TS 061

The nail pressing on his lip slid upwards. It was unclear whether it was intentional or because of the saliva. Through the parted teeth from speaking, a pale finger slithered in like a snake.

“Alright.”

Han Suryeon, pressing down on Yoon Taehwa’s tongue, fumbled at his thigh with his remaining hand. The suit, tailored with a little extra room for storage, was taut due to his erect penis.

“It would be sad if some other bastard took responsibility…”

The hand that was constricting the piece of flesh was quite rough. It was at the same time the fingers pressing on his tongue increased to two. The naturally pooled saliva touched his skin, making a wet sound. Yoon Taehwa didn’t just let the rude fingers pressing on his tongue be.

When he set his teeth to be moderately painful, the fingers that had been scraping the roof of his mouth slowly withdrew. Han Suryeon, as if to show off, stuck out his tongue and licked his own saliva-drenched fingers.

“Ha.”

At the blatant intention, Yoon Taehwa let out a hollow laugh and pulled the back of his head. The face that was crinkling its eyes in a smile quickly came closer.

He licked Han Suryeon’s lips and then gripped the butt he had been patting fiercely. Their bodies pressed even closer, and the fabric made a rustling sound.

“Ha… Are you turned on?”

When the person facing him put their hands on the windowsill, his body was naturally pushed back. It was a position where his back felt like it would hit the window at any moment. Yoon Taehwa supported his awkwardly perched posture with one hand and, with the remaining hand, grabbed and pulled apart the cheek that was just a short distance away.

“My dick is hard because I’m turned on.”

“Yeah, I’ll take responsibility.”

“I think I told you to just part your lips.”

His lips parted, revealing a pink tongue. Han Suryeon slowly stuck out his tongue. To think he’d provoke him with something like this.

Yoon Taehwa smirked and once again pulled the head he was holding. He sharpened his tongue and, pressing the piece of flesh that had popped out of his lips, finally swallowed the parted lips.

“Uht.”

When he scraped the delicate skin where blood vessels were concentrated with his teeth, Han Suryeon let out a faint moan. Yoon Taehwa rumbled his throat and moved his tongue as if swimming through ripples.

The moment he licked the moist mucous membrane inside his cheek and scraped the roof of his mouth, the other pressed his body closer. In order not to hit the window, he had no choice but to put strength into the arm that was supporting his upper body. The thought that they couldn’t get any closer was rendered meaningless as their legs became entangled. In the close-pressed posture, he could feel the other’s hot body heat from his thigh.

“Ha…”

The movement of his tongue was as slow as caressing a delicate lover. Yoon Taehwa didn’t rush, as if teaching a greenhorn who had lost his mind on his first kiss. The tongue that had traced his teeth wrapped around the piece of flesh that had been behaving itself, in its own way, and sucked softly, making a smacking sound.

It was a movement that was quite a contrast to the grip that was clutching the cheek of the person he was kissing. Breath mixed with breath, and a wet sound echoed in the quiet space. Likewise, when he languidly pulled his lips away, the wet flesh came apart, creating a sensual friction sound.

“Our Team Leader kisses so lewdly, doesn’t he?”

Han Suryeon, who had tilted his head askew, stretched the corners of his mouth in a more drawn-out tone than usual. Yoon Taehwa looked at the lips, drenched in his own saliva, and put strength into his index finger. The pale cheek was squashed, forming a dimple.

“If you want to see blood, just say so.”

When he mentioned the time he had bit his tongue in the dungeon, Han Suryeon’s eyes crinkled.

“Aren’t you going to choke me?”

He even grabbed the hand that was holding his cheek and pulled it down. It was now a posture of holding his neck, not his cheek.

“Want me to choke you? I don’t have a hobby of breath control. But I’ll do it if you ask.”

Yoon Taehwa asked, slightly choking him. He didn’t have a hobby of choking the person he was kissing, and he certainly didn’t have a hobby of S&M, but when Han Suryeon acted obediently, a desire similar to a desire for dominance welled up.

