Newlyweds

6:41 PM, company smoking room.

“Hey, you know how there’s always that one kid in school? The one who always gets picked on.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean.”

“There was a kid like that in my class when I was in my senior year. No matter what, he’d ignore us when we talked to him, and if we tried to eat with him, he’d avoid us first.”

“Oh, I get the type.”

“He was always on his phone, his eyes looking all gloomy like this.”

“Just thinking about it gives me the creeps.”

“What’s even creepier is that one time, I beat him up.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Dunno. I don’t remember the reason. Must’ve been something he did wrong.”

“Anyway, but that bastard…”

“Did he snitch to the teacher or something?”

“Nah, that’s not it. I beat him so bad his left eye almost went blind, but he didn’t make a single sound.”

“……”

“Doesn’t that freak you out? What kind of twisted fuck doesn’t even scream….”

“Ah… so, that guy, is he…?”

“Hm? Oh, no, no. Deputy Lee, what are you thinking? His eye’s fine. He graduated just fine.”

“Oh.”

“Shit, he’s even taller than me now. Fuck, I don’t know what kind of workouts he’s been doing, but his body is…”

“Oh? You met him?”

“Yeah, the guy moved into my apartment complex recently.”

“Huh. No way. What are the odds…? Then, you must’ve talked to him? Was it awkward or anything?”

“Hm? No. Not awkward at all. I just met up with him… met him, and…”

“……Team Leader?”

“Yoon Seong-hyeon, sir, what’s wrong?”

“Ah… I met him. Yeah. We talked. Talked about old times. And… about the future.”

“The future? What, like making peace and getting along now?”

“……Yeah. Getting along. Well.”

Beep beep.

“Oh, Team Leader. I think you got a text.”

“……”

“Team Leader? Who’s it from? You’re staring at it without even blinking.”

“……Deputy Lee.”

“Yes?”

“I’m heading out first.”

***

8:11 PM, Home.

Thud, thud, thud. The rhythmic sound of chopping echoes through the kitchen. The pungent aroma of onions causes tears to well up in Yoon Seong-hyeon’s eyes as he holds the knife. Droplets fall onto the cutting board, leaving faint traces. Normally, he would stop, annoyed, but he can’t.

Time is almost up. He can’t keep him waiting.

With barely open eyes, he roughly chops the onions and throws them into a pan with unevenly sliced ham. The sizzling sound fills the air as he stirs the mixture with half-cooked rice and plates it. Despite the messy appearance, Seong-hyeon’s face is filled with pride.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rings, and Seong-hyeon’s body reacts instinctively. He tightens the apron around his naked body and rushes to the door. The time it takes to unlatch the chain and open the door feels excruciatingly long.

Faster, faster, even faster.

Saliva pools in his mouth, and his prepared entrance twitches in anticipation. He resists the urge to insert a finger and stir inside, forcing a bright smile instead.

Through the open door, he sees him.

Seong-hyeon bows politely, hands folded in front. The apron barely covers his groin, revealing his already semi-erect cock tied with a red string.

“Welcome home, dear.”

The man nods slightly in response, making Seong-hyeon’s cheeks flush.

The front door clicks shut.

The man beckons with his finger. Knowing the signal, Seong-hyeon quickly embraces him. As he lifts his head, he feels hot breath on his soft lips.

“Huh, uhng….”

A kiss is mandatory when his dear comes home.

Their tongues entwine, the rough texture sending shivers down Seong-hyeon’s spine. He eagerly swallows the saliva pushed into his mouth, his body convulsing with each movement of the man’s tongue against his sensitive palate and lips.

A kiss is like sex with the mouth, his dear had taught him. And he was right. They were having sex right there in the entrance.

Receiving his dear’s saliva was like receiving semen in his pussy, so it was natural for Seong-hyeon to feel such pleasure. After a long, passionate kiss, Seong-hyeon greedily licks the remaining saliva from the man’s mouth.

Heat spreads from his belly down to his perineum. His carefully prepared entrance quivers, ready for more. Seong-hyeon rubs his cheek against the man’s jaw, coquettishly asking, “Dear, should I serve you with my mouth pussy today? Ah, or should I serve you with my ass pussy?”

After the kiss, Seong-hyeon’s joy was to suck the man’s cock. Whether with his mouth or his lower hole, any orifice that could swallow it would do. But what Seong-hyeon loved the most were his mouth and his anal cavity. He could feel his dear’s cock so vividly there.

“Well.”

The man, lost in thought for a moment after Seong-hyeon’s words, moved his long fingers. As the fingertip pressed firmly against Seong-hyeon’s lips, he smiled.

