RB 61

Yeorok slid his tongue down the stiffened tongue and asked. Even in the dim light, he could see Eunho’s eyes growing wet.

“Huu, yes.”

“You shouldn’t hurt from something this small.”

“I can, huu, endure it.”

He calmy answered even while trembling from the pain. Yeorok’s lips curved up softly. “Good boy,” he murmured. Thanks to that, he felt inclined to humor him.

Instead of kissing, Yeorok sucked on Eunho’s nape. When his tongue wet the goosebumped skin and his teeth bit down, Eunho twisted his waist from the ticklish sting.

“You don’t like this either?”

Yeorok read the reaction quickly. When Eunho tried to shy away, his eyes narrowed at once.

“Haa, it’s just too… ticklish.”

“Do you like pain, Sim Eunho-ssi?”

Yeorok bit his neck again on purpose. As the dull pain spread, Eunho opened and closed his fingers wide. Before he knew it, Yeorok’s shirt collar was caught in his grip and wrinkled.

Then their lips met again. Despite the sores, their tongues tangled in a heated struggle. Yeorok bit Eunho’s torn lips, sucking down the blood that welled up. Eunho’s body shuddered each time.

Their tongues knotted endlessly. Eunho wrapped his arms around Yeorok’s shoulders, desperately mixing tongues, while Yeorok stroked the nape he had sucked earlier and gave his tongue back. The wet sounds grew messier with the saliva they exchanged.

Sim Eunho was now fairly skilled at kissing. The beginning had been hard, but once his lips touched, he moved his tongue with ease.

His body, of course, was sensitive. Each time their lips pressed, his crotch stiffened quickly and poked against Yeorok’s stomach. Yeorok always chose this face-to-face position to confirm that reaction.

Even now, with their lips joined, he looked at the aroused Eunho. Eunho had his eyes closed, lost in the kiss. His lashes trembled as his breath came short.

Yeorok kept his eyes open as he tangled tongues, then slowly pulled his head back. Eunho’s tongue slipped out, it was left hanging as they parted. His face flushed with arousal, he looked confused at the sudden stop.

“That’s enough kissing.”

Yeorok leaned his head back against the sofa and flicked his gaze down.

“Sit down on the floor.”

Eunho wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand and obeyed. On the cold marble floor, he knelt and looked up at Choi Yeorok endlessly. In face and posture alike, he was the picture of obedience.

Yeorok stretched out his arm and took the glass from the side table. The ice inside, almost melted, clinked faintly. The moisture on the surface wet his fingers. Unlike his usual neatness, he let the water drip freely as he raised the glass to his lips.

“……”

The act looked like he was disinfecting his mouth. He was neither savoring the taste nor trying to get drunk.

Yeorok only wet his mouth with liquor, his gaze flat and empty. The longer their eyes met, the stiffer Eunho’s limbs grew. But he stared up at him without breaking posture, waiting for those lips to give him an order.

Maybe his desperate eyes got through, because Yeorok reached over the sofa cushion. Soon the grotesque imitation cock was in his hand.

He bent down and held the dildo in front of Eunho’s lips.

“I wonder. How much did you practice that your mouth ended up in this state.”

The soft tip pushed his swollen lips apart. His cracked mouth burned, and the inside stung enough to bring tears.

But Eunho opened his mouth obediently. It was almost reflex. He could not tell if it was because of the endless practice of the past days, or because the one pushing it in was Choi Yeorok. He only knew he was trembling.

“…Hng.”

Eunho steadied his shaking knees and set his posture properly, then took the dildo into his mouth earnestly.

The silicone filled his mouth with a taste and shape he had grown familiar with. The bitter rubber flavor spread over his tongue. Though it stung and hurt, he sucked without pause.

A moment later, Eunho’s hands had settled on Yeorok’s knees. Between his legs, Eunho’s head bobbed rhythmically. It felt almost exactly like he was sucking his cock.

Eunho snorted through his nose and pulled the rubber shaft from his mouth. With just the tip inside, he circled his tongue. Above his head came a soft, breathy laugh.

“Good job.”

Yeorok stroked the crown of his head gently.

“Truly a model student.”

