Muheon let out a soft, amused chuckle at Hakyung’s audacious words.
The younger man, light as a feather, was effortlessly lifted and settled onto Muheon’s stomach.
Hakyung, having scaled his boss’s body in what felt like the blink of an eye, let out a satisfied sigh, his shoulders giving a playful shimmy.
“Boss,” Hakyung began, his voice a playful command, “for now, you just stay perfectly still. Understand?”
“Yeah,” Muheon responded, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.
He interlaced his fingers and brought them to the back of his head, a picture of relaxed surrender.
His posture spoke volumes, conveying an air of utter non-resistance, as if he genuinely had no intention of moving an inch.
As he shifted slightly to accommodate Hakyung, the powerful swell of his triceps became evident, a silent testament to the sculpted physique beneath.
Hakyung’s small, vibrant red tongue embarked on a meticulous exploration of Muheon’s neck.
The rough, exhilarating pulse of his boss thrumming beneath the tip of his tongue ignited a fervent urgency, causing his licking motions to accelerate.
Hakyung worked with an almost childlike enthusiasm, much like a youngster enthusiastically salivating over a longed-for treat, liberally dampening various spots on Muheon’s neck.
It was, without a doubt, a spirited and unabashed act of foreplay, brimming with innocent yet potent desire.
With a diligent intensity that made his tongue tingle, Hakyung shifted his hips back, inching himself further down Muheon’s body.
The intoxicating thought of finally indulging in the full, unbridled taste of his boss’s chest, a sight he had been persistently captivated by, sent a dizzying rush through his head.
He reached out, his hands eager, and firmly cupped the thick expanse of Muheon’s chest.
The taut flesh, ample even for his grasp, delightfully spilled and bulged between his fingers.
“Boss,” Hakyung exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine awe, “your chest is truly enormous! Wow, it’s incredibly firm… so substantial!”
“Mmm…”
Muheon hummed in response, a soft, almost involuntary sound.
Is this truly a compliment?
Muheon wondered internally, a hint of wry amusement playing on his lips.
He let out a subtle, hollow laugh as he watched Hakyung’s small hands deftly kneading his chest, much like an eager baker working a pliable dough.
Hakyung continued to meticulously work Muheon’s chest for a considerable period, his fingers tracing patterns, until their tips finally brushed against a small, sensitive protuberance.
“Ugh.”
The sound was a mere whisper, a very small, short moan, almost imperceptible.
Yet, Hakyung, whose entire being was devoted to his boss at that moment, heard it with crystalline clarity.
His expression morphed into one of pure, anticipatory delight, his mouth practically watering as he gently, but firmly, pressed Muheon’s nipple.
In an instant, Muheon’s abdominal muscles, which were already pressed against Hakyung’s hips, tightened and hardened.
Hakyung swallowed a gulp of saliva, his mouth now fully watering, and with renewed vigor, he began to thoroughly and creatively play with his boss’s awakened protuberance.
He experimented with various techniques: he sucked at it with his small, eager lips, then nibbled at it playfully, and finally, rubbed it with the flat of his palms.
It was remarkable; no one had explicitly taught him these methods, yet his movements flowed with an intuitive and highly effective creativity.
Hakyung intently observed Muheon’s reactions, which shifted and intensified with each passing moment as he diligently employed his hands and tongue.
Witnessing such clear responses, he knew he couldn’t afford to be careless, not even for a second.
“Boss,” Hakyung murmured, his voice a soft inquiry, “do you enjoy it here?”
“I…”
Muheon began, but his words caught in his throat.
His jaw muscles clenched, rigid and unyielding.
For him, the sensation of his usually cool body temperature escalating with such intense heat was entirely unprecedented.
It was a new, potent wave of excitement and pleasure, distinctly different from the familiar comfort and thrill of simply holding Hakyung in his arms and caressing him.
Muheon slowly lowered his interlocked hands, then firmly gripped Hakyung’s waist
Despite this subtle shift in position, Hakyung remained undeterred, continuing his fervent ministrations on Muheon’s chest, his lips still affixed.
“Ha-woom. Boss, look at this. See what I’ve done…”
Hakyung exclaimed, his voice brimming with a childlike pride.
He gestured triumphantly to the blossoming pink marks he had imprinted on Muheon’s skin.
A bright, uninhibited smile lit up his face, his lips, reddened and deliciously swollen from the constant friction with Muheon’s skin, appeared irresistibly plump and inviting.
Muheon extended one hand, his fingers moving to gently caress Hakyung’s full, plump lips, almost as if he were mashing them.
The sight was captivating, Hakyung’s lips shifting and reshaping under the pressure of Muheon’s touch.
Muheon continued to rub Hakyung’s lips, his gaze fixed on the younger man’s face, before he finally exhaled a deep sigh and spoke.
