensed his whole body while panting.
Song Hanyeong had kissed him and caressed him a bit, but hadn’t even touched his member. But to ejaculate—that would be too damaging to his pride.
“Haa… Manager, Manager-nim, stop, stop…”
He pleaded half-sobbingly, but Song Hanyeong didn’t even pretend to listen. Gulp, the sound of drinking blood rang in his ears.
Was he very hungry? Well, if he’d been starving continuously since last time, he would have been starving for quite a few days. If he could, he wanted to feed him until he was full.
But right now, he wished he would hold back just a little.
Surim squeezed Song Hanyeong’s waist tightly with his thighs and curled up his body. His toes curled up on their own.
“Please, Manager, hmph…!”
“Why do you keep nagging?”
Song Hanyeong, who had barely pulled his mouth away, whispered in a sunken voice. The low resonating voice dizzily brushed past his ear. Surim grabbed his own collar with one hand and clenched his teeth tightly.
How many seconds had passed? Surim, who had barely managed to hold back from ejaculating, looked at Song Hanyeong with an exhausted face. A few strands of hair were stuck to his sweat-soaked temple. His tear-wet eyelashes were lewd.
Song Hanyeong, with a smiling face, lightly wiped away the eyelashes with his fingertips.
“I don’t like this…”
“What?”
“I keep…”
He still had enough reason left not to say that he felt like he was going to come because it felt too good. Surim fumbled and avoided his gaze.
“Hik…!”
Song Hanyeong tickled Surim’s lower back and asked again.
“I’m asking what you don’t like.”
“Hmph…! Ah, wait, don’t, huk…!”
“Hm?”
“Ah, stop, I’ll, I’ll tell you!”
Only then did the hand that had been tickling up his spine stop. Surim glared at Song Hanyeong while panting. However, the body temperature of the hand touching his back approached threateningly, so he couldn’t glare for long and had no choice but to lower his gaze.
“Wh-when you eat…”
“Yes. When I suck Jin Surim-ssi’s neck.”
Why does he have to express it like that? Surim moved his lips in dissatisfaction.
