Chapter 157

“What... are you going to do?”

The question slipped through Gyeol’s teeth even though he already knew the answer.

Yo Han Sung’s eyes curved with amusement, as though he found Gyeol unbearably adorable for asking, and he casually rubbed his cheek against Gyeol’s cock. The head briefly pressed against the corner of his eye, sending a heavy pulse of pleasure through Gyeol.

“Hh....”

“You might not know, Gyeol, but this one knows everything.”

“Don’t... talk about it like it’s a person.”

Gyeol could barely breathe. It was like that even though he had turned on cold water rather than hot.

The audio recording was still running beyond the door. Gyeol had said he was going to the bathroom, and Yo Han Sung was hardly going to sit alone in the bedroom talking to himself, so a brief stretch of silence would not seem particularly strange.

But still....

His cock was rubbing against Yo Han Sung’s cheek. The visual shock was overwhelming.

Even so....

He wanted to find some excuse—any excuse—for why they should not be doing this, but his mind refused to work, as though all his blood had rushed downward.

Meanwhile, Yo Han Sung loosely stroked Gyeol’s cock, deliberately rubbing the head against his cheek several times. Each time, thick pre-ejaculate smeared across his skin, leaving a glossy trail. Gyeol felt himself harden even further.

“Haa, ha....”

“Shh.... Just in case, you have to keep quiet. Can you do that?”

Gyeol looked down at him with reddened eyes and gave a hesitant series of nods.

“We don’t have much time, so don’t force yourself to hold back. It’s okay if you come quickly.”

The words pricked strangely at his pride, but Gyeol nodded again.

Everything Yo Han Sung said was correct, and honestly, Gyeol was not confident that he could last long. Merely looking at the sight before him was enough to make him feel how intensely aroused he had become.

The man before him was none other than Yo Han Sung.

The entire world envied and adored him. Some people dreamed of appearing in a production with him, while others lost sleep over a single glance from him.

Until only a few years ago, Gyeol had been no different from them.

Who could ever have imagined that he would appear on a dating show with Yo Han Sung, only for the man to secretly suck his cock?

“Why is even your cock so pretty, Gyeol?”

The low murmur sent a chill racing up Gyeol’s spine. He knew there was no chance a whisper that quiet could be heard beyond the door, yet the possibility still frightened him—and, ironically, that very fear heightened his excitement to its limit.

“It’s such a pretty pink, and the way it curves slightly upward is pretty too....”

Yo Han Sung wrapped his large hand around Gyeol’s cock and stroked it slowly from base to tip.

Panting for breath, Gyeol leaned his back against the cold wall, afraid his legs might give out.

Yo Han Sung leisurely stroked the cock producing wet, sticky friction sounds, then buried his face between Gyeol’s legs. Gyeol’s thighs trembled when he kissed deep along the inside of one.

Kiss, kiss. His lips traveled upward until they reached the groin between Gyeol’s legs—the pale mound leading to his cock, white and smooth without a single strand of pubic hair.

“There’s no hair here.”

Yo Han Sung deliberately extended his tongue and licked over it.

“Hhk....”

Gyeol, whose fingertips had been scraping across the bathroom tiles, clapped a hand over his mouth.

“It doesn’t look like you removed it. It seems like you’ve never grown any at all.”

This time, Yo Han Sung grazed the soft skin with his teeth before biting down.

“......Ngh!”

Gyeol gave a brief, pained moan as his legs buckled. Yo Han Sung slipped his free arm between Gyeol’s thighs and wrapped it securely around one leg, supporting him so he would not fall.

“Am I right? You don’t grow hair?”

Yo Han Sung asked with his cheek resting against the spot he had just bitten, where faint teeth marks remained. The pre-ejaculate on his cheek stretched stickily against Gyeol’s skin. Gyeol’s vision blurred, yet he could not look away. Unable even to close his eyes, he stared down at everything and nodded faintly.

Yo Han Sung let out a breathy laugh. Gyeol could not hear clearly, but it sounded as though he might have quietly cursed at the beginning.

“There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t obscene....”

He opened his mouth wide and bit the pale mound. All the while, he continued kneading and stroking Gyeol’s cock as he sucked at the skin.

“Haa, ha... hhp....”

Gyeol staggered several times. His body was losing strength, and he felt as though he might collapse at any moment. Had Yo Han Sung not been holding his leg and supporting his weight, he would already have crumpled to the floor.

His unsupported knee bent, pitching his body forward. Flinching at the relentless stimulation, Gyeol grabbed Yo Han Sung’s hair.

He was soaked everywhere, front and back alike. Pre-ejaculate and slick fluid streamed from him, leaving the space between his thighs wet. He had never been this aroused before. No—he had never even known he was capable of becoming this aroused.

Only after leaving several dark red marks across the pale mound did Yo Han Sung finally lift his lips. Even then, as though reluctant to let it go, he pressed several more kisses over the skin.

Gyeol could not understand why he was so fixated on that place. It was a source of shame for him, somewhere he had always been too embarrassed to expose.

