Chapter 119

The boy’s closed eyelids fluttered restlessly. He even let out a tiny, adorable smacking sound with his lips. Every time he did, a wave of carnal hunger roiled inside Do-hyeop like seasickness. Where did something like this come from? How did such a creature appear before me?

Nibbling at his lower lip was another habit Seoul had stolen from him. Only after that did the boy finally open his languid eyes and draw back.

“Deputy Director.”

“…What.”

Captivated by the face hovering only inches away, Do-hyeop answered a heartbeat late. Seoul’s gaze wandered uncertainly around the line of his jaw.

“I said… I don’t think that counts as sex.”

I already gave my answer, his hesitant demeanor seemed to add. Unable to bear it, Gye Do-hyeop buried his face in the boy’s neck. The kid was practically asking why he hadn’t done more after all that passionate kissing. Having nowhere to direct his frustration, he yanked on the bed rail in his grip, producing a harsh metal rattle that made Geum Seoul jump in surprise. A heavy sigh tumbled past his lips.

“You little shit… You’re practically begging me to shove it inside you right now. Do you even realize that?”

Seoul wore an oversized sweater over his hospital gown, its dropped shoulders hanging loosely over his upper arms. Winter was nowhere near, but his condition had been poor enough that he had occasionally shivered in his sleep, so Do-hyeop had bundled him in extra layers. He caught the hem in one fist, pushed it upward, and rubbed his face greedily against the pale skin of Seoul’s stomach.

“I didn’t… ask you to shove it in.”

He answered every provocation despite the small, involuntary shudders passing through him beneath Do-hyeop’s touch.

“Then what?”

Do-hyeop kept interrogating him while pressing his tongue into the hollow of Seoul’s navel. Seoul gasped and reflexively set a hand on the crown of his head, then jerked it back as though startled by himself. Do-hyeop moved higher and drew one small pink nipple into his mouth. A careful bite, followed by firm suction, made Seoul arch at once, hips lifting as he shook his head beneath the rush of sensation.

“Ha, ah… I only said… kissing and sucking… wasn’t sex…”

The fact that Seoul could squeeze his eyes shut and still insist on answering was so adorable that Do-hyeop laughed around the small bud caught between his lips. The rough vibration traveled through Seoul’s chest as Do-hyeop rubbed his forehead against the pale skin.

Meanwhile, his hands continued their work with perfect diligence, easing Seoul’s waistband down his hips.

“Wait… what if someone comes in?”

“Who’s coming in? At this hour, when you don’t even have an IV drip running, into a hospital room where I’m sitting?”

Only then did Seoul look properly at the backs of both their hands. When he had drifted through brief spells of consciousness earlier, IV lines had still been attached. He had not realized until now that they were gone.

“Got another complaint?”

Do-hyeop lifted his chin, his mouth shining with saliva, and asked. Seoul shook his head. A wicked smile pulled across Do-hyeop’s face before he lowered himself again. Seoul’s scent had deepened enough to make his mouth water.

He devoured Seoul without shame. Wherever muscle or bone shaped the slender body, Do-hyeop followed it with his tongue, tracing every line he could reach and even drawing Seoul’s fingers into his mouth until they gleamed wet.

At one point he complained that his mouth was going dry from the feast, opened the water bottle beside the bed, and took just enough sips to cool his lips before returning them to Seoul’s skin. Each touch of that chilled mouth made Seoul shiver at the contrast.

“Fuck, these nipples of yours are so damn small, they barely fill my mouth. Huh?”

Seoul was disastrously sensitive to pleasure. The sweetness of his pheromones drifted through the room and sharpened every appetite Do-hyeop possessed. The pale body beneath him looked soft as dough, yet wherever his mouth closed around it, the flesh yielded with warm, resilient firmness.

Dark red marks already mottled Seoul’s chest. As Do-hyeop layered new bruised kisses over the fading ones, Seoul arched toward him as though asking for more, fingertips rustling over his ears, nape, and broad shoulders.

Seoul yielding as though every part of him already belonged there. Seoul nodding to whatever Do-hyeop chose to do. With each breath, Do-hyeop took more of him in: his scent, his broken sighs, the soft warmth beneath his mouth, until the boundary between hunger and tenderness blurred completely.

Slide.

“Ah.”

