The Muse

The balance between moderate tension and the right amount of ease created a perfect condition. It had been so long since Sihoo felt this comfortable that he couldn’t even remember when the last time was.Sitting with a tablet on his lap, Sihoo looked at it with a satisfied expression. The graphs and text on the screen were part of a report that clearly showed excellent results.“What’s this?”As he reviewed the report, a familiar voice posed a question. Without moving from where he sat on the living room sofa, Sihoo lifted his gaze. Slowly, a smile spread across his dark eyes. The visitor, who had just arrived at his home, was staring off into the distance.“A piano.”When he responded in a flat tone, the person’s profile showed a slight frown. “That’s not what I meant,” the person—Yejun—began, before meeting Sihoo’s gaze directly.“I’m asking why there’s a piano in your house, Hyung.”As Yejun said, there was a grand piano in the living room. Positioned against the backdrop of thick curtains and the night view of the Han River in Seoul, it looked like something out of a magazine, a picture-perfect scene.“You like playing the piano, don’t you? I got it so you can play whenever you feel like it.”“You bought something that expensive… for me?”From Yejun’s words, Sihoo could easily detect a mix of surprise and anticipation. He had been about to say yes, but then his expression shifted slightly. The words that came out next were subtly different from what he had initially intended.“I bought it for us. You enjoy playing, and I enjoy listening.”“Oh.”“Don’t feel pressured. You don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”“…No, I don’t mind. I like it.”Yejun walked closer to the piano and took a deep breath. Whatever was on his mind brought a subtle smile to his lips. He turned to Sihoo and spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice.“I like it a lot.”A grand piano and Yoo Yejun—a perfect match. A vivid scene naturally came to mind: Yejun performing on stage, applauded by an audience, bowing with the piano in the background. In place of his current casual demeanor, he wore a more mature expression, dressed not in a winter coat but in an elegant tuxedo.Sihoo quietly sensed that this vision was not far from reality. Yejun’s piano playing was special, evoking emotions and stirring the soul. It wasn’t just Sihoo who would be moved by his world. This young man, destined to step onto a larger stage someday, made Sihoo remark casually.“Why don’t you consider moving to a better practice room while you’re at it?”“A practice room?”“I’ll sponsor you. Let’s find a bigger, better space.”As both a pianist and a lover, Yejun was like an unpolished gem. The more he was refined, the more he would shine. Sihoo liked the idea of shaping Yejun according to his desires. Offering to sponsor a new practice space was part of that.Yejun blinked slowly. Though there was a faint trace of bitterness in his expression as he turned his head in thought, he didn’t appear angry. Sihoo tugged the corners of his mouth into a slight smirk.“That’s a relief.”“?”“I’m glad you’re not mad. I was worried you’d hate it, thinking it’s just me throwing money around again.”Yejun chuckled softly at that and walked over to where Sihoo sat.“I’m not mad. I just… have this thought now.”“What thought?”“This is what being rich looks like.”Rich? Sihoo narrowed his eyes as he watched the young man standing quietly. A thought crossed his mind—perhaps Yejun now understood more about who Baek Sihoo truly was.His family background, the businesses he managed—these were details that could be easily found with a quick online search. It wasn’t surprising that Yejun might have pieced it together by now.“You are rich, though.”How had Yejun interpreted his gaze? Tilting his head slightly, Yejun’s messy brown hair gently brushed against his forehead.“You can tell just by looking at this house.”“…You figured it out just by looking at the house?”“Also from the way you talk and the way you dress.”Yejun’s calm tone sounded remarkably innocent to Sihoo’s ears. The realization made Sihoo smile faintly as he became aware of his own feelings.He didn’t want this bright, innocent person to know too much about him. Even after spending over a month together, despite knowing that Yejun would eventually learn about the details of his life from the internet or the news, Sihoo still found himself wishing otherwise.‘Because it’s cute.’That face, blinking innocently without knowing anything, was cute. Without realizing it, Sihoo spoke in a gentle voice.“Yeah, I’m rich. I’ve got plenty of money, so just understand that and accept my gift.”“By gift, you mean the practice room, right? I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can accept that.”