Chapter 45

Flipping his palm upward, Shin scraped his fingertips against the textured ridges of Se-woong’s palate. A guttural growl vibrated deep in Se-woong’s throat, catching against his uvula in a raw whimper.

“Haa-ngh…” Se-woong whimpered, trembling beneath the invasion.

Shin savored the sight of Se-woong’s flushed, tear-rimmed eyes and wanton, parted mouth. Se-woong’s thick eyelashes were damp with gathered moisture. The slick tongue enveloping Shin’s finger was scalding and wet, while the brow knit tight from overstimulation stoked Shin’s arousal to fever pitch.

Se-woong had no idea how intensely this tight, pliant mouth brought out a sadistic streak in a man. Nor should he ever know.

With unhurried amusement in his low voice, Shin murmured, “You look extraordinarily obscene like this. You know that?”

“Wh-what is…?”

“Just something,” Shin whispered, gently stroking his palate. “Why bother asking? What good would knowing do you?”

While his finger continued to stroke the roof of Se-woong’s mouth, Shin showered kisses across his flushed face.

Beginning at his forehead, the kisses traced every path his eyes had wandered. With wet, ticklish murmurs, Shin brushed across Se-woong’s eyelids, traversed the bridge of his nose, sucked tenderly on an earlobe, and finally came to rest upon the lips parted in eager anticipation.

The kiss was long and ravenous. They vied to steal each other’s breath, tongues tangling and exchanging slick heat until it was impossible to tell where one mouth ended and the other began. As Shin captured Se-woong’s plump lips, his hands roamed greedily over the back of Se-woong’s neck and spine, stroking whatever flesh they could seize. They were desperate to press closer, frantic to breathe deeper into one another.

Withdrawing his saliva-glistened finger from Se-woong’s mouth, Shin guided it toward his partner’s ear. After circling the entrance a few times, the slick digit pushed inside the narrow canal. The insistent, possessive urge to leave no opening unfilled mirrored the act of penetration itself.

Se-woong felt that the wet, abrasive friction echoing in his ear canal sounded like crashing waves. A wave of fine goosebumps broke across his entire body.

His mouth was relentlessly plundered by a thick tongue, his ear breached by an intrusive finger. Only now did it truly feel like Shin.

“Haa… ah-eut!” Se-woong arched his neck against the sensory barrage.

“How often did you do it alone?” Shin demanded, his breath fanning across damp skin. “When was the last time?”

He feigned nonchalance as their lips remained pressed together, acting as though the suffocating heat in the room were entirely incidental, yet he could not conceal the ragged edge catching in his chest.

“What do you mean, do it—eut! I didn’t do anything. I was too busy to even have time—ah!” Se-woong gasped, struggling to form coherent words.

Unable to wait out the brief answer, Shin yanked Se-woong’s sweatpants and briefs down in a single fluid motion. The throbbing shaft sprang free, asserting its swollen presence in the cool air.

“What do you think?”

Wrapping his large hand around the fevered erection, Shin stroked it rhythmically up and down. Anywhere else, Se-woong’s size would have been considered quite substantial, yet in Shin’s broad palm, it seemed tailor-made to fit without an inch to spare.

Shin had once remarked on this exact size, noting that had it been any smaller, he would have been disappointed, but had it been any larger, he would have been furious. When Se-woong retorted why on earth Shin got annoyed about another man’s size while conveniently ignoring his own massive dimensions, Shin had trailed off with a scowl, murmuring that the thought of him putting a big cock to good use before they met made his blood boil. At those ridiculous words, Se-woong had flared up and kicked Shin’s shin with his knee.

Shin rarely pried into Se-woong’s past romantic history, but whenever fragments of past relationships came to light, his expression turned glacial with jealousy. Not that Se-woong had ever had any grand romance to begin with. Had those fleeting relationships been significant, there was no way his first kiss with Shin would have been so hopelessly clumsy.

On the flip side, Shin clearly possessed no shortage of experience. The reason Se-woong had refrained from picking fights over every detail was hardly because he was indifferent. Rather, he feared that if they actually started talking, he would be seized by the urge to bury Shin alive or demand he boil his cock in a cauldron before coming near him.

“I was just fooling around like an idiot back then, but you dated because you actually liked them. Don’t tell me about it. It pisses me off.”

Even though Se-woong had explicitly promised he wouldn’t say a word.

Remembering how Shin used to stubbornly pry only to end up hurting his own pride, Se-woong let out a quiet snort of laughter.

Tightening his grip on the rigid shaft, Shin growled, “Se-woong, are you daydreaming right now?”

Shin squeezed the shaft firmly and mashed his thumb against the sensitive slit. At the sudden jolt of electricity contracting every muscle in his core, Se-woong curled his toes tight. The entire length was already slick and drenched with pre-ejaculatory fluid.

“Ha-euk! Ah, hey!” Se-woong bucked his hips against the suffocating friction.

Tormented by Shin’s deliberate rhythm—gripping tightly and stroking at a maddeningly slow pace—Se-woong repeatedly arched his back off the leather. He wanted to draw up his knees and curl inward, but the heavy weight straddling his thighs pinned him firmly in place.

Unable to endure the agonizing pleasure any longer, Se-woong hoisted his upper body and reached out both arms. Shin willingly bent forward, offering the crook of his neck. Never once had he withheld it.

Shin’s breath burned against the nape of his neck. The man drew in a deep, ragged draught of air.

“Haa… Smells like Cha Se-woong. Fuck,” Shin rasped against his collarbone.

