RB 52

Yeorok poured another glass of liquor and drank it. He did not swallow it down in one go like before, he slowly wet his lips as if this was the last glass. He leaned his waist against the island bar and fixed a desolate gaze on Eunho.

“Let’s keep going until Sim Eunho-ssi becomes just as lewd as Choi Yoonho.”

“……”

“I don’t know if I will be a good teacher though.”

He described their future relationship in roundabout words. Hiding in the officetel, laying their bare bodies together, rolling around lewdly, and sharing saliva would only be part of the education, without carrying any other feelings.

It was what Eunho had expected. It was also what he wanted. If Yeorok added disgust to a forced relationship, Eunho’s heart would have collapsed. He was almost thankful that Yeorok accepted it so dryly.

“Go sit on the sofa.”

“…Yes.”

At the indifferent order, Eunho poured the rest of his liquor into his mouth. His throat burned like fire. He walked slowly, savoring the sensation that was closer to pain.

Eunho sat in the corner of the sofa and only fiddled with the cushion. If he turned his head just a little, he could see the fine view of Namsan Tower beyond the window, but he had no way to actually notice the night scene now. He only stared at the cold marble floor, straining his ears toward the sounds beside him.

The sound of slippers scraping the floor grew closer, and Eunho slowly lifted his head. Yeorok, who had gone into the dressing room for a short while, stood in front of Eunho holding a black tie in his hand.

“Should I do it, or should Sim Eunho-ssi do it? I still don’t know.”

“……”

Eunho’s gaze dropped. Only then did he realize what the tie was for. It meant this was something unpleasant enough that his sight needed to be blocked.

“…Should I cover it myself?”

“What can a man who can’t even kiss properly learn if his eyes are covered too?”

“Then Chairman, you should do it…”

Even though the answer was already clear, Yeorok’s face looked dissatisfied. He dropped onto the sofa and finally tossed the tie he had been holding onto the floor.

Instead, Yeorok picked up the remote. When he pressed the button, the blackout curtains of thick fabric slid out and covered the entire living room window. Once the lights beyond the glass disappeared, the only thing lighting the room was the incandescent lamp of the standing light in the corner.

“Let’s start.”

Even at words that meant little, Eunho’s chest, which he had barely held down, beat hard. He calmed his breath and turned his upper body.

Yeorok closed the distance between them. In the dimness they could barely make out each other’s outlines. It was so quiet that the sound of Eunho swallowing could be heard.

“Open your mouth.”

Eunho followed the order faithfully.

Yeorok pressed his thumb gently against the lips that had parted open. Even when Yeorok touched or flipped over the wet flesh inside without permission, Eunho quietly accepted his hand without showing displeasure.

Then something soft touched him. Even though Eunho had prepared himself, the moment their lips met his whole body froze like stone.

Yeorok lightly caressed his cheek. He sucked on Eunho’s parted lower lip, wetting it slowly. The sensation of lips overlapping was soft enough to make him sigh.

Unlike before, Yeorok bit Eunho’s lips gently, like he was holding in air. The same man who had looked ready to tear into him earlier now sucked on Eunho’s lips as if they were candy.

Even that made Eunho’s lips tremble with fear. He tried to hold it back, but he could not control his body as he wanted. The only reason he could endure was because it was Choi Yeorok.

Even though Eunho’s appearance was pitiful, Yeorok did not point it out, and he kept sucking on his lips again and again. He wetted the plump lower lip with his tongue, and gently took in the trembling lip ridge. Every time their lips rubbed, sensations stirred, and Eunho’s back trembled without stop.

Their lips grew more wet and stuck together closer. After licking the inside of Eunho’s lips evenly, Yeorok slid his tongue in between his parted teeth. He tapped at the stiff tongue, a silent order to imitate him.

Only then did Eunho start to copy his actions. He tried to suck Yeorok’s lips the way Yeorok had done, but instead of holding them softly, every time he bit down it made a smacking sound.

“……”

Yeorok pulled back slightly. He looked down at Eunho without saying anything. In the dark he could not see well, but it felt like Yeorok was looking at him with scorn.

“A few times isn’t enough to build skill.”

His evaluation was no different from criticism. Eunho also knew he was clumsy, so he had nothing to say.

“For today, don’t try to imitate me. Just experience it.”

With those words, their lips joined again.

Yeorok tilted his head and cupped Eunho’s nape, pushing their lips together more deeply. Under his control, their joined lips rubbed against each other again and again. With wet friction sounds, their lips flipped and pressed down repeatedly. At such close distance, Eunho could feel Yeorok’s breath hitting his face.

Eunho kept opening and closing his hands on the sofa. His palms itched unbearably. Yeorok instantly noticed the restless movement. He pulled Eunho’s hand and placed it on his shoulder.

