RB 57

Even now, as soon as he arrived, their lips were already locked.

Eunho, who was sitting on the dining table, was overwhelmed trying to keep up with the onslaught of kisses. He braced his right hand behind his waist to support his swaying torso, and with his left he held Yeorok’s nape.

Their lips tangled without rest. Sticky sucking sounds melted into ragged breathing. After repeating this act so many times, some form had taken shape. Eunho now moved his tongue with some skill, breathed naturally through his nose, and even knew when to tilt his head first.

Because he had learned from Yeorok, Eunho’s lips and tongue moved exactly in Yeorok’s style. Yeorok sucked his tongue as though he was trying to devour it. He toyed inside his mouth with smooth motions, sometimes twisting hard enough to Eunho tear up.

The perfect control of pace made Eunho’s head spin and his spine tingle whenever they kissed. Even now, Eunho’s toes, lifted slightly in the air, curled and uncurled.

When their lips finally grew sore, the pressed flesh parted a little. The wet sound of their separating lips was lewd.

Eunho swallowed the saliva pooled in his mouth. His throat, the inside of his cheeks, even both sides of his face burned hot. He could guess without a mirror how red his face must be. He was grateful the lights were off. At least the flush could stay hidden.

Eunho suddenly lifted his trembling eyelids. It felt like thirty minutes had passed since the kiss began. His pants were already slightly tented. Whenever he kissed Yeorok, blood rushed to his lower body.

But Choi Yeorok showed not the slightest sign of arousal. His face close by was cool as ever. His breathing was calm, his expression unchanged.

Eunho let go of his nape and set both hands on the table. His gaze dropped, unintentionally landing on the front of Yeorok’s pants. Pointless curiosity kept tugging at him.

“What?”

The cold voice came from above his crown. Startled, Eunho quickly lifted his head.

“No-Nothing.”

Yeorok fixed him with a piercing look.

“Are you wondering if I’m hard?”

Eunho froze half out of his wits. His impure thought had been read, and his face burned like it would explode.

Yeorok straightened his bent back. He looked down indifferently at Sim Eunho, whose face was flushed bright red even in the dark. A tired breath slipped from his lips.

“I was just thinking it’s about time we started practicing cocksucking.”

“…What?”

“Have you ever given a blowjob?”

Eunho shook his head. His dazed expression matched his empty answer. He understood the words but it sank in slowly.

Yeorok pressed two fingers together and tapped lightly on Eunho’s parted lips.

“Pretend it’s my cock and suck it.”

“……”

Eunho’s mouth opened wider. His red tongue trembled forward to meet it. Eunho carefully gripped Yeorok’s wrist and managed to take his two fingers into his mouth.

Just the first joint, the fingertips against his tongue felt absurdly smooth. It was the hand he had always thought was beautiful, long and straight. Even though it was only sucking fingers, he felt like he was committing something irreverent.

Stiff with tension, Eunho pursed his lips. He simply sucked on them, without any technique, only earnest effort.

Yeorok watched in silence, then finally spoke.

“What are you even doing right now?”

“……”

“This won’t do at all.”

He wiggled his two fingers inside Eunho’s mouth like he was pressing piano keys. Eunho’s pursed lips opened wide on their own. Yeorok slowly rubbed his fingertips over Eunho’s tongue. Soft flesh and rough ridges ground together.

“Use your tongue too.”

Saliva dripped down unchecked. Eunho could not answer in this state, so he blinked his eyes as a reply.

Being corrected only made him tense up. He straightened his back and steeled himself again. This time, he took Yeorok’s fingers into his mouth with more effort. Dirtying clean fingers with spit felt sinful, but he had no choice since Yeorok told him to suck.

When he pushed them in up to the second joint, Yeorok’s fingertips reached his tongue root. As soon as they brushed the sensitive spot, Eunho’s eyes scrunched up on their own. With the fingers still in his mouth, he gagged faintly.

“If you can’t even swallow this much, it’ll be a problem.”

