Chapter 40: The Sweet Devouring

This was the adorable provocation of the young Gang-dolphin.

In a captivating response, Muheon, who had been tenderly stroking Hakyung’s soft, pink hair, gracefully lowered his lips to meet him.

His lips descended with a gentle reverence, first gracing Hakyung’s moderately rounded forehead, then tracing a path over his long eyelashes, which fanned out like delicate brushes.

They paused momentarily at his small nostrils, where tiny beads of sweat had formed, before continuing their intimate journey.

Each time this intimate contact was made, Muheon was immensely pleased by the sight of Hakyung’s small, white body squirming and shifting, clearly unsure of what to do next.

With deliberate movements, Muheon kneaded Hakyung’s buttocks, which were remarkably soft, much like freshly steamed buns.

The delightful sensation of their texture and perfect volume in his hands was exactly what he desired.

It was, without a doubt, a truly delightful backside.

***

Hakyung’s thighs trembled in exquisite sync with Muheon’s hands, which moved with a practiced rhythm, back and forth, as if diligently kneading a soft, yielding dough.

“Kang Hakyung, what delightful things do you eat to be this incredibly soft?” Muheon purred, his voice laced with genuine curiosity.

“R-rice…?” Hakyung stammered, his answer hesitant and unsure.

“What?” Muheon pressed gently.

“Meat, side dishes with meat? I actually had grilled beef this morning, h-huh…?” Hakyung revealed.

Despite the highly intimate setting and the nature of their encounter, Hakyung responded with surprising earnestness, as though they were simply discussing breakfast.

Muheon, who had shifted his position and was now diligently, almost reverently, sucking on Hakyung’s small nipples for a considerable while, let out a soft, amused chuckle.

At the sound, Hakyung’s small feet, his nipples now even more intensely ticklish from the surge of excitement, began to thrash lightly against the bed, a tiny, involuntary dance of pleasure.

“Why, why are you laughing!” Hakyung demanded, with a playful indignation in his voice.

“Because Kang Hakyung is simply adorable. Let’s make sure you eat lots of meat from now on,” Muheon replied, his tone warm and affectionate.

“Yes, yes,” Hakyung agreed, once again with remarkable earnestness, as he placed his hand tentatively on Muheon’s broad shoulder.

He yearned to touch his boss’s bare skin as well, but he harbored a subtle suspicion that his boss’s exposed body might be a source of insecurity for him.

Perhaps, Hakyung mused, just like on the rooftop during their last encounter, black scales might unexpectedly pop out if Muheon concentrated too intensely.

Or perhaps this physical trait had caused him discomfort with his previous lovers in more intimate moments.

What if it was truly something like that?

Hakyung, despite being a Gang-dolphin shifter himself, decided that with his heart as expansive and accommodating as the vast Pacific Ocean, he would wholeheartedly understand his boss’s perceived vulnerabilities.

“Well,” he thought, “after watching various videos, people seemed to manage perfectly fine even with clothes on…” Hakyung nodded his head subtly, rapidly rewinding the vivid scenes playing out in his mind’s eye.

He envisioned himself as an amazing lover, one who could embrace and accept even his boss’s flaws. Creeee!

Lost in the romanticized vision of his self-assigned role, Hakyung gazed at the man—or rather, looked down at him—with eyes that conveyed a profound and complete understanding.

But whether Hakyung looked at him with understanding or not, Muheon remained entirely preoccupied, busy biting and sucking on Hakyung’s sweet, fruit-like nipples.

Slurp, Chomp!

The word “ravenous” perfectly captured the intensity of Muheon’s actions.

Hakyung found himself succumbing to a peculiar and complex emotion as he watched the man so enthusiastically devour his chest.

It was a bewildering mix of tingling, embarrassment, and even shame, yet… he found himself wishing, with a burgeoning desire, that Muheon would continue sucking, not just today, but tomorrow and the day after, a continuous cascade of pleasure.

As if he had somehow intuited Hakyung’s unspoken wish, Muheon’s tongue moved even more fiercely, its movements becoming more urgent and demanding.

A pleasure-filled moan, raw and uninhibited, escaped Hakyung’s lips, his mind having been briefly lost in a hazy cloud of sensation.

“Ah, ugh!”

“Ha, Kang Hakyung… Hakyung-ah.”

It was the first time Hakyung had ever heard such an intimate and affectionate address.

At the mere two syllables of his name, uttered so tenderly from his boss’s lips, Hakyung’s heart felt as though it had plummeted and then soared, an exhilarating, dizzying sensation.