Then why was Yo Han Sung biting and sucking it as though he could not get enough?

“You seem like... a pervert.”

Gyeol spoke between pants.

“Mm. And you’re aroused because of that pervert.”

After replying, Yo Han Sung stroked firmly up Gyeol’s cock, opened his mouth, and took the rounded head between his lips.

Then he sucked.

Gyeol straightened sharply, his head jerking backward. The rush of pleasure was incomparable to being touched by a hand.

“Haa, ha... haa.”

Using the inside of his lips and the edges of his teeth, Yo Han Sung took him in little by little until he had finally forced Gyeol’s entire cock into his mouth. Gyeol felt the head become trapped in a tight, narrowing passage.

It had to be his throat.

“Hh, ngh. Hhk....”

His mouth was like a hot, damp cavern. Every surface was soft except for the throat engulfing the head of his cock, which constricted firmly and pressed deep against his most sensitive spot.

Yo Han Sung had Gyeol’s cock in his mouth.

It was unbelievable.

Gyeol’s waist trembled. He felt as though instinct might make him move. He tensed his toes desperately to stop himself, but immediately afterward, Yo Han Sung wrapped the hand that had released his cock around Gyeol’s waist and began moving him.

“...Hh, ngh. Hhk. Mm, hhk.”

He was made to thrust almost by force.

Overwhelming humiliation surged through Gyeol alongside the distant, dizzying pleasure. He had never fucked anyone before, not even once, which made the situation even more mortifying.

He was embarrassed. He did not know what to do.

And that made him even more aroused.

Yo Han Sung did not merely hold his mouth open for him. His tongue continually licked the head, and whenever he drove Gyeol’s cock into his throat, he tightened his mouth around it and sucked.

“Ah, haa.... Ha. Mm, hhk. Hh.”

Gyeol had to suppress his voice. He knew that.

He knew, but merely remaining upright was so difficult that all he could do was brace himself with both hands on Yo Han Sung’s head and shoulder. He had no hand left to cover his mouth. He could not afford such a luxury.

No one knew.

No one could know what was happening in here.

No one could know that Yo Han Sung was sucking Gyeol Go’s cock or that Gyeol was thrusting his hips into Yo Han Sung’s mouth.

And all of it was happening in the middle of filming a television program.

His mind gradually went blank.

At some point, Gyeol began moving his hips on his own. Slurp, sluurp. Suck. Following the faint, sticky sounds with his ears, he drove his cock into Yo Han Sung’s mouth.

“Hhyk. ...Hhk. Mm, mm, ngh. ...Ha, haa. Ah....”

Every time the head pushed into the narrow opening, crushing pleasure swept over him. It felt as though it would not be strange if he lost consciousness like this. He thought he understood how people became consumed and driven mad by acts this animalistic.

“Yo... Han.... Ngh, hhk. ......!”

He called Yo Han Sung’s name without even realizing it.

Yo Han Sung took Gyeol’s cock deep into his throat and swallowed around it.

At the same time, his hand slid between Gyeol’s buttocks. Two fingers pushed into the slick, soaking-wet opening and pressed a particular spot inside.

“...Hh, ngh. Nngh......! ......!”

The stimulation struck like lightning.

Pleasure assaulted him from every direction without warning, and an orgasm tore vertically up his spine. Without meaning to, Gyeol yanked Yo Han Sung’s hair, arched his waist rigidly backward, and ejaculated into his mouth.

Cough, cough.

Unable to withstand the pressure and recoil, Yo Han Sung pulled away and coughed. The remaining semen sprayed across his face.

Hhk, haah.

Panting heavily, Gyeol barely managed to open his unfocused eyes.

Semen ran down Yo Han Sung’s eyelashes and cheek, while thick fluid pooled inside his mouth. Gyeol obediently toppled forward when Yo Han Sung released him, and Yo Han Sung caught him securely in his arms.

His head felt heavy.

He was unbearably dazed.

Without even knowing what he was doing, Gyeol sought Yo Han Sung’s lips like a baby bird reaching for food from its mother. Yo Han Sung had already swallowed Gyeol’s semen, but the unfamiliar scent of chestnut blossoms lingered inside his mouth.

Gyeol kissed him, pushed through the opening, and tangled their tongues together.

It did not feel dirty.

It simply felt good.

It felt so incredibly good.

Yo Han Sung slowly caressed the length of Gyeol’s back. As they kissed, Gyeol could feel something beneath his ass, far harder and more pronounced than what he had felt that morning.

Through the haze, Gyeol thought that he wanted to leave this island as soon as possible.

“Gyeol.”

Yo Han Sung murmured between the crushing of their lips and the tangling of their tongues.

“I like you.”

The whisper made the space beneath Gyeol’s stomach burn.

“I think I like you so much that it’s almost ridiculous.”

Listening to Yo Han Sung’s disbelieving laugh, Gyeol thought it again and again.

He wanted to leave this island immediately and go somewhere—anywhere—where he and Yo Han Sung could be alone together.