CEL 42

His eyes curved into crescents when he got his payback in protest. He really was a crazy guy.

“Can’t I bite you more?”

“No.”

“Why? Or I can bite you somewhere else?”

His voice vibrated against Hamin’s nape. The resonance was different from usual, so Hamin lifted his chin to check. Jaeha’s light brown pupils wavered, unable to settle in place.

Could he be drunk?

He had drunk four and a half bottles of soju by himself, so it would have been strange if he wasn’t drunk. But to Hamin, who remembered the last time he drank, this situation felt absurd.

“I want to suck yours, sunbae.”

“I told you last time you couldn’t.”

“Then the back.”

“No.”

“Then the front.”

The words did not get through. Hamin stayed silent in disbelief, and Jaeha must have thought silence meant yes, because he began fumbling to pull down Hamin’s pants.

“Forcing it is a crime.”

“What if it’s both front and back? Doesn’t that count as a reduction?”

“What nonsense are you saying?”

“I saw earlier… imagination, or something.”

…Was he talking about concurrence in imagination? The example didn’t match from application to usage, so Hamin pushed his forehead away.

“That’s not what you use that for.”

“Why? Is it because I’m not imagining but actually doing it?”

Hamin exclaimed in wonder. Even drunk, it was astonishing how much he could fail to make sense. While Hamin lost his words, Jaeha managed to pull down his pants. Unlike usual, Seo Hamin resisted a little weakly, but in the end Jaeha succeeded.

A satisfied smile appeared on Jaeha’s lips. Looking at Hamin’s cute penis hanging downward made him feel a violent urge to sink his fangs into it immediately.

But if he did that, Hamin would run away.

He carefully lifted Hamin and set him down on the bed. Seeing him cover his eyes with his arm, half in surrender, Jaeha suddenly swallowed his glans without warning.

“S-slowly…”

Even while hearing a voice that sounded like a growl, Jaeha could not stop sucking hard. Normally Hamin was not the type to make a lot of noise during sex. Most of the time he only let out a faint “hmm” when he couldn’t hold back anymore.

That was always frustrating. He wanted to hear that calm voice scream until it broke, but Hamin never did, which annoyed him. Even though he clearly enjoyed it.

As he mocked the stiffening penis with his tongue, he shoved his hand deep into his hole. When he pressed the familiar spot, another suppressed moan got trapped in Hamin’s throat.

“Can’t you make a sound?”

“No.”

Hamin calmly answered even while his cock was sucked hard and his hole was being roughly fingered.

Honestly, Han Jaeha’s mouth felt good. His wet, humid mouth tightened around his cock with each breath, and his soft tongue rubbed the tip, which of course felt good. Moans kept trying to spill out, but Hamin held them back desperately. It wasn’t because of any other reason, but simply because he was embarrassed.

Jaeha continued sucking while showing a displeased expression and spread his fingers inside him. Since he only sucked on the glans and left the shaft alone, Hamin’s hips trembled over and over, but with superhuman patience he held his waist steady. He wasn’t Jaeha, so he had no intention of thrusting like some brat without self-control.

Jaeha knew what Hamin was thinking, he paused and took his mouth off his cock. He lifted his head, locked eyes with him, and smiled faintly. Even in his drunken daze, Hamin’s memory wandered. He had a weapon saved for moments like this.

Ah, right. He remembered. It was that time. The day when Seo Hamin, who almost never showed that kind of fluster, had truly lost his composure.

Jaeha recalled the title from that day without hesitation.

“…Lawyer Seo.”

When Hamin saw Jaeha stick his tongue out and lick his cock as he said that, his pupils trembled.

And then.

“Ngh!”

“Han Jaeha, you crazy bastard.”

He pressed both hands hard against Jaeha’s dyed hair. The cock that had only been teased at the tip slid all the way into his mouth and disappeared.

Jaeha had a natural talent for riling him up. If he knew what he was doing, it was impressive, and even if he didn’t, it still worked the same.

Hamin clenched his jaw. He cursed Jaeha as a crazy bastard, but the crazy one was himself. The fact that he was turned on not by the past Jaeha but by the current Jaeha proved it. That made him the crazy one.

It was humiliating, but the lazy expression Jaeha made just to provoke him instantly set him off. Without loosening his grip, he lifted his hips roughly and shoved his cock into the narrow throat. Even though it was obvious from his reddened eyes how much he was suffering, Jaeha didn’t resist. Instead his eyes curved in a smile.