With one firm pull, Do-hyeop stripped the bottoms the rest of the way down. A breathless cry escaped Seoul. The room was warm, yet gooseflesh rose along his pale inner thighs. Even that involuntary fragility struck Do-hyeop as unbearably endearing. He soothed the trembling skin with both broad palms as he lowered himself between Seoul’s parted legs.

“Look how fucking wet you are.”

“Ah! D-don’t talk… with your face… right there…”

Do-hyeop bent Seoul’s knees and drew both thighs closer, holding them securely. The angle brought his mouth effortlessly near the boy’s groin. As he lowered his face, the flushed shaft brushed his cheek, leaving a bright thread of moisture from its tip across the sharp line of his skin.

“Ah… no…”

Seoul covered his face with one forearm and mumbled the protest. They had agreed to this; the refusal held no genuine resistance, only the crushing embarrassment of having Gye Do-hyeop’s handsome face directly between his thighs.

“It’s dripping everywhere.”

The moment Do-hyeop ran an index finger along the shaft, Seoul’s wrists shook. He dragged over two large pillows, propped one behind Seoul’s back, and tucked the other into his arms. The extra support calmed him for perhaps a second, until Do-hyeop lowered his mouth and licked slowly toward the perineum.

“Hngh!”

“Whoa. You’re soaked here too. Fuck. How am I supposed to resist putting it in?”

A guy would have to be an idiot not to put it in, he muttered under his breath, using his thumbs to part the tender flesh beneath the perineum—the only plump part on Geum Seoul’s slender body. The rosy folds stretched wide, glistening with moisture to attest to his soaring arousal.

“Ah, ugh… Pl-please don’t keep staring at it…”

“Yeah, no way.”

This place was made exclusively for me, Gye Do-hyeop thought with utmost seriousness. Even knowing the boy was gasping above him with eyes clamped shut in bashfulness, he could not tear his gaze away.

“Damn it, you’re as tight as ever today.”

He knew this depth already. Wetting his lips, Do-hyeop pressed his face into the opening. He stiffened the tip of his tongue and worked slowly over the folds, teasing the tight entrance until it began to yield.

“Ah! D-Deputy Director!”

“Don’t talk to me while I’m using my tongue.”

His tongue pushed repeatedly against the tense rim, saliva mixing with slick arousal until the cleft gleamed with heat. Do-hyeop held Seoul’s thighs apart and pressed in closer, his nose against the soft flesh above as his fingers spread him wider. Seoul’s cries thickened into damp, broken sounds above him.

Despite the long interval since the last time, Seoul responded almost immediately, trembling hard while a steady trail of pre-ejaculate slipped over his stomach.

“Fuck, spilling this much outside when we’re not even at home? If you shoot your load all over the place, who’s going to clean it up?”

Do-hyeop lifted his wet face and narrowed one eye in mock reproach. There was no real concern in the question; he only wanted to tease Seoul until embarrassment swallowed him whole.

“Ugh… n-no! Th-then I’ll…!”

As expected, Seoul’s ears turned scarlet. He shook his head frantically, and Do-hyeop grinned as he wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.

“Tell me to eat it. Say, ‘Please eat it up.’”

“……”

Crushing the pillow in his arms, Seoul lifted his head a fraction. His face and shoulders were flushed as though he had just stumbled out of a sauna. The moment his bright red lips parted, Do-hyeop slid two fingers smoothly into the entrance he had been working open. Seoul’s shaft jumped, spilling fresh moisture while his fingers went white around the pillow.

“If you come like this, they’ll have to change the sheets. Want the whole hospital gossiping that I sucked you senseless and you came all over the bed?”

The threat was ridiculous, but Seoul whined and shook his head anyway. When Do-hyeop curled his fingers against the inner wall, Seoul choked on a cry and his hips lifted from the mattress. The helpless, frantic movement made it obvious he was already close.

“E-eat… ah…”

Why was one sentence so difficult? Seoul scrunched his nose and dragged in uneven breaths. Do-hyeop, entirely without shame, supplied him with a model answer.

“Say, ‘Please swallow everything I shoot, Deputy Director. I’m sorry I have such an impatient cock that can’t even hold out for five minutes, but could you please eat every single drop as soon as I spill it?’”