“You said you weren’t mad.”“I’m not mad. But I’ll still have to decline. That practice room is kind of special to me.”“Special?”“It’s a space I secured with the prize money from my last competition.”His calm tone carried a clear intention to show he wasn’t upset. Yejun stepped closer, close enough that if Sihoo moved his legs, they would touch.“The studio and the practice room—I got them myself. It feels good to know I achieved it all on my own. It even gives me confidence that I can achieve more if I keep doing well from here.”Thinking about the rooms filled with Yejun’s affection, Sihoo’s gaze softened in understanding. Yejun nodded in response, saying, “Yes.”“Because it’s a space I worked hard to earn, I don’t want to leave it right now. But thank you. I didn’t expect you to go as far as offering sponsorship.”“Why not?”“…I’m just your sex partner, aren’t I?”His voice, which had been firm just moments ago, softened, taking on a dry but subtly bitter tone. The quiet murmur pricked at Sihoo’s chest. Regretfully, it didn’t make him feel sorry.“Repeat that word.”“Pardon?”“Sex.”Enunciating the syllables clearly, Sihoo’s deliberate pronunciation made Yejun flinch. Although he’d been the one to say it first, hearing it from someone else’s mouth left him flustered. Watching Yejun’s ears turn red, Sihoo’s lips curled up.“It sounds provocative when it’s in your voice, Yejun.”After saying that, Sihoo leaned forward slightly. Looking up at Yejun as if urging him to say something, he noticed Yejun quickly avert his gaze. Even his profile, now fixed on the piano, was flushed red.He wanted to press his palm against that cheek. It must have been warm, like a well-cooked potato.Thinking of potatoes, Sihoo felt his mouth water. An impulsive desire to bite Yejun’s cheek overtook him. But knowing Yejun would undoubtedly look at him like he was crazy, he settled for a small laugh instead.“Why are you laughing?”“You remind me of a potato, Yejun.”“…Potato?”Still red-faced, Yejun touched his own cheeks and muttered to himself.“I haven’t gained weight.”He must’ve thought his face looked round. But far from chubby, the line from his cheeks to his jaw was sharp.Rising from his seat, Sihoo reached out and touched Yejun’s face with his fingers. As he had suspected, the skin he touched was pleasantly warm. A tingling sensation traveled from his wrist, sending a shiver through his entire body. With an impassive expression but playful intent, Sihoo pressed his finger into Yejun’s cheek.Squish.Yejun stared at him, his cheek still poked. His expression seemed to ask, “What are you doing?” Sihoo kindly answered.“Checking if it’s properly cooked.”“You’re seriously treating me like a potato.”“Because you’re cute.”“…Pfft! Hahaha!”“?”What’s with this sudden reaction? Sihoo flinched at the sight of Yejun’s eyes sparkling with joy. His expression was reminiscent of an eager puppy hearing the word “walk.” Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Sihoo lowered the finger pressing against Yejun’s cheek.“Why are you suddenly laughing…”Out of nowhere, he was hugged. Caught off guard, Sihoo widened his eyes as he found himself in Yejun’s arms.“I figured it out just now.”“Figured out what?”“A compliment, Hyung calling me cute. At first, it annoyed me because it felt like I was being treated like a kid, but not anymore.”“……”“From now on, keep calling me cute.”The fact that he asked to be called cute with his own mouth left Sihoo momentarily speechless, his smooth brow furrowing.“…I didn’t think you were like this, Yejun. You’re pretty shameless. Hugging me out of nowhere and now asking to be called cute.”“Oh! I’m sorry, I’ll stop… You didn’t like it, right?”Yejun hastily withdrew his arms and stepped back. Sihoo, who had suddenly been hugged, still felt a bit dazed. Come to think of it, it had been a long time since someone had hugged him so impulsively.The sudden tightness in his chest, the unexpected warmth of another person’s body, and the voice close to his ear—surprisingly, it wasn’t unpleasant.“I didn’t dislike it.”Sihoo lightly patted Yejun’s head, as if to ease his apparent regret.“Fine, Yejun, I’ll allow it.”“Allow it…?”“Hugging me without warning. Do as you like, Yejun.”The moment he finished speaking, Yejun wrapped his arms around him again from behind. Warm breath brushed against the shell of Sihoo’s ear.“Does a back hug count too?”“You’re already doing it.”