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Yoo Joohwan put slight pressure on the hand gripping his chin, saying he was confident in making him open his mouth.
A sharp pain spread, and a thin moan escaped his lips.
“Hmpf…”
“Now that I think about it. Have we ever actually kissed?”
“On the rooftop—”
“That wasn’t a kiss. That was a peck resulting from foreplay.”
He blinked his clear eyes slowly, wondering how that could be a light peck.
His tongue was clearly sucked, and it reached his uvula.
He had thought he had taken a step closer to the adult game, like playing with fire.
But Yoo Joohwan said it didn’t count as a kiss, smoothly lifting his reddish lips.
“Want to kiss?”
No sooner had he asked than Yoo Joohwan’s lips sealed onto his.
The movement, imbued with violence, roughly burrowed into his mouth, and he wrapped his hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in.
It was a motion so violent it made his head tingle.
It seemed merciless and devoid of any compassion, as if everything up until now was merely simple amusement.
He stumbled backward from the tongue aggressively probing his mouth until the dining table blocked his legs.
As Yoo Joohwan pressed closer, his exposed lower halves collided, producing a strange sensation.
Cock touching cock.
His body felt like it was about to jump up in surprise, but in reality, only an excited moan circled in his mouth.
“…Huu!”
Yoo Joohwan swallowed even the brief moan, as if it were too precious to lose.
It would be more accurate to say he plunged into his mouth, wildly stirring around to prevent any sound from escaping.
Unable to withstand the pressure from Yoo Joohwan, who was driving him mad, he grabbed his firm shoulder.
Yoo Joohwan’s arm, which was more muscular than it looked, didn’t budge.
He forcefully pried open his clenched tongue, like opening a tightly closed flower bud, and shoved his tongue into the gap without restraint.
His tongue was stirred so wildly that thought was impossible.
Saliva that couldn’t be swallowed dripped out of the parted lips.
It was a chaotic kiss where he couldn’t tell whose saliva was whose.
“Please…”
Feeling desperate, he slightly parted his thighs, trying to create a small gap between himself and Yoo Joohwan.
There was a saying, ‘There’s always someone better than the best.’
Yoo Joohwan thrust his thigh into the gap and powerfully squeezed them together.
He was trapped by the firm muscle, creating a ridiculous posture.
When he straightened his body in a position where he could fully feel the other penis, their cocks unintentionally collided and rubbed together.
It felt heavy, hot, and barbaric.
When he stood on his tiptoes and arched his back as far as possible, Yoo Joohwan’s hand, which had moved to his neck, supported and pulled him closer.
Their flawlessly interlocked lips and tightly restrained lower bodies were dizzying enough to make him want to lose his mind.
“Hngh… Joo, Joohwan—”
He barely opened his mouth to speak, but the sentence was, once again, swallowed into his mouth.
His eyebrows twitched as Yoo Joohwan pushed past the wrinkled lips, which were wet with saliva, and scraped his palate.
The subdued desire bloomed gloriously like a luscious flower, fully opening in his mind.
The sharp pleasure that stimulated his nerves and the small wet sounds of their tongues clashing spread like a heartbeat.
Yoo Joohwan’s tongue moved in and out of his slightly pursed lips like a tunnel.
As his legs kept getting shaky, the fluid from his excessively wet penis moistened Yoo Joohwan’s own shaft.
The slippery pre-cum, which he could feel without seeing, must have gotten tangled up between them.
The mere thought unintentionally increased his sensitivity.
He felt like he finally understood Yoo Joohwan’s definition of a kiss.
Kissing, to him, meant kissing with a sexual connotation, not just a peck.
‘Even so, if you come at me this fast…’
He felt like he was going to leak fluid just from the contact.
He tensed his buttock as his vision blurred.
Omjook-omjook. (A Korean onomatopoeia for a soft, rhythmic clenching motion)
The strange feeling, both itchy and scratchy, repeated opening and closing as if ready to accept an Alpha.
It was a stimulating sensation he had never felt before, making him want to reach out and insert a finger.
He desperately clung to his fading reason, struggling to push Yoo Joohwan’s shoulder away.
Yoo Joohwan’s unbearably invasive kiss made him feel like his lower half was melting away.
He felt like the inside of his mouth was going to be raw.
“St… stop, Hmph,”
‘Please. Let me breathe.’
He fluttered his eyelids, giving Yoo Joohwan a pitiful look.
