“Ugh, my butt…”
“Mmm, Kang Hakyung’s butt is delicious.”
Smack.
The distinct sound of lips smacking echoed brazenly from directly behind him.
Hakyung secretly shrieked internally at the unsettlingly direct attitude that truly seemed like he was about to take a literal bite, and he instinctively wiggled his bottom, desperately trying to create even a minuscule distance between them.
Alas, he couldn’t escape even five precious centimeters before his butt was bitten again, a soft nip that nonetheless sent shivers down his spine.
“Pretty.”
“Hmph, haa…”
He hadn’t done anything remotely strenuous, yet his breath was already catching in his throat, his lungs burning.
Hakyung, who had been heaving for what felt like an eternity, slowly and cautiously straightened his body, which had been defensively curled up to the side.
His bent knees were beginning to ache, a dull throb that demanded attention.
Because of this slight shift, Hakyung’s cute, innocent penis, which had been so carefully and protectively hidden, subtly made an appearance.
It seemed to have received as much potent stimulation and awakened as much inherent strength as any other male appendage would under such intense circumstances.
“Can we take a break?”
“A break? What have we even done to warrant a break?”
“What do you mean ‘what have we done’? We’ve done, we’ve done everything!” Hakyung cried out, a raw, wronged protest escaping his lips.
He’d been utterly stripped naked, his nipples had been expertly sucked, and his butt had been unapologetically bitten! What more could possibly be left?
“We haven’t even begun yet. Come here.”
Muheon, with a casual dismissiveness that irked Hakyung, lightly brushed aside his plea and patted his thigh, still comfortably seated on the bed.
In a truly underhanded and almost infuriating move, Muheon’s shirt sleeve remained impeccably in place, not even a single wrinkle disturbing its pristine line.
Hakyung bit his lip, a gesture of nervous anticipation, and hurried towards Muheon on his knees, his movements a blend of eagerness and apprehension.
He bumped into Muheon with all his might, a desperate attempt to displace him, but the man’s firm, unyielding body didn’t even budge, as if it hadn’t absorbed any impact whatsoever.
“I’m going to strip you too.”
Hakyung’s small, white hands, surprisingly determined, gripped Muheon’s top.
His movements were so unexpectedly rough and forceful that if this wasn’t the confines of a motel room, one might genuinely think he was trying to pick a full-blown fight.
He struggled with a frustrated grunt, exerting considerable effort to take off Muheon’s shirt, but it proved to be an unexpectedly difficult task.
Far from successfully stripping his formidable boss, Hakyung found his own vulnerable center firmly and unexpectedly gripped by a large, powerful hand.
“Hmph…”
Hakyung’s hands, suddenly deprived of all strength, went completely limp from the intense and wholly unexpected stimulation that coursed through him.
“Why? Keep going.”
“Ugh…!”
With one corner of his mouth curving upwards in a knowing smirk, the man subtly tilted his chin, a silent command.
But Hakyung was now frozen solid, transformed into an immovable block of ice, utterly unable to move even a single fingertip.
He could only roll his eyes downwards, a frantic movement in his immobile state.
The boss’s hand was so incredibly large that he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of his own penis beneath its overwhelming grip.
Hakyung, whose male pride was now severely bruised and deflated, furrowed his brows in a mixture of indignation and helplessness.
Regardless of Hakyung’s internal turmoil, Muheon was diligently busy kneading and rolling Hakyung’s testicles in his palm, treating them like precious hard candies.
How utterly cute and remarkably squishy the small, soft dick felt in his hand.
He felt an overwhelming urge to roll it in his hand forever, as if he could do so for an eternity.
For Muheon, who hadn’t shown much more than a fleeting interest in other people’s bodies for what felt like hundreds of years, this was a completely novel and utterly captivating sensation.
“Hah! Ugh!”
The melodic moans that followed in a clear, resonant voice only added to the surging excitement, making the moment perfect.
Muheon simultaneously sucked Hakyung’s nipple with his mouth while skillfully touching his penis with his hand.
He was completely lost in a state of pure ecstasy, utterly oblivious to anything else.
Hmph…
His pride, momentarily bruised by the seemingly insignificant size of his own member in Muheon’s large hand, was swiftly forgotten as Hakyung completely lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure the man was bestowing upon him, letting out involuntary moans.
