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The afterparty was everything you’d expect from a Formula 1 victory celebration in Monaco.
Champagne towers shimmered under crystal chandeliers. The Red Bull penthouse suite stretched high above the glittering bay, lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over dark water and the lights of superyachts dancing below. Celebrities lounged in plush couches, A-list models clinked glasses with race team executives, and a famous DJ pulsed house music from a glowing platform in the corner.
Jungwon had won again—of course he had. Pole position, fastest lap, first to cross the finish line. The crowd had screamed for him. Cameras flashed. The trophy was heavy in his hand, still warm from the press of his gloves. Another gold to add to the collection. Another reason for his team to throw a ridiculously expensive party that he didn’t even want to attend.
He sat stiffly at his reserved VIP table—slightly slouched in the curved leather booth, a glass of scotch in hand, and a bored look fixed on his face.
The girl beside him was gorgeous. Famous, probably. Lithe body, perfect smile, toned legs crossed tight in a red mini-dress. Her laughter was high and breathy, her hand already resting on his thigh, nails painted gold.
Jungwon wasn’t even listening.
His gaze was somewhere else entirely.
Specifically—across the room, near the open bar, where a boy with soft cheeks and sparkly earrings was sipping orange juice through a paper straw like he wasn’t surrounded by the richest people in Europe.
Jungwon stared.
The boy was definitely not a racer. Not a team staff member. Not a celebrity, not a sponsor’s son, not even a recognizable influencer. His outfit was casual—loose white blouse tucked into wide-leg beige pants, a cropped cardigan sliding off one bare shoulder, and a thin silver necklace that glinted when he moved. His lips were full, glossy, and bitten pink.
And he looked absolutely out of place.
The boy wrinkled his nose at the taste of the drink, pouted, and pulled out his phone to text someone—glitter phone case catching light under the chandeliers.
Jungwon’s cock twitched.
He barely noticed the girl beside him trailing her fingers over his inner thigh. His drink was forgotten. His mind wasn’t on champagne or cameras anymore.
“Who’s that?” Jungwon asked, eyes still locked across the room.
The girl blinked, following his line of sight. “Him? No idea. Probably someone’s assistant.”
“Jake brought him,” said a Red Bull engineer beside him, overhearing. “Said he’s a friend. Sun-something?”
“Sunoo,” murmured another voice—Heeseung’s, who was sipping beer with sunglasses still on indoors, one arm slung over his own date. “Jake’s childhood friend. He doesn’t know shit about racing. Said he only came for the dessert table.”
Jungwon was already standing.
He slid out from the booth, leaving the famous girl in mid-sentence, and crossed the room without a word. His strides were long, clean, confident. Black dress shirt tucked into tailored slacks, Rolex shining on his wrist. The party barely shifted as he moved—people stepped aside without realizing they were doing it.
Sunoo didn’t look up until Jungwon was standing right in front of him.
“Hi,” Jungwon said casually, voice low but direct. “You look like you hate it here.”
Sunoo blinked, caught off guard.
“…You’re not wrong.”
The boy tilted his head, lazily dragging his gaze up from Jungwon’s chest to his jawline, then finally to his eyes. No blush. No stuttering. No recognition.
He had no idea who Jungwon was.
Interesting.
“Came for the food,” Sunoo added with a pout. “But even the cake’s gone.”
Jungwon smirked. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Nope.” Sunoo took a slow sip of his juice, now having his poker face perfectly in place. “Should I know you?”
That made Jungwon smile for real—sharp and amused, tongue poking briefly against the inside of his cheek. “Not at all.”
“Okay.” Sunoo set down his glass and leaned against the bar, still holding his phone loosely. “I don’t really like loud parties, but Jake left me here and said I should ‘socialize’ while he and Heeseung ‘catch up.’ Whatever that means.”
Jungwon’s smile widened.
“They left you alone?” he asked as if he was not talking to Heeseung a few minutes ago. “That doesn’t seem very safe.”
