RB 71

Slurp, slurp, the sound of sucking flesh between his legs echoed loudly.

Sim Eunho seemed completely absorbed in the act, oblivious to the sucking noises coming from his own mouth. Frankly, it wasn’t a sound that turned anyone on. To put it crudely, it was greedy.

Sim Eunho clearly didn’t yet understand that arousal required more than just tongue movements; other forms of stimulation were also necessary. But his passion was commendable.

Yeorok abandoned both hearing and sight, focusing solely on the sensation rising from his lower body.

“…Huh.”

Eunho was clumsy beyond belief, but absurdly, it made him aroused. Yeorok began to wonder if Sim Eunho was a natural-born talent.

Is this how it’s supposed to be? He tilted his head back slightly, watching the scene below his navel.

Eunho, who had been kneeling and sucking his cock with all his heart, slowly raised his head. His lips were now swollen and puffy, and the skin around his eyes was flushed.

He sucked on the glans, then licked up the pre-cum with his wet tongue. He was doing a lot of things he didn’t usually do today, and he was quite good at the dirty stuff.

What was surprising was that Choi Yoonho didn’t appear at all in that face. It was probably because of those eyes glistening with moisture. His nephew rarely cried. Staring into those pupils, he couldn’t believe he had the same face as Choi Yoonho.

Yerok downed every last drop of the remaining liquor. His gaze grew even more intense. His excitement had already surged to the top of his head. But aside from his slightly quickened breathing, his face remained cold and impassive.

His fully erect penis was tightly stuffed into Eunho’s mouth. With each passing moment, it became painfully obvious Eunho was struggling. After some hesitation, Yeorok lowered his idle left hand.

“Did you know there’s a spot inside your mouth that feels especially good, Sim Eunho?”

He wrapped his hand around the base and adjusted the penis’s angle himself. To show Eunho the erogenous zone he hadn’t yet discovered.

He lifted the inner mucosa of his lips with the hardened glans, gently scraping the soft palate beneath his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. Eunho, who had been listening quietly until now, suddenly curled his toes tightly when Yeorok scraped the tip against his palate.

“Huh… huh…”

The sensation was different. Goosebumps ran up his spine to his fingertips and toes. The stimulation was far too distinct to dismiss as mere tickling.

Eunho pressed Yeorok’s penis into his mouth as if memorizing the erogenous zone Yeorok had revealed. His breathing grew rougher than before, saliva dripping profusely from his mouth. He didn’t even register how messy he looked. His arousal was that intense.

“Swallow more.”

Yeorok urged him in a hushed voice. Even that voice heightened Eunho’s excitement. His mouth, stretched to its limit, forced the penis deeper and deeper. As he repeatedly took it in and let it out, his nose soon touched Yeorok’s groin.

The presence filling his throat tightly made Eunho’s neck turn crimson. Beads of sweat formed on his trembling throat.

Yeorok gently caressed that smooth skin. The protruding neckline, more pronounced than usual, looked painfully strained.

“Sim Eunho-ssi feels it here too. Every time you take my cock down your throat, your waist jerks and twitches.”

Yeorok lightly tapped Eunho’s Adam’s apple. His own cock filled the space inside. Each time Eunho instinctively clenched his throat to survive, the cock was squeezed tightly.

But contrary to Yeorok’s words, Eunho didn’t seem particularly aroused by the action. Probably because the immediate pain was too intense. Yeorok rubbed Eunho’s eyes instead. The moisture gathered at the corners of his eyes transferred to Yeorok’s thumb.

Eunho moved his head diligently. Slowly but steadily. Though his technique was lacking, Yeorok’s cock displayed vigorous vigor. The thick veins wrapped around its shaft gently scraped Eunho’s palate, tongue, and cheek mucosa. 

At some point, Yeorok grabbed Eunho’s head and added speed to the agonizingly slow thrusts. As he slowly thrust his hips, the frequency of Eunho’s nose and his pubic hair colliding increased.

It was painful enough to make tears stream down his face, but every time his face was buried in Yeorok’s groin, Eunho was overcome by a strange feeling. The intense body odor emanating from his crotch was primal. He wondered if he was actually aroused by that scent.

But with each deep thrust, his breath grew ragged. Only when the veins on Eunho’s forehead stood taut did Yeorok abruptly pull the cock from his mouth.

