#56
“You told me to come and take them off before you washed up.”
“……”
“Seeing as you were sleeping without having washed, weren’t you waiting for me to take them off for you?”
He asked playfully while placing his left hand on my chest. With the edge of his hand, he tickled me as he slowly traced a line from between my pecs down to my abdomen, before touching the waistband of my pants.
Even though I brought this upon myself, my mind was reeling. It was just a light provocation thrown out of resentment for him not coming home. I didn’t really want it to turn out like this! …to say that would be a contradiction in itself.
Did I truly not want this kind of wicked situation?
Han Jinheon continued to touch the top of my waistband. I was frozen, focusing on his touch. It was so precarious, as if it would invade my pants at any moment. With all my nerves concentrated there, I couldn't do anything else. For example, blinking. Breathing…
This wouldn’t do. Swallowing hard, I let out the breath I had been holding. I gently grabbed Han Jinheon’s wrist, which was still exploring my waistband. My hand, laced with tension, was damp with sweat, and my voice trembled weightlessly.
“H-Hyung. Are you really g-gonna take my pants off?”
“I’m thinking about it. What should I do for you?”
The low voice whispering in my ear was sensual yet infuriating. He took a step back by saying he was “thinking about it,” as if he was letting me off, but in reality, he was overflowing with the confidence that he could strip me at any moment.
“Your evening medicine.”
“Medicine? Ah! I forgot to take it, aah!”
You forgot? Before my words even finished, Han Jinheon, who had muttered lowly, moved his hand. He didn’t put his hand inside my pants, but rather grabbed my penis over the fabric.
I trembled in surprise at the claw-like gesture. Feeling goosebumps all over, I reflexively grabbed Han Jinheon’s arm, but my strength was no match for his. It was as if I had just placed my own hand on his, telling him to go ahead and grab my dick.
My heart was pounding. It beat uncontrollably, crashing against my ribs and growing louder. I had never in my life felt my heart beat this hard, and I was genuinely worried it might explode.
“How can you forget to eat just because I’m not here? Did you really forget, or did you pretend to forget?”
“I really forgot!”
“Come to think of it, you only ate dinner because I sent Secretary Song.”
He chided me, saying this is why I forget things, and tightened his grip on my penis. Under the pressure, my penis, which I thought would shrivel, had instead become erect, contrary to my expectations.
This result was beyond my control, but I admit it. The mere fact that Han Jinheon’s hand had touched me was a stimulus in itself.
“What am I going to do if you get turned on when I’m holding this to punish you?”
“I’m not turned on! This is from shock! J-Just let go first and then talk!”
He said he understood and let go of my penis. But that was all.
Han Jinheon then proceeded to torment the bulging front of my pants, groping it with his entire palm, making the outline of my penis, wrapped in fabric, stand out.
“Ah, ah… Ugh.”
This isn’t what I wanted. Though I did want it. I wanted him to not touch me at all. Though I did want him to touch me.
My head felt like it was going to split, with reason and instinct clashing. I couldn't easily side with either one. If I followed reason, I couldn’t deny my true feelings, and if I followed instinct, I couldn’t ignore my conscience.
“Sol-ah.”
Han Jinheon, who moved the hand that was propping up his head to right beside my face, called my name. The moment our eyes met, his lips pressed against mine as if he had been waiting. A slick tongue pushed its way through my defenselessly parted lips.
As I focused on my lips, which had begun to be ravaged, my focus on my lower half blurred. Moreover, the ring hanging around Han Jinheon's neck repeatedly touched and left my skin, distracting my senses.
In that brief moment of inattention, my pants had become soaked in a round patch of pre-cum. Han Jinheon used the hand that had been caressing the wet spot to skillfully pull them off.
“Ah…”
My underwear came down with my pants, getting caught around my thighs. The moment my well-contained penis was fully exposed to the outside, my face turned bright red and I froze in horror, before hastily moving my hands to cover my groin.
Han Jinheon licked over my lips with his tongue and whispered.
“What did I even do to make you so hard?"
“……”
“Seems you don’t mind me touching you that much. Ah, or do you just get hard for anyone?”
No. I got hard because it's you, Han Jinheon.
Han Jinheon, who lightly pushed away the hand covering my penis, curved the corners of his mouth subtly. He gripped my penis tightly again.
“Ahh!”
Startled again, I grabbed his arm once more. It’s not like the strength I didn't have before would have magically appeared now. Instead, I dug my nails in and scratched his arm. A sense of urgency, as if I had to beg him to stop for now, washed over me, and I shook my head while meeting his gaze.
“Hyuung…”
I couldn’t stop him with just a desperate call. And I didn't have the will to stop him any further than this.
“It’d be a waste to stop here.”
Han Jinheon’s movements were slick. As he stroked my pre-cum-slicked penis from the testicles to the tip in one go, my defenseless hips twitched. I shook my head once more and said.
“But you took off my pants, so that's enough, isn't it? If we've done this much—!"
