JD 127

Muheon tasted each of Hakyung’s fingers wrapped around his cheek. Every part that touched his lips was as sweet as candy.

The hollow of the palm, the slightly raised knuckles, the neatly trimmed tiny nails, he traced them all with the tip of his tongue. Hakyung, whose hand was being devoured by Muheon, twitched his fingers slightly inside his mouth.

The sensation of Muheon’s tongue on his fingers felt completely different from when they kissed.

Realizing that Hakyung had started playing inside his mouth, Muheon sucked his fingers hard.

The feeling was reminiscent of when Muheon sucked on his cock. Without meaning to, Hakyung pressed his thighs together and rolled his hips.

“Haah…”

“You’re gonna come from just fingers.”

Muheon smirked and licked, sucked, and lightly bit down, more brazenly this time. The finger, adorned with nothing but a wedding ring, something never meant to be erotic, now felt like the most obscene and sensitive part of his body.

Hakyung had a hunch. From now on, every time he saw his fingers, his mind would flush scarlet. And Muheon was clearly doing it on purpose.

Muheon didn’t speak until he’d tasted Hakyung’s fingers so thoroughly they were wrinkled at the tips.

“Ah… my finger feels weird.”

“Weird?”

“I didn’t even take a bath or go swimming. Look what happened.”

Hakyung frowned, eyeing his flushed red fingers with clear displeasure. Muheon gently rubbed his forehead with them and smiled.

“They always end up like that.”

“What…?”

“Because of the water that comes out of your hole. It bursts every time.”

At Muheon’s completely casual remark, Hakyung smacked his shoulder hard. His face flushed instantly.

Muheon poked at Hakyung’s reddened cheeks. His reaction was too amusing not to tease. And it wasn’t like he was lying.

“It’s true, you know.”

“N-no…!” That’s…!

Hakyung vehemently denied it but still slid a hand between his buttocks. Lately, he had noticed the area getting wet every time they had sex. Even the lube seemed to run out much more slowly than before.

But hearing Muheon confirm it made his whole body heat with embarrassment.

The hospital had said it was a natural result of the organ developing and not to worry unless symptoms became severe. But since he wasn’t sure what counted as severe, he’d just let it be.

“It’s not coming out! Not coming out!”

Hakyung, after softly touching between his cheeks, shouted.

It was cute, how he checked the moment Muheon mentioned too much moisture. Muheon moved his hand aside and brushed the area himself.

Startled by the coolness of his touch, Hakyung let out a soft whimper.

“Ah… mm…!”

“See? Nothing’s coming out.”

At Muheon’s teasing, Hakyung glared at him. But it wasn’t wrong, so there was nothing he could say.

It’s not like the hole had eyes, so why did it react the moment Muheon touched it? Everything about Muheon made him melt.

Teasing Hakyung was fun, but Muheon didn’t want to make him upset. He smiled warmly and pulled him into an embrace.

“That’s why it’s fine. It’s natural, we’re both healthy, and it feels good.”

“Right…?”

“Where else would I find a perfect river dolphin like you?”

At Muheon’s shameless praise, Hakyung’s stern expression wavered into a wobbly smile. He wrapped his legs around Muheon’s waist and held him close.

Muheon, despite his movements, didn’t pant for breath. But his affectionate expression was more than welcome.

For a while, they shared warmth in silence, eventually falling into a passionate kiss, neither needed to ask who would take the lead.

“Mm…!”

Muheon’s tongue wreaked havoc inside Hakyung’s mouth, reaching so deep it grazed his throat. Tears formed in the corners of Hakyung’s eyes.

When Hakyung’s tongue tried to retreat, Muheon tilted his head and pushed even deeper. Soon, saliva dripped down Hakyung’s chin to his collarbone, the relentless kiss showing no signs of ending.

As he struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by the excess saliva, Hakyung clawed lightly at Muheon’s back. His short nails carried a faint touch, but Muheon instantly recognized the signal.

Only then did he release Hakyung’s lips, though his face was full of regret.

“Haah… my tongue hurts…”

First his ass, now his tongue, Hakyung stuck it out and fanned it with his hand. Muheon couldn’t resist and bit it again, earning a light smack in return.

Still, Muheon laughed and clung to him like it was nothing. Hakyung, not minding the affection, sighed and wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders.

Muheon’s fingers moved swiftly inside the narrow opening. Each time, Hakyung moaned, his entire body slippery with sweat.

As Muheon stirred his fingers, he couldn’t help thinking it was a waste to let all that wetness go unused. That thought turned to action in an instant.

He pulled out his fingers and shifted positions. Laying Hakyung on his stomach, Muheon spread his legs and buried his face between his cheeks.

He was so relaxed now that Muheon’s tongue slipped inside without resistance.

It happened so suddenly that Hakyung didn’t even register it. Just moments ago, he was writhing from Muheon’s fingers, now his face was buried in his ass.

Startled, Hakyung tried to pull away, but Muheon held him firmly by the waist, leaving him stuck.

As the tongue moved deeper, Hakyung let out a choked moan. His already heated body ignited all over again.

“Ah… mm…!”

His moans echoed in the air. Hakyung covered his face with both hands.

It felt good, but it was embarrassing. And being embarrassed somehow made it more exciting. In the end, Hakyung started rolling his hips with Muheon’s tongue, silently begging for more.

Lowering his hands, he looked back and called out:

“Put it in. Hmm…? Deeper…”

“What do you want me to put in?”

Muheon, breathing heavily, asked. He wasn’t calm either. His cock, fully erect, was pressed against Hakyung’s belly from the moment he grabbed his hips.

But his face betrayed nothing. He grabbed Hakyung’s calf and spread it wide, then ran his tongue from the ankle up to the arch of his foot in one long sweep.

The rough texture left a strange thrill that made Hakyung squirm even more.

Muheon kissed and licked every inch of his smooth calves and feet, then took Hakyung’s pinky toe into his mouth.

“H-Hey, stop that!”

“Why?”

“It’s dirty…!”

Grinning at the embarrassed Hakyung, Muheon took not just the pinky but every toe into his mouth, one by one, sucking, rolling, and tasting them thoroughly.

Hakyung’s face was bright red the entire time. In the end, he had no choice but to speak up again.

“Honey, your pepper… whether it’s radish or anything else… just put it in already!”

“Ah, my cock.”

“Mm.”

At Hakyung’s plea, Muheon nodded while still nibbling on his toes. Seeing the nod, Hakyung relaxed and let his head fall back.

Just the thought of being filled soon eased his nerves.

But instead of giving him what he wanted, Muheon suddenly grabbed Hakyung’s cock and sandwiched it between his own.

Hakyung, confused, widened his eyes.

“What—what are you doing?!”

“Taking it slow.”

Contrary to Hakyung’s desperation to finish, Muheon had no intention of ending things quickly. He was already on his third round with him today.

He stroked their cocks together with one hand.

“Ahh…!”

It wasn’t just touching or sucking, this friction between their hot, hard shafts brought a new kind of pleasure that made Hakyung throw his head back.

Muheon watched his trembling cock and the pale neck before leaning forward and leaving a deep bite on Hakyung’s collarbone.

“Ah… mm…!”

“Kang Hakyung…”

The room, already thick with the sounds of wet slaps, ragged breathing, and suppressed moans, now brimmed with an even stronger scent of arousal.