When he could only guess at its size, he thought it was a weapon.
But once it was revealed, though its volume might seem intimidating, its shape was delicate and clean.
Just like his own face.
Even after all the playing around, the color of the penis was relatively light.
Both the hardness and angle were flawless, a healthy member with a subtle sheen glimmering at the glans.
And then, that scent.
From Yoon Jooho’s lower body wafted a heady aroma of sensual fragrance.
The shower gel and shampoo in the guest bathroom had a similar scent.
Now, the same fragrance must be rising from Song Hyunsoo’s own body as well.
But even if it’s the same scent, if its source is Yoon Jooho’s lower body, it’s a different story.
The most urban, yet somehow the most animalistic, addictive scent.
I want to press my lips to it.
I want to taste it, to suck it.
I want to see Yoon Jooho’s other self growing wild with excitement because of me.
It’s been a long time since my lust has surged not because I was looking for someone, but because a particular person stirred it up.
Reaching out, I gripped the base of that well-shaped thing.
I slid my lips over the smooth, distinctly shaped glans.
As my lips parted and it entered my mouth, my hips clenched tight.
At the same time, Yoon Jooho, who was stroking my thigh, dug deeper under the hem of the gown.
His hand, now close to my groin, pulled me up tight from below.
“Come down more. The position’s off.”
I’m going crazy.
Muttering inwardly, I shifted my hips back, closer to Yoon Jooho’s face.
“Ugh.”
Yoon Jooho lifted the hem of the gown and took Song Hyunsoo’s testicles into his mouth.
Feeling the warm, moist mucous membrane swirling around that sensitive area, Song Hyunsoo’s waist collapsed.
As he toppled forward, Yoon Jooho’s glans jabbed against his cheek.
Smooth pubic hair brushed his lips.
From that moment, they clung desperately between each other’s legs.
They tore away the thin veil of hesitation and shame, biting, sucking, and moving, completely immersed.
Yoon Jooho’s fellatio skills were considerable.
He sucked on the testicles just enough to feel good, then, because of their position, wrapped his fingers around the upside-down Song Hyunsoo’s penis and stroked it gently, as if milking an animal.
His fingers moved lightly and delicately, like tapping piano keys.
It was almost ticklish.
But once the erection was firm enough, he boldly scraped the glans with his tongue.
“Hng! Ngh, hmm.”
Song Hyunsoo, who was sucking on Yoon Jooho’s glans, was so startled it was as if someone had struck the back of his head, and he spit it out.
In an instant, all the blood rushed to his lower body.
And thinking that the tongue rubbing against his glans was Yoon Jooho’s…
“Uh, th-that, ngh… mm.”
Clinging to Yoon Jooho’s penis as if praying, he twisted his hips.
Yoon Jooho, with his left knee bent and leg raised, bounced his hips impatiently, as if urging him not to enjoy it alone but to hurry and take it in his mouth.
Yoon Jooho’s member, which had quickly grown in size, was now beyond what could be handled in his mouth.
His jaw was already aching.
They said it must be small.
Some men, jealous of Yoon Jooho, would sometimes say things like that, comforting themselves with petty words.
But God had a nasty habit of pouring all his creative energy into a select few humans.
They say even a beauty’s toes are beautiful.
Instead of giving Yoon Jooho a nasty temper, God bestowed him with perfect looks.
Even his manhood was excessively perfect.
Excessively.
He licked up the shaft, rubbed the glans with his lips and tongue, and could only mimic taking it in and out with about half of it in his mouth.
There was no way he could take it past his throat.
The pronounced rim of the glans might catch on his uvula and make him choke.
Instead, Song Hyunsoo rubbed it against the inside of his cheek.
Like sucking on a giant hard candy, he stuffed the organ into his cheek until it was bulging.
He tried to use the soft mucous membrane inside to give him as much pleasure as possible.
Yoon Jooho’s fully hardened member began to leak thin fluid.
“Haa, hng. Mph.”
It was the same for Song Hyunsoo.
Saliva and precum mixed, making Yoon Jooho’s mouth completely slick.
The feeling of his cock wrapped in the warm liquid was fantastic.
“Haaah, hmm.”
And unlike at first, when he moved teasingly, Yoon Jooho was now sucking with forceful vigor.
The suction was incredible.
He wanted to see Yoon Jooho’s face as he sucked his cock.
Song Hyunsoo pulled Yoon Jooho’s member from his cheek and bent his head low.
Between the open chest of his sagging gown, he could see Yoon Jooho’s sharp jawline looking down at him.
With both hands, Yoon Jooho caressed Song Hyunsoo’s buttocks broadly, while he took the cock in his mouth, deep past his throat, leaving only the glans before pushing it out again, over and over.
It felt as good as actual penetration.
Song Hyunsoo’s hips, suspended in the air, trembled violently.
“Ugh, ngh. Mmm. Haaah…”
His hips jerked on their own.
Yoon Jooho gripped the bouncing hips tightly with both hands and completely spit out the cock from his mouth.
The penis, released from Yoon Jooho’s lips, swung wildly back and forth.