“You’re truly the only one, Kang Hakyung, who would ever call a dense mass of muscle like this ‘pretty’.”
“Of course, it should only be me!”
Hakyung retorted instantly, his smile unwavering.
“If there were others, wouldn’t that be entirely wrong?”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake…”
Muheon murmured, a hint of exasperation mixed with deep affection in his voice.
He shivered slightly, a subtle tremor passing through his body, at Hakyung’s unexpectedly possessive and distinctive thought.
Every time Muheon let out a soft laugh, Hakyung’s hips tingled delightfully, causing him to instinctively wiggle his waist.
After a brief, sweet exchange, Hakyung’s movements intensified, becoming even more swift and purposeful.
His urgency stemmed from the fact that despite the time spent, he had only managed to reach Muheon’s chest, with so many more tantalizing parts of his boss’s body yet to be explored.
Hakyung’s impatient tongue, driven by a growing desire, quickly moved downwards, a rapid glide from chest to stomach, finally arriving at Muheon’s pelvis.
By now, Hakyung’s small hips were comfortably resting on Muheon’s thighs.
Hakyung looked at Muheon’s flat, toned lower abdomen with an expression of genuine curiosity, his eyes wide with fascination.
“Boss,” Hakyung inquired, his voice soft, “do you work out to maintain this?”
“Not really…?”
Muheon replied, his tone tinged with a slight question, as if the thought hadn’t genuinely occurred to him.
“Then is it simply a characteristic of your species…?”
Hakyung mused aloud, tilting his head slightly as he remained perched on Muheon’s thigh.
He then reached out a hand and began to gently stroke the firm surface.
No matter how many times he looked, it seemed to fit Muheon so perfectly that it sent a shiver down his spine.
Why am I so incredibly aroused by something like this…?
Maybe I’m just a pervert, Hakyung questioned himself inwardly.
He mentally posed the question, but it didn’t offer any clear or satisfying resolution.
However, he reasoned, since he had never once felt such intense curiosity or arousal for anyone else’s body, it was entirely possible he was a pervert, but one exclusively limited to his boss.
With deliberate, almost reverent care, Hakyung slowly began to imprint a delicate pink “flower petal” onto his boss’s private parts, which were entirely devoid of hair.
It was a painstaking process, crafted with the meticulousness of a dedicated artisan.
Only after this careful attention did he fully realize that his boss’s genitals were now profoundly aroused, gleaming with a palpable excitement.
Just as he had experienced a tingling sensation looking at the smooth, toned lower abdomen, a wave of tiny goosebumps spread across Hakyung’s body as he observed his boss’s two penises, now fully erect and gleaming.
“Haa…”
Hakyung exhaled, a deep, heated breath escaping his lips, before he immediately lowered his head.
He buried his lips on one of Muheon’s engorged penises, while gently stroking the other with his hand.
Muheon, who had clearly not anticipated such immediate and direct intimacy, widened his eyes in surprise and quickly lifted his upper body.
His dark pupils quivered subtly as the scene unfolded directly before him, a sight that both stunned and captivated him.
“Don’t overdo it, ugh…!”
Muheon managed to gasp, his voice strained.
“I’m not!”
Hakyung retorted defensively, his words muffled and somewhat indistinct as his mouth was full, encompassing the glans.
However, the very distortion of his pronunciation, causing his tongue to shift and move in various ways, only served to further intensely stimulate Muheon.
With a soft, almost surrendered collapse, Muheon lowered his upper body back onto the bed.
He could no longer hold back, and his hand instinctively reached out, gripping Hakyung’s hair.
“Hoo, ah…!”
Muheon groaned, a raw sound of pleasure.
“Kang Hakyung…!”
It was an experience that was nothing short of ecstatic, enough to make him lose his mind.
The sheer bliss came simply from Hakyung sucking with his lips, licking with his tongue, and kneading with his hands.
The mere fact that Hakyung was holding his dick and taking it into his mouth filled Muheon with an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.
Muheon exhaled slowly, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips, and then closed his eyes.
Hakyung’s somewhat clumsy yet eager tongue movements and body language felt even more vivid and intoxicating with his heightened senses.
***
Hakyung, for his part, found himself becoming even more aroused as he witnessed his boss’s profound reactions to his actions.
All the days he had spent agonizing over whether he was still too young or lacked sufficient attractiveness, and the awkward, embarrassing moments when he had gotten intensely excited all by himself, felt like distant memories, finally put to rest.
He now understood that his boss’s shyness was merely a consequence of his unique physical attributes; deep down, Muheon was getting just as excited and just as hard as Hakyung was.
“Hah.”
Hakyung let out a soft laugh, his lips parting slightly, and a single drop of saliva slipped from his mouth.
In truth, he yearned to swallow Muheon completely, to take him deeply, just as his boss often did for him.