“I think it would be okay if you did it, Team Leader…”

The hand holding his wrist slowly crept up and covered the back of Yoon Taehwa’s hand. Han Suryeon lightly stroked the fine scars on it and lowered his eyelids.

“How about I make you unable to breathe, Team Leader?”

“Wh— uht!”

A hand suddenly came in between his butt and thigh, which had been leaning against the windowsill. Han Suryeon had lifted his entire body. Yoon Taehwa reflexively wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders and his legs around his waist, as if to bind him. It was a subconscious action in preparation for a physical fight.

Only after his body had moved first did he realize that Han Suryeon had been aiming for this action. Yoon Taehwa frowned and lowered his gaze. A face that was acting cute came into view.

“I told you I’d take responsibility for your dick, Team Leader.”

“I guess this is that responsibility.”

“I’ll try to suck it well.”

Fingers got tangled in his hair, and in an instant, their lips met. Yoon Taehwa didn’t push away the piece of flesh that had pierced his lips.

“Hut.”

As if to ask when he had ever been obedient, the movement, like thrusting in, was rather urgent. As if imitating what Yoon Taehwa had done to him just before, the tongue that had scraped the mucous membrane inside his cheek and the roof of his mouth immediately snatched the delicate flesh inside his mouth. The pink tongues, not wrapped in skin, tangled like snakes.

Every time Han Suryeon moved, their lips parted and met again, repeatedly, mashing each other’s delicate skin.

Kissing while holding the other, he might not know, but it was the first time he had been kissed while being held by the other. All sorts of things happen. When he laughed, rumbling his throat, Han Suryeon frowned and pulled his lips away.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Suryeon-ah.”

Yoon Taehwa, holding the lighter-colored hair, gestured with his head.

“Don’t ask useless things and just suck on my tongue.”

“I’d be happy to suck your tongue, Team Leader, but…”

The body that had been in the air landed on a soft mattress. Although he had never taken his eyes off the other, Yoon Taehwa easily noticed that he was sitting on a bed. He had grasped the structure of the room a long time ago. Even if it weren’t a bed, he could clearly see what was placed in which space in his mind.

“…how about sucking something else?”

The man, who had knelt at his feet without a second thought, raised his head over his thigh. Unlike last time, it was the direction where his genitals were stored. The pale face against the black suit was quite obscene.

Long eyelashes fluttered, as if staring at something, and a smooth hand touched the thigh he was leaning on.

“I want to suck on your sweet juice too, Team Leader.”

It was an obvious scheme. Yoon Taehwa, with a thin smile on his face, pushed back Han Suryeon’s bangs. The tips of his fingers headed for the long eyelashes.

“Suck it.”

“I’ll have to suck hard…”

Han Suryeon, who had slowly raised his head, pushed his pretty face between his legs. Sharp teeth bit the zipper of the suit and pulled it down, and two fingers easily undid the button. Yoon Taehwa just stroked the soft hair, as if stroking a dog.

“Your underwear is black.”

“What did you expect?”

When he asked, just raising the corner of his mouth, Han Suryeon blinked his eyes as if thinking for a moment.

“Mmm… Well, black suits you best, Team Leader.”

The hand that had been kneading his thigh casually pulled down his underwear. His erect penis popped out and hit his pale cheek.

“Ha.”

Yoon Taehwa, with a short, hollow laugh, frowned his eyebrows. It was because Han Suryeon had nonchalantly rubbed his penis on his cheek. The soft skin felt quite good.

“Your dick is big, Team Leader.”

A long hand unhesitatingly stroked the shaft. Yoon Taehwa let out a low breath. It was one thing to get hard from a kiss, but he hadn’t expected to get this turned on. The reason he had told the person who was talking about sucking his sweet juice to go ahead was also because he had thought he would stop in the middle. Whether it was Han Suryeon, or him.

