Dirty Switch

“What did you just say?”

Maybe the shock on his face was funny—Seo Baekhan laughed so hard his shoulders shook. Each time he did, his cock gave a little twitch like it was nodding hello, and Joo Taehyun, watching all of this up close, found absolutely nothing amusing about it.
“Yeah, this is what I used to pound your ass.”
For hours. He added that so casually, his voice crossing the line from playful to downright lewd… and somehow, that unfamiliar side of him only made Taehyun’s lower half wetter. Wet enough that his black suit pants could no longer hide it.

He wished Baekhan would say something even filthier. Anything that made it unmistakably clear—he didn’t see him as some kid he happened to live with, but as a ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) sexual partner. That kind of recognition alone turned Taehyun on more than any physical touch.
“So, you can’t suck it?”
“……”

“You said it’s your turn now.”
Just a moment ago, Baekhan hadn’t seemed all that interested—but now, somewhere along the line, something had flipped. He was the one urging Taehyun forward.
Taehyun stared at Seo Baekhan’s cock, long and perfectly straight. As it hardened further, thick veins rose like roots of a tree. It was so flawless, so aesthetically obscene, it almost felt like even his dick was sculpted in the image of Seo Baekhan.

He still didn’t feel confident about taking something that big into his mouth and working it properly… But he didn’t want to waste the chance Baekhan had given him.
After a moment’s hesitation, Taehyun took a deep breath and wrapped both hands around the stiff shaft.
He might not have experience, but he wasn’t clueless. Don’t use teeth. Use only the lips. Right—shouldn’t be that different from kissing. He could just follow Baekhan’s example from earlier, right?

Bracing himself, he pressed his lips around the firm head.
“…Hhh…”
A sigh slipped out at the sheer pressure of it—but biting down on Baekhan’s cock, which had been the scariest part in his head, turned out not to be such a big deal after all. It was harder and hotter than he expected, sure, but he started feeling a strange surge of confidence like, Yeah… I can do this.

He worked his lips around the sensitive crown, sucking gently, then dipped deeper, teasing the frenulum with his tongue.
As he repeated the motion, the insides of his cheeks turned faintly red. He was swallowing Baekhan’s pheromones directly through his mucous membranes, and now, both his mouth and hole were growing embarrassingly slick.
“—Kuh!”

He pulled back briefly to swallow his pooling saliva. When he went back down, lips brushing the tip again, Seo Baekhan’s long fingers softly wiped his mouth. The way he gently gathered the leftover spit was almost unbelievably kind.
Caught off guard, Taehyun tilted his head up slightly—and flinched when he realized Baekhan’s face was way closer than expected.
“…Hyung.”
He whispered it around the cock in his mouth. Baekhan smiled, gripping the tip of Taehyun’s nose between his thumb and forefinger.
Wh-what is he doing now?

Suddenly unable to breathe, Taehyun’s mouth instinctively opened.
“—Ghh!”
Just like when they kissed, Baekhan didn’t miss the chance—he shoved himself deep into Taehyun’s throat in one thrust.

Taehyun almost coughed, but with the cock buried so deep it bulged his neck, he couldn’t even manage that.
He’d thought he’d already taken him pretty deep—but he hadn’t. Baekhan’s cock was so big it scraped the back of his throat, and even then, it wasn’t fully in.
Eyes watering, Taehyun couldn’t wipe his tears. Couldn’t move forward or backward. Even breathing was a struggle, much less moving his tongue. All he could do was hold still and not retreat.

“You really are terrible at this.”
Baekhan muttered it like he expected nothing better, gently pushing Taehyun’s forehead back. When he accidentally scraped his teeth along the shaft in retreat, he panicked, but Baekhan didn’t seem to mind.
“Taehyun.”

“…Nn?”
“Mmm, hey—did you…?”
With a crooked smirk, Baekhan nudged Taehyun’s crotch with the tip of his shoe.

“…Never mind. We’ll talk about that later.”
Taehyun wanted to ask what he meant—but before he could, a wet squelching noise came from between his legs, like a soaked towel being wrung out.
“I still don’t get the full picture, but one thing’s clear. You’re definitely an Alpha, but also… kinda like an Omega.”

“Hng, a-ah, ngh…”
“I mean, how else would you be leaking like this?”
“H-Hyung… p-please… ngh…”

“Anyway, you sucking my cock… hmm. Let’s save that for next time.”
Next time?
So it ends here today?

Taehyun, still kneeling between Baekhan’s legs, looked up at him with wide, desperate eyes.
He hadn’t even come yet. He wasn’t even fully hard. But he said next time… That had to mean he’d give him another chance.
“Joo Taehyun.”