Yoo Joohwan let out a dry laugh and pulled his tongue out.
He bit his lower lip with regret, then sucked on it for a long moment.
Seeing his unrestrained state, he let out a submissive moan and managed to force out words.
“I… I’ll suck it.”
As he showed his intent to give a blowjob without hesitation, as Yoo Joohwan wanted, Yoo Joohwan slowly parted his lips.
His entire mouth felt numb from all the sucking and biting.
“What are you doing? You said you’d do it.”
Yoo Joohwan’s eyes, staring at him, looked as eerie as they were described in the original novel.
Without time to calm the lingering emotions, he lowered his body and stared at Yoo Joohwan’s penis.
The reddish, massive penis proudly displayed its health, soaring robustly.
Unlike his trembling fingertips, sweet saliva was swallowed in his mouth.
It looked so luscious he wanted to suck it immediately.
He felt like a pervert for thinking this, but facing his penis, he couldn’t restrain himself.
He reached out and grabbed Yoo Joohwan’s cock, and once again, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction surged up like ecstasy.
“It’s really big…”
It was a size that needed two hands to grab, far beyond what one hand could manage, but he slowly stuck out his tongue and licked up Yoo Joohwan’s shaft.
The bumpy texture he felt in his hand was indescribably good.
The unique taste of his flesh and a subtle aroma mingled on his tongue.
He hadn’t expected to suck someone else’s, but surprisingly, he didn’t feel any disgust.
It wasn’t gross, and it looked delicious enough to suck repeatedly.
Unable to resist, he rubbed the glans with his tongue.
The slippery sensation felt pleasant, as if the entire tongue was in contact.
He licked it up lengthily, then moved his tongue down and swallowed Yoo Joohwan’s penis whole.
As expected, it felt tight, but perhaps because his lips were slick with saliva, it went in smoothly nonetheless.
The problem, however, was after that.
Since it was his first time doing this, he didn’t know what to do, so he just kept it in his mouth and cautiously looked up at Yoo Joohwan.
“Why? Can’t move it?”
Yoo Joohwan smoothly stretched the corner of his mouth with a sarcastic tone.
Since he couldn’t speak, he blinked rapidly instead of answering.
The look in his eyes conveyed a positive meaning.
Yoo Joohwan’s eyes narrowed, perhaps thinking the sight was cute, and a shallow laugh escaped his lips.
“If I help you, you’ll tear. Is that okay?”
A warm gaze and words that were anything but.
He shook his head vigorously while keeping it in his mouth, saying absolutely not to that.
Since he wanted to enjoy the act as safely as possible, he used his tongue to pull the cock in his mouth back and forth.
He repeated the movement of pulling it to the point of almost slipping out, then pushing it back in several times.
It moved much more smoothly due to his slightly stretched mouth.
Seizing the opportunity, Yoo Joohwan pushed his ‘big corn’ sideways, poking his cheek.
The soft flesh stretched, creating a bulge on his cheek, and Yoo Joohwan’s eyebrows twitched.
“Considering it’s your first time, your effort is commendable. But this isn’t enough.”
How much more did he need to do?
Thinking of the way Yoo Joohwan kissed, he could understand, but Yoo Joohwan’s penis was so large that what seemed easy felt difficult.
Deciding this wasn’t working, he took the cock out of his mouth and licked the shaft with his tongue.
The sound of air escaping was embarrassing, but Yoo Joohwan stroked his head with a deeply subdued voice.
“Slow.”
Like a reigning tyrant, Yoo Joohwan’s sharp gaze gently grasped and then released his hair.
Thinking of Yoo Joohwan, who liked rough play, it wouldn’t be strange if his hand grabbed the back of his head and moved it for him.
The unhesitating fingers intentionally messed with his hair, conveying his urgency.
“I tried really hard… Is it not good?”
“Yes.”
“…”
“It’s clumsy and amateurish, so I can’t tell if you’re playing around or giving me foreplay. That’s why I told you. Learn it.”
Yoo Joohwan grabbed his chin and lifted his head, implying he should have just learned instead of clinging to his pride.
He rubbed his likely swollen lower lip with his finger and pressed his heavily soaked tongue into the split area.
“Recall what it was like when I used my fingers.”
His pride was hurt by the gaze that seemed slightly disappointed.
He bit Yoo Joohwan’s finger lightly, determined to satisfy him with all his strength, then pushed his hand away.
“You said it felt like playing around…? You’ll regret that.”
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