“Ahaha.”Yejun laughed, pressing his forehead against Sihoo’s shoulder and rubbing against him playfully. The soft rustling of his hair echoed nearby.Trapped in Yejun’s arms, Sihoo quietly closed his eyes. Whether it was the firmness of the arms around his waist or the softness of Yejun’s hair brushing his shoulder, a flush spread across the back of his neck.Surely his face hadn’t turned red like Yoo Yejun’s, had it? No way. Someone as experienced as him wouldn’t react like this to a simple back hug…“Ugh!”A startled groan escaped from Sihoo’s lips. His back straightened as goosebumps rose all over. Warmth touched his earlobe and the skin just below it, and it didn’t even take a second to realize it was Yejun’s lips.Turning his head, he found Yejun’s brown eyes right in front of him. Yejun blinked slowly before smiling silently.His round eyes curved into crescent moons, and the skin around them flushed pink. Watching his face soften into a smile, Sihoo let out a short laugh. Anyone would think he was the one teasing.Suddenly, a piano entered his line of sight. The piano, installed over the weekend by hired help, gleamed with a polished sheen. Sihoo alternated between looking at the elegant instrument and Yejun’s smile. A subtle excitement stirred within him, likely due to the sensitive area being stimulated.Yejun leaned in and kissed him. The sound of the light “peck” was so endearing that Sihoo momentarily stopped breathing. Yejun continued to plant light kisses on his stiffened partner.Peck, peck, peck.“Yejun.”Even as he spoke, their lips met and parted. Yejun’s arms tightened around his waist. Sihoo had a prickling sensation that any moment now, Yejun might lift his shirt and slide his hand underneath.“You really have no sense of fear.”“Should I be afraid of you, Hyung?”The soft voice trailed down from his nibbled earlobe.“It’d be nice if you were, just a little.”Yejun’s gaze sparkled with unmistakable mischief. The emphasis on “just a little” drew a curious expression from Sihoo.“You want me to be afraid?”With a low hum, Sihoo lazily began prying Yejun’s fingers off, one by one. Taking a step back from Yejun’s embrace, he turned his attention back to the piano. Soon, a glimmer similar to Yejun’s began to shine in his dark eyes.“…Shall we do something fun?”Realizing he had provoked the other, Yejun’s face lit up with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Sihoo raised his hand, gently stroking Yejun’s chin. It was a gesture reminiscent of someone praising an obedient puppy.Despite the possibly irksome touch, Yejun lowered his long lashes and stood quietly. The overwhelming satisfaction Sihoo felt tingled at his fingertips.⟡ ݁₊ .Sihoo had a notably large build. Long limbs, muscular thighs, and a chest that was attractively full without any excess fat—all of these features gave him a unique presence and required him to always wear larger-sized clothes.For that reason, Sihoo naturally assumed that his clothes wouldn’t be overly small for Yejun. It never occurred to him that the sleeves would expose Yejun’s wrists, the pants would barely reach his ankles, or that even the shirt would cling so tightly to his upper body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sihoo blinked sleepily.“Hmm.”Feeling Sihoo’s observant gaze, Yejun awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. The outfit that encased his body was a formal suit: a dress shirt, trousers, a vest, and even a tie—all perfectly put together. He looked so impeccable that one could believe he was a model straight out of a photoshoot. Yet, his face betrayed the awkwardness he felt in the situation.“Yejun, you’re not tall by any chance, are you?”Yejun didn’t deny it.“Why do you think that?”“We’ve only known each other for a month. I wouldn’t have thought you’d grown taller in that time.”Yejun nodded as if he understood, his fingers fiddling with the buttons on the shirt. Judging by how he kept scratching at the fabric, the tightness around his chest seemed to be making him uncomfortable.On the other hand, Sihoo found it endlessly amusing to watch. He appreciated the way the snug fit emphasized Yejun’s prominent chest and the outline of his sturdy ribcage.Rising from the bed, Sihoo approached with something in both hands—a belt, draped across his long, pale fingers.Yejun reached out to take the belt, but Sihoo had other plans. Pretending not to notice, he moved closer, narrowing the distance between them. Startled, Yejun’s fingers twitched in mid-air.“Stay still.”Sihoo’s murmured voice was as calm as a tranquil lake. After speaking, he let his eyes leisurely roam over Yejun’s body again. Through the open vest, the buttons on the dress shirt came into view, slightly strained and revealing glimpses of skin between the gaps—a delightful detail Sihoo almost missed.Keeping his eyes half-closed in a languid expression, Sihoo smiled. His gaze slid downward, landing on Yejun’s trousers. The snug fit emphasized every curve of his muscular legs, and Sihoo noted with satisfaction how tightly the fabric clung to him.