By Zephyria 
Even so, to carry a person like that… Eun-ha, who had glared as if appalled, soon softened his brows as if giving in. He was weak to smiling faces, and he tended to be weak toward those younger than himself. He was also weak to kind people… and the man before him was an individual who possessed all of those traits. A kid who made him powerless at any given moment.
The room was pitch-black, with the only light leaking in from the living room. Yeon-jun climbed on top of him, casting a shadow that made the field of vision even darker. He left a brief kiss on the corner of Eun-ha’s mouth while fiddling with his waist. Soon, his hand naturally slipped inside the top. As bare skin rubbed against the slightly rough texture of the fingers, a tingling sensation spread.
As Eun-ha lifted his head slightly to shake off the goosebumps, the lips that had been brushing against his mouth moved down to his jawline. He began to dig into the nape of the neck, lightly sucking the skin. Along with the pleasant stimulation, a moan scraped through his throat. Feeling his lower half swell from the constant shivers, Eun-ha rubbed his cheek against the sheet, unconsciously thinking with desire that he wished Yeon-jun would just loosen things up and put it in.
Unfortunately, however, the foreplay continued for quite a while after that. Yeon-jun seemed to have little intention of inserting. The proof was in how he simply sucked and touched every corner of Eun-ha’s body, as if melting ice cream. While they rolled around the bed in a cycle of kissing and caressing, their clothes were stripped away layer by layer until only their underwear remained. And to think he had once asked to be taught how to do it. Having reached the point where his head was buzzing because Yeon-jun was biting and sucking his entire body as he pleased, Eun-ha had to shake his head and let out a breath when his nipple was taken into those moist lips.
“Hng…”
“Hyung.”
“Yeah…”
“Are you okay?”
Because Yeon-jun moved his lips against his chest, the words translated entirely into stimulation. What exactly was he asking if he was okay with. As Eun-ha nodded blindly, a breathy laugh escaped, and the nipple was sucked in earnest. While rolling and sucking one side with his tongue, he touched and flicked the other with his fingers.
His sexual desire had been at its limit for some time now. For Eun-ha, who was naturally sensitive and reacted easily to stimulation, not a single sensation was devoid of intensity. This was even more so given that he had never experienced foreplay dragged out this long.
Eun-ha, who had been letting out sobbing sounds as he was caressed, finally couldn’t take it and urgently reached out with both hands. He grabbed Yeon-jun’s cheeks with his palms, as if framing a flower, and pulled him forward.
Yeon-jun, who was pulled along obediently, met Eun-ha’s gaze with innocent eyes. His lips were glistening with saliva.
“Jun.”
“…”
Calling him by only the last syllable of his name was a nickname used by those close to Yeon-jun. After accidentally discovering that, Eun-ha had tried calling him that once, only to witness his earlobes flare up instantly along with a piercing gaze. Yeon-jun particularly loved it when Eun-ha called him that.
Sure enough, the moment he called him calmly, those dark eyes wavered faintly. Eun-ha thought the cheeks slightly squashed by his palms were a bit funny and cute, before finally opening his mouth as if surrendering.
“You can stop now, just put it in.”
“Do you not like it?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Mm.”
While Eun-ha hesitated to say that it was actually the opposite, a definitive response came back as if Yeon-jun already knew.
When Eun-ha stared blankly, wondering what that answer meant, the eyes meeting his curved slightly in the darkness. It seemed a strange light flickered within them.
“Because it seems like you like it.”
“…I don’t, really…”
The words were spat out like a stubborn reflex. I just prefer it when you put it in. I don’t usually do things like this… He omitted the latter part, which was closer to his true feelings.
Yeon-jun tilted his head to the side as if confused, then lowered his head again. He took the entire, already swollen areola into his mouth and began to suck as if inhaling. Please. Eun-ha pressed his legs tightly together. As if it were a natural progression, he could feel the man’s lower half, swollen to the point of bursting, pressed against him.
Despite that—despite being erect to the limit—Yeon-jun sucked his chest with an almost obsessive persistence. Not only that.
“Here… do you not like it when I do this?”
“No. No. Hng… I like it. I like it, so…”
“So you like it?”
“I don’t know. I told you I don’t know about this stuff. I’m not very…”
Why do you keep asking that? He almost wanted to ask the same. There had been countless people who touched and sucked his chest, but this was the first time someone had clung to it beyond necessity.
The first time.
An unfamiliar act.
That fact itself brought about a sudden surge of emotion. That’s why he hated it so much, and why he kept wondering why Yeon-jun was acting like this…
“Don’t do this, just…”
“Do you hate it?”
Rather than hating it, it was more that he didn’t feel the necessity. Eun-ha always tended to keep foreplay short. Just as much as was needed. Just enough to get the body moderately warmed up so that insertion wouldn’t be difficult.
Or, just as much as an aroused partner wanted to do it their way.
That’s why it was hard to endure. This current situation, where it felt as if the act wasn’t something Yeon-jun wanted to do, but was instead an act performed solely for Eun-ha’s sake.
Perhaps he had read those feelings. Yeon-jun suddenly pulled his head away and looked at Eun-ha. Eun-ha, who had his head buried in the sheets from panting, shifted only his eyes to glare at Yeon-jun.
Seeing how the corners of his eyes were all red, Yeon-jun swallowed hard. He tightened his jaw for a moment before relaxing it.
“I think you feel like this isn’t necessary.”
“…”
“Am I the strange one, or are you, Hyung?”
His tone was one of pure curiosity. Eun-ha averted his gaze.
That would probably be…
If I had to say, it’s me.
Feeling a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue again, Eun-ha turned his head. He buried one side of his face deep into the sheet.
Out of Eun-ha’s line of sight, Yeon-jun smiled, narrowing his eyes slightly. A subtle emotion lingered in his gaze.
Then, he reached for Eun-ha’s underwear. As he pulled down the drawers soaked with pre-cum, Eun-ha flinched, covering his eyes with his arm.
He didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to hide. As he put it, it was a truly sudden feeling. What was this? Why did it feel like this?
He was sure that in the beginning, he had approached this like a joke, with a half-resentful heart…
While Eun-ha was in a flutter of various emotions, a large hand gripped his genitals. At the light pressure, his body, which had become hypersensitive, jerked violently. Though there was something else that truly made Eun-ha struggle.
After rubbing the wet member for a while with a squelching sound, Yeon-jun lowered his head. Without hesitation, the member was swallowed instantly into a hot mouth. Startled by the sensation of the moist mucous membrane, Eun-ha half-raised his body and hurriedly grabbed Yeon-jun’s hair.
“Wait, wa— hng.”