Seo Jeong-won could feel Kwon Tae-hee’s warmth and breath close to him.
As their eyes met in a lingering gaze, Jeong-won trembled slightly when Tae-hee wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Seo Jeong-won,” Tae-hee said.
“Yes…”
“Shall I take this off?”
Tae-hee gently tugged at the hem of Jeong-won’s loose t-shirt, asking for silent consent.
Jeong-won hesitated.
The lights were on, and it wasn’t even that late—though he knew refusal wasn’t an option, himself-consciousness made it difficult to comply easily.
“You’re hesitating.”
Tae-hee’s warm hand cupped Jeong-won’s blushing cheek, gently brushing near his reddened eyes.
With a kind, quiet voice, he said, “You’ll need to get used to feeling exposed around me. You’ll be like this often.”
“Have you… done this before?”
“No. I haven’t.”
As Tae-hee expected, Jeong-won was inexperienced.
Tae-hee smiled softly and lifted Jeong-won’s shirt.
His gaze calmly moved over Jeong-won’s slender torso.
The shirt fell to the floor, leaving Jeong-won’s pale skin exposed—it glowed like it had never seen sunlight.
His body looked untouched, private, and fragile.
Though his frame was delicate and lean, it wasn’t unattractive.
Tae-hee wondered if things might hurt a little, considering the lack of softness.
He gently ran his hand along Jeong-won’s skin, slow and thoughtful.
Soon, the rest of Jeong-won’s clothing was removed.
Tae-hee silently observed his figure—graceful, unblemished, and free of even the lightest body hair, giving an almost surreal impression of purity.
Even where one might expect a hint of roughness, there was nothing but smooth, fair skin.
“Nothing at all?”
“I was told it would come in later… I’m still waiting.”
Tae-hee chuckled at Jeong-won’s innocent answer.
It was almost cute—expecting something so unlikely.
“Maybe someday. When it does, show me how you shave.”
With that, the tense air between them softened.
Jeong-won’s nervous posture relaxed slightly.
Tae-hee continued exploring his figure with calm care, tracing the shape of his shoulders, arms, and the gentle rise of his chest.
His hand moved across Jeong-won’s stomach, barely brushing the dip of his navel.
Every time Tae-hee touched him, Jeong-won held his breath, lips pressed tight to stop any sounds from escaping.
When Jeong-won placed his hand lightly on Tae-hee’s shoulder, the man looked up from what he had been observing below.
“What is it?”
“It feels… strange.”
Tae-hee chuckled at the shy tone in Jeong-won’s voice.
“Your whole body is… beautifully made,” he said.
His eyes lingered on Jeong-won’s flushed face.
As he gently touched Jeong-won’s cheek, he leaned in and kissed him—softly, briefly—yet the simple gesture sent shivers down Jeong-won’s spine.
“Want to undress me?”
At those softly spoken words, Jeong-won, almost entranced, moved his hands toward Tae-hee’s robe.
After a moment of hesitation, he untied the belt.
As the robe loosened, he stole a glance at Tae-hee’s form and quickly flushed up to his ears.
His body was as flawless and sculpted as his face—almost unreal.
“Go ahead. You can touch.”
Tae-hee slipped one arm out of the robe and offered himself with an air of calm generosity.
Jeong-won, recalling he couldn’t refuse, slowly reached out.
His small hands, marked with light calluses, carefully explored Tae-hee’s chest.
His touch was gentle and hesitant—curious, but not driven by desire.
Tae-hee found the moment both amusing and endearing.
Most Omegas, even those inexperienced, weren’t quite this unpracticed.
He wondered, was Jeong-won really here for this?
“Have you… ever done anything with your mouth?”
“Wh-what…?”
“I guess it’s a bit much to ask someone who’s never even had proper experience. Have you even seen it done?”
As he asked, Tae-hee looked at Jeong-won’s lips and gently guided a finger into his mouth, exploring carefully, as if testing his response.
He traced the inner warmth, then slowly withdrew, watching as a trace of moisture remained.
“Sit on the floor for me?”
Startled by the request, Jeong-won’s eyes widened.
After blinking in confusion, he slowly lowered himself to the ground.
His hands rested awkwardly on his knees.
“Are you just going to wait for instructions every time?”
“Pardon?”
“If you’re going down, you need to know what to do.”
Tae-hee’s patience began to wear thin, though there was still a hint of amusement.
Jeong-won, still unsure, finally reached out to uncover what had been hidden beneath the robe.
What he saw made him hesitate.
It was unlike anything he’d ever seen—large, darker in color, and resting under a thick patch of hair.
The unfamiliar sight startled him, his expression subtly disturbed.
“Done looking? Then use your hands.”
Jeong-won snapped back to attention and clumsily obeyed.
The size was hard to manage—one hand couldn’t fully hold it.
Unsure whether to use both hands, he looked up, only for Tae-hee to lightly tap his cheek with a finger.
“Ah.”
“Ah…?”
As soon as the small sound escaped, Kwon Tae-hee’s hand reached around Seo Jeong-won’s head and gently pulled him closer.
Without hesitation, a delicate part pressed against his lips.
Startled, Seo Jeong-won closed his mouth tightly and bit down lightly.
“Seo Jeong-won, you can’t do that now.”
“H-hey, sorry…”
Kwon Tae-hee’s hand gently held the small head and pressed down.
What was barely inside now pushed a little deeper, about the length of a finger.
When his mouth was blocked, Seo Jeong-won’s body squirmed helplessly.
“Is it hard to breathe?”
“Huff… uh…”
Even though it was only a small part in his mouth, a cold sweat formed on his pale forehead.
Thin strands of hair stuck together.
Seo Jeong-won nodded desperately.
“You won’t actually suffocate just from this. So try to take it in a little more. Use your tongue to help.”
“Haah…”
Trying to take it in more clearly showed that he wouldn’t be able to fit it all.
Even now, he was struggling and choking a bit.
Every time the growing pressure scratched the roof of his mouth and touched his throat, Seo Jeong-won’s eyes grew watery and his back moved.
Kwon Tae-hee’s hand, which had been gently holding the back of his head, now cradled Seo Jeong-won’s face as he softly moved his lips around.
“Take it slow.”
“Ugh…”
“Try swallowing a bit more.”
Tears welled up and soaked his face as Seo Jeong-won shook his head.
His mouth was already full.
His jaw hurt from being stretched wide, and the bitter taste on his tongue made him feel nauseous.
His vision blurred quickly.
The tears streamed down his cheeks steadily.
His open mouth ached, and it was hard for him breathing properly.
Seo Jeong-won hadn’t expected this kind of experience when he thought about being close like this.
He didn’t understand why such an act was part of intimacy.
“Why are you crying? You’re making me soft.”
“Ugh…”
Kwon Tae-hee frowned.
Seo Jeong-won sobbed quietly while still holding onto him gently.
Wiping the wet tears off his cheeks, Tae-hee made him look up, and Seo Jeong-won reluctantly let go.
“Ah… it hurts.”
His lips were swollen, maybe even torn at the corners.
Seo Jeong-won cried so pitifully that he couldn’t even think about continuing.
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