Yeorok looked down at him with shadowed eyes. Under his fingers, Eunho’s tongue squirmed and rolled. Foolish, obedient Sim Eunho kept sucking even while struggling. Watching it only made Yeorok’s frustration heavier.

“Alright, I get it for now.”

Yeorok slowly pulled his fingers out of Eunho’s mouth. Today had only been a test anyway.

He turned straight toward the bathroom. He ran the faucet and squeezed soap onto his spit-slicked hand while taking out his phone with the other. He found Secretary Hong’s contact and immediately called.

The call connected before the first ring had finished.

“Yeah, I need you to do something.”

Yeorok wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear as he washed. He worked the soap into every gap between his fingers, lathering up almost obsessively. He rinsed under clean water until his skin squeaked.

“Get it within 30 minutes. According to the conditions I told you.”

He picked up his phone again and he wiped the moisture from his hands one by one. After he ended the call and checked, the left cuff of his sleeve was slightly damp. He was not sure if it had gotten wet when he washed his hands or if it was from Sim Eunho’s saliva.

Either way, he needed to change clothes. Yeorok immediately headed to the dressing room. From the neatly arranged hangers he chose a shirt similar to the one he was wearing and he took out a tie as well.

While he was unbuttoning his shirt, something in his sight caught his attention. The suitcase quietly lying in the corner of the dressing room was not really a problem. What he did not like was the pile of clothes stacked on top of it.

Eunho had his belongings displayed in a shabby way. Even though Yeorok had allowed him to use the officetel comfortably, Eunho’s determination to never intrude into someone else’s area was clear. Yeorok sighed and he finished unbuttoning his shirt.

When he came back out after changing, Eunho was still in the same spot practicing alone. He was sucking on his own fingers, trying to get the feel somehow, but it did not look like it was working. Whenever he pushed them in a little deeper, he inevitably started gagging.

Yeorok stepped toward him. Only when he heard the movement did Eunho pull his wet hand out of his mouth. His eyes trembled restlessly, filled with anxiety. He was clearly scared, worried that he would be scolded again.

“Chairman. This… it’s not working well.”

“Of course it’s not working. If you could do that overnight, you would be a born slut.”

Yeorok answered casually. Everyone was clumsy at the beginning, and Sim Eunho’s throat had never taken in anything other than food. Maybe his mouth was also a little small.

That did not mean Yeorok planned to be lenient. He stood by the table and checked his wristwatch. Just when he thought the timing was about right, the front door opened and Secretary Hong appeared.

Secretary Hong came in, handed over a shopping bag, and left right away. Yeorok checked the contents first. Time had been a bit tight, but fortunately, he had brought exactly what Yeorok had ordered.

“Sim Eunho-ssi”

“…Yes.”

“I have to go to Japan for three days starting tomorrow. I am thinking of giving you some homework for that time.”

Yeorok calmly handed him the shopping bag. Since it was in his hand, even the black paper bag looked like some luxury brand bag.

Eunho, curious, opened the bag. A small gasp slipped out. Inside was a dildo. And it looked quite grotesque.

While Eunho froze with his mouth open, Yeorok gave the rest of his instruction in a calm voice.

“Until I return, use this to open up your throat.”

“……”

“You need to answer.”

His quiet urging made Eunho reflexively said yes. But his face still looked on the verge of tears. Even when he looked up at Yeorok, the man only kept an indifferent expression, showing no intention of letting him off.

“See you in three days.”

Without any other encouragement or praise, Yeorok turned his back.

The front door opened and closed, and once again Eunho was left alone in the house.

“……”

Now completely alone, Eunho took the dildo out of the shopping bag. The imitation organ in his hands had a yellowish skin tone like real human flesh, and the details were intricate. Since it was made of silicone, it was even slightly squishy.

His brow furrowed on its own. With Yeorok gone from sight, he could give his honest opinion.

“…Disgusting.”

He moved it slightly, and the imitation organ wobbled. It was an unsettling response, matching its disturbing look.