“I can handle myself,” Sunoo replied, batting his lashes with fake innocence. “I know how to say ‘fuck off’ in four languages.”
Jungwon leaned closer, voice dipping into something darker. “You might need a fifth.”
Sunoo raised an eyebrow, not backing away at all.
“And what language are you trying to speak, mister tall-handsome-and-pretending-to-be-interesting?”
Jungwon chuckled.
God, this boy was bratty. Not impressed, not flustered, not flirty—just casually snarky, shiny-lipped, and completely unaware of the way he was pulling Jungwon in like a goddamn magnet.
“Wanna come somewhere quieter?” Jungwon asked, suddenly.
Sunoo blinked again. “Why?”
Jungwon’s eyes dropped briefly to the boy’s hips, then back up. “So you can keep talking like that… without all these people listening.”
Sunoo paused. His lashes fluttered once. His lip gloss caught the light again as he shifted on his feet.
“I don’t even know your name,” he said, voice a little softer.
“Let’s find out?,” Jungwon replied.
Then—he held out his hand.
Sunoo stared at it for a second. Then he took it.
They disappeared down a side hallway, the music pulsing dimly behind them, the gold and silver lights fading into something darker. Jungwon guided him into a smaller private room—red velvet couches, a bottle of wine on the side table, balcony doors slightly cracked open.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Sunoo was pushed lightly against the wall.
Jungwon’s hand planted beside his head. Their faces were close—breaths mingling.
“You really don’t know who I am?” Jungwon asked, voice low.
“I told you already,” Sunoo whispered back. “Should I?”
Jungwon’s eyes flicked down to those glossy lips again, fingers twitching with the urge to grab his hips and tilt him just so—
“You’re lucky I like a challenge,” he muttered.
Sunoo smirked up at him, unbothered. “You’re lucky I like pretty boys with no manners.”
Then without a second Jungwon kissed him.
Hard. Sudden. Full of tongue and heat and want. Sunoo gasped into it—just enough surprise to part his lips and let Jungwon slide in deeper, one hand gripping his jaw while the other pinned his waist to the wall.
And just like that, the tension exploded.
Sunoo’s body arched, mouth opening willingly now, letting Jungwon devour him—wet kisses, sharp teeth, soft whines. His hands slid up under Jungwon’s shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, nails raking slightly as he pulled the taller boy closer.
“Still don’t know your name,” Sunoo breathed, voice soft and breathless against the quiet hush of the private room, his lips kiss-swollen, pink and slick.
Jungwon’s mouth hovered against his throat, just where his pulse fluttered.
“Doesn’t matter,” he growled lowly, his breath hot and humid.
Then he bit.
Not hard enough to bruise—but enough to make Sunoo gasp, his hips twitching forward on instinct, brushing up against the bulge that had been pressing against him since their lips first touched. Jungwon’s hand was already snaking down to grab the plush curve of his ass, squeezing it through the fabric of his pants as he rolled his hips forward, grinding them together just once.
Sunoo whimpered—fuck, he whimpered—and Jungwon felt it like gasoline to a lit match.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Jungwon whispered, dragging his lips from Sunoo’s neck to his collarbone, where the edge of his blouse had slipped off his shoulder. “That cute little mouth talks a lot of shit for someone already melting against me.”
Sunoo’s only answer was a hitched breath and a barely-there whine in the back of his throat.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Jungwon asked, one hand slipping up Sunoo’s waist under his blouse—his skin burning hot, smooth and supple, so fucking soft. “Walking into this party like a dessert I’m not supposed to touch…”
“I was here for the actual dessert,” Sunoo murmured stubbornly, voice a little shaky now.
Jungwon laughed—a dark, low chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest as his fingers slid higher, brushing the undercurve of Sunoo’s ribs. He didn’t even realize how close Sunoo’s thighs were pressing together, like his legs had a mind of their own, squeezing tighter every time Jungwon’s voice dropped another octave.