The earlier, fleeting thought of fairly stripping his boss was long gone, a distant memory obliterated by sensation.
“Get… get out! Ugh…!”
His penis, which he typically didn’t masturbate very often, was sufficiently stimulated by just a few expert touches and rolls, and it suddenly squirted out white fluid in a powerful gush.
Both Hakyung, who came in an instant, and Muheon, who received the warm, viscous fluid in his palm, were momentarily silent, the air thick with unspoken sensations.
“Th-that is…! No, I…!”
“So fast.”
“I-I’m not premature, you know?”
“Oh, you know that word?”
Muheon smiled playfully, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and gently kissed Hakyung’s lips.
He didn’t even contemplate wiping the palm that had received the semen, instead, he continued to relentlessly knead Hakyung’s penis, an unyielding rhythm.
Hakyung, who staunchly maintained he wasn’t premature, nevertheless had come immediately after being touched, and then freaked out as his whole body went utterly limp from the ensuing exhaustion and intense release.
“Ugh, why are you rubbing that! You need to wipe it!”
“What’s the big deal?”
“Wipe it! It’s dirty, dirty!”
Hakyung finally managed to summon enough strength to pull the boss’s persistent hand off his penis, then immediately urged him to wipe it quickly, his voice laced with urgency.
“Tissue, I’ll get some tissues. Just a moment.”
***
It was precisely when Hakyung, who had gracefully wriggled down from the man’s firm thigh, was making his way towards the nightstand.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Muheon stuck out his bright red tongue and began to sensuously lick his palm.
It wasn’t just a single lick, but multiple, deliberate sweeps.
He licked as if he was savoring the most exquisitely delicious honey, with an almost predatory determination, as if he wouldn’t leave a single, precious drop behind.
Hakyung, who had already let one leg dangle precariously off the side of the bed, instantly turned to stone, utterly rigid.
His earlier moment of freezing when his penis was gripped now seemed like a remarkably light and insignificant episode compared to this profound shock.
He—he ate it…!
“Ugh!” Hakyung shrieked, a raw cry of disbelief escaping his throat, and instinctively grabbed Muheon’s hand.
But to his utter dismay, all the semen he’d ejaculated had already been completely consumed, vanishing into the man’s mouth.
The end, the absolute end, the situation irrevocably concluded.
Hakyung looked at Muheon with an expression of profound loss, as if he had lost everything in the world.
At the corner of his large, expressive eyes, a single, glistening tear hung precariously, whether from intense excitement or searing anger, it was impossible to tell.
Muheon swallowed audibly, a loud gulp, cleanly getting down every last trace that had remained in his mouth, leaving nothing behind.
“It tastes pretty good, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t say it! Don’t say it!”
It felt as though something ripped straight from a hardcore adult film was unfolding vividly before his very eyes, and Hakyung felt like he was genuinely going insane.
The Hakyung , who was only wild and unrestrained in his mind, was a complete and utter novice compared to Muheon, who was clearly a seasoned master in both his thoughts and his actions.
Even while passionately asking for his nipples to be sucked, he felt a surge of fear when his penis was gripped, and while he adored kissing, he had never once in his wildest imagination conceived of consuming semen.
However, Hakyung, trembling uncontrollably like a frightened puppy, still continued to step forward, one hesitant foot after another.
It was undeniably unfamiliar and deeply embarrassing, but he found that he simply didn’t feel the desire to run away.
Showing his awkwardness and inexperience in front of his lover once was more than enough.
Hakyung, having made his quiet, personal decision, slowly opened his arms, a gesture of surrender and invitation.
As if he had been waiting for precisely this moment, the man’s firm, powerful arms immediately wrapped around him, pulling him into a secure embrace.
Sitting once again on his boss’s firm, unyielding thigh, Hakyung shared a long, languid, and deeply satisfying kiss, and then crooked his eyes as if utterly content.
An intense, passionate kiss was now as effortlessly enjoyable as eating a cold bowl of soup.
Smooch, smooch.
Hakyung, who even deliciously sucked the tongue without being explicitly asked, moved his hands with purpose and began to lightly fumble over Muheon’s broad, muscular back.