The soft, almost pained murmur of Muheon’s voice caused Hakyung’s nose to tingle, and his affection for his boss welled up even more profoundly, a gushing spring of tenderness.

He consciously put strength into his legs, which were now trembling from being held open for such an extended period.

He absolutely loved how his boss’s thick, firm side completely filled the intimate space between his thighs.

This must be why ladies of old loved their strong, dependable servants so much, he mused, a fanciful thought in the midst of his escalating arousal.

With all sorts of silly, rambling thoughts swirling in his mind, Hakyung slowly lowered his hand, which had been resting on Muheon’s shoulder, a little further down, beginning to caress his boss’s back.

Every time Muheon’s lips moved, the powerful muscles in his back rippled, almost as if they were a living, breathing beast beneath his touch.

Hakyung’s mouth suddenly began to water, a palpable sensation of desire.

If his boss truly didn’t want to take off his clothes, Hakyung reasoned, he could simply leave the shirt on, slip his head inside it, and then suck.

Hakyung moved his tongue, sensuously licking his lips.

His mouth, which had become dry from excitement, felt rough and parched against the tip of his tongue.

If he were to suck with lips like these, they would only be scratchy and uncomfortable, so he needed to moisten them a little first…!

“Gasp! B-boss?!” Hakyung exclaimed, a startled sound escaping him.

“Mmm?” Muheon hummed, a low, questioning sound.

While Hakyung was still mentally running various simulations and considering his next move, Muheon had diligently and stealthily moved further and further down.

By now, he had already taken Hakyung’s small penis into his mouth, a warm, wet enclosure.

Muheon merely looked up, his eyes meeting Hakyung’s gaze directly.

His dark, alien eyes gleamed with an intense, almost primal light, sending their piercing gaze to various points on Hakyung’s flushed face.

It felt as though everywhere his boss’s gaze touched, it ignited a burning, searing heat.

“Ssssh,” Muheon softly commanded, his voice a low, suggestive whisper.

***

Muheon, holding Hakyung’s small penis firmly in his mouth, moved his tongue, diligently licking the shaft.

In the moist, warm cavern of his mouth, Hakyung’s member was firmly entwined by Muheon’s long tongue, which moved with a serpentine grace.

“Wow, whoa… this was real…” Hakyung gasped, a mixture of disbelief and burgeoning arousal.

His navel area tightened intensely, a knot of exquisite sensation.

A thin, almost imperceptible moan escaped Hakyung’s trembling lips, a sound of profound pleasure.

“Ahh…!” he moaned, a little louder this time, his body arching subtly.

With one hand firmly on Hakyung’s thigh, the other expertly kneading his soft, yielding butt, and his mouth embracing Hakyung’s cute dick, Muheon’s eyes curved in an expression of deep, utter satisfaction.

He had all of Hakyung, every delicious part, within his grasp and his mouth.

Though it had gained some noticeable strength from their ongoing intimacy, the clear youthfulness of Hakyung’s dick made it even more delightful in his mouth than when it was simply touched by hand.

It was a new and profound pleasure.

Suppressing his tongue, which seemed to keep wanting to split at the tip from the overwhelming excitement, Muheon moved his tongue and lips with increased speed and intensity.

He felt like he would genuinely go crazy with how adorable his young lover was, reacting in such wonderfully varied ways to his every powerful movement.

After holding Hakyung’s dick in his mouth for a considerable period, tasting it thoroughly by rolling it around his oral cavity, Muheon’s Adam’s apple bobbed significantly.

He swallowed the pre-cum mixed with his own saliva, a deliberate, guttural sound.

It was sweeter than honey water and proved to be more effective at quenching thirst than any sports drink he had ever encountered.

Muheon opened his throat wide, as if he fully intended to swallow the entire dick right then and there.

“Ugh! W-wait…! Ugh!” Hakyung cried out, a desperate plea.

When Muheon had only been sucking with his tongue and lips, Hakyung’s face would flush a delightful red as he openly enjoyed the act.

But with the tip of his glans touching Muheon’s throat, such profound and deep fellatio left him utterly disoriented, his mind a dizzying whirl of sensation.

The excessive pleasure blooming from his very core made it nearly impossible to breathe properly, his lungs struggling to expand.

Hakyung thrashed, desperately struggling to escape the intoxicating embrace, but his body was already firmly gripped and held in place by the man’s large, unyielding hands.

If this continued, he was undeniably going to ejaculate heavily into his boss’s mouth, a thought both terrifying and thrilling.

Hakyung shook his head emphatically, crying out a muffled “No,” but it seemed his desperate words didn’t quite penetrate Muheon’s excited awareness.

