TS 062

He had never closely observed another person’s genitals, but it was the first time he had seen an uncut one. Where there should have been coarse pubic hair, there was only clean, pale skin. Except for the bulging veins that extended towards the stomach, it felt so soft and smooth.

“Do you like it?”

Han Suryeon asked in a saccharine tone, holding his ankle in his hand. His jet-black pupils slowly moved up along the penis. Yoon Taehwa furrowed the front of his eyebrows.

“What’s the point of you liking it?”

From what he saw under the towel, and the feeling of its bulk against his thigh, he knew it wasn’t of an ordinary size, but he hadn’t expected it to be this much.

“Big is good, isn’t it?”

At the nails scraping his Achilles tendon, a ticklish feeling rose from his ankle. Regardless of whether he was pressing on his genitals with his foot, Han Suryeon rubbed his cheek on Yoon Taehwa’s dick and gently softened his eyes.

“It would have to be of a reasonable size to be good,” Yoon Taehwa retorted, his cheek twitching. It was none of his business, and it was a given that large male genitalia were preferred wherever you went, but with something that size, it seemed he would have to use a bumper for the sake of his partner when having sex.

When his thoughts reached that point, he found himself ridiculous. How on earth did I end up sitting here evaluating another man’s genitals?

“As long as the Team Leader likes it, it doesn’t matter…”

“Uht.”

The end of his fluttering words was slurred. It was because Han Suryeon had parted his lips and taken the head into his mouth. Yoon Taehwa furrowed his brows and let out a sensual sigh. Force was naturally put into his body.

The same went for his foot. The precum that had flowed from the smooth-colored penis soaked the ascetic-feeling black sock.

“Haa… So… what’s the point of you liking it?”

It seemed the words that he was a fast learner were not a lie.

As if he had judged that it would be too much to take it all in at once, Han Suryeon licked the tip intensively. Following the writhing of the penis, his pale cheeks bulged as if he were holding a gumball. The dick, wet with saliva, slipped out from between his red lips.

The lips that had let out a shallow cough drew an arc and whispered.

“If I’m going to fuck with you, Team Leader, I have to be to your liking.”

“I don’t recall ever saying I’d fuck Han Suryeon.”

Yoon Taehwa smiled askew and moved his foot. The fingers that had been rubbing his Achilles tendon slowly crept up and disappeared into his sock. Soon, the black sock fell toward the floor where his shoe was rolling.

“Mmm, now?”

A hot body heat touched the sole of his foot. The bulging vein on the penis could be felt perfectly on his skin. Yoon Taehwa glanced down. He could somewhat understand the question that had been asked if his penis was pretty.

“This is ridiculous, seriously…”

He was dumbfounded by himself for understanding. To think he would have such thoughts looking at another man’s dick.

“Hm?”

“I thought your dick resembles you too, Han Suryeon.”

Perhaps because of the pale skin, the head, where the blood had rushed, was a deep pink. It was a color that made the intimidatingly large penis look at least less dangerous. Even that seemed like Han Suryeon, so a hollow laugh escaped him. He only looked pretty on the outside; in reality, he was no different from a weapon.

“Ah… Pretty?”

Yoon Taehwa bared his teeth and smiled. When he deliberately spread his toes and pressed the penis firmly, Han Suryeon’s expression faintly crumpled. It was unclear whether it was due to excitement or the pain of his penis being pressed.

“You say ‘pretty’ so easily?”

“I thought it might work on you, Team Leader.”

Unlike his furrowed brow, his eyes were curved gently. A face that looked like it would be wagging a non-existent tail was about to part its lips again. Yoon Taehwa put strength into his knee, restraining him, and gripped the stiffly erect penis.

“Lucky you, huh? You even get to see the Team Leader masturbate in front of you?”

“It’s a high price, so be grateful.”

“Yes, I’ll appreciate it well and return it to you.”

The blowjob wasn’t bad, but he had no desire to shove it into a clumsy person’s mouth. Yoon Taehwa looked down at Han Suryeon, who was kneeling at his feet, and stroked his penis. The hand that had snatched his ankle made his bare skin rub against his dick.

“Haa…”

To think the day would come when he’d masturbate in front of a fellow Esper. Yoon Taehwa leisurely stroked the shaft down and bit back the moan that was trying to escape between his teeth. The hot body heat rising from the sole of his foot and the feeling of the writhing piece of flesh swept through his whole body.

He was confused whether the protruding sensation he felt on his skin was the vein on his penis or Han Suryeon’s dick. His breathing gradually quickened, and a vein bulged on his forehead. When their eyes met, Han Suryeon muttered a low mutter. It sounded like a curse.

“Do you want to cum on my face?”

“Ha.”

The lips that had been pressed between his teeth slipped out, and a low breath escaped. The friction sound of the flesh shaking intensified.

“Fuck…”

Yoon Taehwa bit his lip and came. The semen, gushing out, splattered onto the pale face. It was because Han Suryeon had snatched the wrist that had been about to grip the head.

“Haa, what… hoo, what is this?”

Yoon Taehwa asked, looking down at his captured wrist. No matter how much Han Suryeon had told him to cum on his face, he had no intention of actually coming on his face. If his wrist hadn’t been caught, the semen would have splattered on his own palm, not the pale face.

He rolled his eyes and saw slowly rising eyelids. The white fluid was clinging to the long, light-colored eyelashes.

“I told you I’d suck your sweet juice, Team Leader.”