“You look good.”He muttered to himself as he brought the belt to Yejun’s waist. Despite the simplicity of the action, Yejun let out a small sound, “Uh,” clenching his teeth as though bracing himself. His Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly, betraying his nervousness.Feeling Yejun’s fists clench against him, Sihoo took the liberty of fastening the belt himself. The sharp click of the buckle cut through the charged silence.“You’re so big that I can’t tighten it any further.”Sihoo lightly traced the surface of the belt with his index finger, speaking as if to himself. Yejun, holding his breath, flushed rapidly. His pale eyes, slightly crinkled with tension, flickered as they watched Sihoo.“A belt looks better when it’s tightened properly to give a clean silhouette.”“A… belt.”The word tumbled out of Yejun’s lips, firm yet almost shy. Even as his face burned, he made an effort to maintain his composure.Sihoo flicked the belt with his fingers, his tone teasing. He could easily guess what lay beneath, taut with tension. Leaning in closer, he whispered.“Yes, a belt. What were you thinking?”His hand wandered from the belt upward, skimming over Yejun’s abdomen and chest, until it stopped near his collarbone.“What were you thinking that made your face so red, Yejun?”Yejun’s body flinched at the contact. For some reason, his brows furrowed as if in frustration, but the corners of his lips curved into a subtle smirk. Lowering his head slightly, he leaned in close to Sihoo’s ear.“If I told you, you’d get mad, Hyung.”“…”Sihoo glanced upward, locking eyes with Yejun. The younger man’s bold gaze didn’t waver.Yejun often danced on the fine line between audacity and insolence. If it were anyone else, Sihoo would have quickly put them in their place, but this time, he decided to let it slide. Whether it was the significant age gap or the bond they had formed over the past month, even Sihoo wasn’t sure.With a cool hand, he cupped Yejun’s cheek. Then, his lips briefly brushed over Yejun’s before pulling away. Unlike Yejun’s earlier kisses, there was no soft “smack” sound. It was a fleeting touch, like a whisper. Afterward, Sihoo tugged lightly on the tie neatly draped around Yejun’s neck.“Don’t say anything. I don’t want to get mad at you, Yejun.”Yejun’s face showed a strange expression, as though he was both pleased and regretful at Sihoo’s statement about not wanting to get angry. Observing the mixed emotions swirling on his face, Sihoo let out another low sound.“If making me angry is your preference, you’re welcome to try.”He wasn’t entirely uninterested. He was curious about what might be going through that head of his and whether such thoughts could genuinely make him angry.With a smile that exuded leisure, Sihoo tilted his head slightly. Whatever Yejun made of that soft grin, he shifted his gaze aside, his brow furrowing slightly. A flicker of irritation passed over his handsome profile.But soon, Yejun sighed in resignation, shaking his head as he lowered his long lashes.“No, it’s nothing.”His eyelashes looked as though they might pierce the small mole near his eye. Sihoo felt an urge to run his tongue over that spot. Just imagining Yejun’s startled reaction was entertaining enough.With a deeper smile, Sihoo grabbed Yejun by the wrist. Opening the door, he dragged him out and sat him on the piano bench.Yejun obediently took his seat, pulling his legs together out of habit. At that moment, Sihoo inserted one of his legs between Yejun’s thighs, preventing him from closing them.“…Sihoo Hyung.”Using his name in a situation like this—it could only mean one thing. If Yoo Yejun had been aiming to provoke sexual tension, he had undoubtedly succeeded.Sihoo let out a satisfied “hm” and shifted the leg wedged between Yejun’s thighs. As the light friction between their bodies increased, tension built on Yejun’s smooth forehead.“What’s wrong?”“Ugh.”“If you called my name, you should have something to say.”“…I just wanted to try calling you.”“Is that so?”Sihoo leaned forward, tilting his waist toward the person in front of him. His ink-black eyes studied Yejun’s face intently. Whatever Yejun perceived in those calm eyes caused his jaw to tighten, and his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously.That quiet gaze slid over Yejun’s well-shaped lips before lowering further. Sihoo noticed that Yejun’s hands had balled into fists at some point and bent his knees, kneeling in front of him. His large frame moved between Yejun’s legs, which instinctively parted to accommodate him.Startled by the sudden movement, Yejun let out a trembling “ah.” Veins bulged on his clenched hands.Sihoo grasped Yejun’s knees with his palms to keep them from closing. His grip was weak enough for Yejun to easily push him away, but he only squirmed slightly, his body trembling as though bound by invisible ropes.Recognizing that there was no resistance, Sihoo’s lips curved into a faint smirk.