“Yes, I’ll eat it with my mouth, dear.”

Kneeling down, Seong-hyeon skillfully used only his mouth to unzip the man’s pants. Sticking out his red tongue to rummage inside the underwear, the thick cock sprang out with a snap. The dark veins bulging on it captivated Seong-hyeon, making him lick his lips as if savoring the most delicious meal in the world.

“Ah… Your cock is always so impressive, dear.”

“Did you mean delicious?”

The man’s mocking tone made Seong-hyeon’s earlobes flush. He knew the answer but asked anyway, teasingly. But Seong-hyeon didn’t mind; he loved this playful side of him. To be able to suck the cock of the man he adored was pure bliss.

“I’m truly happy that you let me suck your delicious cock anytime, dear.”

“Yes, Seong-hyeon.”

Then hurry up and eat. The man called Seong-hyeon softly, gripping his head with a large hand. The glans rubbed against Seong-hyeon’s smooth cheek and long eyelashes. Smiling, Seong-hyeon stuck out his tongue.

The moment the cock touched his tongue, it felt like it would melt.

He kissed the hot tip and licked the rough veins with his tongue. Like a cat lapping milk, he tasted the cock several times before opening his mouth wide. The large cock thrust deep into his narrow, moist oral cavity.

With a sudden thrust, the cock filled his throat, making it hard to breathe. But Seong-hyeon didn’t struggle. Instead, he opened his mouth wider and leaned forward, eager to take it deeper.

“Ah… Our Seong-hyeon. Have you been thinking about my cock all day?”

The man’s amused voice faded away. Seong-hyeon moved his head back and forth, eagerly exploring the cock that filled his mouth. His mouth existed solely to suck this cock.

How can I make him feel even better? How can I make him praise me more? How can I swallow more of his cum?

Even as his lips stretched to their limit, he couldn’t stop. He wanted the semen deep in his throat. The strange heat in his lower abdomen would only subside when he swallowed his dear’s cum—sweet, bitter, and delicious. He wanted it now.

He widened his mouth, careful not to let his teeth touch, and vigorously rubbed the urethra with his tongue. The pre-cum oozing from the tip only whetted his appetite more. He sucked it loudly while caressing the base of the cock and the balls with both hands. The man growled like an animal as Seong-hyeon’s fingertips grazed the wrinkled surface.

The blunt tip of the thick cock thrust deep into his throat. Opening his throat wide to take it in, Seong-hyeon felt the man’s muscular thigh tremble under his touch. Ah, finally…!

Gulp, gulp. He swallowed the semen flowing down his throat, a blissful smile spreading across his face. While he enjoyed savoring the taste on his tongue before swallowing, the immediacy of drinking it straight was equally satisfying.

“Clean it up, Seong-hyeon.”

At the low command, Seong-hyeon gently sucked the cock still in his mouth. He sucked out the remaining drops of semen from the urethra and diligently licked the glans with his tongue. The man’s hand pushed his head away.

“You really are insatiable when it comes to cum, aren’t you, Seong-hyeon?”

Though the words might sound like a reprimand, the tone was affectionate. Seong-hyeon rubbed his face against the man’s crotch, his lips moving softly.

“Mmm…, I’m sorry, dear. I just love cum so much….”

He wanted more. This time, he wanted to keep it in his mouth longer before swallowing. Looking up at the man from his knees, Seong-hyeon’s longing was met with laughter.

“Don’t just think about your mouth. You need to use your ass too.”

“Yes, I’m sorry, dear….”

“Let’s go inside.”

Only then did the man take off his shoes and walk into the living room. Seong-hyeon followed obediently, his spirits dampened. The man’s gaze paused on a large frame hanging in the living room.

In the photo, a naked Seong-hyeon sat on the man’s lap, legs spread wide in a V, a look of pure joy on his face as he took the man’s long, thick cock. The sight was so lewd that anyone who knew the usual Seong-hyeon would never believe it was the same person.

“…That was a good time.”

Hearing the man’s murmur, Seong-hyeon looked at the photo on the wall—their wedding picture. For a moment, his eyes glazed over with a strange, fleeting image—empty bottles on the floor, a smartphone, flashing lights, darkness creeping in…

“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”

The strange vision vanished instantly from Seong-hyeon’s mind. He must always respond promptly to his dear’s call.

“Yes, dear.”

“Present your ass.”

Seeing the man’s cock already hardening again, Seong-hyeon’s eyes filled with joy. He turned around, lifting his hips and blushing deeply.

Four months into their marriage.

Every day was a honeymoon.