“I don’t know how much you’re planning to suck.”

Yoon Taehwa, who had taken off his jacket, wiped the semen-stained face with the expensive suit. The white liquid that had soaked into the black fabric was quite obscene. He undid the cufflink of his shirt and gestured with his head towards the bed.

“Get on.”

He had finished with masturbation, but since he had used Han Suryeon’s mouth and even poured it on his face, he had to do something about that menacingly erect penis. Yoon Taehwa sat perched askew on the mattress and lowered his gaze to undo the other cufflink. Han Suryeon, who had slowly stood up, slyly came up and pulled his waist.

“Uht.”

As he was suddenly lying on the bed, his brow naturally furrowed.

“Can I masturbate while looking at your face, Team Leader?”

The man who had dug between his legs made a harmless expression and tilted his head. The suit pants were tangled, but there was no rustling sound of fabric like before.

“I think I asked you then if you were confident you could handle the aftermath.”

“I told you I’d try…”

A soft cloth brushed against the slightly exposed bare skin of his lower back. He knew it was Han Suryeon’s suit without looking. Yoon Taehwa, instead of making the effort to sit up, just lowered his gaze. Perhaps because he was looking up from below, his dick looked even bigger.

“I said get on, not get on top of me.”

“When you said get on, I thought you meant to get on top of you, Team Leader.”

The navy-blue suit dug right under his butt. It was because Han Suryeon had pressed his body against him and leaned his upper body forward. Yoon Taehwa, instead of the arm that was placed next to his face, just stared at the approaching eyes. As the one on top bent his waist, their genitals naturally met.

“Are you trying to fuck?”

Yoon Taehwa let out a low laugh and lowered his hand. When he unhesitatingly gripped the huge piece of flesh, he felt a hot body heat. Perhaps because the skin of his hand was thinner than his foot, the menacingly bulging veins felt excessively vivid.

“Ugh.”

When he squeezed hard, Han Suryeon let out a faint moan. He could feel its size more than when he had pressed it with his foot. How does he walk around with something like this? It was obvious that he, like him, wore a restraining strap on his inner thigh.

“You said you’d fuck, Suryeon-ah.”

Yoon Taehwa held Han Suryeon’s penis and his own, which had become erect again, in one hand. Even though his hands were large, it was a struggle to grab them at once. When he drawled, he saw a face looking down at him with a blank expression. Unlike his narrowed eyes, his cheeks were flushed.

“Do it.”

When he moved his hand, the pieces of flesh bumped against each other, making a slick sound. At the feeling, which was distinctly different from a person’s mucous membrane, Yoon Taehwa’s expression faintly crumpled. Excitement arose every time the hot, hard piece of flesh rubbed against his dick.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, I’ll listen well.”

As if he had been waiting for the command, Han Suryeon began to thrust his hips. A hand that had suddenly come up grabbed and pulled apart Yoon Taehwa’s cheeks.

“Uht!”

As his lips were mashed by the one who had rushed in, a moan escaped. Han Suryeon pierced the naturally parted mouth. He was out of his mind with the piece of flesh that was snatching his tongue and the movement that was thrusting up from below. He tried to catch his breath properly, but it was almost impossible because his mouth was blocked.

Following the thrusting of his hips, the speed at which their genitals rubbed against each other began to increase. The dicks writhing in his hand felt hot enough to burn. Yoon Taehwa removed the hand that had been holding their genitals and pushed Han Suryeon away.

“Haa, you have to, give me a moment, to breathe. …Uht!”

“Alright.”

Han Suryeon, who had answered obediently, stopped his movements and then squeezed their touching genitals tightly. Yoon Taehwa swept back his fallen hair, as if to say ‘go ahead’.

“You just breathe, Team Leader. I’ll do my thing.”

A suitable grip pressed on their genitals. Every time the large hand moved, the curve of the fingers wrapped around the dicks could be felt perfectly.

“Fuck…”

Yoon Taehwa let out a curse without realizing it. As if he had confirmed that he had caught his breath, Han Suryeon immediately lowered his lips.

His excitement reached its peak because of the tongue that was ravaging the inside of his mouth as if to eat him up, the hand that was kneading his dick, and the piece of flesh that was thrusting up on it. Yoon Taehwa, instead of holding back the sexual desire he hadn’t felt in a long time, moved his hips along with Han Suryeon’s thrusts.

The precum, which he didn’t know whose it was, mixed together, making slick and wet sounds.

The sensual friction sound didn’t just come from below. When he sucked on the tongue that had entered his mouth, a similarly obscene sound came out. Yoon Taehwa easily snatched the dominance and, in the brief moment their lips parted, thrust his tongue into Han Suryeon’s mouth. His penis gushed, spewing semen.

“Ha…”

When their lips parted, a shallow moan came out. Han Suryeon, who had straightened his waist, slowly stroked his throbbing dick and moved his lips.

“Can I, ha, cum, on you, Team Leader?”

His shirt was a mess from having rolled around in a suit. Yoon Taehwa roughly pushed back his bangs, which had become wet in a short time, and raised his lips diagonally.

“If you’ve fucked, Suryeon-ah…”

Han Suryeon squinted one eye. His long eyes were drawn even longer, and his beauty mark twitched.

“…you should just cum instead of thinking about the aftermath.”

“Haa…”

Even knowing that the semen would splatter up to his cheek, Yoon Taehwa didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he parted his lips and slowly licked the white fluid that had splattered below them.

The pretty face cumming was quite a sight.