The mixture of slick precum and Yoon Jooho’s saliva stretched thickly between the glans and his lips before snapping.
Yoon Jooho lowered his gaze and met Song Hyunsoo’s eyes, grinning slyly.
“How long’s it been since a guy sucked you here?”
Then he flicked the still-bobbing cock with his fingertip.
“Do you really… have to ask that now?”
“I’m trash, remember? And you’re shameless.”
“I don’t know. A year and a half? Two years?”
As if to spread his buttocks apart, both hands pulled at him, “Ugh!”, and a hot, wet tongue licked over that spot, over his anus, thickly.
Song Hyunsoo’s shoulders collapsed even lower.
“If it’s been two years… you must be really tight.”
The gaze inspecting that spot was intense.
Propped up on his elbows, looking down with his neck bent, Song Hyunsoo shook his head.
“Not there, seriously.”
“I know.”
Even as he said so, Yoon Jooho lingered there.
He didn’t just lick it once; he pressed his entire tongue to it and rubbed broadly.
It was hard to believe such acts came from that handsome face.
“Do you really, hng, know what you’re doing?”
“……For now.”
“Ah, you said you wouldn’t, so why do you keep… there…”
“What about you?”
He bit the flesh next to the tightly clenched hole with his sharp upper teeth.
“You say no, but why do you keep twisting your hips every time I suck here?”
If I think about it being your lips, your tongue, it just feels so good I could come right now.
So what am I supposed to do?
In an instant, Song Hyunsoo’s cock was swallowed into Yoon Jooho’s mouth again.
Hngh, Song Hyunsoo inhaled sharply and threw his head back.
Yoon Jooho pulled Song Hyunsoo’s hips down as they were.
“Uuuh… mm. Hngh.”
Song Hyunsoo groaned, crawling across the mattress.
In an instant, more than half of his cock was swallowed past the throat.
Yoon Jooho’s pharynx gulped, gulped, constricting the glans with pressure that made his knees tremble.
“Haa, no… haa! Hng!”
Song Hyunsoo lost strength in his supporting elbows and collapsed onto his side.
Without delay, Yoon Jooho flipped over and lay on his side as well.
“Mmm. Nngh.”
While lying on his side, Yoon Jooho pressed his cock against Song Hyunsoo’s trembling lips.
When he reflexively opened his mouth, Yoon Jooho pushed his glans in.
“Mm. Mmph.”
Then he roughly rummaged through Song Hyunsoo’s already disheveled gown.
Between the opened gown, he found and took Song Hyunsoo’s cock into his mouth.
Deep-throat began again.
As the glans slowly passed beyond his throat, tightly constricted, the sensation made him dizzy.
With the heat gathering in his lower body, Song Hyunsoo sucked hard on the glans in his mouth.
Even as fluid dripped from the corner of his lips, he didn’t spit it out.
Feeling Yoon Jooho both above and below heightened the stimulation even more.
Chuuup, chuup, chup.
Obscene sounds filled the space as they buried their faces between each other’s legs while lying on their sides.
Naturally, Song Hyunsoo reached climax first.
He couldn’t resist the strong constriction as his cock slipped out of the narrow throat and was pulled back in again.
“Mph! Mmm! Huph!”
He bent his outer knee and pointed his toes, his hips twisting in a strange way.
Almost simultaneously as Yoon Jooho spat out Song Hyunsoo’s cock, Song Hyunsoo also released Yoon Jooho’s.
Yoon Jooho’s penis, scraping past his teeth as it popped out, splattered semen everywhere.
“Haa, huh! Hngh!”
Yoon Jooho gripped Song Hyunsoo’s cock, which thrashed against the sheets, and stroked it skillfully so he could empty himself completely.
But he didn’t let up just because Song Hyunsoo went limp right after climax.
Yoon Jooho pushed his shoulders, laying Song Hyunsoo flat, then immediately climbed on top of his chest.
Pinning down his shoulders and arms with his calves and knees, he caught his breath, gazing down at Song Hyunsoo for a moment.
His eyes, halted at the peak of pleasure just before climax, were not normal.
Meeting that animalistic gaze, a spark instantly reignited inside Song Hyunsoo.
Hovering with his hips raised, supporting himself with his thighs, Yoon Jooho first traced his fingertips over Song Hyunsoo’s lips.
“Mmm… mmm. Mmm.”
Then, from his middle finger to index and ring fingers, he slowly pushed them into Song Hyunsoo’s mouth.
“Open up.”
At the tightly locked command, Song Hyunsoo parted his lips.
Like a doctor examining a patient, Yoon Jooho probed every corner of his mouth with a serious face.
He pressed down on the soft tongue, scraped along the edge of his teeth with his fingers, and traced his palate.
When he touched the soft palate at the back, it triggered a gag reflex.
Tears welled up reflexively at the corners of Song Hyunsoo’s eyes, glittering.
“Mmm. Mmm.”
When Song Hyunsoo grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled, he obediently withdrew his fingers from his mouth.
And this time, he slowly pressed his wet glans against Song Hyunsoo’s lips.