PHUW 94

Of course, not in the way Ahn Haeri wanted, but the kind where he would be made to kneel against the wall with his forehead pressed there, no play, no treats, until Jeong Mok said it was enough. Along with that, a warning too–that if he kept provoking someone already holding back, he would not end well.

‘This brat needs to learn fear.’

The other, who had no clue of what Jeong Mok was thinking, just giggled with delight. Still holding him, Jeong Mok walked straight to the bedroom and dropped him lightly onto the bed.

“Hyung, you’re mad.”

Haeri crawled to the middle of the bed. Hugging a pillow, he lay face down and bent one leg up. The room was not particularly warm, yet Haeri insisted on short, loose shorts. At first, Jeong Mok thought it was because of the half-cast, but seeing the pale flesh of his inner thighs provocatively exposed, the handprints left the night before now faded away, it did not seem to be the only reason.

The provocation only kept backfiring. On the contrary, it did nothing to him, who had gone calm and steady. He fixed a heavy gaze on the bad-mannered mutt, who still had no idea what danger he was in.

He slipped off his jacket and dropped it onto the floor. Next came his tie, coiling like a snake atop the crumpled jacket. His watch and both cufflinks followed, landing on the tie. His vest, tossed carelessly, made a little tent, which the heavy belt collapsed flat.

He reached for his dress shirt buttons.

The laughter that had been bright on Haeri’s pale face slowly faded. The blush that began at his ears spread across his cheekbones, and the mischief drained from his barley-tea-colored eyes. The knee he had raised temptingly lowered slowly.

“Why… are you looking at me like that?”

Feeling something serious, Haeri faltered.

“Come here, time to get scolded.”

He climbed onto the bed, reaching for him. Haeri suddenly thrashed like an eel hit with salt. He scrambled back, his rolling eyes darting as if searching for a way to escape. But with Jeong Mok’s build, boasting the reach of a pro volleyball player, it was useless.

He seized Haeri’s sound ankle and dragged him straight toward him. The other panicked, smacking the pillow and bed with both hands.

“Ti-time out!”

“This isn’t a game.”

He answered bluntly and tugged down the shorts that had been annoying him since earlier. The shorts and thin underwear came off together and flew off the bed.

“Ugh!”

Haeri yanked down the hem of his short shirt to cover his groin. The attempt was so pitiful that Jeong Mok snorted.

“No! W-wait!”

“You said you wanted to be scolded.”

“Th-that’s not what I meant.”

When his gaze dropped, Haeri shrieked and kicked. His reddened sole pressed against Jeong Mok’s chest, pushing with all his might. But he could not resist the weight Jeong Mok leaned on him with his upper body. Instead, his bent knee pressed into Haeri’s heaving chest.

“Relax your legs.”

He softly coaxed, pried the foot from his chest, then pulled away the hands desperately covering his groin. Unlike its frightened owner, the mushroom head was swelling up with eager expectation. Not yet fully hard, the penis was squeezed between his thumb and forefinger.

“Hhhngh.”

Haeri’s face turning fully red, and Jeong Mok stroked the shaft.

“Ahh!”

The other, sensitive all over, crumbled at the direct stimulation of his erogenous zone. Seeing him shudder, shoulders hunched, only made Jeong Mok want to torment him more. He kneaded Haeri’s tight scrotum, and with his other hand gripped his glans like a ball, squeezing it hard.

“Hhhhnngh! Ahh! No, no, this is bad, this is bad! Ahh!”

Unable to endure, Haeri clawed the air with both hands.

“Did you do wrong, or not?”

“I-I was wrong!”

Haeri cried out, panicked.

“Say what you did wrong.”

“Teasing hyung.”

He wrapped the shaft and pumped it up and down, rubbing the slit with his thumb, while his other hand rolled the scrotum and pressed firmly against his perineum.

“What else?”

“Not stopping when you told me to! Ah, sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t, don’t!”

The half-hard cock stiffened in an instant. Judging by how his hips and thighs trembled, release was close. Jeong Mok deliberately tightened his grip to block it. Haeri broke into sobs.

“Let, let go… bastard… let go.”

He smacked the forearm holding his cock.

“Hey, you think you can curse at hyung and hit me? Do you want more punishment?”

“P-please… I, I was w-wrong… ahh.”

Feigning sternness, Jeong Mok gave a warning. This time Ahn Haeri pressed his hands together and begged desperately. Tears ran down his temples as if he truly was in pain.

