Chapter 61: Just Try It

“…What kind?”

Han-geon stared blankly at Eun-gyeol’s face, completely unable to even guess what he meant.
Eun-gyeol grinned shamelessly and tipped his chin toward his own crotch.
At the same time, he tapped his lips lightly with a finger.
When Han-geon just stood there dumbfounded, Eun-gyeol kindly added an explanation.

“Try using your mouth, Han-geon.”

“You crazy bastard…!”

The curse flew out on reflex.
The sheer audacity and lewdness of the demand left him speechless.
As Han-geon shouted, the tips of his ears burned bright red.

Seeing him look like he might burst into flames, Eun-gyeol lifted the corner of his mouth in amusement.
Yet his gaze had already turned languid and insistent.

“Hurry.
I really want it.”

“Deal with it yourself.
I—I can’t do something like that.”

Han-geon tried to spring to his feet, but Eun-gyeol already had a firm grip around his waist and showed no sign of letting go.
Not only that, he shoved his head forward like a puppy and rubbed his face against Han-geon’s stomach.
The soft brush of his hair tickled.
Han-geon’s hips twitched involuntarily, and the strength drained from his body.

“Ha… just thinking about it makes my d*ck feel like it’s going to explode, Han-geon.
Imagining you putting your mouth on it.”

Eun-gyeol murmured in an almost cutesy tone.
It was absolutely not something you should be saying with your face buried in your friend’s torso.
And yet, he sounded utterly unfazed.
At a loss, Han-geon could only part his lips soundlessly, his face flushed.

“Are you really… always this promiscuous?”

The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
What answer was he even expecting?
He didn’t even want to hear it, so why did he keep asking questions like this?
Fortunately—or unfortunately—Eun-gyeol didn’t seem inclined to answer either, merely letting out a soft snort of laughter.

“I’m not even close to promiscuous yet.
Want to go there together?”

“Forget it.”

“Hurry, Han-geon.
Yeah?”

His voice was heated now.
Cha Eun-gyeol was already being unreasonable.
Han-geon had experienced it countless times since they were young—Eun-gyeol became incredibly stubborn at times like this.
And something he’d learned recently… was that Cha Eun-gyeol became even more relentless during s*x.

He’d never once imagined he’d come to know this side of Eun-gyeol in his lifetime.

Still smiling, Eun-gyeol wrapped his arms around Han-geon’s torso and pulled him down, toppling him back.
Naturally, their faces drew close.
Startled by the loose, predatory gaze aimed at him, Han-geon reflexively ducked his head—only for Eun-gyeol’s hand to clamp around the back of his neck, as if he’d been waiting for it.
The way he slowly dragged Han-geon’s face down and pressed it against his own flesh was gentle, yet unyielding.

“Ha ha… I feel like I could come just from this.”

The stiff texture of blue jeans brushed against his face.
The squashed feel against his lips was unpleasant, and Han-geon squinted one eye as he pulled his head back slightly.
His heart pounded violently.
Taking it from behind had felt… completely different from this.

…Of course, it wasn’t as if he’d never imagined sucking Cha Eun-gyeol’s cock.
In fact, he’d lost count of how many times he had.
Because of that, the act itself didn’t repulse him all that much.

But unlike Han-geon, who had indulged in those filthy fantasies alone for a long time, this would be Eun-gyeol’s first time having a man do this to him.
No matter how much he tried to deny it, insisting he couldn’t possibly be that much of a pushover, that was the real reason Han-geon hesitated.
The fact that he’d be Eun-gyeol’s first.

If Eun-gyeol came to regret all the heat he’d felt so far as he looked down at Han-geon’s face wrapped around his cock.
If Han-geon ended up kneeling at his feet, forced to see Eun-gyeol’s expression cloud with embarrassment and dismay…
He didn’t think he could bear it then.
The guilt.
The sadness.
The despair—and all the emotions that would leave no room for turning back.

“Hurry up and do it.”

But the low voice that demanded it boldly was soaked in dark heat.
There was still no sign of disgust.
Was that fortunate, or unfortunate?
Like an idiot, he couldn’t tell.

Eun-gyeol’s patience wasn’t long.
The hand pressing down on the back of Han-geon’s neck applied firm pressure.
Han-geon grabbed that wrist and slowly peeled it away.
Noticing the shift, Eun-gyeol obediently withdrew his hand.

“……”

He was half resigned by now.
After all, there was no way Han-geon could ever break this guy’s stubbornness.

Slowly—very slowly—he lifted his hand and touched the buckle.
It felt as though minutes passed just undoing the buckle and pulling down the zipper.
All he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Seeing the tip of the cock, swollen and enormous, already peeking out of the underwear, Han-geon held his breath for a moment.

He’d taken it inside him without issue for days, yet putting it in his mouth made it seem absurdly large all over again.
Trying not to stare too blatantly, Han-geon lowered his gaze at an angle and pulled down the underwear.
Eun-gyeol, who’d been teasingly running his fingers through Han-geon’s short hair, lifted his hips slightly.

