UR Chapter 95

Chapter 95

“Ah, Beom-ho, Mr. Beom-ho…!”

Lying on the dining table, there was nowhere for I-bom to retreat to.

The pajama bottoms that had been bunched below his knees slid smoothly down his calves, stopping precariously at his rounded ankles. When he stretched his feet and spread his toes, his underwear clung only to his heels. The thin cotton was already worn thin, looking as if the slightest tug would rip it to shreds. Panting, I-bom lifted his foot, trying to maneuver his ankle so he could slip the underwear back on.

“Yes. I’m right here.”

Beom-ho, who had been pressing his face down with steady pressure against I-bom’s cheek, stopped and grabbed his ankle. As if reading his thoughts, he pulled away the underwear that had been hanging on precariously and dropped it to the floor.

Along the trembling curve of his inner thigh, thick saliva dribbled down. Excitement clouded I-bom’s mind, and precum spilled from him uncontrollably, leaking in a steady stream as though something in him had broken.

“Hhh, hhht, please…!”

He tried to escape, shifting his hips and squeezing his thighs together, but it was useless. His cock couldn’t slip free from between the other man’s lips. Beom-ho pressed along the vein beneath it, pushing the entire sac into his mouth as his tongue moved inside.

“Mm…!”

The urge to release crashed into I-bom like a wave. He wanted to cry.

Never had he imagined that a handsome, clean-cut man would kneel before him and suck his cock. And it didn’t stop there—Beom-ho had unzipped his own pants, gripping his shaft in one hand. The sight was dizzying. To have his own cock in someone’s mouth while watching that man stroke himself was almost unbearable in its intensity.

“Hhht… hoo…”

Panting, Beom-ho stroked himself. Through half-lidded eyes, I-bom stole a glance at his frighteningly large shaft. With its prominent veins and sheer girth, it was so big that even Beom-ho’s large hand could barely wrap around it. Could it even be called the same “thing”? No—compared to his own small, pink shaft, this was a dangerous weapon.

…Wait. Was that why he’d measured my belly earlier—just to see how far that would fit inside?

I-bom’s face twisted at the thought, his eyes darting to the veined, rigid length between Beom-ho’s legs. No… no way. He’s not that kind of person…

“A-ah… s-something’s wrong, I… I think I’m… gonna—”

The movements around his cock didn’t stop, and I-bom grew frantic. He wasn’t used to being touched there, so the sensation of a tongue against it was strange and overwhelming. The alternating soft licks and strong sucks were gentle but relentless. The serpent-like tongue rubbed and pressed along the thick shaft, and the heat built in him until there was no turning back. The heavy pull of release rose from deep inside.

“Mmph…! Hhh, mmph…!”

He spread his toes rigidly, stifling a scream. He didn’t want to climax. He hardly ever touched himself, so when he did, the thick semen fell heavily—and the thought of spilling that into the other man’s mouth was mortifying. But Beom-ho’s firm teeth grazed his flushed tip, as if to say he could see right through his thoughts. Then he murmured softly,

“Come. Just like when I fed you earlier… it’s a natural bodily function.”

“Hhh, ah, n-no…!”

Flustered, I-bom pushed at his head with both hands, but Beom-ho didn’t budge, as if the resistance was nothing more than a light touch. I-bom shook his head quickly, restless and desperate.

“Why? Holding it in is bad for you. It’s fine, I-bom.”

“N-no, that’s not it, it’s… it’s dirty…!”

With the shaft still in his mouth, Beom-ho whispered low, and the rounded ridge of the glans was rubbed firmly. The cock trembled, its most sensitive point tightening sharply. The restraint he’d fought so hard to keep crumbled beneath the sharp jolt of stimulation.

“Ah! Hhh, mmph…!”

In the end, he couldn’t hold it back, his hips arching deeply. The release he’d been suppressing burst forth. The intensity of it made his body tremble uncontrollably, like a leaf in the wind.

Beom-ho, watching him, calmly sucked him through it. Even when I-bom began to cry, he shamelessly licked up and swallowed every trace of the milky-white fluid that had spilled down to his sac.

Smooch.

He pressed a light kiss to I-bom’s cheek. I-bom, feeling the lukewarm smear of his own release there, let his body go slack.

The first time his back had touched the cold marble table, the chill had raised goosebumps. Now, after the heat of release, the cool surface felt just right for bringing his temperature back down.

