Chapter 19
Yeonho didn't pull away from the kiss. Instead, he sat up, bringing Gyeongjae along with him.
And after a few more moments of licking and sucking at each other's lips, he finally drew back, panting heavily.
"Now take those off. I shouldn't be the only one naked here," Yeonho said, running his fingers slowly over Gyeongjae's defined, tattoo-covered abs.
"You really have no shame at all, do you?"
Gyeongjae pushed his pants all the way off, leaving him fully naked just like Yeonho.
Yeonho's eyes immediately locked onto Gyeongjae's thick, hard cock. It was unbelievably large, bigger than anything he had ever imagined. His eyes went wide, and he swallowed hard, falling suddenly silent.
"Why so quiet all of a sudden? Are you actually scared now? Where did all that cocky attitude from earlier go?"
Gyeongjae assumed Yeonho had finally gotten cold feet and was about to back down.
But Yeonho remained strangely still, not looking afraid at all. Slowly, he shifted lower, leaning his face right between Gyeongjae's legs.
"What are you doing?" Gyeongjae asked, confused.
He thought Yeonho would hesitate — until Yeonho opened his mouth and took the entire length inside, swallowing it deep down his throat right to the base, then started to suck hard, taking it all the way like a pro.
"Hngh… gck… You're so huge…" Yeonho mumbled around his length, bobbing his head eagerly.
"Fuck… Don't talk while you have my dick in your mouth."
Gyeongjae never expected this from Yeonho. He never imagined Yeonho would be this good at it. Every movement felt perfect, sending waves of intense pleasure straight through his body.
Yeonho kept going, slow and deep, choking slightly but never stopping, sucking and taking every inch like it was exactly what he craved.
Gyeongjae could feel the tight heat of Yeonho's mouth and throat as he slid in and out, deeper and deeper each time.
He looked down, mesmerized by the sight. Yeonho working eagerly on him, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, his cheeks flushed bright red, long blonde lashes fluttering every time he took Gyeongjae deep down.
Gyeongjae found the view breathtaking. Seeing Yeonho act like he was desperate for his cock was absolutely intoxicating.
Slowly, he tangled his fingers in Yeonho's long hair, brushing it back from his face so he could see everything clearly.
Now he held Yeonho's head in place, guiding him as he pleased while Yeonho kept sucking.
Soon his hips began to move on their own, thrusting up in time with the rhythm, his hand pushing Yeonho's head down to meet his strokes.
"Keugh… Hngk…"
Yeonho only picked up his pace when he felt Gyeongjae thrusting deeper.
He looked up through his lashes, right into Gyeongjae's dark, heated eyes. Gyeongjae's jaw was clenched tight, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
'Is he already close… Damn it, he's huge…'
"Fuck… I'm so close… This isn't enough."
Without warning, Gyeongjae pushed his hips forward in one hard stroke, holding tight to Yeonho's hair and driving into his mouth with force.
The speed turned fast and rough. Yeonho's eyes watered from the stretch and the suffocating feeling. It felt like his throat was being filled completely every single time Gyeongjae pushed in.
'Ahh… I'm really going to die… I can barely breathe…'
But Gyeongjae didn't stop, chasing that blinding pleasure as he watched Yeonho's face red, teary-eyed, eyes rolling back from the feeling.
Yeonho was running out of air, but Gyeongjae knew him well enough by now; the more it hurt, the more Yeonho loved it.
"Shit… You look so perfect like that… Haah…"
The sight only turned Gyeongjae on even more. A few more deep, rough thrusts, and he felt his cock throbbing hard, ready to burst.
"I'm cumming, fuck—!"
The second Yeonho heard those words, he sucked harder than ever, swallowing around Gyeongjae's length over and over again.
Then... Thick, white release spilled from the tip.
"Shit, Yeonho…" he let out a groan.
Gyeongjae watched as Yeonho stuck his tongue out to catch every drop. But then, Yeonho put the cock again in his mouth, Taking him all the way down one last time to swallow it all.
"Choi Yeonho… You little… Ugh.."
Gyeongjae held Yeonho's head steady until he was done, emptying every last drop.
"—Gyah!… That was way too much… Haah…"
Yeonho finally pulled away, licking the sticky white traces from his swollen lips. He lifted his gaze back up, only to find Gyeongjae looking strangely riled up and hungry.
Out of nowhere, Gyeongjae grabbed him, pulled him into a rough, claiming kiss.
"Mmph—!…"
He pushed Yeonho back down flat against the bed, then grabbed his legs and spread them wide open.
Using the leftover release on his own length as lubrication, he circled Yeonho's tight, waiting entrance.
Gyeongjae stared at the pink, throbbing hole, looking so tempting and ready for him it was almost impossible to resist.
He clicked his tongue, pressing one finger slowly inside.
"Ngh—!… There..."
Yeonho moaned, looking up at Gyeongjae as he played and stretched him open.
"You know you don't have to do all that. You could just put it in already, right?" Yeonho said, grinning that same cheeky, confident grin.
"You think I would just shove it in without preparing you first? Tsk."
Gyeongjae was already irritated by how unbothered and shameless Yeonho acted — riling him up even more, making his desire burn hotter, even if he refused to let himself be completely controlled by Yeonho.