As if reading his mind, Baekhan stroked his head. Then, in a sweet voice, he whispered—
“Turn around.”
Taehyun had been so dazed by that syrupy tone, it took several seconds before the meaning hit him.

“Let me see if your hole’s wet too.”
Just take off your pants. Spread your legs wide. Stick your ass out toward me so I can see.
The way Baekhan said it—so blatantly, so crudely—it almost sounded vulgar.

If it were just a regular hotel room, it might’ve felt easier. But here, in this adorable, lovingly decorated space, the thought of assuming that position alone was enough to make Taehyun’s face burn.
“Hyung…”
“I need to see how wet you’ve gotten without taking Switch.”

“But, that’s just…”
When he hesitated, Baekhan tilted his head in mock confusion.
“That’s strange. I thought you liked rough, aggressive sex.”

His exaggerated body language made it feel like a performance—and it sent a chill down Taehyun’s spine.
“You’ve done this kind of thing tons of times, haven’t you? With a partner, or a boyfriend. Or wait—can you even call just getting in position play?”
Baekhan, casually rubbing his still-damp shaft with one hand, looked nothing like the prince-like man from before.

“Why are you so bad at this? You act like you’ve never had sex before.”
Leaning on the couch backrest with one knee raised, he looked like a decadent tyrant.
Taehyun tried to ignore the cold sweat trickling down his brow. It’s fine. This is normal. You kissed, you sucked him off, you’re sweating a little—nothing suspicious.

But even as he reeled from the residual arousal, a primal fear pulsed inside him.
He’s suspicious. He’s starting to realize something’s off.
Of course he is. Taehyun didn’t even remember the first time they had sex. His first kiss was just a moment ago. Skill doesn’t always equal experience, but someone who’s totally clueless… is obvious.

After a pause, Taehyun abruptly stood up. His knees and muscles screamed from the strain, but he didn’t let out a single sound.
“…Even I find it weird that my ass is acting like an Omega’s.”
“Ah, yeah?”

“If you’re gonna… fuck me… will you just go right in?”
“If I do… you think you can take it?”
Come to think of it, he barely managed it the first time, too. Baekhan’s mutter had a bite to it.

What do I do?
Even if it was just on paper, he’d been by Baekhan’s side as his “spouse” for over four years. If there was one thing Taehyun could do, it was read between his lines.
Right now, Baekhan was questioning the single most crucial lie Taehyun had built his world on. And he wasn’t just suspicious—he was about to be certain.

That realization crushed any remaining shame.
Taehyun casually unbuckled his belt and yanked the zipper down, peeling off his soaked pants and underwear in one motion. Then, doing his best to stay calm, he turned around.
As the discarded clothes hit the floor, slick arousal trailed from between his legs all the way down to his ankles, leaving a sticky, humiliating trail. His thighs tensed instinctively, but that much was probably normal.

“Lift your shirt.”
The command came soft and even from behind—impossible to read his expression.
Taehyun grabbed the hem of his shirt with conflicted hands.

“Standing like that, I can’t see anything, Taehyun.”
He bit his lip so hard it turned white, but stopped himself—Baekhan hated that.
Even when he couldn’t see him, Taehyun didn’t want to disobey. He spread his legs wider than shoulder-width and bent forward slightly, sticking his ass out toward Baekhan.

“Wider.”
He shuffled his feet awkwardly, and Baekhan let out an amused breath.
“Taehyun, I didn’t say I wanted to see your ass—I said your hole.”

Ah…
Taehyun caught himself from falling over. With one hand still holding his shirt, he reached back and spread his cheeks open.
He was showing the person he loved the most private part of his body. Not just showing—it was wet, obscene, twitching like an Omega’s.

His body was flushed with shame, slippery with sweat, and the constant slick dripping out made it hard to even grip himself. Every time his fingers slipped, lewd sounds echoed in the room.
How much time passed like that?
From behind came the sound of Baekhan stroking himself hard—but he said nothing.

Taehyun’s back trembled as the silence stretched on—then finally, Baekhan rose from his seat.
As he stepped closer, Taehyun straightened instinctively. At the same time, Baekhan grabbed the unbruised cheek and squeezed hard.
A sharp ache shot up his spine—he nearly groaned aloud.

Even though he saw Taehyun squirming in discomfort, Baekhan didn’t stop. He kneaded the flesh playfully, then let his fingers drift toward the soaked cleft and flicked the twitching entrance.
“Taehyun.”
Taehyun flinched.

Baekhan, staring down at the open, quivering hole, asked calmly:
“Is there something you want to tell me?”