He had never imagined he would get more turned on.

When he slanted his gaze downwards, he saw the tautly erect shape under the navy-blue suit. Han Suryeon also seemed to be quite turned on.

“How many times have you used it?”

Han Suryeon, who had been rubbing his cheek on the penis, asked, lowering his lips over it. At the damp sensation, which was subtly different from soft skin, Yoon Taehwa’s eyes narrowed. Sexual pleasure rose, and his lower abdomen hardened. The man, who had smiled languidly, put strength into his foot and, with his shoes still on, pressed down on Han Suryeon’s thigh.

“I’ve probably used it more than you.”

“Ah, you’re making me jealous…”

Even though the foot wrapped in leather couldn’t possibly feel the other’s body heat, it felt like heat was rising from the sole of his foot.

“Anyway, I’ll do it well.”

Han Suryeon licked the bulging vein on the penis long and smirked.

He fiddled with the slick fluid beaded on the head with his finger, then crinkled his eyes and parted his lips. The lips that had bitten into a ruby-red apple opened wide and swallowed the penis.

“Uht.”

Yoon Taehwa, with a faint moan, once again furrowed his brows. The tongue licked the shaft and advanced continuously. Every time his teeth grazed him, a tingling pain and a considerable pleasure arose. It was the first time he had received such a messy blowjob, but strangely, his excitement was racing.

“Hut…”

As if the penis filling his mouth was quite a burden, Han Suryeon let out a pained sound. As soon as he lowered his eyelids, their eyes met. The ends of his narrowed eyes were red. The beauty mark dotted below them twitched.

“Our little Suryeon… Uht.”

When he called his name, the force pressing on the penis intensified. The penis, surrounded by moist mucous membrane, twitched greatly. As if it was too much to take it all the way in, Han Suryeon slowly pulled his head back. After retreating to a position where it was easier to move his tongue, he licked the bulging vein and began to move his head obediently.

“You’re, ha… surprisingly clumsy.”

Yoon Taehwa thinly pulled at his lips, a sneer at the end of them. Apart from being clumsy, it did feel good. As he admired the pretty face with tears welling up and touched his hair, long fingers dug into the heel of his shoe. It was the shoe that was precisely pressing on Han Suryeon’s penis.

“If you were used to sucking a man’s dick…”

Han Suryeon, who had pulled his face away for a moment, licked the head as if eating an ice cream and moved his lips.

“…that wouldn’t be right.”

At the same time, the perfectly fitted shoe rolled on the floor. Without him knowing, the neatly tied laces had come undone. Thanks to that, Yoon Taehwa was able to press the penis that was erect inside the clothes with his sock-clad foot. When he deliberately put strength into it, Han Suryeon, even though it must have hurt, didn’t even frown, but languidly licked his lips.

“I wouldn’t be sucking it if it wasn’t your dick, Team Leader.”

A laugh that sounded like a puff of air escaped from between his lips. The moment the hot mucous membrane was about to take in the head again, Yoon Taehwa put strength into the hand holding his hair.

“I don’t think I can come with just this, Suryeon-ah.”

“I’m a fast learner. Just wait a little. I’ll make you come.”

“Take it off.”

When he put strength into his foot, he could feel the hard shape that seemed like it would break through the suit at any moment. Yoon Taehwa twisted his lips arrogantly and gestured with his head.

“I’ll be the one to make you come.”

“Ah… You, Team Leader?”

Han Suryeon, who had smiled bewitchingly, lowered the zipper in the same posture, kneeling at his feet. Yoon Taehwa just lowered his gaze. The moment the penis he had been stepping on popped out, held by his hand, his handsome eyebrows furrowed. The mole below his lip twitched and drew a diagonal line.

“Why are you looking at it like that? Because it’s as pretty as my face?”

“Our little Suryeon…”

Yoon Taehwa moved his foot and gently pressed the tautly erect penis.

“You’re uncut?”