"Of course you can. I already gave you permission, didn't I? So stop pretending like you don't want to ruin me and just do it already."
It was impossible for Gyeongjae to ignore the little devil beneath him. His eyes raked over Yeonho's enchanting body, smooth and flushed, looking like it was made just for him.
Yeonho wrapped his arms around Gyeongjae's neck and leaned in for another kiss — when a loud ringing sound cut through the room, coming from the phone on the bedside table.
Both froze, turning their heads toward the sound. Gyeongjae glanced quickly at the nightstand before reaching out to grab his phone.
He answered immediately, leaving Yeonho staring in utter disbelief as he watched him.
'It's probably important… I'll let it be for now…'
That was what he thought until he heard the name fall from Gyeongjae's lips.
"Hana…"
The second Yeonho heard that single word, his mood soured instantly.
"Yeah, it's my fault for leaving without saying anything. Did you get home safely?"
Gyeongjae had completely forgotten they were right in the middle of something far more important.
Irritation flared up in Yeonho. Of course Hana would find a way to ruin his moment. They spoke for barely two minutes before Yeonho decided he'd had enough.
In one swift motion, he pushed Gyeongjae flat onto his back. Gyeongjae held the phone pressed to his ear, still listening to Hana.
Yeonho then climbed on top of him, positioning himself perfectly. He wrapped his fingers around Gyeongjae's hard length and lined the tip right up against his entrance.
With a sharp gasp, he sank down fully in one go, taking every thick inch inside him all at once. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the quiet room.
"HNGH—! Oh god… Aah… Gyeongjae… You're so deep…"
Yeonho moaned, feeling completely stuffed and filled to the brim.
Gyeongjae's whole body jolted at the sudden intrusion, his grip tightening hard around his phone. The hot, tight heat of Yeonho's walls wrapped so perfectly around him it nearly made him groan out loud.
[Gyeongjae? What was that sound? Is everything alright?]
Hana's concerned voice came through the line.
"It's nothing, don't worry. Just my staff making a fuss over something," Gyeongjae lied smoothly. He lifted his eyes to look up at Yeonho, who was starting to rock his hips in slow, teasing circles.
Yeonho wore a wicked little smile, moving just enough to feel good but not enough to satisfy either of them, deliberately torturing him.
Gyeongjae rested his large hands on Yeonho's waist, feeling every shift of his body as he grinded down onto his cock.
'This little brat… He's testing my patience,' Gyeongjae thought darkly.
He watched Yeonho sit so prettily on top of him, clearly enjoying every second of teasing. He was doing it on purpose. Drawing all of Gyeongjae's attention right where it belonged.
[Gyeongjae? Are you still there?] Hana called out again.
"Yeah, I'm still here," Gyeongjae answered, his voice already rougher than usual.
Every time Gyeongjae spoke to Hana, Yeonho would lift his hips and sink back down hard, only to go completely still right after.
He had no intention of letting Gyeongjae focus on anyone else right now. He could feel Gyeongjae's cock twitch and throb inside him every time he moved, making it harder and harder to hold back.
Even as he spoke to Hana, Gyeongjae couldn't ignore the pleasure building up inside him. It felt like a guilty indulgence — and sure, part of it was definitely the drug still running through his system… but deep down, he knew it was mostly Yeonho.
There was something about him that Gyeongjae just couldn't shake off or explain, though he kept telling himself it was only the chemicals messing with his head.
The situation went on for five full minutes.
Gyeongjae making small talk on the phone while Yeonho sat on his lap, teasing and torturing him until they were both burning with need.
But Yeonho was far from done with his mischief. He started riding him in earnest, picking up speed, moving harder and rougher, rolling his hips to drag every inch along his sensitive inner walls.
"Ungh… I feel so full, Gyeongjae… do something already…"
Yeonho whined, biting down on his lip to muffle his moans so they wouldn't be heard over the call.
'Do something damn it.'
Gyeongjae stared up at him, mesmerized. Yeonho looked absolutely breathtaking and sinful all at once.
Long blonde hair falling messily around his face, eyes glistening with tears, nipples hard and perked, his whole body flushed and trembling. Every part of him begged to be touched and claimed.
"Hngh… Gyeongjae-ah… fuck me properly…" Yeonho whimpered, resting his hands on Gyeongjae's chest.
And that was all it took. Gyeongjae's last thread of patience snapped completely. He ended the call abruptly, without even a goodbye to Hana.
'Good. Very good, Woo Gyeongjae. Hahaha'
Yeonho was pleased that Gyeongjae had ignore Han for him.
Leaning up, Gyeongjae caught the tear rolling down Yeonho's cheek and licked it away slowly.
There was something about seeing Yeonho begging and teary-eyed that felt far more intoxicating and addictive than anything he had ever felt with Hana.
Yeonho wrapped his arms tight around Gyeongjae's neck, still seated fully on his cock.
"Hurry up and ruin me, Gyeongjae-ah…" he whispered right against his lips.
"Don't come crying to me later…"
Gyeongjae settled his large, firm hands around Yeonho's small waist. There was no more holding back.
All he wanted now was to take him apart, make him fall apart, and hear him cry out his name over and over again.