My Bloody Valentine - 91

“I want to.”

Although the object was omitted, it was clear what he wanted. Han’s eyes, looking up at Taeshin who had climbed on top of him, were widely opened as if in surprise.

“Uhh… What?”

Taeshin was standing with his back slightly turned to the light seeping out from the door. His large, erect p3nis cast a shadow over Han’s face.

Taeshin’s hand touched Han’s face, which was not fully awake yet. Then, with a warm touch, he carefully traced the lines of Han’s face.

Han’s gaze wandered aimlessly before returning to Taeshin’s face. Taeshin’s deep, dark eyes, clouded with desire, were fixed on Han’s face.

It felt like the skin where his piercing gaze landed was stinging. Unable to bear looking any longer, Han lowered his gaze and saw Taeshin’s upper body.

Taeshin’s chest was swelling and deflating larger than usual, tightly stretching the luxurious fabric of his shirt. The arm muscles visible under the rolled-up sleeves sharpened as he moved his hands.

One of his hands was lazily caressing the flushed, oozing p3nis that protruded from his open pants. The fully erect organ did not look like human flesh, but rather like an unnaturally grown limb.

The color gradually drained from Han’s face, which was clearly fearful. As if to soothe him, Taeshin’s hand that had been tickling his jawline moved to gently caress his cheek and earlobe, and then slowly closed the distance.

As Taeshin’s knees pressed into the space under Han’s armpits, the pungent, primal male scent wafted over Han’s face.

Taeshin, holding his thick, veiny shaft, brought the drooling glans to Han’s thin lips and rubbed it, coating them with the slick substance, making them glisten like they were wearing lip gloss.

Han’s chest heaved as he breathed heavily. Taeshin’s p3nis throbbed and pulsed over Han’s shallow breaths.

“Open your mouth.”

At the languid command, Han’s lips parted automatically. Taeshin’s p3nis entered Han’s small mouth like a creature finding its home.

Han’s hands were brought to Taeshin’s testicles, and he clumsily fondled the heavy, rough sac. Even the slightest stimulation made Taeshin’s thigh muscles tense.

Slowly, Taeshin’s swollen glans pushed deeper into Han’s throat. Tears of physical distress welled up in Han’s eyes.

Taeshin’s hips began to move, the ridged glans scraping against Han’s tongue and down his throat. The rhythmic thrusting evoked an explicit message.

The painful intrusion made Han’s eyes roll back as he gagged and struggled. Yet, Taeshin’s darkened eyes showed not pain, but extreme pleasure, and he threw his head back, letting out a deep, primal groan as he climaxed.

A flood of viscous fluid gushed into Han’s mouth and throat. Han, as if in a trance, swallowed it down as Taeshin had commanded.

Taeshin gently caressed the edges of Han’s ears, as if praising him, and slowly pulled his own thing out of Han’s mouth. Even after ejaculating, Taeshin’s p3nis showed no change in its hardness.

The bulging part of the glans that had been scratching the roof of Han’s mouth slipped out. The p3nis sprang back like a spring and hit Taeshin’s abdomen.

Taeshin grabbed the base of his shaft with his hand and smeared a little of the semen that had oozed out on the edge of Han’s mouth onto the glans.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

And he rubbed the glans on Han’s outstretched tongue, as if wiping it clean. This way, Han had swallowed every last drop of Taeshin’s semen.

Exhausted and loosened, Taeshin looked at the listless Han longer than usual. His gaze, heavier than ever, slowly moved over Han’s body.

Today, Taeshin was careful, yet decisive. He unhesitatingly pulled Han’s T-shirt over his head. Han’s fine, soft hair became tangled and puffed up like cotton candy.

The cool air touching his bare skin made Han shrug his shoulders. Taeshin gently stroked the line connecting Han’s shoulders and arms, and pulled down his loose pajama pants and underwear at once.

Staring at the naked body as if licking it, fine hairs rose all over Han’s body. He unknowingly swallowed his saliva.

Taeshin’s gaze moved to parts that he wouldn’t want to show to others: the straight shoulders, the deep collarbones, the small pale n1pples, the faint pubic hair, and the soft, clinging p3nis in the groin.

The naked figure lying on the pristine white sheets was more beautiful than any scene Taeshin had ever seen. Taeshin let out a low sigh and commanded.

“Now it’s your turn. Undress me.”

The voice was like a whisper, but it had a coercive force that made it seem like Han had to follow the order. Han knelt on the bed and reached for the top button of Taeshin’s shirt.

As Taeshin took a breath, his chest, like a lump of iron, swelled greatly, and the buttons came undone.

With his small trembling hands, Han unbuttoned all the buttons and pushed the shirt over Taeshin’s shoulders. Taeshin just watched Han undress him without helping.

Han had to pull the shirt out from his arms one by one. He knelt close to Taeshin and first removed the shirt from his right arm, then the left.

As Han moved close, his familiar, cozy scent lingered faintly at the tip of Taeshin’s nose. Taeshin inhaled the fragrance more deeply, as if trying to etch it into his mind.

Eventually, Taeshin’s scarred torso was fully revealed. Han averted his gaze and hesitantly moved his lips.

“To, to undress your, your pants…”

Taeshin quietly got off the bed and stood in front of Han. Han undressed Taeshin’s pants, underwear, and socks one by one.

The room was as quiet as the depths of the sea. The only sounds were their breathing and the rustling of the fabric against their skin, which was noticeable.

It was not a hurried prelude to lovemaking, but a solemn atmosphere, like that of lovers about to experience their first night together.

Looking at the messy pile of clothes on the floor, Han breathed heavily, his whole body flushed. He thought Taeshin seemed somehow different from usual today.

In reality, the difference was not in his exterior, but in his inner self.