A long, sticky, transparent thread stretched between the glans and his lips. No one knew if it was pre-cum or saliva, it formed a drooping curve before finally snapping.

Eunho gasped for air, too frantic to notice the obscene spectacle. He didn’t register the intense gaze above his head either.

Suddenly, Eunho’s upper body was grabbed and pulled up. He only came to his senses after finding himself face-down on the island bar.

“Gah, C-Chairman!”

In the nick of time, his pants and underwear were pulled down. The sensation behind him was vivid. As the smooth suit pants and the hard texture of the penis touched his buttocks, Eunho froze instantly and screamed.

“I won’t put it in.”

Yeorok soothed him in a rare gentle voice. Then, the head of his penis, held high, parted Eunho’s thighs and pushed deep inside.

“Huh, hu, uh.”

Eunho’s mouth kept letting out anxious breaths. He couldn’t see what was happening behind him, so he had to guess the situation based solely on sensation.

He understood that Yeorok had thrust his penis between his legs. As he’d said, it wasn’t full penetration, but his body still stiffened. The pants and underwear caught around his ankles acted like shackles, binding Eunho’s legs. Escape was impossible anyway.

Fear rose to his throat, his limbs trembling violently. Just moments ago, he’d been soaked in excitement, but now, paralyzed by terror, his mind went blank.

“Sim Eunho-ssi. Don’t be afraid.”

A low voice entered Eunho’s ear. The voice, calm to the point of languor, was unmistakably Yeorok’s.

Eunho swallowed his irregular breaths, forcing himself to push the fearful thoughts away. He mustn’t forget that the hand touching him and the penis pressed against his thigh were both part of Choi Yeorok.

Eunho fumbled for his jacket, lying abandoned beside him, and pulled it toward him. Inhaling the rich scent of his body lingering inside the luxurious jacket, his trembling heart calmed slightly.

“Squeeze your thighs.”

Eunho stiffened, brought his knees together, and clenched his thighs tightly. This made the sensation of the penis wedged inside feel even more vivid.

Yeorok slowly began moving his hips. The hard penis sliced between his thighs and entered. His groin repeatedly slammed against Eunho’s buttocks. Each thrust made his prone body shake helplessly. 

Eunho buried his face in the jacket and breathed in. Thinking of it as Yeorok, he rubbed his cheek and pressed his lips against it. Just the movement of his penis stimulated his scrotum, shaft, and perineum. 

Sticky bodily fluids left trails down his thighs.

It was an unfamiliar and strange sensation. Before he knew it, a breath that was closer to a moan than a frightened voice escaped his parted lips.

Yeorok continued thrusting, looking down at Eunho lying flat on his stomach. His hands gripped Eunho’s hips tightly, knuckles protruding.

His lean body was hard and bony, lacking any flesh. He had to grip him this tightly just to pull up the little flesh he had. At least his buttocks and thighs were plump enough to provide sufficient stimulation.

Suddenly, Eunho’s concave lower back caught his eye. The sweat-slicked waist looked slender enough to be pleasing to the eye.

Yeorok lifted Eunho’s T-shirt with his fingertips. The exposed spine and shoulder blades trembled with each thrust of his own penis. Though undeniably a man’s body, its erotic appeal was an objective fact.

Touching the back of Eunho’s head as he lay face down, Yeorok felt how drenched his scalp was with sweat.

Yeorok gently pushed Eunho’s head to the side.

Eunho, who had stubbornly buried his face in the jacket, finally revealed a little of his face. His face, panting heavily, was completely flushed with lust. Even though saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, it didn’t feel dirty.

Yeorok bent down and pressed his lips to Eunho’s. The angle was awkward, and their lips kept missing, but he persistently pressed and sucked.

Eunho braced himself on the tabletop and slightly raised his hips. This made sucking his lips considerably easier.

“Haa, Chairman.”

Even though he wasn’t actually thrusting, Eunho’s breathing became ragged. In response, Yeorok quickened his pace. His thighs burned. He couldn’t tell if it was from the skin being scraped raw or the presence moving back and forth between them.

Even in this situation, Yeorok didn’t let out a single moan. It was a reaction at odds with his vigorous energy. Only the heavy breathing coming from behind him gave any indication of his level of excitement.

Eunho straightened his face and fell back onto the jacket again. His frail body was no match for the force being thrust upon him.