PAHO 44

“Wait, just a sec, hah, ugh!”

Nam Gyeonhwa’s back shuddered at the force sucking hard on the skin of his chest. Na Taebeom gathered his tongue into a circle, wrapped it around the nipple held in his mouth, and rubbed it relentlessly. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been struggling desperately with his arms and shoulders pinned down, bit his lip hard. The more he repeated to himself like a mantra that he felt nothing, the more intense the sensation of his tongue tangling with the flesh sucked into the mouth became.

Na Taebeom, who had been sucking with obsessive persistence, pulled his mouth away and lifted his head. He had expected a venomous glare in return, but the face that had been stiff and dry couldn’t even meet his eyes. Placing a finger on the nipple, swollen and puffy from the saliva, Na Taebeom gently rolled it before pinching and pulling the surrounding flesh with force.

“Hk, ugh.”

Nam Gyeonhwa’s lips trembled as he forced his chin back to swallow a moan. His navel tingled as if it had been struck by static electricity. As if he had no intention of giving him any leeway, Na Taebeom roughly sucked the other nipple into his mouth. Realizing he was more sensitive than he looked, not the impassive block of wood he’d seemed, only whetted his appetite further.

Na Taebeom fumbled his hand downwards and slipped it into his pants. Suddenly, his palm felt the rounded bulge on the surface of the underwear. Without hesitation, he lifted his body, grabbed the backs of Nam Gyeonhwa’s knees, and pulled off his pants. As he pulled the thighs, which were tensed as if in a final struggle, wide apart to the left and right, the exposed groin was as neat and tidy as its owner.

No matter how pretty his face is, the thing hanging down there is still just a dick. The chest was at least firm and round, making it worth touching, but the dick still didn’t stir much excitement in him. No, was it a bit much to say none at all? When he thought about other men’s lower bodies, he would have found it disgusting, but he didn’t know if it was because of the coy-looking face or the slender body, but it wasn’t quite disgusting. The fact that everything from the shaft to the scrotum was a reddish apricot color didn’t seem too bad either.

Will he get aroused if I touch it? After staring at the slightly erect penis for a while, he lightly tapped the shaft with the back of his hand. Even at the shabby touch that had no significant movement, Nam Gyeonhwa’s thighs trembled uncontrollably.

“Hngh, ah.”

His Adam’s apple, thrown back to hold back a moan, quivered visibly. His tightly clenched lower lip trembled as if it were too much to bear. Well, since he’s a man, it would be hard to ignore the stimulation of his dick being touched. The indifferent face that had nonchalantly wiped the semen from his face suddenly came to mind. Na Taebeom let out a mischievous laugh, grabbed his body, and spread his legs wide.

“What, what are you doing—!”

Before Nam Gyeonhwa, whose body was half-flipped over, could grasp the situation, Na Taebeom opened his mouth and bit down on Nam Gyeonhwa’s penis. Ignoring the calves thrashing against his shoulders, he pressed his tongue firmly against the penis held in his mouth.

“Stop it.”

A shrill voice flowed from his reddened, much-bitten lips. As his impassive eyes met Na Taebeom’s, now pale with shock, Na Taebeom took the penis deeper into his mouth. At a glance, he thought he could take it all in, but once it was in his mouth, it poked his uvula, which was unpleasant.

Forced by the uncomfortable foreign sensation, he pulled it halfway out of his mouth and tickled the tip with his tongue, just as he had with the nipple. It was quite different from when he touched the dick. With every rub of the soft yet hot flesh inside his mouth, he could feel its volume gradually increasing against his lips.

“Please, stop, your, mouth, get it, off.”

Nam Gyeonhwa said, panting, as he grabbed Na Taebeom’s elbows with both hands. Each time he sucked the penis hard, pretending not to hear, the pleading voice was cut off bluntly, like a broken television. His body and head, held fast from the thighs by Na Taebeom and draped across the sofa, writhed like a mermaid on land.

Noticing the signs of ejaculation, Na Taebeom spat out the penis he had been holding in his mouth. The shaft, now harder than before, was pressed stiffly against his stomach. After a shiver ran through his body, Nam Gyeonhwa’s lower abdomen grew thin, and then, from the quivering, open urethral meatus, semen was ejaculated.

His eyebrows and the corners of his eyes below a forehead beaded with cold sweat were reddish. Nam Gyeonhwa’s unfocused eyes, as he panted for breath, suddenly found their focus, and he pushed off Na Taebeom with all his might, putting strength into his legs.

Nam Gyeonhwa flipped their positions, plopped down onto his stomach, raised a hand to slap his cheek, and then stopped for a moment. Even seeing the attempt at violence with his own two eyes, Na Taebeom didn’t bat an eyelid. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had caught his breath, calmly lowered his arm. A physical struggle would only give Na Taebeom an excuse. Even at a disadvantage, persuasion was better, both physically and mentally.

“…If you tell me to suck it, I’ll suck it. If you tell me to touch it, I’ll touch it. If you tell me to spread them, I’ll spread them. If you want to fuck me senseless, go ahead and fuck me. You don’t have to use a condom either.”