It seemed like he might cum any second if he looked at Jaeha’s flushed face, but strangely the release wouldn’t come. To be precise, he wanted to climax but nothing came out. Jaeha must have realized it too, because with his free hand he tapped Hamin’s stomach. It was a signal to stop.

“…Did it feel good?”

Hearing that hoarse voice in such a short time stirred not guilt but excitement in Hamin. He averted his gaze in a daze, and maybe that was answer enough, because Jaeha settled down below.

He hurriedly pushed his cock into Hamin’s entrance.

“Hnng!”

At the same time, white semen spurted from Hamin’s cock.

Jaeha bared his teeth in a grin as he looked at Hamin’s bewildered face.

“Wait, I’m still…! I’m still cumming…!”

“Yeah, you’re cumming nicely. I’ll watch you.”

It wasn’t about watching, it was about stopping, but Jaeha acted deaf and continued thrusting harder.

And true to his words, his gaze stayed fixed on the cock spilling white fluid with each thrust, making heat rush to Hamin’s nape instantly.

Jaeha drove into the exact spot over and over with a persistence that bordered on obsessive. Hamin’s vision blinked white again and again. Like a broken machine, he kept ejaculating with each thrust, until suddenly Jaeha pulled out and shoved the messy cock into his mouth.

“…Are you crazy?”

“It doesn’t taste good.”

“Then why eat it?”

Despite saying it tasted bad, Jaeha licked up every drop of semen scattered across his stomach. Watching him do it made Hamin recoil. If that was his drinking habit, Jaeha needed to stay sober for life.

Once there was nothing left to lick, Jaeha, as if to keep his earlier word, lifted Hamin’s legs high and put his lips to his hole.

“Uhh.”

It wasn’t easier the second time. He felt the wrinkles being licked and the soft intrusion inside.

This time, drunk as he was, Jaeha even nibbled on the rim with his teeth. It was barely more than pretending, but instinctive fear made Hamin’s body tremble. Jaeha then bit his ass hard.

“It hurts.”

“There’s a teeth mark. This won’t fade even tomorrow.” At this point it should count as self-defense.

Hamin rolled his eyes, looking for something to use as a weapon, but within reach there was only a pillow. Even that was quickly snatched away when Jaeha noticed his gaze, and the chance for counterattack ended before it began.

“Your back must hurt. Wait a second.”

Jaeha fumbled several times, then shoved the pillow under Hamin’s lower back. Because he placed it lengthwise instead of crosswise, his waist was raised too high, but Jaeha didn’t notice. Smiling brightly at who knows what, he shoved his cock back in.

With the height different, he could thrust without bending his waist. Propping himself on his knees, Jaeha kissed up and down Hamin’s calves while moving his hips. Afraid he’d go so far as to suck on his feet if left alone, Hamin shook his legs. Jaeha pouted but pulled his lips away.

“Sunbae, inside feels good.”

“…..”

“Did you know all the wrinkles are smoothed out?”

“Hhh… shut up, uh. Don’t thrust?”

“No, I won’t stop.”

Feeling better than usual, Jaeha slipped his hand under Hamin’s back and pulled him upright. In an instant Hamin was sitting on top, and the deeper thrust than usual made him gasp in breath.

“Ha, sunbae, I love it. Love it, love it. I really love it.”

The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang nonstop. Jaeha gripped his back so hard that marks would remain, thrusting like a madman as he stirred him inside.

Hamin’s mouth kept falling open, meaningless sounds spilling out. Hhh, uh, haat. Each time hr moaned, Jaeha kissed him with a “good job.” In the end, Hamin gave up resisting, and moans poured out of his mouth in a mess.

“Uhh! Ah! Hhh, ngh….”

Large hands wrapped around him from behind. He was pulled so tight he couldn’t breathe, shoulders crushed, but that suffocating pressure only brought the climax rushing again. Maybe it was the same for Jaeha too, because he bit into Hamin’s shoulder and let out an animal-like groan.

When Hamin tilted his head back, Jaeha grabbed his nape, lifted his head, and kissed him. At the same time, something hot spread inside. In an instant his stomach was filled.

Hamin relaxed his whole body and leaned on Jaeha. His mind was scattered, his eyes kept closing. He swore to himself never to drink with this guy again, but then he heard an unbelievable sentence at his ear.

“…I want to do more.”

It was so absurd his eyes flew open wide.