However, when he considered the size of his own mouth compared to the impressive size of his boss’s penis, he knew it was an impossible feat for now.
Perhaps, he mused, after a little more practice, it might become achievable…
A pang of disappointment flickered through him, and Hakyung pursed his lips.
He then resumed sucking diligently, producing soft, smacking sounds.
He was utterly captivated by his boss’s dick, which seemed to be continually expanding in size, as if it hadn’t yet reached its full potential.
The relentless sounds of Hakyung passionately sucking Muheon’s dick continued, a rhythmic, intoxicating symphony.
There was no hint of disgust, nor any sign of fatigue in Hakyung’s movements or his focused expression.
After a considerable period of being tantalizingly excited within Hakyung’s small mouth, Muheon finally sat up.
He realized that at this rate, even if Hakyung continued to suck him until the early hours of dawn, he likely wouldn’t be able to reach a climax.
The thought that Hakyung’s small mouth might become raw and sore from all the activity spurred Muheon into action.
His body moved almost instinctively. For a brief moment, Muheon simply observed his lover, who was still positioned with his hips slightly raised, continuing to taste him with unbridled enthusiasm.
Then, he extended a hand.
He gently tapped Hakyung’s round, smooth, and fair buttocks.
In response, Hakyung, whose face was now a deep crimson, lifted his head, his eyes wide and questioning.
Hakyung’s lips, which had looked so deliciously ripe and inviting just moments before, now appeared quite damaged, swollen and tender, as if they might burst with the slightest touch.
Muheon let out a soft click of his tongue, a small sound of concern, and then gently grasped Hakyung’s shoulders, easing him away from his groin.
“Why?”
Hakyung asked, a touch of confusion in his voice.
“Does it hurt? I made absolutely sure my teeth didn’t touch it…”
“Not you,” Muheon corrected softly, his voice a low rumble, “but you.”
“I don’t hurt, though?” Hakyung responded, genuinely perplexed.
Hakyung blinked, and the saliva he hadn’t managed to swallow completely trickled down his chin, tracing a line along his jaw.
It was an undeniably erotic sight, yet it starkly contrasted with his innocent, almost childlike expression.
Muheon pulled Hakyung closer, their lips meeting in a soft, tender press.
A subtle furrow appears between Muheon’s eyebrows as he registered the warmth of Hakyung’s mouth, which was not merely warm but almost searingly hot.
Despite the intense heat that made his own tongue tingle, he found himself utterly unable to resist the sweet, delicious sensation of Hakyung’s tongue and lips.
As their kiss deepened, becoming more fervent and passionate, Hakyung became acutely aware of how swollen his own lips were.
He let out a small, almost imperceptible moan of complaint.
The humorous thought that he would surely resemble a pufferfish tomorrow, perhaps even having people call him “Brother Pufferfish,” was an amusing, albeit slightly embarrassing, bonus.
“Haa…”
Hakyung let out a long, languid sigh, turning his head slightly as he exhaled deeply.
He then gently pecked Muheon’s cheek, a soft, intimate kiss.
He absolutely adored this moment, this direct physical contact with his boss’s skin.
He savored how Muheon’s cool body temperature intertwined with his own fiery warmth, creating a perfect, comforting lukewarm sensation.
And he reveled in the delightful pressure of Muheon’s excited penis pressing against his butt crack, a constant reminder of their shared desire.
Hakyung reached a hand behind him, his fingers closing around his boss’s large, aroused center.
He then leaned in close, whispering softly into Muheon’s ear.
“Now, shall we try what I brought with me?”
“Kang Hakyung,” Muheon responded, his voice a low rumble, a hint of surprise and admiration in his tone.
“You truly have no fear.”
“If a man takes off his lover’s pants,” Hakyung countered, his voice playful yet firm, “he absolutely has to take responsibility.”
“You won’t regret it?”
Muheon asked, a flicker of uncertainty in his voice, a question uncharacteristically dejected for him.
Hakyung let out a dismissive snort, a sound of utter disbelief.
A reasonable suspicion bloomed in his mind: was his boss genuinely viewing him as a four-year-old child rather than a twenty-four-year-old adult?
Hakyung nipped playfully at Muheon’s earlobe as he replied, his voice firm and unwavering, “I swear on your dick that I will absolutely, never regret it.”
“But why ‘my’ dick?”
Muheon questioned, a hint of confusion in his voice.
“Because it’s more precious than mine,” Hakyung stated simply, his gaze filled with adoration.
Having said that, Hakyung gently stroked Muheon’s glans.
He had sucked and licked them so much that now, the fact that there were two no longer seemed strange; they simply appeared beautiful in his eyes.
“The more, the merrier,” he thought, “isn’t it good to have a lot of anything?”
For a brief moment, Hakyung’s rational judgment blurred, his face overflowing with an almost palpable anticipation that dripped from him like honey.
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