“Shall we move things along?”Under his palms, Yejun’s legs flinched nervously. Sihoo lightly massaged them in a gesture meant to soothe.“You should know how to suck, too.”“W-where…”“Below.”When Yejun was too flustered to finish his sentence, Sihoo completed it for him. He gestured toward his center with a look that asked if he understood.Silence hung in the air as Yejun’s cheeks flushed red. He bit down on his lower lip so hard that distinct dimples formed.Sihoo kept his hands on Yejun’s knees, patiently waiting for his turmoil to subside. After a moment, a cautious question landed near his ear.“Have you done this with someone else before?”“I’ve told others to suck before.”“…”Yejun fell silent again. His straightened lips betrayed subtle irritation.Watching the constant shifts in Yejun’s demeanor, Sihoo moved the hand resting on his knee. Curling his fingers, he slowly slid them up the inside of Yejun’s leg.Soon, his fingertips brushed against the erection straining beneath Yejun’s suit pants. As he gently stroked it, Yejun exhaled sharply, tilting his head to the side. His bangs swayed, brushing against his eyebrows.“Hyung.”“Speak.”“So… are you… going to… do it to me?”The halting words were barely coherent. Instead of answering immediately, Sihoo unbuckled the belt with a sharp “clack.”“That’s right.”The sound of the zipper opening added to the heat. As he skillfully pulled out his member, Yejun grabbed Sihoo’s shoulder with one hand to stop him. When Sihoo looked up, Yejun was gazing down at him with furrowed brows. His tense eyes darted around quickly.“…It’s your first time, isn’t it? I mean, doing this to someone else’s, um, thing.”“Why?”Sihoo furrowed his brows, his expression showing disbelief.“Don’t trust me? I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, so relax.”“It’s not that…”Yejun hesitated for a moment.“Why are you doing this for me? You said you never did it for anyone else.”“Because I’m teaching you. My past partners were skilled, so there was no need to teach them. If I told them to do it, they just did. …Why are you making such a conflicted face?”“I’m not sure if I should be happy or sad.”Sad? Why? Confused by the remark, Sihoo tilted his head. Even so, he didn’t stop his hand from slowly stroking Yejun’s member up and down.“Is there any reason to feel sad? Just consider it an honor.”His final words were half a joke, half serious. Yejun, with a complicated look in his eyes, took a deep, uneven breath. His member twitched in Sihoo’s hand, releasing a clear bead of liquid. Thinking Yejun might climax before anything even happened, Sihoo pressed his thumb against the tip to block it.“Kh.”A sharp moan clung persistently to Sihoo’s ears. Finding the sound pleasing, Sihoo applied more pressure with his thumb. Then he lowered his lips to the bulging veins of the shaft.A salty scent hit his nose. While it could have been unpleasant, it strangely sparked a craving instead of repulsion. Feeling saliva pooling in his mouth as if he were about to eat a delicious meal, Sihoo pursed his lips slightly. When he blew softly, Yejun’s grip on his shoulder tightened.“Hold still.”After a brief remark, Sihoo parted his reddish lips and brought them to the shaft. The surface was warmer and wetter than expected. Suppressing a chuckle, Sihoo realized the rigid erection exuded not only body scent but also the fragrance of soap.“Thorough preparation.”The thought of Yejun cleaning himself with soap or a cleansing product sent a shiver of excitement through Sihoo. Imagining the scene, he pressed his lips firmly against the shaft. With each kiss-like motion, muffled breaths escaped from above.“Ugh.”Sihoo’s dark red lips moved again. Feeling a shiver run down his spine, he opened his mouth wider and lowered his head further. The thick, rigid member coated in precum and Sihoo’s saliva slipped into his mouth.“…Mm.”Sihoo paused, furrowing his brow. The size was overwhelming. The girthy shaft already left the edges of his lips sore.Deciding that swallowing it all to the base would be impossible, he steadied his breathing. Saliva threatened to spill from his open mouth, but he stubbornly swallowed it down and sucked deeper.The pulsing veins along the shaft pressed against the inside of his cheeks and palate. The sensation of the ridges rubbing against the roof of his mouth and inner walls sent shivers up his spine.