By Zephyria 
Even though his consciousness seemed entirely focused on his genitals, the sensation in his thighs awakened sharply, making them quiver. He hadn’t known before that a simple caress, gently stroking the thighs, could stir his senses so sensitively.
He didn’t know why. Perhaps it was because Tae-un was skilled, or perhaps it was simply because the partner was Tae-un. As the longing of the boy, which he had chewed over inwardly for a very long time, was manifested and crashed into him, his very core was shaken and swept away.
“Hng, ugh, hukk…”
Kim Si-baek chewed back his shallow breaths and shifted his gaze downward. Unlike his experience on the sofa where his eyes had been covered, the sight of Tae-un lying prone on the bed was vivid. Even the long eyelashes cast downward.
His lips, usually pale, were flushed red from frequent friction and glistened with saliva. What was being rapidly taken in and swallowed between those wide-open lips was a part of his own body. His own member, erect and red with only a slight amount of stimulation, as if mocking the self-loathing he felt for ejaculating in Tae-un’s mouth.
The sound of bodily fluids mixing and splashing echoed from Tae-un’s tongue, inside his mouth, and from his own genitals, lewdly wetting his ears. Every wet, slapping sound was a dizzying stimulation.
Tae-un, who had been sweetly accepting and swallowing the twitching sensation of the genitals in his mouth, tilted his head. As the angle of swallowing changed, a moan reflexively rose high. He could see Tae-un’s cheek bulging like he was holding a piece of candy because of the glans poking into the roof of his mouth. It felt as vivid as if he were seeing inside the mouth directly—how his member was curved, how the rough tongue was pressing against the shaft, stirring his nerves.
The visual stimulation, which he hadn’t known when his eyes were covered, poured out as pure pleasure. Perhaps noticing that he was staring intently, Tae-un looked up and gave a smiling gaze. Then, as if to show off, he swallowed the genitals deep inside, pressing firmly.
“Wa-wait. Too deep, hng! Ah-eut!”
The sensation of the genitals being pushed deep, almost touching the uvula and scratching the soft palate, was dizzyingly explicit. Swept away by the heavy wave of heat, his instincts could only let out moans.
He felt Tae-un’s teeth touch his skin as he swallowed all the way to the root. Just as a sudden worry crossed his mind that Tae-un might suffocate if he swallowed that deep, Tae-un tightened his throat. The mere act of rubbing against the moist skin created an uncontrollable surge of pleasure, but when the swollen glans was strongly compressed, his mind went blank.
Making a mockery of his resolve to exercise restraint this time, Kim Si-baek wound his fingers through Tae-un’s hair and let out frantic moans.
“Hah! Ugh, eut! I’m going to, nng…”
He cried out urgently, sensing the ejaculation, but Tae-un’s head didn’t budge this time either. Rather, as if telling him to hurry up and cum, he tightened his throat further and worked his lips.
The reason that told him he must not ejaculate in Tae-un’s mouth again and the instinct telling him to release it now to push this pleasure higher engaged in a fierce tug-of-war, and finally, Kim Si-baek’s grip tightened.
“Ah, ow. Ow ow. Hyung, wait a second.”
Since Tae-un had been stubbornly clinging to the genitals without letting go, he had no choice but to grab his hair and pull. The moment a long string of transparent liquid connected the separated lips and genitals, something happened that was no less significant than the previous incident that had made Kim Si-baek writhe in self-loathing.
Whitish semen was discharged onto Tae-un’s face.
“…….”
Struck by a shock different from when he had ejaculated inside the mouth, Kim Si-baek’s face turned pale. On the other hand, Tae-un, whose focus had momentarily drifted after being covered in semen, soon smiled with satisfaction and licked the semen that had splashed onto his lips.
“Were you trying to cum on my face? This is a new reward, Hyung.”
“N-no… I…”
Kim Si-baek’s hand, still clutching Tae-un’s hair, trembled violently. Droplets of semen clung to those long eyelashes he always thought were beautiful.
Regardless, Tae-un traced the thick semen flowing down his straight bridge of the nose and cheeks with his finger, then licked it. Watching the redness emphasized between the lips lick up the semen he had vomited out, Kim Si-baek’s face flushed deep red.
“W-why are you eating that again!”
Tae-un tilted his head with an expression that asked why he was questioning something so obvious.
“Hyung, why do you like it when they put glass noodles in seolleongtang?”
