By Zephyria 
A deep, deep kiss began.
The moment Yoon Tae-hee swallowed Jae-gyeom’s lips as if to bite them, Jae-gyeom immediately opened his mouth and responded to the kiss. Yoon Tae-hee pulled out Jae-gyeom’s shrinking tongue and sucked it in hurriedly, swallowing the tangled saliva, indistinguishable as to whose it was. It was a desperate kiss, as if driven by a profound thirst.
When Yoon Tae-hee’s tongue swept across each tooth and finally scraped the roof of his mouth, Jae-gyeom closed his legs and let out a low moan.
“Hng, ugh….”
It was a wet, erotic kiss, several times more visceral than usual, with a clear sexual implication.
Yoon Tae-hee wants me.
This blatantly….
As the kiss intensified, Jae-gyeom felt the illusion that his heart was thumping right against his ears.
Throughout the kiss, Jae-gyeom panted like a child in a fight, repeatedly clutching and tearing at Yoon Tae-hee’s back and shoulders before letting go. Eventually, he gripped Yoon Tae-hee’s hair tightly in both hands and began pouring out kisses of his own, acting first. It was enough to make Yoon Tae-hee’s waist bend.
It felt as if the blood in his entire body was boiling.
He didn’t know what to do with this hot heat blooming inside him; his hands were trembling.
Overwhelmed by an intense lust he had never experienced in his life, Jae-gyeom fell into a mild panic. Before he knew it, his member was half-erect. He didn’t know what came next. He was just thinking that he wanted Yoon Tae-hee to do something about it.
At some point, Yoon Tae-hee pulled his lips away and slid his hand deep under Jae-gyeom’s armpit. Even though Yoon Tae-hee hadn’t said a word, Jae-gyeom lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Yoon Tae-hee’s neck as if jumping into his embrace. As he crossed his legs around Yoon Tae-hee’s waist, Yoon Tae-hee, as if he had been waiting, easily supported Jae-gyeom’s buttocks with both arms. Despite the fact that he was another man and likely quite heavy, Yoon Tae-hee seemed unfazed.
Yoon Tae-hee moved from the study to the bedroom, kissing every part of Jae-gyeom’s face as he carried him.
Not knowing what state of mind he was in, Jae-gyeom showered Yoon Tae-hee with kisses. Yoon Tae-hee seemed equally delirious, as the sound of things crashing echoed several times on the way to the bedroom. It seemed furniture kicked by their feet was rolling around.
By the time he regained his senses, he was on Yoon Tae-hee’s bed.
Yoon Tae-hee overlapped his body over Jae-gyeom’s and kissed him again.
Their tongues intertwined. Yoon Tae-hee slid his thigh between Jae-gyeom’s legs. As he did, Yoon Tae-hee’s member, which was swollen tight as if his pants were about to burst, rubbed directly against Jae-gyeom’s thigh.
It was proof of a thirst felt through the skin.
Felt through the fabric, Yoon Tae-hee’s member was heavy and hard. Realizing firsthand that Yoon Tae-hee was this aroused just from kissing him, a fire spread through Jae-gyeom’s body like a struck match. As the firm thigh pressed against Jae-gyeom’s crotch as if rubbing it, a moan escaped Jae-gyeom’s lips.
“Ah!”
It was then. A hand with protruding veins began to caress his entire body. The hand that had been stroking his lower back wandered aimlessly along the curve leading to his buttocks. Simultaneously, Yoon Tae-hee kissed his ear, nape, shoulder, and collarbone in succession, and upon reaching the folds of his skin, he buried his nose deep and inhaled his scent powerfully. This series of actions felt almost fetishistic and perverted.
The lips, descending slowly, stopped at his chest.
Yoon Tae-hee yanked up the top Jae-gyeom was wearing and stripped it off in one motion. The touch felt hurried. He then tossed the discarded t-shirt behind him carelessly.
Yoon Tae-hee immediately took Jae-gyeom’s nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
At the explicit and intense stimulation, Jae-gyeom unconsciously twisted his body and groaned.
“Ah!… Ngh….”
It was the first time his chest had ever been sucked.
Even to the inexperienced Jae-gyeom, Yoon Tae-hee’s stimulation was incredibly persistent. His chest wasn’t plump like a woman’s; there were only small protrusions, yet Yoon Tae-hee was utterly focused on Jae-gyeom’s flat chest.
He rolled the small piece of flesh in his mouth, licked it upward, bit it precariously with his teeth, rubbed it against the mucous membrane of his lips, and crushed it, changing directions with his tongue.
While Yoon Tae-hee stimulated his chest, Jae-gyeom’s shoulders intermittently jerked.
When Yoon Tae-hee first touched his chest, it was simply a tingling sensation. Until now, Jae-gyeom had lived without knowing that his chest was an erogenous zone. He had never had the opportunity to find out.
“Ah, ngh, hng! Wait a second….”
At some point, the stimulation hitting his chest began to transform into pleasure. It was the result of several minutes of persistent sucking and licking. To Jae-gyeom, this felt less like sex and more like development or training.
