#57
The lips that had been locked together parted. Han Jinheon pressed his forehead against mine and asked in a low voice.
“What’s your preference. Fast? Or slow?”
The speed quickened, then slowed. He went out of his way to demonstrate, then pressed for an answer. He was asking me to tell him quickly so I could finally reach orgasm. I just shook my head, saying I didn't know.
'Honestly, I like it all. Just the fact that you’re touching me feels so good that I can’t dare to choose.'
“Han Sol, you have to answer.”
“I, I don’t know… Haa, just movi, ng it, ah-nghh…!”
“Just move it? Like this?”
“Ugh, yes! Hyung, hyuuung…. Haa, ahh.”
Han Jinheon knew how to play wickedly with his audacious hand. Even though just rubbing it would have been enough, he'd wrap it around, grip it, and stroke it mischievously. He didn't forget to touch my testicles, and with such dedication to tormenting my penis, my arousal found no chance to subside.
Now, he began to scratch the tip of my stiff penis. My vision turned white and my mind melted. The pleasure was too much. It filled me from head to toe, driving me mad.
My arousal rose passionately. Wanting to find even a sliver of stability, I wanted to even out my ragged breathing first. How could I escape from this moment, even for a short while? The only thing my reason-deprived self could find was Han Jinheon's chest. Seizing the moment the grip on my hair loosened, I buried my face in his chest again.
But the moment the sweet scent that didn't just graze my nose but deeply penetrated it met the intense pleasure that strongly stirred my lower abdomen, I immediately realized my mistake. Having reached my limit, I tensed my body, focusing on my lower belly, and called out for Han Jinheon desperately.
Even though he was right in front of me, holding me.
"Hyung, hyuuung."
“Haa, ah, ahh…! I-I’m, g-gonna co-comee….”
My moisture-laden voice trembled. "Shhh." The man who I thought would soothe me and help me reach my climax suddenly cut off the bud of pleasure in one fell swoop. He had squeezed my penis shut. At this incomprehensibly cruel act, I lifted my head and looked at him.
“Hyuung…”
I called out to him plaintively, looking at the black eyes fixed on me. The black eyes were glistening with a strange light.
'Why aren't you moving it?'
This unexplained stillness was unwelcome. I tried meeting his eyes and even shaking his stopped wrist, begging him to move quickly. Could it be that he found me boring? As his hand remained motionless, even a harsh thought crossed my mind.
If he were just squeezing my dick, the pain might have at least killed the mood, but he was gently tickling the tip, not letting the pleasure cool down, which made it all the more torturous and maddening. I wanted to come in this man's hand immediately.
The Alpha, who had been staring only at me for a long while, pressed his forehead against mine again and whispered.
"You want to cum, right? It's hard, I know, so..."
“Say you want to cum and kiss me. Then I’ll let you.”
“Hnghh…”
What kind of tantrum is this? He’s so mean. So incredibly mean.
Normally, I would have hesitated, wondering how he could ask such a thing of his brother. I would have tried to get out of it at least once, saying I couldn’t do it. But it was different now. I had neither the leeway nor the will to defy him.
His soft-spoken voice was like a guide to my struggling self, leaving me no choice but to follow.
“Haa… I want… ngh… to cum…”
All that was left in me was the desperate urge to release. A method was presented, and the thought that I could finish if I just did as he said made me so thirsty for it that, like a child, I recklessly crashed my lips against his and moved my tongue.
I had pecked him first before, like stamping my lips on his, but this was the first time I had ever tried to initiate a kiss. Not just this, but everything was a first. The time I am spending, the air surrounding me, the sensations I am feeling, and even the man who was personally giving these to me.
Han Jinheon skillfully received my clumsy kiss. As my tongue entered his mouth, he naturally entangled his own tongue with mine, granting me my climax. Just as he said; I said I wanted to cum, and I kissed him. He resumed moving my penis while our lips were still joined.
The pleasure that had been flowing horizontally for a moment began to gush vertically, and my body tensed up just like before. I couldn't think of anything anymore. My vision bleached white again, and my breath rose to the tip of my chin, as if I had just run a sprint.
I broke the kiss to steady the breath I had been holding back to my limit, letting out short gasps. Haa, haa, haa. As I inhaled and exhaled like I was hyperventilating, my penis, which had reached climax, spurted liquid into Han Jinheon's hand.
“Haa, heuk!”
“……”
“Haa, haa. Haa…”
“You must have held it in a lot. Our little brother has a lot, huh.”
Han Jinheon mumbled as he inspected the fluid on his hand. I glanced at the fluid on his hand, then let out a long breath and closed my eyes. It's not that I held it in a lot, I just haven't masturbated.
After being transmigrated as Han Sol, I haven't done it by myself. I don't know if it's because I lived as a virgin for so long or if I was just born that way, but my sex drive was never very strong. That might be true for my mind trapped in here, but I don't know about this body. It was a body that enjoyed itself as much as it wanted, so it might have built up without me realizing.
