BW C176

Chapter 176

“Ugh….”

The chill seeping into his inner walls made Hoeun reflexively clench, but he couldn’t overpower Taemuk’s grip on his hips. His opening only fluttered helplessly—it wouldn’t close.

Watching that calmly, Taemuk slipped the tip of his tongue lightly into the parted entrance and shook it in small, quick motions. Lewd, wet sounds followed. And then, when Taemuk pressed his lips to the opened hole and sucked hard—

“H—hic…!”

Hoeun came with a sound that was neither quite a sob nor a hiccup nor a scream. His semen, thin and milky, splattered wetly onto the dark surface of the low table, pattering down in drops. His slender legs spasmed violently, as if struck by lightning.

But whether Hoeun climaxed or not, Taemuk swallowed his rear whole and kept smacking his lips, continuing to sate himself. Teeth scraped over the folds, and a tongue flicked the opening, making Hoeun’s lashes tremble wildly.

“G-General… hng, wait, stop—hic… please…”

Hoeun shook his hips clumsily, trying to escape Taemuk’s grasp, but Taemuk’s face clung there as if glued in place. Finally unable to endure it, Hoeun collapsed forward with a wet slap against the table. Only then did Taemuk’s lips pull away with a soft pop.

“Hah… hah… ngh… hah…”

Hoeun lay sprawled over the tabletop, limbs dangling uselessly below, panting for breath. His legs were still spread wide, his opening fully exposed, but he didn’t have the strength to fix it.

“….”

Taemuk wiped his soaked mouth—no, his entire lower face—with his palm. He’d eaten Hoeun so greedily that even his jaw and philtrum were drenched.

Still rubbing at his mouth, Taemuk stared at Hoeun’s exposed opening. Thinking it a little dark, he even dragged over a lantern to inspect it properly.

Unlike its usual pale pink, the flesh was flushed a deep red. Swollen from lips and tongue, it looked waterlogged and puffy, the folds nearly smoothed out entirely. Each time Hoeun breathed, it parted slightly—then slowly closed—only to part again, the sight unbearably vulgar.

Exactly Taemuk’s type.

“You’ve gotten all plump here.”

“Nh…”

“At least this part’s put on some weight, I guess.”

Taemuk spoke with a laugh in his voice, but Hoeun barely heard him. Everything felt hazy—dull, muffled, washed-out.

Apparently dissatisfied even with that, Taemuk pressed his thumb firmly against the twitching opening and scrubbed it roughly from side to side.

“Uuugh!”

Hoeun’s hips lurched, his opening clenching tight. With a snort of laughter, Taemuk gathered the saliva slick around the hole and pushed it inside with his thumb. The opening promptly swallowed it—and his finger along with it—sucking greedily. The sight was almost admirable.

Taemuk smiled throughout, then suddenly softened, his brows drooping with something like pity.

“Your back mouth gulps things down so well, but your front mouth can’t seem to eat properly at all… What am I going to do with you, Hoeun?”

“A-ah… please…”

Hoeun shook his head violently, covering his ears with both hands. His legs were spread wide, yet he didn’t want to hear that sort of talk.

Chuckling, Taemuk kissed each of Hoeun’s buttocks. Hoeun snapped his legs shut in protest—but sprawled atop the table, it hid nothing. The futile resistance was so very Hoeun that it was endearing.

“Hoeun.”

Taemuk rubbed at the back of Hoeun’s thin ankle as he called him. Hoeun flinched, then slowly turned his head. Meeting his gaze, Taemuk grinned handsomely and squeezed his own hardness through his clothes.

“Your general’s cock is about to burst.”

“……”

Cock.

Cock.

That damned word.

Hearing it—inevitably appearing again today—Hoeun squeezed his eyes shut in despair. Even so, he wriggled down off the table. Regardless, they had to continue.

Just as he slid down toward Taemuk—

Grab.