“You’re sweeter than anything at that buffet,” Jungwon said, lips grazing over Sunoo’s cheek, jaw, and then lower—pressing heat down the column of his throat. “And I’m fucking starving.”
“Then eat me,” Sunoo snapped, bratty as ever—but his fingers trembled where they clung to Jungwon’s shirt.
Jungwon stilled.
Pulled back.
And grinned.
“You really don’t know who I am,” he said again, but this time, it sounded like a threat.
But then—without a word—Jungwon’s arms wrapped firmly around him.
“What—” Sunoo barely had time to breathe before he was swept off his feet, literally.
He let out a startled noise as Jungwon lifted him with practiced ease, gripping under his thighs as if he weighed nothing. Their mouths brushed messily on the way, Sunoo clinging to his shoulders, flushed and dazed, while Jungwon crossed the room in a few fast strides.
Then it happened in one smooth, hungry motion.
Jungwon lowered him just enough to flip him—turning him around in his arms and pressing him forward—until Sunoo’s front was bent over the plush red velvet couch. His hands landed on the cushions to catch himself, breath caught in his throat.
“Wait—what are you—”
“You said eat you,” Jungwon said flatly. “So stop squirming.”
Sunoo opened his mouth to sass again—probably something bratty and stupid—but it died in his throat the moment Jungwon knelt behind him, pushed his cardigan and blouse all the way up to expose his lower back, and started kissing down his spine.
Slowly. With purpose. Tongue, lips, teeth. Every press sent tingles shooting down Sunoo’s arms and legs, and by the time Jungwon reached the dip of his back, Sunoo was whimpering, his fists clutching the couch cushions.
“Do you usually walk into strangers’ parties,” Jungwon murmured between kisses, “act like a little brat… and then offer your cunt like this?”
Sunoo’s breath hitched sharply. “W-What the—who said I do that—”
Jungwon’s fingers slipped between his thighs and cupped him from behind.
Sunoo choked on his breath. He was soaked.
And Jungwon groaned low in satisfaction. “Yeah,” he whispered darkly. “You’ve got a tight cunt alright… dripping through your pants like this… you wanted me to ruin it, didn’t you, baby?”
Sunoo squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body trembling against the couch now. “S-Shut up—”
“Not a chance,” Jungwon growled.
In one swift motion, he tugged Sunoo’s pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing the soft, swollen folds between his thighs—already glistening wet and twitching at the open air. Sunoo gasped in humiliation, trying to close his legs, but Jungwon spread them wider with his knees as he moved closer.
“Fuck,” Jungwon muttered. “Look at you… wet like this from just a few kisses?”
He leaned in.
Pressed his tongue flat against Sunoo’s cunt from behind.
Sunoo sobbed.
His entire body jolted against the couch, his thighs shaking. Jungwon gripped his hips tighter, keeping him in place as he licked a slow, filthy stripe from his hole up to his clit, groaning as he tasted him properly for the first time.
“I knew you’d taste good,” he muttered, lips dragging over the slick folds again. “But this? You’re made to be fucked, baby. No wonder you’re so bratty. You’re begging for it without even using your mouth.”
Sunoo was panting now—desperate little breaths, his face flushed and eyes glassy, chest heaving where he was still folded over the couch. “I-I didn’t even—hnnng—”
Jungwon sucked on his clit.
Sunoo screamed.
“JUNGWON—!!”
The name slipped out like a broken moan, and Jungwon froze—his mouth still between Sunoo’s thighs.
He looked up slowly.
“…You do know my name now.”
Ofcourse Sunoo knows his name. The tall, handsome, redbull f1 famous racer. He just don’t fucking know why he act clueless when in the first place he likes the guy—Jungwon.
He buried his face in the couch cushions.
“Shut up and keep going,” he mumbled.
Jungwon grinned.
“As you fucking wish.”
Then he dove back in—messy, loud, obscene. His tongue worked in slow, teasing circles, dipping in and out of Sunoo’s clenching hole while his thumb circled his swollen clit. Every whimper, every twitch of Sunoo’s thighs, every hitch in his breath—Jungwon drank them in like fuel, groaning against his pussy like he couldn’t get enough.