“……Because it tastes good?”
“I’m eating it because it tastes good, too.”
“It’s different from food…”
Slightly mentally broken, Kim Si-baek pushed his fingers into Tae-un’s mouth to try and force him to vomit, but when Tae-un nibbled and licked them, his reason snapped back.
“It really tastes good. Want to check for yourself?”
“Uh, huh?”
Though his reason had returned, he was equally confused, so he was slow to realize the implication in Tae-un’s words. By the time he realized, Tae-un’s lips had already swallowed him.
“Hng. Nng…”
A piece of flesh slid effortlessly between the defenseless, open lips and entangled with his stunned tongue. Between the quickly intertwining tongues, the sound of water clung and saliva mixed. In other words, the semen remaining in Tae-un’s mouth passed into Kim Si-baek’s.
Though it was likely a small amount compared to what Tae-un had swallowed, the fishy scent and taste surged through his oral cavity. It was the vivid taste of semen, which he had thought he would never taste, neither another’s nor his own.
Kim Si-baek instinctively frowned, then rubbed his tongue strongly to erase the taste remaining in Tae-un’s mouth. Whether he noticed the intention or not, a small, chuckling sound echoed slowly in Tae-un’s throat.
“……Tastes bad.”
Even after mixing tongues deeply, his impression didn’t change, but the smile on Tae-un’s lips deepened.
“You know, Hyung. Just as I can recognize only you even if something happens to my sight, all my senses are open only to you.”
Sight.
Tae-un took Kim Si-baek in with his eyes, placing that word on the tip of his tongue.
Smell.
He buried his nose in the nape of his neck and breathed in his scent.
Touch.
He imprinted the features of his face by caressing them with his fingers.
Hearing.
He carved every detail of the irregularly rising and falling breaths.
Taste.
He licked the beads of sweat on the cheek that flowed during the pleasure.
“It means the senses through which I can feel you are increasing. You won’t know how happy that makes me, Hyung.”
In a certain sense, it was a confession that could have been quite touching, but because it came right after eating semen, Kim Si-baek felt subtly disturbed. If someone does that after eating someone’s th-that thing… aren’t they just… a pervert?
For the first time in a long while, Kim Si-baek judged Tae-un objectively, but at the same time, because his brain was still frolicking in a field of flowers, it presented an answer that ignored the stages of normal logic.
It’s not that Tae-un is a pervert, but that the world is at fault for isolating a teenager in his prime and preventing him from learning the correct way to resolve sexual desire. Our boy was screwed over by the world.
After taking a few deep breaths, Kim Si-baek spoke cautiously.
“Un-ah, then… will you let Hyung feel you, too?”
He glanced down between the legs of Tae-un, who was leaning over him. He couldn’t let a boy who was screwed over by the world become a pervert all alone. He was deeply anxious about whether it was a size that could fit in a mouth, but once it was in, it would work out somehow.
It was a determined resolve for Kim Si-baek, but Tae-un, conversely, turned serious.
“Hyung, are you planning to make me a piece of trash?”
“……Huh?”
“I mean, think about it. If cumming in someone’s mouth and feeding them semen isn’t being trash, then what is?”
Judging by the act alone, he wasn’t wrong.
As Kim Si-baek nodded blankly, a thought suddenly flashed through his brain.
Wait.
According to Tae-un’s logic, doesn’t that mean he, who ejaculated in Tae-un’s mouth and fed him semen, is already trash?
“Then you’re saying I’m trash?”
“Objectively, as a fact, yes.”
“…….”
Kim Si-baek silently grabbed both of Tae-un’s cheeks with his fingers and stretched them out. Seeing Tae-un’s face, which seemed somehow amused even while making pained noises, without any intention of shaking off the hands, Kim Si-baek sank into another thought that crossed his mind.
〈Of course, liking Hyung is in the past tense.〉
Tae-un said his affection was a remnant of the past, yet he confessed that all five of his senses were open only to him.
What exactly is this boy’s true heart?
In the past, when he misunderstood that the boy liked him, his true heart was a source of distress. But now, he knows the long agony this boy had to endure alone. He also sees his own passion, as red as the desires the boy crashes into.
In such a state, how do I feel now?
Hesitating, wondering if he was asking a pointless question, Kim Si-baek slowly broached the subject.
“Un-ah, do you really not like me?”