“I’ve changed my mind. I’ll take responsibility for what I’ve made hard.”
He was a man with a ridiculously strong sense of responsibility. As if taking responsibility for me and keeping me by his side wasn't enough, he was now saying he would take responsibility for my dick, which he had made hard. Compared to him, I was just a clumsy fool who couldn’t even take responsibility for my own feelings.
Look at me, my heart is just trembling in delight at his words.
As my penis was gently rubbed, I bit my glistening lips. To me, who was wary of the arousal that was beginning to consume me, Han Jinheon spoke mischievously. It had been a while since he mentioned this, so I thought he was forgetting, but…
“I told you to see me as just an Alpha at times like this, but if you still don’t feel like it, you can imagine it’s the guy you like.”
“……”
“You’d like it if that guy touched you like this, right? Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen, so I’ll allow you to imagine it.”
Han Jinheon sneered mischievously. It was clear he was doing it to tease me. But right now, Han Jinheon seemed like an idiot. 'It’s already happening. The guy I like is touching me.'
Though he will never know.
“It’s for your manifestation, so bear with it. Good boy, relax.”
Shhh. It’s okay. I’m just trying to give you pheromones through a pleasurable act.
A languid breath was exhaled between his coaxing words. I clenched my lips and tried to control the arousal spreading from my lower body. If I didn't, I felt like I would quickly give in and let out a moan.
Reason and instinct were still fighting a fierce battle inside my head. Though at this point, the answer had pretty much been decided. I wanted to follow my instincts, but the shred of conscience that told me Han Jinheon was my brother kept checking me, leading me to anguish.
“Haa. Aah…”
I let out a thick breath and lowered my gaze. I could see my dick, caught helplessly in Han Jinheon’s hand.
Living as Han Sol, there were two things about Han Sol’s penis that surprised me. One was that Han Sol had no pubic hair. It was unfamiliar, but I was getting used to it. The other was that it wasn’t as small as I thought.
If I were to add one more thing now, it would be that my erect dick could be covered by Han Jinheon’s single hand. I had always thought his hands were big and thick, but now, as he was caressing my dick, I felt it more than ever, and it hit my preferences perfectly. It became another point that added to my arousal.
“Ugh, ng…. It tickles…”
While jerking me off, Han Jinheon tormented my ear. Every time he licked the shell of my ear and bit my earlobe, a sharp stimulus was added to the slowly spreading sensation, and my body kept twitching. My hips trembled slightly and my butt lifted off the bed a little.
The pleasure itself is on a completely different level from when I touch myself. Like a true virgin, I’ve never had someone else touch me, so I can’t even compare the pleasure, but I can say this with confidence. Even when touching the same thing, the sensitivity is different from the start when I touch it versus when someone else does.
And to top it off, that ‘someone else’ is Han Jinheon. The Alpha I had fallen for, and a man Han Sol should never harbor feelings for.
“Haa…. Ngh!”
Amidst the repetitive act, another sharp stimulus came and my lower abdomen throbbed. I turned my body towards Han Jinheon. Then I buried my face in his chest.
Han Jinheon didn’t panic and continued the handjob. I didn’t know when he embraced me. I didn't realize that this position would become awkward for me. His left leg trapped my two legs.
Completely trapped by him, I literally couldn’t move and could only whimper. Unable to even squirm, I shook my buried face against his chest instead.
I heard a tongue click from above my head. An displeased voice followed. "Is it because he’s imagining the person he likes is touching him? Or is he just naturally like this?"
“Why are you so sensitive? Why do you feel so cute, Sol-ah.”
“……Hahh, haa…”
“The thought that some other bastards have seen you like this is starting to piss me off.”
Without me realizing, Han Jinheon’s right hand, which was supporting my head, gripped my hair and applied pressure. It was a force that couldn't be dismissed as light, and my head was pulled back, forcing me to look up at Han Jinheon. He too was staring down at me intently.
The temperature of the room, lit by a moonlight that would make darkness retreat, was as hot as midday. But the temperature in the Alpha’s eyes was considerably cool.
His cool gaze poured into my heart. When the heat recedes and reason returns, I can't help but dwell on the situation I'm in, and I choke up. I didn’t want that, so I just wanted to hide behind my instincts.
Because, as Han Jinheon said, in this moment, we are not brothers, but an Alpha and a Beta.
When I tried to bury my face in his chest again, Han Jinheon tightly gripped my hair to prevent me from doing so. Then, he kissed me fiercely, as if showering me with kisses.
“Heup…”
The hand that was stroking my penis sped up. He had never stopped holding my penis. He only varied the speed, but he never paused.
Because of that, my penis became so slick that it didn't need any other lubricant. Saliva was also dribbling from the corner of my mouth. Even my surging emotions turned into tears that welled up in my eyes.
Covered in fluids from top to bottom, all I could do was accept the pleasure that was coursing through my entire body. I had already given up on trying to control the pleasure. It was impossible for me.
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