And Sunoo?
Sunoo was soaked. So needy. His legs trembling where they hung off the edge of the couch, his voice a string of breathy, broken moans now—every time Jungwon sucked, his toes curled.
It was too much—but he couldn’t stop.
Didn’t want to stop.
He was close. He was going to fall apart right there, overstimulated and aching, and Jungwon hadn’t even fucked him yet.
But god—it was coming—
His whole body was tensing—
And then Jungwon pulled away.
Sunoo sobbed again, louder this time, hips twitching back toward the loss.
“N-No—no, I was—I was—”
“You’ll come when I say,” Jungwon said lowly, unbuckling his belt behind him.
Sunoo’s breath caught in his throat.
Then he heard the slow, heavy drag of a zipper.
He turned his head weakly over his shoulder, dazed and wet and trembling. “Y-You’re gonna—”
Jungwon leaned over him, thick cock now in his hand, already hard and leaking.
“I told you,” he whispered against Sunoo’s ear, teasing the tip along his soaked folds, “you’ll be moaning my name.”
Sunoo’s breath hitched the moment he felt the hot, heavy weight of Jungwon’s cock drag between his folds.
He was trembling, soaked, and bent over the velvet couch like a present that had already been half-unwrapped—blouse pushed up, ass bare, cunt leaking and swollen, parted open just enough for Jungwon to see the slick stretch of him twitching with every teasing glide of that cock against him.
Jungwon’s grip tightened on his hips.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pressing the blunt head right against the clenching entrance of Sunoo’s pussy. “You’re hot as hell. You’re dripping. You want this cock that bad, baby?”
Sunoo whimpered.
His fingers gripped the armrest of the couch so tightly his knuckles turned white. He could feel how thick Jungwon was—just the pressure of the tip nudging at his entrance made his thighs shake harder. He wanted it, yes—but it was big. Bigger than anyone he’d taken. Jungwon hadn’t even pushed in yet and he already felt stretched.
“J-Jungwon,” he gasped, voice cracking. “W-Wait—”
But Jungwon was already leaning over him again—his chest warm against Sunoo’s back, one hand sliding up to wrap loosely around his throat, not choking, just holding. His breath ghosted across the shell of Sunoo’s ear.
“Too late to back out now, baby,” he murmured, filthy and soft, “You said ‘eat me.’ You let me taste this cunt. You’re mine now.”
Then he rolled his hips forward—and the head of his cock pushed in.
Sunoo cried out, hands flying to the couch cushion in front of him, burying his face as his back arched. It was thick, thicker than he expected, forcing his walls to stretch wide around it.
“Jungwon—s-shit, it’s too—”
“You’re taking it,” Jungwon growled, voice sharp now as his grip around Sunoo’s waist tightened. “You can fucking take it. You’re soaking. This greedy pussy’s sucking me in like it needs me.”
And it was.
Sunoo couldn’t deny it. No matter how much he squirmed, how hard he gasped—the slick gush between his legs told the truth. His body wanted this. Craved it. His cunt clenched desperately as Jungwon pushed in another inch, then another, until the stretch hit deep and sharp.
“Oh my god—” Sunoo sobbed, tears pricking at his lashes. “You’re too b-big—!”
Jungwon just groaned behind him, eyes nearly rolling back as the tight, wet heat swallowed his cock inch by inch. “You’re taking all of it. Don’t fucking run.”
Sunoo’s thighs were shaking, legs spread wide over the couch, as Jungwon finally bottomed out—his pelvis flush against Sunoo’s ass, every thick inch buried to the hilt inside that pulsing, dripping cunt.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Just the sounds of their panting breath, the slick noise of skin meeting skin, and the faint beat of the party music leaking through the velvet-draped walls.
Then Jungwon pulled back—
—and slammed back in.
Sunoo screamed, his whole body lurching forward on the couch, knees nearly buckling as the cock dragged against his inner walls, hitting so deep it made him shake.