The words sounded like praise but they weren’t. But Yeorok was genuinely satisfied in this moment. His faintly curved eyes proved it.

“Seo Taehwa told me you asked him for a video. Looking up lessons too, how admirable.”

The hand stroking his head traced down his ear and to his nape. Yeorok rubbed his thumb over the tight tendon there.

“So, did you open your throat?”

The casual question was lewd.

Eunho nodded with the dildo still in his mouth. When he sneaked a glance up, Choi Yeorok was still smiling. That smile was charming enough to wipe out the pain in his mouth at once.

Yeorok pulled the dildo from his mouth. The silicone, soaked in saliva, he tossed carelessly onto the floor. Then he leaned back comfortably against the sofa.

“I got one that looks as close as possible, but it will be clearly different from the real thing. Even the feeling of it will probably be different.”

“……”

“Even if you got used to a dildo, wouldn’t you feel disgusted when you see a real cock?”

Yeorok swirled his glass as he asked. His gaze looked almost concerned.

Eunho swallowed the saliva pooled in his mouth. It tasted bitter with rubber.

“…That could happen.”

“I don’t want to go through someone gagging on my cock.”

“……”

“There’s no guarantee you won’t.”

“But….”

Eunho grabbed Yeorok’s trouser leg with both hands. He was afraid Yeorok might throw him away. Forcing out his voice, he spoke.

“You promised you’d help me.”

“……”

“Please endure it.”

His voice trembled, but his words were clear. He did not want anyone else. Eunho looked as pitiful as the day they had made their contract when asking for help like this.

Yeorok leaned his head back and let out a long breath. What had he been hoping for? Maybe he had wished Sim Eunho would step forward and volunteer to do it with someone else.

But with that pitiful face between his knees, there was no way. It felt like he was cornered.

After a few more sighs, Yeorok unbuckled his pants.

“Try it. I’ll endure.”

Even with permission, Eunho could not reach right away. His eyes were on Yeorok’s crotch, but his clenched hands stayed on his knees.

“You can’t do it?”

“No.”

Eunho felt dizzy. He unconsciously looked up at Yeorok. More precisely, at the glass in his hand.

Yeorok swirled the liquor leisurely. As if reading his mind, he gave a cynical smile and handed him the half-empty glass.

“Sim Eunho-ssi looks like he needs a drink as much as I do.”

“……”

Eunho drained the rest in one go. The harsh liquor scraped over his sores, making him frown for a moment, but he only exhaled.

His feelings and Yeorok’s were different. Yeorok surely disliked this situation, but Eunho was only nervous.

He set the empty glass on the floor and straightened his back. Then he reached for Yeorok’s pants without hesitation. He lowered the zipper and opened the fly. He pulled down the waistband clinging to the flat stomach.

The thick patch of pubic hair was revealed, and Eunho’s fingers trembled briefly. Pubic hair itself was not unfamiliar. Every adult had it, he did too. But realizing it belonged to Choi Yeorok made the sight erotic.

Only for a moment. He looked away from the hair and pulled the underwear further down. The thick weight of flesh trapped inside finally came out.

“……”

Eunho stared blankly. Yeorok’s cock hung loose. Its size was considerable, but it was completely calm. Proof that he felt no excitement in this act.

Eunho closed his legs slightly, trying to hide his own crotch that had hardened with arousal.

Even so, his eyes stayed on the limp flesh. The contrast made his feelings twist into something shameful, disappointed, and confused all at once.

Would it even get hard? Eunho stared at it for a long time. Honestly, he was not sure.

“You’re stuck now that you saw it in person?”

Even with his cock exposed, Yeorok spoke casually, like it was nothing.

“It’s not that… it’s just too quiet, I don’t know how to make it hard.”

“Touch it. A cock always gets hard. Like it or not, it’s a physical response you can’t avoid.”

Yeorok ran his wet hand over his own cock. His long straight fingers wrapping around the flesh looked obscene.

Eunho quickly lowered his eyes, watching him stroke himself was too much. For someone who had spent days sucking a dildo, he looked strangely innocent.

Yeorok’s face stayed blank. Whether Sim Eunho acted distant or not, he only kept stroking himself. The slow friction sounds filled the room.

“…Chairman, let me do it.”