Once the underwear and pants were pulled down to his knees, Han-geon carefully wrapped his hand around the fully erect cock.
But his lips refused to part.
After swallowing uselessly several times, something suddenly surged up in his chest.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t understand Eun-gyeol’s fickleness that had pushed him this far.

“I really… don’t understand you at all.”

He glared up at Eun-gyeol, who was still stroking his hair, and spat the words out.

“You said you couldn’t do it with a guy.
That was just a few days ago.
And now… you want to shove your d*ck into another man’s mouth while staring right at his face?”

“Hm.”

Eun-gyeol hummed noncommittally.
His eyes rolled lazily upward before settling back on Han-geon.

“Han-geon, I guess this is why people say experience matters in everything.”

His fingers slid down from Han-geon’s hair to his ear.
The hand that traced the rim of his ear and toyed with his earlobe was soft, yet sticky with intent.

“You don’t know how food tastes until you eat it, and you don’t know what a road is like until you walk it.”

“……”

“If I’d known earlier that I could do this kind of thing with you too, I’d have started a long time ago.”

As he spouted words that sounded like nothing but sophistry to Han-geon, Eun-gyeol’s smile was absurdly fresh and bright.
If he knew he was handsome and was deliberately using it, it was infuriating—but his strategy worked.
The resolve Han-geon had built to get angry dissolved, and he could only stare blankly.
Eun-gyeol smiled at him like scattering petals, his hand gently caressing his face like a drug.

“You’re handsome, our Han-geon.”

The hand that had been stroking his cheek and jaw touched his lips.
Eun-gyeol pressed his thumb firmly into the center of Han-geon’s plump lower lip.
Naturally, his mouth parted slightly.
The finger pressed insistently, hovering on the brink of slipping inside.

“Suck it for me, Han-geon.”

Eun-gyeol whispered in the gentlest voice in the world.

“Hurry.”

A short sigh escaped.
Han-geon lowered his eyes with a look of total resignation.
Once more, he wrapped his hand around the stiff cock, already leaking.
Stimulated, it twitched and swelled even more.

Slowly, he opened his mouth and bent forward.
He thought he’d opened wide, but it still wasn’t enough.
Hot, salty liquid suddenly spilled out from the tip.
With the slick fluid glistening on his lips, he opened his jaw even wider.
The moment he took the thick, heavy head into his mouth, a languid sigh spilled from above.

“Haah… that’s good.”

It was a low, honest moan that sent a chill straight through Han-geon’s lower belly.
Hearing Eun-gyeol’s voice lay bare his pleasure without restraint, Han-geon felt almost entranced as he pushed the shaft a little deeper into his mouth.
The sensation of the thick column spreading his mouth open as it slid in was utterly foreign.

Prominent veins scraped along his tender inner flesh.
Holding the throbbing, pulsing mass in his mouth, Han-geon gasped for air through his nose.
When the fullness suddenly felt overwhelming and he tried to pull back, Eun-gyeol’s hand came down to stroke his hair gently, fingers brushing his ear.

Cha Eun-gyeol truly loved playing with his short hair.
He always had, but after they’d started sleeping together, his touch had grown far more blatant.
And now, as Han-geon pleasured him with his mouth, he couldn’t deny that the touch felt good.
Even to himself, he seemed hopeless.
Well, that was probably why he was openly sucking the d*ck of a guy who’d flat-out called him his s*x partner.

He’d somehow gotten it into his mouth, but he had no idea what to do next.
He hadn’t done anything yet, and saliva was already pooling, his stretched jaw aching.
As he just panted uselessly through his nose, Eun-gyeol instructed him in a soft voice.

“Try rubbing it with your tongue.”

“…..”

He said obscene things without batting an eye.
Han-geon wanted to cover his ears, but he had no choice—he ran his tongue along the shaft.
The moment his tongue touched the cock, he instinctively tightened his mouth to keep from drooling, and a loud, obscene slurping sound echoed.
Once again, Han-geon wanted to cover his ears.

“…Yeah, that’s it.
You’re good at this.”

At the same time, Eun-gyeol’s cock twitched inside his mouth, swelling again.
Eun-gyeol’s damp voice grew thicker.
Following his brief instructions, Han-geon slowly began moving his head back and forth.
The fact that the cock that had tormented him for days was now in his mouth—and that he was stroking it with his tongue—still didn’t feel real.

It smelled like a man.
Mixed with the familiar scent of his body wash.
Thin, salty fluid kept spilling endlessly into his mouth.
Afraid it would spill out embarrassingly, Han-geon unconsciously worked his throat and swallowed.
The more he did, the rougher Eun-gyeol’s breathing became.
Eun-gyeol let out a low moan that resonated through his broad chest—then suddenly grabbed the back of Han-geon’s neck hard.