TCBW C31(18+)

Chapter 31(18+)

In the several days that Dowoon was away on a business trip, Suhoe had prepared for today by watching that video material over and over again.

But when it actually came time to try it, just seeing his thing became the first problem.

He had never seen it up close before, and it was so large it stole his breath. Compared to what he’d seen on screen, it didn’t even compare. And on top of that, the heat radiating from it was almost frightening.

Dowoon took Suhoe’s hand.

“If you’re going to quit, don’t start.”

And before Suhoe could react, he guided his hand to wrap around him.

Suhoe flinched, but since Dowoon didn’t let go, he couldn’t pull away.

“Nngh.”

In that moment, he could feel in his hand what he had experienced inside his body during those nights.

The thick, solid shaft, the surging pulse throbbing hard enough to tickle his palm—it was all there.

Without thinking, Suhoe brought both hands together to encircle the girth that couldn’t fit in just one.

At that, it swelled even larger in his hands, a thin fluid welling at the tip.

Seeing that made something go pop inside him.

“Haa, haa…”

The sight alone was so obscene that Suhoe’s breath grew ragged. Dowoon, stroking at his lips, pressed the broad, thick pad of his thumb into Suhoe’s mouth, stirring his tongue and palate with it.

“Ah… mmph…”

“You said you’d use your mouth.”

“I… I will.”

Only after hearing him snap back to himself enough to answer did Dowoon withdraw the thumb.

Swallowing, Suhoe pinched at the foreskin over the tip to ease it back, exposing the thick, soft glans radiating heat.

Looking at it made the strange tickle move from his hands down into his gut.

He stared at the thick, lewd column for a long moment, then cautiously brought his face closer and pressed his lips to it.

Kiss.

A light peck.

Dowoon almost wondered if this was all Suhoe had meant by “using his mouth.”

But right then, as if to reassure him, Suhoe’s pale pink tongue flicked out to press against the tip.

Soon it was stroking the head, slick with saliva.

Slurp, slurp…

His hands held the middle of the shaft, and little by little he began working it into his mouth, sucking hard.

Looking down at the earnest effort, Dowoon’s gaze sank darker.

If judged, it was better than expected. For all his stiffness, he was doing tolerably well.

But only to that point — this childish foreplay was far from enough to quench him.

“You’ll take it to the base.”

He wanted the rough play he enjoyed, where the partner was driven right to the edge of choking. Teasing at just the head was no fun.

So he gripped the back of Suhoe’s head and, without hesitation, shoved himself all the way down into his throat.

“Uhk!”

Even as Suhoe’s breath caught, eyes going vague under the cloud of his scent, Dowoon didn’t stop.

Until at last he unloaded deep into his throat.

“Mmph… gghk.”

“…”

“Khahh… haa…”

Startled by the sudden release, Suhoe gasped for air like a man pulled from water.

Pulling out in haste left him with the raw instinct to spill the rest — anywhere in the body before him. Lifting Suhoe’s chin, he saw him start licking at the seed still dribbling from the tip.

Watching him carefully lap up from the swollen head down over the shaft and its prominent veins, he suddenly spilled the rest into his mouth.

“Haa…”

“Mmm…”

Cheeks puffed with the mouthful, Suhoe surprised him again: gathering it on his tongue, he spat it into his palm, pulled open the drawstring of his pajama pants, and pushed the wet mess up between his cheeks and into his slick hole.

“Nnngh.”

Already soaked, the entrance let his slim fingers work the fluid in easily.

“L‑like this, right?”

Dowoon looked at the flushed, pleased expression — and felt himself stiffen again, leaking fresh fluid.

Only then did Suhoe seem to realize how shamelessly he’d acted.

But even as the awareness hit, Dowoon had stripped his pants away and driven into him.

Maybe it was that he’d grown used to accommodating him after so many times; the thick length sank in to the base in one push.

“Ahh…”

His groan was swallowed by the quick rhythm that followed, the two of them rocking hard together.

The next day, just past noon—

Beneath the stream of hot shower water, Suhoe examined the marks left from the night before: wrists, arms, waist, all mottled past red into deep purple bruises.

After being pounded without pause right up to when Dowoon left for work that morning, it was no wonder. His body felt heavy, like a sponge full of water.

It was almost odd that he hadn’t blacked out.

Whether it was the effect of the fellatio, or just his body adapting, he didn’t know, but he was pleased at the thought it was some kind of progress.

“The driver’s here, Madam!”

“Ah‑choo.”

When he stepped into the living room a short while later, hair still damp and thin nightclothes clinging to him, Kim put a hand to his forehead.

“You’re not sick, are you?”

“Feels like you might have a fever,” he added uncertainly.

“Should you rest?”

“I just sneezed after a shower, it’s fine.”

Shaking his head, he straightened his clothes.

It was his first day — claiming to be sick would only keep him home.

Even feeling a faint heat in his body, he said nothing.

Kim eyed him doubtfully, but withdrew without further questions.

Quickly he tied up his hair, threw on the threadbare clothes he’d brought from Mount Unbang, slung the same bag he’d first arrived with over his shoulder, and headed for the front door.

Just then, Kim caught his arm.

“Take this first!”

He passed him the pheromone suppressant and some water that Professor Eun had provided on a previous visit.

Afraid the man would start probing about his condition, Suhoe swallowed the pill quickly and slipped out the door.

A car waited right in front.

He climbed in briskly, and it pulled away from Balhwa‑dong toward downtown Seoul.

The further they went from the low, wealthy houses of Balhwa‑dong, the more the windows framed towering, gleaming skyscrapers crowding the streets.

At last they stopped in the middle of a great forest of glass towers, their cold light alien to him.

“Here we are.”

“Here?”

Stepping out alone, he had to tip his head back to see the top of the building before him.

Slowly he walked toward it — and then stopped short.

Of all the high‑rises, this one was the tallest, the most brightly lit.

The imposing sight made him shrink in on himself without thinking.

Unable to make himself enter, he lingered out front for a long while.

“May we ask what business you have here?”

Two men in black suits approached soon after. Their eyes went straight to his worn‑out clothes.

Looking so shabby and loitering at the door, their suspicion was plain.

“Ah, I, um…”

Under their downward‑looking stares and palpable pressure, Suhoe swallowed hard.

Even seeing his unease, the men’s expressions didn’t shift. They simply looked him up and down without retreat.

“I—I’m here for work.”

“What kind of work would that be? Do you have an access card?”

“N‑no, nothing like that.”

“Then may we see some ID?”

“I… don’t have that either.”

“…Then exactly what sort of work—”

His discomposure sent a flush rising in him.

Unable to answer any of their questions properly, he saw them exchange whispers over his head, their gaze never leaving him.

And with that, the heat in his body seemed to flare up like a bonfire.