BW C131(NSFW)

Chapter 131(NSFW)

“G-General, ah— ngh! General, please, h-hah, no more…”

Hoeun thrashed in desperation. He clawed at Taemuk’s arms wrapped around his thighs, pushed at his head, tugged at his ears. For once, his resistance seemed to have effect — with a wet chup, Taemuk lifted his lips away. He looked up at Hoeun and exhaled a long breath.

“Haa…”

Whether it was a sigh or a groan, Hoeun could not tell. That hot, ragged breath fanned over his entrance, across his perineum, and over his testicles. The sensation made his ankles twist together, his toes curling tight.

“…”

Taemuk said nothing further. He simply stared — down there — with a frightening degree of focus. He stared so intensely that Hoeun briefly wondered if something unknown to him was happening to his own body.

“G-General…?”

Nervous, his voice wavered. Without warning, Taemuk inhaled sharply — like a diver preparing to plunge underwater — and then buried his face once more in that fever-flushed opening.

“Aa-ahh!”

Hoeun instinctively clamped his legs inward — a mistake. That only made it easier for Taemuk to reach him.

Wasting no opportunity, Taemuk pressed his tongue directly against the exposed entrance. It moved with far more force than before, swirling as though intent on excavating him. The ring of muscle throbbed — aching, stinging under that pressure — and whenever Hoeun flinched, Taemuk flattened his tongue and soothed the opening with slow, broad strokes.

“Nn, hhh—ahh…”

The relentless caresses slowly loosened his tightly clenched folds. And then — when Taemuk flicked the very center with the tip of his tongue — the entrance parted slightly. A tiny gap, yet Taemuk didn’t miss it. He immediately pushed his tongue inside.

“—ngh!”

Startled by the slippery intrusion, Hoeun’s breath caught. The opening tightened reflexively around that trespassing muscle, but Taemuk still pushed forward, tongue gliding freely inside as he swept left, right, up, down, filling him with warmth and slickness as saliva seeped in.

“Hh—mmp, nnh…”

By then, Hoeun had bitten into the bedding, shredding it with his teeth before resorting to stuffing it into his mouth. Anyone who saw him would think he was being tortured — and indeed, it felt like torture. His body was not in pain, but his mind felt as though it were being torn limb from limb.

A tongue in that place. A tongue. A mouth. Saliva.

Yet none of that was the worst part.

The worst was that his manhood had hardened without his notice, stiffening shamefully in full view, standing upright because his hips were lifted. He could pretend not to notice — but how could he, when it hovered right before his eyes?

Drowning in shame and sensation, Hoeun shut his eyes tightly.

Taemuk did not stop. His lips and tongue continued their siege, dissolving the last remnants of resistance in Hoeun’s inner walls. Soon the entirety of Taemuk’s tongue sank deep inside him.

“Nn…h-h…”

Tense muscles drew tight across Hoeun’s thin thighs. He could feel everything — the tongue invading him, the teeth lightly grazing the folds, the lips sealed hotly against him. He could even feel Taemuk’s throat bob faintly as he swallowed between motions.

Taemuk twisted his head left, then right, devouring him greedily. Wet, animalistic sounds filled the air — chup, slrk, shlp, chup, chuuup — like a beast feeding.

Unable to bear the sound, Hoeun dragged the blanket over his face, covering his ears.

“Please… hh, ah— stop, please…”

His backside trembled uncontrollably. Every nerve in his body was centered on that violated place — the friction of lips on folds, the tongue sliding inside, the heat of breath on his perineum, the hard bridge of Taemuk’s nose brushing against his testicles. All of it pushed him toward the edge of oblivion.

And then — hungering still — Taemuk spread him wider. The softened folds stretched taut. Lips pressed again, mouth opened wide, and his tongue thrust deeper — fiercely stirring inside him.

The tip struck something.

“Uuuhhn!”

Hoeun’s cry shot out sharp as a blade. His legs flung straight upward, his back arched like a fish floundering on land — and moments later, his swollen length pulsed and spilled thin ropes of milky release, spurting helplessly into the air.

“Mmh…”

Taemuk continued sucking him through it — not to help him, but caught up in his own frenzy. Yet even after Hoeun climaxed, Taemuk was unsatisfied. Mouth widening greedily, he tried to bury himself deeper.

Every time his tongue hit that tender inner flesh, a sensation beyond words coursed through him. It was not healing, nor simple carnality —

It was rapturous.

Euphoria. Ecstasy. Bliss so intense it was nearly divine — and the taste only fueled it further. He could not bring himself to part from it.

He vaguely thought he ought to stop — but could not withdraw. He lapped and sucked and burrowed still.

“G… eneral…”

The wet, trembling voice cut through the haze. Reason snapped back. Taemuk lifted his gaze. Between pale thighs, Hoeun lay sobbing softly — tears gathering beneath reddened lashes, his nose flushed from crying.

“….”

Taemuk remained where he was, chin still nestled between Hoeun’s cheeks, contemplating.

Hoeun clearly needed comfort. But abandoning this would mean not touching him again for a long while — just as after their first time.

That thought cooled him. Still, the regret was overwhelming. He suckled once, hard, before finally pulling back. His tongue slipped free with a wet pop.

“Hh!”

Hoeun’s whole body shivered. Cool air rushed into the heated, soaked opening, making the exposed flesh twitch faintly. The tender rim pulsed, yearning and raw — but Hoeun willed himself to ignore it, panting thinly.

“…”

Taemuk licked Hoeun’s taste from his lips slowly, eyes fixed on the entrance that spasmed hungrily in his absence. So obscene, so unrefined — and he loved it.

Like soothing a pouting child, he pressed his thumb to the slick folds, rubbing lazily. Hoeun jolted and wriggled free like a startled fish — astonishingly quick for someone who usually moved like a crawling grub — scrambling to the far edge of the bed.

“D-don’t— don’t touch me!”

He squeezed his legs together, clapping both hands over himself — utterly unaware that the gesture only made him look more indecent.

“Why not? Didn’t you tell me I could?”

Taemuk bit his lower lip — still tinged with Hoeun’s flavor. Hoeun let out a mortified noise.

“When did I ever—?!”

“You said anything was fine. Whatever I wanted.”

Hoeun opened his mouth to deny again — then froze as memory rushed back. Yes — he had said that. Anything was fine. Whatever Taemuk desired.

But this was not what he meant. And because he had foolishly added “anything,” he could not scold him now.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Utter fool!

“Uugh…”

Hoeun rolled himself into the blankets, pressing his face hard into them as though to suffocate. Taemuk chuckled deeply. Resting an arm on the bed, he crawled toward him — slow, deliberate, muscles coiling under skin, like a predator closing in on prey.

Hoeun tried to back away, but the edge of the mattress was already there. There was nowhere left to go.

Taemuk grabbed his ankle and dragged him back easily. Then he climbed over him, placing slow kisses across Hoeun’s hips, his jutting spine, his ribs, his shoulders. By the time he reached Hoeun’s face, he spread his tongue wide and licked over his ear, murmuring low:

“Stopping isn’t allowed.”

He preempted any plea to quit. Hoeun slapped a hand over his ear and glared up at him, eyes sharp and sulky.

“…I never said I was stopping.”

“Oh? So you don’t go back on your word. Very gentlemanly of you.”

Taemuk snickered. Hoeun turned his face away in irritation — and something firm brushed beneath his curled thighs.

Taemuk’s lower body. His length, heavy and hot.