In any case, it’s embarrassing, but I don’t particularly feel like responding. Seeing him immediately get up to look for wet wipes without any lingering attachment, after being stuck to me without a gap between us just moments ago, it seemed Han Jinheon had mumbled it without much thought either.
But it seems he wanted a response to this one. Han Jinheon lightly poked my penis, which still hadn't escaped the afterglow of orgasm, and spoke. 'No. What if I get hard again?'
“It would be fine to sleep like this, but if you feel sticky, wash up and go to sleep. You can wash by yourself, right? Your hyung can’t take responsibility for that too.”
“O-Of course I can do it myself! G-Get out! I want to be alone now…”
I curled up my body like a shrimp to cover my penis. Then I grabbed the corner of a nearby pillowcase and threw it at Han Jinheon with all my might. It was such a simple action, yet my body was so drained of strength that it was exhausting.
“You want to be alone only after you’ve enjoyed everything? Now that your business is done, you want me to leave?”
That's not what I mean. But that's what I mean.
Han Jinheon chuckled and walked toward the bed, his gaze fixed on my butt, which was exposed due to my curled-up position. I tried to find the blanket to cover up quickly, but I was a beat too late.
Slap—.
A large palm struck my ass. Only after the sound of friction echoed through the room did I realize what he had done to me, and my eyes widened in shock.
“You're skinny everywhere else, but there's some flesh here."
Han Jinheon paid no mind to my frozen reaction. He simply patted my plump flesh as if he liked it, then picked up the pillow that had fallen on the floor and left the room.
“……”
When Han Jinheon left, the light disappeared. The room, which had been bright even without the lights on, instantly grew dark. The air, where the excitement had subsided, also gradually returned to its normal, lukewarm temperature. In the midst of it all, only I remained the same. My mind was blank, but my heart was pounding up a storm.
My gaze, which had been staring blankly at the closed door, shifted down to my pants and underwear, which had been pushed to the foot of the bed. My completely exposed lower half also caught the edge of my vision. Thankfully, my penis was limp and not erect.
Is that a good thing, though?
“……”
Swallowing dryly, I moved my gaze to the spot where Han Jinheon had been lying, and an exclamation escaped me unwittingly.
“This is crazy…”
'Fucking crazy. What did I just do with Han Jin-heon?'
***
Han Jinheon sat on a stool at the island counter, his eyes following Han Sol’s back. Han Sol was bustling about, saying he would make breakfast, without even glancing once in the direction where his hyung was sitting.
Just ten minutes ago, Han Sol hadn't wanted to come out of his room. It was strange for the kid, who always woke up early to make breakfast, to stay in his room today, so when he opened the door, Han Sol had looked at him furtively and said.
‘Hyung, I don’t have an appetite… I think I’ll have to eat alone…’
Han Jinheon realized immediately. It was because of last night.
If he had his way, he would have told him to rest, but Han Sol needed to eat something. He himself could starve, but Han Sol had to take his medicine. Han Jinheon considered telling him to stop being a pain and come out, but then changed his approach. He said, "Then I'm fine too," closed the door, and walked away slowly.
He wasn’t sure it would work, but it did. Han Jinheon heard the sound of frantic movement from behind the closed door and smiled. Han Sol, muttering about how his heart wouldn't be at ease if his hyung skipped breakfast because of him, led him to the kitchen.
And that led to the current situation. Han Jinheon, who had only intended to get him to come down and was planning on making breakfast himself, ended up sitting at the counter before he could even open the refrigerator. Feeling sorry, he didn't say anything. He just silently watched the bustling figure from behind, finding it cute.
His hair was sticking up. It was sticking up like that last night, too.
“You look well.”
He had tried to stay as quiet as possible, but Han Jinheon could no longer ignore Han Sol’s radiant face and spoke up. His gaze stopped on his cheeks, which looked so plump they were practically glowing. He chuckled instinctively and covered his mouth with his hand.
'How can even his cheeks be so cute?'
“I look well? Maybe it’s because I slept so well without dreaming…”
Han Sol said he slept like a log. The reason this kid slept so soundly was obvious. It was the result of the harmony between the physical fatigue from receiving pheromones and the sexual stimulation from last night.
“Here…”
Han Sol approached hesitantly and held out a large plate. Quite surprised by the unexpected size, Han Jinheon’s eyebrows shot up.
His meals, which were always closer to American than Korean, were even more American-style today. Deliciously toasted whole wheat bread and a scored sausage. The shape was a bit off, but there was even scrambled eggs. There was more to eat than usual.
Han Sol handed Han Jinheon a jam knife along with the plate, telling him to spread blueberry jam on the toast.
“Eat at least one piece of toast. You have to eat something to take your medicine.”
“I think I’d be fine on an empty stomach…”
“You’re not fine. Don’t waste my energy with such obvious talk.”
“Then…. H-Hyung, you eat first!”
Han Sol’s gaze darted around, avoiding Han Jinheon. The moment their intentionally averted gazes finally met, Han Sol’s face flushed red and he scurried out of the kitchen.
'I told him to eat a piece of bread, not that I was going to eat him.'
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