It was then, as a pleasure-drunk Jae-gyeom reached out to touch Yoon Tae-hee’s body.
Yoon Tae-hee suddenly grabbed Jae-gyeom’s wrist and whispered low in a cracked voice.
“No touching me. Stay still.”
With those words, Yoon Tae-hee nipped at Jae-gyeom’s wrist once and then abruptly pulled down Jae-gyeom’s pants without permission. Stripping off Jae-gyeom’s pants and underwear all at once, Yoon Tae-hee tossed the clothes out of the bed and grabbed both of Jae-gyeom’s legs. He then used strong force to press them back up toward his ears.
It was the first time Yoon Tae-hee had used such crude physical strength against him.
“Hey… wa-wait a second….”
With his waist half-folded and his buttocks completely exposed, Jae-gyeom was momentarily flustered.
Yoon Tae-hee’s face dove down….
“Hey, Yoon… Tae-hee!….”
Jae-gyeom struggled in horror.
A hot tongue was licking his hole indiscriminately. It was shocking enough to expose his private parts to someone for the first time in his life, but the moment he realized that those parts were being sucked by a mouth, Jae-gyeom turned pale.
No matter how much he liked him, he couldn’t understand how Yoon Tae-hee could suck him so without hesitation; he truly seemed to have lost his mind. He had never imagined he would act so violently and filthily.
As Jae-gyeom struggled, Yoon Tae-hee pinned him down with force to prevent him from escaping.
“Wa-wait… wait a minute!”
A humiliating and shameful sensation.
Amidst the frustration of having the control of his body stolen, Jae-gyeom gradually felt a subtle excitement. He didn’t know how to describe his emotions. The inner muscles of Jae-gyeom’s thighs began to tremble. He felt as if his mind was gradually turning white.
Then, at some point.
Yoon Tae-hee sat up abruptly and took a tube-shaped object from the nightstand drawer. He squeezed the tube, letting the substance flow down the cleft of Jae-gyeom’s buttocks. Jae-gyeom realized belatedly that it was gel.
It was just as Jae-gyeom, finally freed from Yoon Tae-hee’s grip, was panting and catching his breath.
Perhaps because his body was so heated, the gel touching his skin felt very cold. Yoon Tae-hee began to meticulously spread the gel around the hole using his finger. It was a completely different feeling from when he touched himself. For some reason, just having Yoon Tae-hee touch around the hole with his finger gave him a strange sense of exhilaration.
As Jae-gyeom’s half-erect member twitched in response, a finger pressed firmly around the hole.
“Ngh….”
At the unfamiliar sensation, Jae-gyeom flinched and trembled.
Yoon Tae-hee took his time, lingering as he massaged the hole. The hole, which had been tense and maintaining a tight elasticity, gradually grew accustomed to the sensation of being pressed. He felt a creeping itch deep inside.
Then, a single finger slowly entered through the tight gap.
In an instant, Jae-gyeom’s shoulders jerked.
He had tried inserting a finger before. It had felt trivial, and there was no sensation.
Or so he thought.
The presence was entirely different from when he had inserted his own finger. At the unfamiliar feeling, Jae-gyeom unconsciously tightened the hole. To that, Yoon Tae-hee whispered in his ear, “You have to relax.” However, Jae-gyeom had no idea how to relax. Then, Yoon Tae-hee spoke in a strained voice.
“Take a deep breath, Jae-gyeom. Hurry.”
As Jae-gyeom slowly steadied his breathing, Yoon Tae-hee leaned down and greedily sucked on Jae-gyeom’s chest. He then sucked the small protrusion as if biting it with his lips, rolling it with the tip of his tongue. Jae-gyeom unconsciously curled his toes and moaned. Heat began to gather around the small bud, and pleasure started to spread.
“Hng….”
As his senses were dispersed, the strength left the tightly closed hole. Taking advantage of that gap, Yoon Tae-hee began to slowly push his finger deep inside. As the finger went deeper, the feeling of a foreign object intensified, and Jae-gyeom unconsciously twisted his body. An exclamation he wasn’t aware of escaped from between his lips.
“Ah, ah….”
When the finger finally went all the way in, Jae-gyeom flinched and his hips lifted. Perhaps because Yoon Tae-hee’s fingers were so straight and long, it felt very strange even though only one finger had entered.
It was a sensation he had never experienced in his life.
Feeling the hot, plump inner walls tightly enveloping his finger without a single gap, Yoon Tae-hee clenched his teeth.
“Does it hurt?”
“No… it doesn’t, hurt….”
At those words, the finger began to stir around inside the narrow inner walls. Because Yoon Tae-hee was pressing various spots inside with his fingertip, Jae-gyeom unconsciously let out whimpering sounds. The finger slowly slid out and then pushed back in repeatedly, and at some point, the speed gradually increased. Every time the finger entered and exited the hole, the sensation of hitting the protruding knuckles was vivid.
“Hng, ngh, ah….”
In the dim room lit only by an indirect lamp, he alone was completely naked, panting breathlessly under Yoon Tae-hee’s touch. Jae-gyeom suddenly felt that this version of himself was incredibly unfamiliar and strange.