“Yeah?” Jungwon grunted behind him, thrusting again—harder this time, making the couch creak. “You feel that? That’s what you get for mouthing off to me, brat.”
Sunoo couldn’t even speak—only cry out, his voice breaking with every thrust that followed. Jungwon was pounding into him now, rough and fast, hips slapping against his ass as one hand came down to spank him hard.
The sound echoed.
Sunoo yelped, back arching again.
“Say my name,” Jungwon hissed, spanking him again, then grabbing both wrists and pinning them down against the cushion. “Say it while I wreck this pretty little pussy.”
Sunoo was sobbing now—fucked dumb already, tears streaming as he gasped out between moans.
“Jungwon—Jungwon—fuck, Jungwon—!”
“That’s right,” Jungwon growled, voice filthy in his ear. “You’re moaning it now. Just like I said. You gonna come for me like this, baby? Bent over a couch, dripping on the velvet, stuffed full of cock you didn’t even know five minutes ago?”
Sunoo whimpered—his whole body trembling violently. He was close. So close. His clit throbbed every time Jungwon slammed into him, his cunt spasming tighter and tighter.
“I-I can’t—nghh—c-can’t hold—!”
“You don’t have to,” Jungwon said, leaning down and biting his shoulder—sharp enough to leave teeth marks, tongue licking over the sting as he kept fucking into him, relentless. “Come on my cock, baby. Let this cunt make a mess.”
And with one last punishing thrust—deep, rough, angled just right to slam into the back of Sunoo’s sensitive pussy—Sunoo shattered.
It hit like lightning.
His orgasm wasn’t just a wave—it was a fucking storm.
His whole body convulsed, legs trembling violently as his pussy clenched around Jungwon’s cock like a vice, soaking them both in slick. He moaned into the cushions, loud, no filter left in him—just raw sound, pitchy and high and wrecked. His cunt pulsed hard around the thick length buried inside him, desperate and greedy, like it never wanted to let go.
Jungwon groaned loud, holding him down as he fucked him through it. “That’s it, baby. So fucking good for me. God, your pussy’s squeezing me.”
But he didn’t stop.
Even as Sunoo came—harder than he ever had in his life—Jungwon kept moving. His thrusts slowed just slightly, but they never stopped. The angle shifted—deeper now, meaner, every roll of his hips dragging against Sunoo’s rawest, most sensitive spots, right when he was still spiraling in the afterglow.
“W-Wait—” Sunoo gasped, voice shredded, legs twitching helplessly. “Jungwon—f-fuck, I can’t—!”
“Yes, you can,” Jungwon growled, pressing harder on Sunoo’s lower back, forcing his ass higher. “You will. Gonna fuck you dumb, baby. Already close, aren’t you?”
Sunoo screamed into the couch—his pussy overstimulated, every movement of Jungwon’s cock now an electric shock of sensation. His body jerked with every thrust, spasming uncontrollably, tears wetting the velvet beneath him.
“I j-just—just came—!”
“And now you’re gonna come again.”
Jungwon spanked him—hard, right over the swell of his ass cheek, the sound snapping across the room—and Sunoo choked on a sob.
His cunt gushed around the cock still pounding into him, the slick obscene now, dripping down his thighs, soaking into the velvet beneath. Jungwon gritted his teeth, holding back his own orgasm by sheer force of will.
Because Sunoo wasn’t finished.
Not until he was broken.
“Look at you,” Jungwon panted, slamming in again, making Sunoo scream. “Legs shaking, pussy leaking like a bitch in heat. You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
Sunoo sobbed, shaking his head—but his body betrayed him.
His cunt fluttered again—another orgasm already winding tight in his belly, pressure building faster than the first. He couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t slow down. His toes curled, his hips jerked uncontrollably every time Jungwon hit his womb.
“You gonna come again?” Jungwon hissed, dragging his cock slow and deep inside him now. “Come on my cock twice? Like a slut who doesn’t know when to stop?”