* * *

With his face red as a tomato, I-bom cupped his cheeks and let out a few deep sighs, when suddenly, the low hum of a vibration rang out from somewhere. He fumbled around until his hand found his phone.

Following the buzzing sound, he glanced at the screen—only for his face to go pale. The name displayed at the top was “Grandma.”

“M-my grandma’s calling… Just a second.”

Like a kid caught doing something bad, I-bom’s face flushed deeper. His darkened expression carried the awkward worry of someone who absolutely could not let it be known what he’d just been doing with Beom-ho.

“Um… what time is it right now?”

He cast a quick glance toward the window. Beom-ho checked the small timer fixed to the kitchen wall.

“Ten minutes to ten.”

“What?! Really? I’m dead…”

“Are you very late?”

“I… didn’t tell her I was going out.”

Muttering under his breath, I-bom rubbed the back of his head. His hair was a mess, damp with sweat. He raised a finger toward Beom-ho in a silent ‘be quiet’ gesture before turning away to answer the call.

“H-hello?”

—Hey, I-bom, where on earth are you?

Even with the phone’s volume turned down as low as possible, his grandmother’s sharp, angry voice rang out. She was always worried and strict. When she’d been hospitalized for a while, he’d enjoyed some freedom, but whenever she was home, she demanded to know exactly where he was going. If he didn’t say, her scolding would come fast. Biting his lower lip, I-bom spoke in a small, furtive voice.

“G-grandma, I’m with a friend right now. I’ll call you back in a bit.”

He was used to being scolded, but with Beom-ho right there, he was uneasy. He didn’t want the man who always called him cute and pretty to hear that, at home, he was just a troublemaker who got told off all the time.

Beom-ho’s raised eyebrow seemed to ask what was going on. I-bom gave an awkward smile and inched a bit farther away.

—What does being with a friend have to do with calling me back? Stop with the nonsense and get home right now!

“Yes, okay… I’m sorry. I was having fun with my friends and forgot to tell you.”

The excuse tumbled out with a nervous smile. Normally, he wouldn’t have thought twice about saying something like that, but in front of Beom-ho, the words came hesitantly.

—Tsk, why are you so scatterbrained? I haven’t been able to reach I-jun for days and I’m worried, but are you even thinking about your brother?

With nothing to say, he rubbed the back of his head again. Her words pricked at his chest. She worried when his brother didn’t answer calls—but when he himself went missing for a while, did she ever worry? Or did she only get angry?

“Ah… I can’t get through to him either…”

He trailed off, suddenly remembering that his brother’s mess was the reason he’d been struggling lately. He’d told himself over and over not to expect anything, but maybe he’d grown used to the sweet attention Beom-ho had shown him these past few days. What had never bothered him before now left him oddly dejected.

—Instead of worrying about your brother, you’re out wandering around? How much money do you think you’re making anyway? You just waste it all playing with your friends. If you have time, you should be looking for him.

Not realizing what he lacked, he’d gone on living cheerfully. But now, recalling the warmth of those kind arms holding him, a bitter smile tugged at his lips. It was obvious his grandmother wouldn’t understand even if he said he was hurt, so it was better to just agree and get home quickly.

“I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.”

—If someone at home is worrying, you should at least think about coming back early! The world’s dangerous these days, tsk.

“…I lost track of time talking. I’m sorry. I’ll be home soon.”

Not wanting to hear more, I-bom quickly hung up. Maybe his mood was contagious—before long, his face had gone stiff enough that it was hard to hide.

“…I’m sorry.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked at Beom-ho. He’d probably heard everything. Even though he’d lowered his voice, a tiger beastman’s sharp hearing would have picked it up easily. If Beom-ho had stayed quiet, it was probably out of courtesy. Embarrassed, I-bom dropped his gaze to the floor.

The spotless house, once so free of any sign of human presence, was now a mess. All it had taken was a few rounds of heavy breathing and rolling around together, and the once-gleaming marble floor was littered with spilled food and chopsticks. Forcing an awkward smile, I-bom bent to pick up a fallen pair of chopsticks.

“I’ll… clean up before I go. Marble floors get stained if you don’t wipe them quickly.”

“It’s fine. But shouldn’t you be heading out now? I don’t want you getting in trouble with your grandmother because of me. I’ll take you home.”

“Ah, you don’t have to…”

I-bom blinked, shifting awkwardly. His face flushed again—it was clear now that Beom-ho had heard everything, and that only made him more self-conscious.