Taemuk suddenly seized the back of Hoeun’s knee, his large hand wrapping it as if it were an ankle, and yanked. Hoeun slid helplessly across the floor, one leg lifted as he was dragged in.

“Ah…!”

As Hoeun let out a startled sound—

“What the hell is this…?”

Taemuk muttered irritably. His gaze had landed on Hoeun’s knee. Hoeun followed it.

The rounded bone was red as an apple. It wasn’t bleeding, but it looked like it might any moment.

Standing bare-kneed on a hard table, bearing his own weight—and Taemuk’s—had done that.

“I’m fine.”

Hoeun answered something he hadn’t even been asked.

“Hah…”

Taemuk didn’t believe him. Even if Hoeun truly were fine, Taemuk wasn’t.

Clicking his tongue in frustration, he thought bitterly how he always worried about cushions and comfort whenever Hoeun sat on the ground—yet hadn’t thought of this.

Hoeun’s fragility was still something Taemuk couldn’t get used to. Especially when Taemuk himself could lose limbs daily and still walk it off.

Touching Hoeun’s reddened knee like it was something precious worn thin, Taemuk asked,

“…Should we stop?”

“….”

Hoeun’s eyes widened slowly. He was genuinely shocked. He knew how important this act was to Taemuk—yet he’d stop over a reddened knee?

Did Taemuk really treasure his knee that much?

Something warm churned in Hoeun’s chest. It felt… good.

He suddenly felt an urge surge up—he didn’t want to let Taemuk go. He didn’t want to stop here.

“I really am fine…”

“What’s fine about it? That’s going to bruise.”

Taemuk said seriously, inspecting the knee. It would bruise for sure. Just imagining blotchy marks blooming there gave him a headache.

How would it heal faster? Ointment?

It was then that Hoeun tucked his chin down and muttered so softly it was barely audible.

“Cock…”

“Huh?”

“You said… it’d burst…”

“….”

“If it bursts, that’d be terrible, wouldn’t it? So… wouldn’t it be better to continue?”

“….”

Taemuk froze solid. Even his breathing stopped. Then he let out a hissing laugh.

Hoeun felt completely unfamiliar today.

“Why are you being so cute today?”

Taemuk said, brushing Hoeun’s messy hair back.

“…Do you dislike it?”

Hoeun asked cautiously. Cute sounded like childish, foolish. But Taemuk laughed, his throat bobbing.

“As if.”

Hoeun relaxed, smiling faintly. His face was so beautiful that Taemuk couldn’t resist pulling him in by the back of the head and kissing him—careful, as always, not to press on the lower lip.

“Mmh…”

The slick tongue filling his mouth made Hoeun’s neck retract like a turtle’s. Taemuk hooked an arm under Hoeun’s armpit and pulled him close. His hard length poked insistently against Hoeun’s thigh.

Feeling it, Hoeun hesitated—then diligently reached down to undo Taemuk’s trousers. His movements were awkward, but earnest.

Soon Taemuk’s cock sprang free, thrusting upward. Threateningly hard, almost obscene, it stood between Hoeun’s legs, rising nearly to his navel like a thick serpent.

Hoeun swallowed dryly. His flushed face turned pale in an instant. Still kissing him, Taemuk whispered,

“It won’t hurt. I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

“….”

Hoeun answered with a small nod.

Taemuk lifted Hoeun’s hips and guided his cock behind him, pressing the slick, saliva-wet tip to Hoeun’s opening.

At that moment, Hoeun broke the kiss and clung tightly around Taemuk’s neck. He buried his face there, breathing unevenly, steeling himself. Finding it adorable, Taemuk kissed his bare shoulder.

And then, the insertion began.

“Ugh…”

Hoeun moaned reflexively—not from pain. His opening, melted soft and loose, swallowed Taemuk readily. Still, the sensation of being stretched felt foreign, unsettling—like doing something forbidden.

Soon, the fist-sized head was fully inside him. The weight made Hoeun bite his lip—

“Don’t bite your lip.”

Taemuk scolded immediately.