At the look that said, Let’s hear it, Nam Gyeonhwa moistened his throat with a dry swallow and continued.

“But in return, if I tell you not to do something, at least listen to me just once.”

If he flat-out told him not to touch him at all, with that temper of his, it would only provoke a needless defiance. It was easier to apply the brakes with conditions and accommodate him so that he felt as much sexual pleasure as possible. Na Taebeom let out a hollow laugh as if it were absurd.

“You’re not even saying not to do it at all, so what’s this ‘just once’ thing?”

“It means don’t ignore me. I know I’m the one in a position to ask for favors, but the director brought me in because he judged my usefulness to be valid too. So respect the line.”

He had lost a lot. There was a time when he had no pride, no dignity. He knew how much more being sexually subjugated could throw a person into the abyss than breaking their arms and legs. He didn’t want to become someone whose value for survival was created by merely being good with his body. He needed to create a corner for himself to rationalize that it wasn’t coerced, that it wasn’t an act based on threats.

If he were to say he disliked even this, then it would be one of two things. Either he would kill him for sure, or he would be beaten to death. Na Taebeom, who had been quietly looking up at Nam Gyeonhwa with both hands braced on the sofa, sat up.

“So you’re saying you didn’t dislike me sucking you off?”

“…”

“See, you don’t answer my questions every time I ask either. Isn’t it a bit harsh for you to tell me not to ignore you then?”

Nam Gyeonhwa, who remained silent at the whining tone, got up and moved his butt back. As he grabbed his penis and rubbed it between his butt cheeks, it steadily swelled in size. Na Taebeom’s hand, as he leaned back and moaned, suddenly shot out and grabbed his buttocks. He looked at the startled face and said.

“Don’t do it?”

Unlike the leisurely question that implied he would let him off once, his kneading fingers showed no sign of stopping. As if responding to the unspoken consent, Na Taebeom pulled his buttocks apart.

“Mm, ugh.”

At the feeling of rough fingers touching the flesh of his underside, Nam Gyeonhwa closed his eyes and exhaled. Na Taebeom, who had glanced at him, pushed his fingers in more boldly. However, even shoving one finger into the tightly clenched hole was a tight squeeze.

“Fuck, it’s so tight. Can you even take it?”

“I told you. It needs, ugh, preparation.”

“What a pain.”

Contrary to his blunt tone, his eyes busily scanned the table. He reached out an arm and brought back a tinted lip balm. Without even asking if it was okay, Na Taebeom unhesitatingly crushed the slick solid with his hand and shoved his hand down below. The finger that had been so hard to insert slid right in at once.

“Ah!”

Na Taebeom licked his lips at the movement of the inner walls squirming and clinging to the surface of his finger. He thought he was starting to understand a little why he had kept nagging about preparation and whatnot. It was still ridiculously tight, but the more he rubbed the inside with his finger, the dry and stiff inner walls became chewy and soft, like freshly steamed rice cakes. As an added bonus, every time he pushed up, there was a wet sound of squelch, squelch, as the inner flesh was pulled along.

On top of that, perhaps because the folds were swollen like knots, the way it twitched as if clenching down every time he tensed his lower body was lewd. Nam Gyeonhwa’s face, as he lifted his chin, busy holding back moans, was also flushed and disheveled, as much as the wet sounds.

“Director Na, your hand, just a second.”

Nam Gyeonhwa grabbed his forearm and pushed away the hand that was rummaging inside his hole. Though his gaze was disgruntled, Na Taebeom kept his mouth shut as if to say he would let him off this once. Nam Gyeonhwa lowered his eyes and fumbled below himself. At this point, it seemed unlikely that the hole would tear. He grabbed his penis, erect as if it would burst at any moment, aimed it at the hole, and then slowly lowered his buttocks. Thanks to the Vaseline melting from his body heat, the tight hole opened easily and sucked in the thick penis as if swallowing it whole.

At the slow insertion, Na Taebeom’s face flushed with impatience. He was on the verge of ejaculating at any moment from the sensation of the inner flesh clinging and squirming against the shaft of flesh. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had skillfully joined them below, tensed his lower abdomen, and a reaction immediately burst forth.

“Fuck, ha.”

The low sound, whether a curse or a moan, was like the growl of a beast. His face looked like it had no room for slickly hitting on him, and Nam Gyeonhwa took a deep breath and used his forearms as support to lift and drop his body in large motions.

“Ah.”

Thump. Nam Gyeonhwa let out a shallow moan at the large, heavy volume that tore through his inner flesh and shook the inside of his walls. Even slathered with Vaseline, it was difficult to fully insert the thick chunk of flesh into his underside. Instead of bobbing his body up and down, he pressed his hips down as much as possible, pressing his buttocks against his groin and swaying.

“Mmm.”

Each time he swallowed his breath and slowly moved his back, the space between Na Taebeom’s eyebrows, sitting before him, twitched. His clenched lips parted, and he panted hot breaths repeatedly. He didn’t seem to have the leeway to utter any words. His arrogant eyes were soaked in excitement, yet still held a fierce intensity. In time with the slapping sound, an ominous, unusual light flickered in his two eyes.