Burying his nose in the heat radiating from Se-woong’s skin, Shin panted heavily for a long beat before straightening his posture to look down at him once more.

Damp eyes, swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and shallow, panting breaths.

Lacking the fortitude to withstand that piercing gaze, Se-woong squeezed his eyes shut. Yet shutting his eyes was by no means an invitation to focus purely on the heat building in Shin’s grasp.

Shin, meanwhile, kept his senses locked on the engorged, blistering erection in his fist without tearing his gaze from Se-woong’s bliss-drenched face for even a heartbeat.

“Shin! Ah! Wait, just wait a second!” Se-woong scrambled for purchase against the man’s iron shoulders.

Leaning down to press their foreheads together, Shin coaxed, “It’s fine. Come for me. I want to watch you come.”

Whenever Shin seized control of his erection like this, Se-woong was inevitably reduced to utter helplessness. Rendered completely defenseless, he could do nothing but cling to him. He planted both hands against Shin’s boulder-like shoulders and shoved with all his might, but Shin showed no mercy.

Just when he felt his lungs might burst and his vision swam before the uncontrollable tide of arousal, something snapped—tension broke with an overwhelming wave of release. It felt as though his entire body were sinking deep into a lukewarm tide washing in from afar.

Se-woong reached his climax far faster than usual. It was only natural, considering this was his first release in months. Thick, concentrated seminal fluid welled up, coating Shin’s fingers in viscous warmth.

“Haa… haa—”

“You really didn’t touch yourself while I was gone,” Shin noted, turning his sticky hand under the ambient light.

Inspecting the viscosity of the fluid from various angles, Shin brought his hand to his face and inhaled the scent. Se-woong’s eyes widened in absolute horror at the sight.

“Shin! Wh-what are you doing?” Se-woong spluttered, his cheeks burning red. “Why on earth are you smelling that!”

“Just curious. I take it in my mouth anyway, so what’s the harm in smelling it?” Shin shrugged with nonchalant calm.

“You lunatic!” Se-woong cried out, scandalized.

Had the man developed some bizarre sexual fetish during their months apart? Aghast as he was, Se-woong lacked the physical stamina to swear after climaxing. Collapsing flat onto the cushions, he draped an arm over his mouth to steady his breath.

Meanwhile, Shin showed no intention of pausing.

Sharpening the tip of his tongue, Shin traced the ridge of Se-woong’s clavicle before latching onto an earlobe with wet suction. He nuzzled into the hollow of his armpit and lapped methodically over every rib.

“Eut!” Se-woong shuddered at the acute jolt.

When the tip of Shin’s tongue flicked over an erect nipple, Se-woong’s shoulders jerked upward once more. Having climaxed once, his hypersensitive flesh was keyed to an agonizing pitch. While his mouth lavished attention on Se-woong’s chest, Shin stripped away the sweatpants bunched at his partner’s thighs, with Se-woong bending his knees to assist.

Though maneuvering two grown men atop a narrow sofa should have been unwieldy, the furniture was as familiar to them as any bed, and they shifted against one another with the practiced choreography of seasoned stage partners. Whenever one man shifted, the other yielded space without missing a beat.

Shin devoured Se-woong’s bared physique with eyes far more predatory than before, leaving physical touch for later. Looking up with a flushed countenance, Se-woong tugged down Shin’s sweatpants, which slid smoothly down thick thighs. Emerging above the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs, the engorged head of Shin’s erection looked positively menacing.

Peering down with a faint, tilted smirk, Shin coaxed, “Going to touch me?”

Only now did that crooked smirk betray a crack in Shin’s unflappable composure. Watching it slip, Se-woong felt his own remaining restraint dissolve. Caressing the swollen contour over the soft cotton, Se-woong peeled the waistband down until the familiar yet perpetually intimidating mass sprang free with a heavy thud.

“This feels like it got… even bigger. Did you somehow train it?” Se-woong muttered, looking up in disbelief.

Shin merely responded with a brazen shrug, prompting Se-woong to glare at him with begrudging resentment. People often said the man had everything, and he truly lacked nothing. Did even this part of him need to be so remarkably well-shaped and enormous? At such dimensions, it could easily have looked grotesque, yet the shaft was impeccably straight, flushed a vibrant, healthy crimson rather than a bruised purple.

Se-woong enclosed that massive, magnificent weight in both hands. Glazed with pre-cum and glistening with humid warmth, the thick shaft and the dark hair at its base looked obscenely decadent.

Even at a gentle caress, the muscles in Shin’s glutes banded tight. Clasping the shaft with one hand, Se-woong smoothed his other palm over the taut curve of Shin’s hip, drawing him closer.

“Haa…”

Se-woong aligned his lips over the bobbing glans. Though he had yet to take it into his mouth, merely nuzzling the tip with his lips drew a long, ragged exhale from Shin. Anticipating the wet heat of oral mucosa, the thick shaft flared its veins in rampant eagerness. Yet even those stark, throbbing ridges looked alluring rather than monstrous.

Treating the erection like a sentient creature, Se-woong did not turn away from its anticipation. Parting his lips, he took the swollen crown into his mouth. It was by no means easy to accommodate in a single mouthful. Lapping at the tip, tracing the slit with his tongue, he gradually sank deeper. When his tongue swept down the shaft, his middle and ring fingers kneaded the soft fullness of Shin’s testicles. Every single motion was something Shin had taught him.

“Ah… Woong-ah.” Shin buried his fingers into Se-woong’s hair.