“You won’t do it again, right?”

“Yes! Yes! I won’t!”

His answer came without hesitation, and with his palms rubbing as if they would catch fire. Jeong Mok let out a small laugh, then loosened his grip.

“Ah… haah… hh.”

From the flushed glans, a faint fluid welled up. Watching it slide down the penis, Jeong Mok bent his head without thinking and stuck out his tongue.

“…Huh?”

Haeri, who had gone limp with relief, suddenly jerked his head up.

“U-ugh… uaaa… c-crazy… mff!”

He let out a high-pitched cry, then clapped both hands over his mouth. With a face blazing red as if about to combust, he looked down at Jeong Mok licking his cock.

There was not much semen. A couple of licks cleared most of it, but since there were splatters here and there, Jeong Mok licked every corner of the shaft and at the end even took it into his mouth and sucked.

“Uhh… nnngh!”

Haeri’s head fell back again. His body tensed and trembled, his legs thrashing until his knee grazed Jeong Mok’s temple. Startled by the stiff hair, Haeri groaned like a newborn herbivore unable to control his own limbs.

Smooch.

Even after climaxing, Haeri spurted another shot of semen into Jeong Mok’s mouth. He was a healthy mutt indeed. Jeong Mok licked the shaft clean so no saliva remained, then swallowed what pooled in his mouth. Finally, he kissed the tip of the wilted cock, then sucked on Haeri’s trembling inner thigh, leaving a deep mark before letting go.

“Now the scolding’s over.”

He tapped Haeri’s butt.

Haeri pulled his legs together and buried his face back into the pillow, muttering resentfully,

“Really… crazy. Pervert. Totally insane pervert. How… how could you.”

“You provoked me without even being ready for a blowjob?”

The truth was, even Jeong Mok had never imagined himself sucking a man’s cock, much less swallowing semen. Before meeting Haeri, he thought there was no Eros inside him at all. He was surprised at how it was not repulsive but instead fun and even enjoyable.

He took off his shirt. Then, placing each foot on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his socks. With only trousers and briefs left, he stripped them both off at once.

“Why… are you undressing?”

Haeri, who had slowly sat up, asked. Hugging a pillow like a shield, he inched backward, looking as if he feared what might come.

“You can’t shower with clothes on.”

“Why strip here when there’s a bathroom?”

“Thought I’d try provoking you a little too.”

“Huh?”

Smiling, he reached out to him completely naked.

“Ah, wait!”

Haeri recoiled, shaking his head, then scrambled down from the bed.

“You’ll hurt your foot again.”

Jeong Mok caught him. The one who had so boldly spread his legs earlier now pressed them tightly together like a coy maiden. Because of that, Jeong Mok had no choice but to carry him like a princess.

“Put me down!”

“I’ll drop you if you don’t stay still.”

He carried him into the bathroom and set him down inside the tub. Haeri suddenly composed himself meekly. When Jeong Mok picked up the showerhead, Haeri lifted his head but quickly dropped his gaze diagonally down. His heavy, aroused cock was right near his face.

Haeri, edging away inside the tub, hugged his shins and muttered,

“I’ll wash myself.”

“You said you couldn’t because of your leg.”

“That was yesterday. I think I can today.”

He had provoked him so recklessly earlier, yet when Jeong Mok threatened in earnest, he was suddenly scared.

“Then should we wash together.”

Jeong Mok made to step into the tub. Haeri cried out and bolted out instead. As he tried to flee, dripping sweat, Jeong Mok grabbed his wrist. Haeri yelped and sank down.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ll wash later. You go first.”

“Why, when we can just wash together. We’re both men, what’s the problem.”

He threw Haeri’s own words back at him. Haeri looked stricken, glaring with wounded eyes.

“I’m all healed now. I’ll wash myself.”

“Really? What about your hair? Wasn’t it that you couldn’t wash it because your leg hurt? And with your foot, how will you wash your back.”

“That’s…”

Haeri pouted, wearing the look of someone saying, ‘Are you really doing this?’

“So it was a lie?”

“…It wasn’t. Yesterday it really was like that.”

“Another lie. You really do need more punishment.”

“But I just got punished.”

He protested, sounding wronged.

“That was for something else. This is a different lie, so it needs more punishment.”

“I was wrong, hyung. Please. I don’t want more punishment today.”