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Jihoon’s slow, teasing movements gradually quickened, and the slick sound of friction grew louder.
All the while, he studied Yeongdeok’s expression.
Silent as always, Yeongdeok gave no verbal clues about his thoughts, his only reaction the slight twitch of his brows and the firm press of his lips.
Despite his stoic face, Jihoon could tell his efforts were working.
The length in his hand grew even harder, throbbing with intensity.
The hint of pre-cum slicked Jihoon’s palm as he continued, driving him to his knees before Yeongdeok.
As Jihoon’s lips pressed a light kiss to the tip, a soft sigh escaped Yeongdeok’s lips, breaking through his restraint.
Encouraged, Jihoon extended his tongue, letting it graze the sensitive slit at the tip.
This finally prompted Yeongdeok to react more assertively, his hands gripping Jihoon’s shoulders to push him back.
“What are you doing?”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
“Human anatomy wasn’t meant for this. If anything, you need to relearn basic manners when you get home.”
The absurdity of his comment—about etiquette of all things—momentarily doused Jihoon’s ardor.
But realizing it was likely awkwardness, not dislike, Jihoon ignored the scolding and resumed his movements, letting his tongue explore again.
Slick, wet sounds filled the room as Jihoon worked.
He took Yeongdeok’s tip into his mouth, carefully avoiding his teeth, and let the warm confines of his mouth envelop more of the length.
His inexperience showed; drool escaped, his cheeks hollowed as he adjusted, but Jihoon persisted, determined to please.
Even Yeongdeok couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through his shoulders at the heat and pressure wrapping around him.
Jihoon, too, pushed his limits, his throat straining as he took in as much as he could.
Despite the clumsy effort, Yeongdeok found it endearing—this eagerness, this devotion, and the sheer desire that made Jihoon act like an overeager puppy.
It sparked an unfamiliar yet thrilling pleasure, building to an inevitable release.
Though Yeongdeok considered it improper to finish in someone’s mouth, his restraint failed him.
He withdrew, his shaft brushing against Jihoon’s lips as he pulled away, leaving streaks of warmth in his wake.
When he came, the thick release splattered across Jihoon’s flushed face, the sight enough to silence even the remnants of his logical protests.
Panting lightly, Jihoon wiped his face and met Yeongdeok’s gaze with a hazy smile.
But instead of going in for a kiss, he hesitated, redirecting his lips to Yeongdeok’s neck instead.
Jihoon knew Yeongdeok might not appreciate being kissed immediately after such an act, so he bit and sucked at the exposed skin, leaving marks as if to claim him.
Lifting Yeongdeok with surprising ease, Jihoon carried him to the bed, setting him down gently.
As the mattress dipped beneath their weight, he leaned closer, murmuring breathlessly, “Hyung… my hyung…”
Jihoon nuzzled Yeongdeok’s nape with his lips, almost as if throwing a playful tantrum, seeking him relentlessly.
By the time one side of Yeongdeok’s neck was marked with crimson traces left by Jihoon, he finally pulled away.
Gazing intently at the marks he had left, Jihoon asked in a trembling voice, his last act of restraint before fully succumbing to his instincts.
“Should I turn off the lights?”
Yeongdeok didn’t respond aloud.
Instead, he gave a short nod of affirmation.
On his way to switch off the fluorescent lights that illuminated the room, Jihoon grabbed a condom he had packed just in case, knowing they were going on a trip.
Soon, darkness settled over the once brightly lit room.
Returning to the bed, Jihoon climbed onto the mattress, his knees pressing into it, causing it to shift under his weight.
Tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth, Jihoon slipped the condom onto his firm, long index finger.
He tapped Yeongdeok’s slightly parted lips with the condom-covered finger, making them open wider.
Jihoon then explored the warm, damp space inside Yeongdeok’s mouth, where his tongue had once ventured, stirring the interior with his finger.
Yeongdeok’s saliva coated Jihoon’s index finger in glistening strands.
Satisfied with the lubrication, Jihoon took a deep breath and pulled down the bothersome clothing draped over Yeongdeok’s hips, exposing his lower body.
Yeongdeok’s physique was solid, his well-toned muscles unmarred and clean, with no sign of scars.
Jihoon’s hand rested on Yeongdeok’s bare thigh—untouched by anyone else before.
The sensation of Jihoon’s warm yet slightly rough skin brushing against his own caused Yeongdeok to tense, his shoulders stiffening as a shiver ran through him.
Pulling Yeongdeok’s thighs closer, Jihoon gazed at him with eyes heavy with sensual intent and asked, “Can I use my finger?”
He wasn’t really seeking permission; Yeongdeok had already consented multiple times.
It was more a formality.
Holding Yeongdeok’s thighs, Jihoon brushed his finger against the entrance of his anus.
“Relax, hyung.”
Normally composed no matter the situation, Yeongdeok seemed uncharacteristically tense now.
To help ease him, Jihoon lightly nibbled and sucked on the tender flesh of his inner thigh.
While Yeongdeok’s attention was distracted by the tingling, almost stinging sensation, Jihoon slowly inserted his finger that had been teasing the entrance.
“Don’t tense up so much.”
The untrained inner walls clung tightly, the pressure so intense that it felt as if his finger might break.
‘It’d be easier if he’d just let out a sound.’
But Yeongdeok, determined not to make a noise, stifled any moans and only released faint, shallow breaths.
To help him relax further, Jihoon grasped Yeongdeok’s length and began stroking it rhythmically, coaxing him into loosening up.
Gradually, Yeongdeok’s stiffened body began to relax.
Jihoon pulled his finger out briefly before inserting it again, this time more confidently, as though carving a path in the narrow space.
As the penetration, initially slow like a turtle’s crawl, grew more assured with the loosening of the walls, Jihoon began to quicken his pace.
Moving his hands busily, he asked Yeongdeok, “How does it feel? Does it hurt? Tell me if it’s too much—I’m not going to force you.”
Yeongdeok struggled to answer right away.
A mix of sensations—none of which he could clearly define—swirled within him.
The organ, originally designed for expelling digested food, protested fiercely at having something pushed inside instead.
A fleeting thought of kicking Jihoon off him crossed his mind.
But the sight of Jihoon focusing entirely on him, his every move full of care and attentiveness, held Yeongdeok back.
The way Jihoon constantly gauged his reactions, the gentle tone in his voice as he asked if everything was okay—it all combined into something unexpectedly arousing.
For the first time, Yeongdeok found himself wanting to see this through to the end.
“Keep… going…” Yeongdeok muttered with a strained voice.
With that permission, Jihoon inserted an additional finger into the now-loosening walls.
Working with his index and middle fingers, he searched methodically as if aiming for a specific spot.
Then, adding his ring finger, he stretched Yeongdeok further.
At first, Yeongdeok grimaced, biting his lower lip to suppress the pain.
But the moment Jihoon’s longest finger hit a certain depth, brushing against a sensitive spot within him, a ripple of pleasure shot through Yeongdeok, causing his hips to shudder involuntarily.
A reflexive moan escaped, betraying the ecstasy he felt.
“Ah… ah…”
“Here? Does this feel good?”
Repeating his motions, Jihoon pressed against the spot with his middle finger.
The sharp pleasure overwhelmed Yeongdeok, sending shivers down his spine.
Moments later, his release spilled from him, coating Jihoon’s hand.
Translator: Sorry guys for the delay. I wanted to have at least 10 chapters of advance chapters with the other novel that I am translating.
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