Sunoo’s nails scraped the couch cushion. His body was vibrating now, sweat slicking every inch of him, hair plastered to his forehead. “Jungwon—f-fuck, it’s too much, I can’t—!”
“You can, baby. You will. Gonna make this pussy mine.”
He reached down and rubbed tight circles against Sunoo’s clit with two fingers—quick and mean, just as his cock bottomed out again—
That was it.
Sunoo screamed, voice cracking, as his second orgasm ripped through him like fire. His thighs kicked. His entire body seized. He gushed around Jungwon’s cock—literally squirted—soaking the couch in a hot gush of cum that ran down his inner thighs.
“Fuck—” Jungwon gasped. “You squirted for me—holy shit—”
Sunoo was limp now. Destroyed.
He collapsed forward fully, legs trembling so violently they slipped off the couch, his hips still barely held up by Jungwon’s grip. His cunt was spasming around him, walls fluttering weakly, fucked so raw he couldn’t even process words anymore.
Just whines. Sobs. Shaking.
And Jungwon?
Jungwon was still inside him.
“I’m not done,” he panted, one hand fisting in Sunoo’s hair, pulling his head up so he could whisper filth right in his ear. “You’re gonna stay open for me. Take my cum. Keep me warm while I fill you.”
Sunoo moaned helplessly, face streaked with tears, lips parted, saliva smeared across his cheek.
And then—Jungwon thrust in deep one last time and came.
His cock throbbed hard as thick, hot cum spilled deep inside Sunoo’s already ruined cunt. So much—so fucking much—that it spilled out instantly, running in slow drips between Sunoo’s thighs and over the edge of the couch.
“Take it, baby,” Jungwon growled, jerking his hips a few more times, riding out his high. “Fucking take it.”
Sunoo twitched under him—boneless, overstimulated, his pussy still fluttering from aftershocks.
He was gone.
Fully wrecked. Voice raw. Face sticky with tears and spit. Cunt stretched wide and drooling cum onto luxury velvet.
Jungwon leaned down, nuzzling into the back of his neck now, gentler.
“…Told you you’d be moaning my name.”
Jungwon’s voice was low, smug, his chest pressed to Sunoo’s sweaty back, his cock still buried deep inside Sunoo’s overstimulated cunt—still hard and still not yet pulled out. His cum had already begun to leak out, hot and thick, dribbling messily down the backs of Sunoo’s trembling thighs.
Sunoo let out a weak, broken whimper, voice hoarse from moaning and crying into the velvet.
“…You’re insane…”
Jungwon smiled lazily against his skin, kissing the damp nape of Sunoo’s neck.
“And you love it,” he murmured. “You’ll keep loving it.”
He finally pulled out with a slow, sticky slide—his cock dragging against the raw, puffy walls one last time before it slipped free with a wet pop. More cum spilled out of Sunoo immediately, a thick glob oozing down from his twitching hole.
Sunoo flinched at the loss—body overstimulated, cunt still spasming like it didn’t understand it was over.
Jungwon stood back and stared.
His cock—still flushed, thick, and slick with a mix of both their cum—hung heavy between his legs, twitching slightly as he caught his breath. Sunoo was destroyed in front of him, ass up, blouse bunched around his waist, his whole body quivering as he struggled to breathe.
“Fuck,” Jungwon muttered, grabbing the base of his cock. “Look at the mess you made, baby.”
Sunoo only whimpered into the couch cushion, too out of it to even sit up.
But Jungwon wasn’t finished.
He reached down, wrapped a hand around Sunoo’s bare arm, and pulled—not harshly, but firmly enough that Sunoo had no choice but to lift himself on shaky limbs. His knees buckled a little as he sat back on them, flushed and dazed, lips pink and puffy, eyes glassy with tears.
“On your knees,” Jungwon ordered softly, brushing his thumb across Sunoo’s chin. “Wipe your mouth.”
Sunoo obeyed sluggishly, wiping at his spit-slick lips with the back of his trembling hand, breathing shallow and fast. His thighs were trembling, his inner legs glistening with slick and cum.