That made the kiss look even more serious. Sticky sounds kept spilling from their closely joined lips. Afraid and anxious, Eunho grabbed Yeorok’s shirt. At that moment he wanted to make sure that the man whose lips overlapped with his was Choi Yeorok.

In the living room there was no moan, only the sound of lips sucking. There was a limit to copying. Lack of experience and clumsiness naturally showed. Eunho could not possibly match Yeorok’s far superior skill. All he could do was stay tense and get dragged along.

Yeorok handled the stiff Eunho lightly. He traced down his immobile tongue with his own tongue tip, then rolled it smoothly around. Even while his tongue wrapped around, he continued sucking Eunho’s lips without pause.

Before long, their tongues were completely tangled in each other’s mouths. Smooth flesh wound together, mixing thick saliva. Every time Yeorok sucked Eunho’s tongue, the pooled spit was sucked out with it.

Yeorok’s mouth was full of bourbon whiskey taste. The sharpness unique to whiskey was gone, only sweet vanilla and smoky scent remained. Even though a scent had no alcohol in it, the more Eunho mixed tongues with him, the more he felt drunk.

“Uhh, haa, haa, wait….”

Eunho held on, then tilted his head back for a moment. When only their lips touched, he could steal breaths in between, but once his mouth was stuffed full of tongue his airway was soon blocked. The sound of him gasping made it seem like he was suffocating.

Yeorok did not wait. He pulled Eunho’s face back again. As if it was the price for pulling away without permission, his tongue coiled and he sucked.

“Uhh, hhmm.”

With his mouth filled up with tongue, Eunho unconsciously let out groaning sounds. He could not say it hurt, he just held his breath and held Yeorok’s shirt, as if asking for help.

“What’s it again?”

Yeorok muttered with lips still joined.

“Haa, your tongue, it goes in too deep, I can’t… breathe.”

“You can breathe through your nose.”

“……”

“Do I have to teach you even this?”

He criticized Eunho’s ignorance and bit down on their joined lips.

“Ah!”

It hurt so much it made his eyes tear up. When Eunho let out a cry close to a scream, Yeorok licked over the bitten mucous membrane.

The kiss started again and soon grew lewder. Eunho was still awkward, all he could do was open his mouth.

He only moved the way Yeorok led him. From time to time he remembered what Yeorok had taught him and managed to breathe at the right times. The sound of his breath snorting through his nose was heated, and also broke the mood.

Yeorok laughed like he was dumbfounded. Even if this was contact without emotions, how could he be so unaroused? He had worried that facing his nephew’s face might get him hard, but the thought now felt pointless.

After seeing for himself how clumsy Sim Eunho was, he only felt drained. He ignored the other’s reactions and kept his lips on his. Now that Eunho’s tongue was a little looser, there was no reason to hold back.

Yeorok cupped Eunho’s cheek and pushed his tongue deep into every corner of his mouth. He licked over the smooth cheek lining and gums, and gently rubbed at the soft folds under the tongue. Each time, Eunho drooled heavily.

When he scraped the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, Yeorok’s shirt was crushed in a rough grab ans Eunho moaned.

“Hh…ng.”

Eunho’s nasal moan sounded like a small animal whining, but it was thick with arousal. Maybe he startled himself at the sound, because he suddenly opened his eyes wide. He tried to quickly release his fingers, but the shirt was already badly wrinkled.

“……”

Gulp. The sound of swallowing spit rang out loud.

At their rubbing nose tips, their breaths mixed. There was no way to look away.

Their lips joined again as they gazes met. Yeorok sucked the soft flesh without hesitation. The kiss grew so deep it was hard to endure.

Eunho tried his best to hold on, but he could not resist the force crashing into him, and his posture slowly broke down. Even when his back bent down, Yeorok stuck close, not letting their lips part. Before he knew it, the two bodies were lying down on the sofa with lips pressed tight together.

Eunho could not get his head straight. The tingling and prickling made his waist tremble. Every time he swallowed the saliva that ran down his throat, his mouth tightened and Yeorok’s tongue felt raw and clear.

In the end, even with clumsy skill, he twisted tongues with him. His chest felt like it would explode, and he was out of breath. The weight pressing down on his body and the tongue melting his mouth made Eunho feel dizzy. Short of breath, he panted and finally wrapped his slack arms tightly around Yeorok’s shoulders.

At that moment, Yeorok stopped moving. He let go of the lips he had been sucking nonstop and slowly lifted his upper body. Unlike Eunho, who panted like he had been running, Yeorok’s breath was not disturbed at all.

“…Let’s stop here for today.”

Yeorok looked like he had been hit in the head with a blunt weapon. His face, pale white, looked strangely unfamiliar. Like someone shocked by his own actions, he closed his eyes and opened them again.