He recited the filthy sentence with the detached ease of reading from an instruction manual, leaving Seoul staring at him in appalled embarrassment. The boy crushed deeper wrinkles into the pillow and visibly fought to force the words past his tongue.

“Please… eat it… up!”

Poised to crook his fingers deeper inside, Gye Do-hyeop tilted his head.

“That’s all?”

“…Ah-nn.”

Seoul’s mouth trembled helplessly. His lips pulled into a miserable pout, and his already swollen eyes began to shine with tears. At last, he opened his mouth a little.

“…I’m sorry… for having… such an impatient… cock…”

“Ha, seriously, you…”

A boy who could memorize almost anything after seeing it once could barely stumble through a sentence he had heard seconds ago. Do-hyeop broke into helpless laughter. Instead of sounding erotic, Seoul’s earnest repetition made him feel like a degenerate teaching a child how to misbehave. The worst part was that the guilt only made him harder.

“Seoul.”

“……”

Even the smallest movement of the fingers inside him made Seoul’s mouth and hips quiver. When Do-hyeop called his name and went still, the frantic fluttering of Seoul’s lashes gradually eased.

“Watch closely how well I take your cock into my mouth, and how I swallow it all down. Don’t look away.”

With that, Do-hyeop tossed the pillow aside, opened his mouth, and took the flushed erection deep. At the same time, the fingers inside Seoul drove farther in and curled upward against the sensitive inner wall. The paired sensation tore a cry from Seoul as his head fell back.

“Ah! Hngh!”

“Mmh.”

Just as climax surged up hard enough to bleach Seoul’s vision, Do-hyeop withdrew his fingers slightly and let the swollen head slip from between his lips, a long strand of moisture stretching after it.

“I told you not to look away. Guess you can’t hear what your Deputy Director is saying.”

The reprimand made Seoul drag his head forward again. Tears brimmed in his eyes, his chest heaving as he balanced helplessly on the edge of release. He bit his lower lip, then forced himself to let it go.

“I’m… sorry. Ah, I felt like… I was going to come……”

“If you’re going to shoot, just shoot. Can’t you see I’ve got my face buried down here drooling all over myself just to swallow it down for you?”

“It’s not that…… Ah!”

It’s not that, it’s just that you look too intensely erotic holding my cock in your mouth, and I couldn’t help turning away—he never got to finish that thought. Gye Do-hyeop engulfed the shaft once more while driving the fingers buried behind deep inside.

“Ha-aah!”

He was obscene. The Deputy Director was impossibly, shamelessly obscene. When Do-hyeop pressed closer, his lips reached the base of Seoul’s groin and the hot interior of his mouth swallowed the entire length. The shaft slid over the roof of his mouth and down toward his throat while his cheeks hollowed with the suction. Long black lashes. Sharp cheekbones. Jet-black hair spilling forward. The sight struck Seoul with such force that a violent shiver tore through him. Then he broke.

Wet suction and slick friction sounded together as Do-hyeop snapped his wrist. His middle and ring fingers drove in to the knuckle and curved upward, rubbing firmly against the clenching inner wall in perfect time with Seoul’s release.

“Hngh! Ah! W-wait… haah!”

Seoul convulsed from head to toe and clapped one hand over his mouth. Biting down on the heel of his palm had nothing to do with remembering they were in a hospital. It was simply the only way to stop himself from screaming.

His eyes refused to close. Heavy tears spilled over his lower lashes one after another while his hips bucked helplessly upward, only to be held in place by Do-hyeop’s unyielding grip.

It was an orgasm experienced entirely in captivity and yet without pain, only a frighteningly pure rush of pleasure. With fingers driving pleasure through his core and Do-hyeop’s throat swallowing every drop he gave, Seoul wept tiny pink crystals and dissolved into shudders that ran all the way to his cheeks.

Only after his throat worked through several final swallows did Do-hyeop loosen his grip and straighten. He drew his head back slowly, then smacked his lips as though evaluating a meal.

“Hic, ugh…”

“Ah. I’m going to end up seriously overeating at dawn.”

Seeing that Do-hyeop looked genuinely full, Seoul puffed his cheeks in mortified outrage and let another spill of tears roll down his face. The tiny stones falling from his lashes held not a trace of blue; every one of them glowed a delicate pink.