“Hyung, wait, uh…!”Something odd was happening. An inexplicable rush of pleasure jolted through him, scraping against his tailbone. He couldn’t understand why it felt so good, even though he wasn’t the one being touched.“Doesn’t make sense.”Sihoo frowned, moving his head slowly. The ridged tip grazed his throat, making him gag, yet a tingling thrill pounded in his chest. Unable to comprehend the feeling, the muscles near Sihoo’s eyes twitched faintly.Slurp, slurp.As he moved his mouth halfway along the shaft, wet, lewd sounds echoed. Yejun finally seemed unable to hold back. Gasping audibly, he gripped Sihoo’s shoulders. Sihoo kept sucking, glancing at Yejun’s trembling fingers as they pushed against him.“Sihoo Hyung.”The low voice was laced with desire. Yejun lightly pushed Sihoo away, spitting out his next words like a curse.“This won’t work.”“….”“Move, please, ugh!”Before Yejun could even finish his sentence, Sihoo took his penis deeper into his mouth and applied suction. His sharp cheekbones hollowed out as his throat tightly gripped the shaft.Unable to bear the sensation of his penis being vigorously squeezed, Yejun roughly twisted his body. The hand pushing Sihoo’s shoulder began to apply more pressure.Sihoo, with the penis still in his mouth, smiled silently. His narrowed eyes and raised lips revealed his mischievous nature.“I’m going to… really…” Yejun muttered urgently, his voice tinged with desperation. Sihoo looked up at him, his mouth still crooked. Their gazes clashed intensely.‘I’m going to…’Sihoo knew what Yejun was trying to say. Still, he wanted Yejun to say it plainly with that innocent face. Preferably, he wanted him to confess that he was about to come. Imagining such a vulgar confession made a low laugh escape from Sihoo’s throat, which was filled with the penis.Sihoo lowered his long eyelashes again and scraped the skin with his teeth. With each gentle bite, a bitter taste spread across his tongue.“Ugh!”The grip on Sihoo’s shoulder disappeared. Yejun was either clutching at the air or cupping his own face. The sheer thrill of feeling Yejun’s confusion was overwhelming.How can I tease him more?Sihoo drank the fluid sticking to his tongue and sucked the penis deeper. This was by no means an easy task, and his face was also flushed red. His black hair, which had been swaying on his forehead, was now soaked in sweat and stuck to his skin. His neck, with its proud curves, was also hot.“Haah, mm.”He breathed heavily and stuck out his tongue, slowly licking the flesh with his stiff tongue.“Ugh, Hyung…”“….”“Hyung, please, stop…”The flesh in his mouth throbbed greatly, as if he were really about to come. Sihoo grabbed Yejun’s thighs with both hands and opened his mouth wide. The shaft, more than halfway in, pressed heavily against his tongue.‘This won’t do.’He really couldn’t swallow it completely. Even as his mind grew hazy from lack of oxygen, Sihoo remembered his past partners. Those who could deepthroat an alpha’s cock. Recalling how they took it deep into their throats, Sihoo stopped moving.How did they do it? A curiosity that he hadn’t felt before suddenly arose. Sihoo tilted his head slightly, making a “hmm” sound. At that moment, something hot grabbed the back of his head.“?”It took less than three seconds for Sihoo to realize it was Yejun’s palm. A sense of foreboding washed over him, and then he heard a faint whisper in his ear.“…Fuck.”The unfamiliar tone and content made him think he misheard. Just as he was about to frown, Yejun suddenly grabbed the back of his head and thrust his cock deep into his mouth. The thick flesh scraped against his palate and pushed into his esophagus.“!”Caught off guard, Sihoo’s eyes widened. He tried to push Yejun away, but Yejun held his head firmly and didn’t budge.“Ugh.”Yejun only let out short, rough grunts as he pressed Sihoo’s head down harder.Forced to lower his face, Sihoo ended up swallowing the penis to the root. His sharp, straight nose was relentlessly teased by the pubic hair. The strong scent and the presence pressing against his throat turned his mind blank.“Mm, mmph, ugh!”The liquid flowing from his quivering lips was no longer clear. Finally, semen burst from the glans pressing against the soft flesh of his throat. The mixture of semen and saliva dripped down from their joined parts.“Urgh…!”Unlike before, Sihoo couldn’t even swallow properly and his eyelids fluttered. The semen sticking to his airway was bitter and sticky. Almost unable to breathe, Sihoo looked up at the face of the one who caused this situation.Yejun had his eyes tightly shut and wasn’t even letting out a moan. His sharply raised eyelids, twisted lips, and the brutal expression on his cheeks were a face Sihoo rarely saw. At the moment of climax, the man kept thrusting his hips, continuously pushing his penis into Sihoo’s mouth.