Then he looked up—just as Jungwon brought his still-hard, messy cock right to his mouth.
“Clean it up.”
Sunoo blinked slowly, a low gasp escaping him.
“…Y-You’re still hard…”
“Not my fault your pussy’s too good.” Jungwon grinned, cocky and lazy. “Now be a good boy and use that mouth.”
Sunoo swallowed hard.
He hesitated for just a second—his cheeks burning, brain still fogged from back-to-back orgasms—before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around the swollen head.
Instantly, Jungwon hissed.
“Fuck, yeah…”
Sunoo licked gently at first—tentative, slow drags of his tongue across the tip, collecting the taste of cum and slick and his own wetness from earlier. It was messy, filthy, his lip gloss long since smeared and ruined, drool already gathering at the corners of his mouth.
“More,” Jungwon growled, fisting a hand into Sunoo’s soft hair. “Take it, baby.”
Sunoo whimpered—and took him deeper.
But Jungwon was too big.
The thickness of his cock stretched Sunoo’s lips wide, forcing them into a ring around his shaft. Sunoo could only fit half before his throat clenched, and his eyes fluttered shut, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he tried to take more.
Jungwon groaned. “That’s it. Fucking choke on it. You wanted to act cute at my party? Now earn it.”
Sunoo gagged when Jungwon pushed deeper.
His throat contracted around the thick length, his jaw aching, tears spilling again as he tried not to pull back. His hands clutched weakly at Jungwon’s thighs, saliva spilling down his chin.
“Less teeth baby, make this messy mouth be a useful,” Jungwon growled, tugging his hair tighter. “Keep it there. Don’t move.”
He rolled his hips forward, slow but firm—feeding his cock down Sunoo’s throat inch by inch, the wet sound obscene. Sunoo gagged again, spit bubbling out as his throat tried to adjust, drool running down to his chin and dripping onto his chest.
“Breathe through your nose, baby,” Jungwon cooed, condescending but almost fond. “Doing so good for me. Look at you. Just a dumb little thing with his mouth full of cock.”
Sunoo’s eyes fluttered up—watery, glassy—and Jungwon almost lost it.
That ruined face. Gloss-streaked lips. His own cum smeared on Sunoo’s thighs. And now that soft, tearful mouth choking on him like he was born to do it.
“Fucking perfect,” Jungwon muttered.
Sunoo moaned—around the cock—sending vibrations up the shaft that made Jungwon shudder.
“Yeah? You like cleaning daddy up with your mouth?” Jungwon teased, thrusting shallowly now, slow but heavy. “Gonna swallow all my mess like a good little slut?”
Sunoo gagged again—eyes rolling just slightly—but he didn’t stop. He kept going, taking what he could, licking what he couldn’t, his tongue lapping around the base as he used both hands to stroke the rest.
His throat was raw. His cheeks were hollowing. His entire face was dripping.
And Jungwon loved it.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” he growled, voice tight. “Where do you want it, baby? Hmm?”
Sunoo made a weak sound, pulling off with a pop—panting, spit trailing from his lip to Jungwon’s cock.
“M-Mouth,” he whispered, voice destroyed. “Inside…”
Jungwon’s jaw clenched.
He grabbed Sunoo’s chin, forced his mouth open wide again—and shoved his cock back in fast, fucking it once, twice, three times—and then came with a deep, guttural groan.
Sunoo swallowed as much as he could—but it was too much. Cum spilled past his lips, down his chin, dripping onto his chest and blouse, thick and white.
He coughed—gagged again, lips stretched wide around the twitching cock still pulsing in his mouth.
Jungwon finally pulled out, panting hard, watching his cum drip off Sunoo’s tongue.
“Good boy,” he breathed, cupping Sunoo’s jaw. “You’re even prettier like this.”
Sunoo collapsed forward onto his knees, trembling.
And Jungwon just smiled.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, stroking his hair. “The night’s not over.”