This was because, to his mild annoyance, he was still completely naked while his boss remained impeccably dressed.
His boss had effortlessly stripped off his clothes earlier, but Hakyung, despite his best efforts, always seemed to fail in his attempts to return the favor.
“B-boss, h-hng.”
“Hmm?”
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off? Do you perhaps have a magnificent dragon tattooed on your back or something equally grand?”
Hakyung closed his eyes, pressing light kisses on Muheon’s chin as he voiced his lingering doubts.
Or perhaps, he mused internally, his boss was simply embarrassed about the elusive eel scales that might unexpectedly pop out at any given moment…?
He kept that last thought strictly to himself.
It was at the very moment Hakyung placed his fingers delicately on a button of Muheon’s shirt.
Muheon naturally took Hakyung’s hand, gently pulling him closer, and sealed their lips together.
The kiss began to flow seamlessly, like water, and once again, Hakyung failed to successfully strip his boss’s clothes.
What did it truly matter if he was dressed or not?
Rubbing lips with him was an exquisite pleasure, so utterly enjoyable.
Soon, a kaleidoscope of small, sparkling stars began to dance and fly around in Hakyung’s mind, completely engrossed in the overwhelming bliss of the kiss.
“Hmph, ohh.”
“Haa.”
Tingle. Hearing his boss’s excited, breathy sigh like that made Hakyung feel as if his feet were literally floating upwards, detached from the ground.
It was an indescribably blissful realization that his lover was so profoundly excited while rubbing lips with him, touching his nipples, and stroking his penis.
Without even considering lowering the corners of his lips, which were irrepressibly turned upwards in a wide smile, Hakyung wrapped his thighs even more tightly around Muheon’s side, drawing him impossibly closer.
In a tender response, the man’s large, warm palm carefully and lovingly caressed Hakyung’s soft, white thighs.
When the rough yet exquisitely smooth palm stroked the inside of his thighs, hot, gusty breaths puffed out of Hakyung’s nose with a soft “hoomph,” and the breathing hole on the top of his head quivered visibly.
He was getting incredibly hot, and wearing his hat suddenly felt suffocatingly tight.
He had never once felt suffocated while wearing his hat before, having always considered it an integral part of his very being.
Hakyung hesitated for a brief moment, a wave of concern washing over him.
No matter how much he adored his boss, he worried if it would truly be okay to take off his hat in front of him.
For a Gang-dolphin shifter to expose his breathing hole by taking off his hat in front of others was akin to revealing his very lifeline, his most vulnerable point.
The breathing hole on the top of their head was extraordinarily delicate and sensitive; even a slight, misplaced touch could frequently lead to severe complications.
That was precisely why Gang-dolphin shifters wore hats every single day, come rain or shine, snow or sleet.
Hakyung, more than anyone, understood the profound importance of his hat.
But, well.
Who in their right mind would wear a hat when doing that?
Besides, he had already exposed his penis, another highly sensitive and crucial spot, so there was truly nothing left to hide.
Hakyung, a proud and determined Gang-dolphin of South Korea, boldly made his decision and, with a flourish, threw off his hat.
Fortunately, perhaps because he had meticulously washed the breathing hole on the top of his head five times that very morning, the hair inside his hat was still pleasantly dry and fluffy.
Muheon, who had momentarily flinched in surprise when Hakyung so abruptly threw off his hat, soon recovered and smiled contentedly at the soft, pink hair now spread loosely and invitingly on the bed.
He then gently raised his hand and began to delicately stroke Hakyung’s hair, strand by soft strand.
Hakyung, who had instinctively hunched his shoulders at his boss’s loving and affectionate gesture, whispered softly, “Boss, you saw my bare head, so you simply have to take responsibility.”
“…?” Muheon questioned, a hint of confusion in his expression.
“I showed you absolutely everything! Now, quickly, nod your head!”
Hakyung’s tone was so fiercely determined that it seemed he would snap Muheon’s neck if he didn’t immediately comply.
Under that immense pressure, Muheon wisely nodded his head, and Hakyung, looking utterly satisfied like a well-fed cat, narrowed his eyes playfully and declared, “Then let’s continue.”