In fact, if anything, Muheon seemed to suck even harder than before, making distinct smacking sounds of enjoyment.

While holding Hakyung’s penis intimately in his mouth, his boss mumbled something.

Though the exact pronunciation was indistinct, Hakyung could easily predict, with a growing sense of awe, that it was a string of rough curses like “fuck, shit, damn…”—words that only heightened the raw intensity of the moment.

Each time, his foreskin brushed against the man’s sharp teeth, and Hakyung shivered with a primal sensation akin to the fear of being devoured.

In that moment, Hakyung finally realized that pleasure and terror could indeed coexist, woven together in a complex tapestry of feeling.

One moment, he desperately wanted to squirm away, to escape the overwhelming sensations.

The next, a perverse thought arose: perhaps being simply devoured wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Then, abruptly, a more traditional, almost scholarly thought popped into his head: surely ejaculating into someone’s mouth was simply not polite.

Meanwhile, Muheon, who was still holding Hakyung’s dick in his mouth, seemed utterly delighted, as if he were simply savoring a rare and exquisite delicacy without a single care in the world.

“A-ow, Boss, wait…! I-I’m about to… about to go!” Hakyung cried out, reaching his absolute limit, desperately calling out to his boss.

Nevertheless, Muheon didn’t budge a single inch, merely continuing his powerful ministrations.

After whimpering and struggling for a brief moment, Hakyung eventually let go of everything, surrendering to the inevitable.

Perhaps my penis is just perfectly suited to my boss’s taste, he mused, a strange thought in the midst of his climax.

As he considered this, instead of shame and embarrassment, a curious and overwhelming sense of pride began to fill him, swelling in his chest.

“O-kay…! Ugh!” he gasped, the words tumbling out.

Once the reins were loosened, it was absolutely impossible to rein them back in.

Hakyung, admirably, screamed to his heart’s content, flailed around, and expressed with every fiber of his being exactly how much he was feeling, holding nothing back.

Muheon, too, expertly adjusted the pressure of his fingers gripping Hakyung’s pelvic area, subtly changing the intensity, further encouraging his young lover to fully embrace the sensation.

Just as Hakyung had predicted a moment ago, he came quickly, ejaculating shortly after his desperate plea.

This time, the slightly thinner semen from his second climax passed effortlessly through Muheon’s mouth and was sucked down his throat, a swift and complete ingestion.

Gulp.

Again, the distinct sound of the man deliciously swallowing the semen resonated through the intimate space of the room.

Hakyung trembled uncontrollably, barely managing to swallow the overwhelming urge to disappear into the very ground beneath him.

Fortunately, his boss only consumed the semen, and spared his penis, releasing it from his mouth.

Plop.

With a rather cute, wet sound effect, Hakyung’s penis, now slick and glistening with saliva, emerged from Muheon’s mouth.

Wet and shining with spit, it looked exactly like something that had been drenched in sweet honey.

Having reached climax twice, Hakyung gasped for breath, his breathing shallow and rapid.

Accordingly, his white, flat stomach incessantly inflated and deflated, a constant, rhythmic movement.

Unable to wait a moment longer, Muheon stretched out his large hand and began to squeeze Hakyung’s stomach as if kneading dough, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh.

In an instant, Hakyung’s white belly was covered in distinct handprints, a testament to Muheon’s urgent touch.

“Ugh, that’s enough… Let’s switch.” Hakyung managed to gasp, regaining some composure.

“Switch?” Muheon questioned, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“I, I want to taste your dick too, Boss!” Hakyung declared, his voice filled with newfound determination.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Hakyung wasn’t entirely sure if this particular proverb truly applied in their unique situation, but regardless, he was desperate to taste his boss’s penis, an overwhelming craving.

Hakyung, who had now truly transformed into a bold, lustful, and physically vibrant young Gang-dolphin, smacked his lips in anticipation.

Moving his body, which was still swaying and unsteady like a newborn deer, Hakyung somehow managed to climb atop Muheon, straddling him with newfound resolve.

The moment the rough fabric of Muheon’s pants touched his soft buttocks, a strange, thrilling excitement surged within him, igniting a new wave of desire.

His boss’s center, too, was sufficiently swollen and large enough to be clearly felt even through the thick fabric of his pants, a promising sign.

The tiny worry that had surfaced earlier, wondering if he was the only one feeling so intensely excited, peacefully subsided, replaced by a calm certainty.

Lululu, Hakyung hummed a happy tune as his hand reached for Muheon’s pants zipper.

“Kang Hakyung, stop.”

A low, resonant voice suddenly pierced Hakyung’s ear, sharp and undeniable.