Newlyweds

Morning, 7 AM. Home.

<…… is …… yeah.>

<…… uh.>

<…… ah. …… let’s do it.>

Beep, beep. The familiar alarm sound jolts Seong-hyeon awake. Ignoring the ache in his lower back, he grabs his phone. The screen’s glare reflects off his sleepy, dark eyes.

“Ah.”

[Task: Morning cock massage for dear]

Seeing the alarm on his phone, Seong-hyeon smiles softly. It’s his duty and pleasure to satisfy his dear’s cock, which had eagerly filled his hungry hole the night before. He places the phone back and carefully slips under the covers.

The man’s morning erection is already hard, pressing against his toned lower abdomen. Seong-hyeon gazes at it admiringly—a thick, long, and rigid cock that he loves dearly, even after countless encounters. Naturally, his mouth waters.

He inches closer to the man’s crotch, gently rubbing his face against the strong, musky scent. With each deep breath, the intense aroma makes him dizzy with desire. His heart races, and his mouth opens instinctively.

Drool escapes his lips, dripping onto the cock. As he kisses the bulging veins, dried semen flakes off his hair, remnants of their passionate night. The man must have used Seong-hyeon’s face and body like a towel after coming inside him repeatedly until dawn.

I’m so happy.

Being used as a mere sex toy by his dear brings him immense joy. His indecent back hole twitches, recalling the blissful sex from the early morning. Startled by the semen leaking from his hole, Seong-hyeon quickly tightens his muscles. He must not let any of the precious cum escape, whether from his mouth or his ass.

“Hnng….”

Struggling to keep his hole clenched, Seong-hyeon opens his mouth to exhale. His hot breath makes the cock twitch, lightly slapping his cheek as if scolding him for his tardiness. Eagerly, he opens his mouth wide.

He takes the thick glans between his lips, wrapping his hand around the shaft that even a grown man’s hand can’t fully grasp. He sucks loudly on the massive head while gently stroking the heated length. The rigid cock soon fills his small mouth, thrusting eagerly. He expertly relaxes and tightens his throat, taking it deeper.

Each time the tip brushes against his throat, Seong-hyeon’s round ass quivers. With a dazed expression, he greedily sucks the cock, as if it’s the only thing he’s ever tasted. Pushing his limits, he opens his throat wider to take it all in, his body trembling with effort and pleasure.

The thick bush above brushes against his nose. As he tightens his throat around the cock, the masculine scent fills his nostrils and mind.

The man’s cock, his dick. Nothing else matters.

The heat radiating from it, the rock-hard firmness, the size that’s too much for both hands, the intimidating shape—it’s all he can focus on. With eyes closed, he savors it, moving his head as his hands explore the base. Suddenly, a large hand covers his.

“Seong-hyeon.”

The man’s deep, slightly raspy voice is incredibly sexy. Feeling a shiver in his lower abdomen, Seong-hyeon looks up, the glans still in his mouth.

“What are you doing, Seong-hyeon?”

“Uh, umm…. Ahhh….”

The man chuckles at Seong-hyeon’s mumbled response.

“Do you want cum for breakfast too? Even after having so much last night?”

Seong-hyeon shakes his head, feeling misunderstood. Of course, he loves his dear’s cum, but that’s not why he’s doing this. He wanted to give him a massage after a long night. With the cock still in his mouth, he looks up at the man, who laughs again.

“Greedy Yoon Seong-hyeon.”

The man presses a long finger firmly against Seong-hyeon’s forehead, not roughly, but with an authority that can’t be defied. Seong-hyeon’s head tilts back, the cock slipping out of his mouth.

“Ugh….”

Like a child who had his favorite toy taken away, Seong-hyeon looks up at the man again, feeling sorrowful.

“I was trying to give you a massage because you worked so hard….”

“A massage? Oh, you wanted to massage my cock?”

“Yes.”

Seong-hyeon believed it was his duty to massage his dear’s cock every morning to relieve his fatigue.

“I need to help you relax, dear.”

He lowers his head again, kissing the tip of the cock where clear pre-cum glistens. His red lips shine enticingly with the fluid.

“Please let me massage you, dear.”

The man looks down at Seong-hyeon, who rubs his soft cheek against the cock. He reaches out his hand.

“Seeing your pussy makes all my fatigue disappear.”

The large hand gently ruffles Seong-hyeon’s messy hair, like a lover’s tender touch.

“Spread your pussy with both hands and show me. Don’t turn around.”

The man’s voice, still low and commanding, reminds Seong-hyeon of their lovemaking. Blushing, he nods. Doing what his dear wants is only natural. As the man kicks the sticky, cum-soaked sheets off the bed with his long legs, Seong-hyeon spreads his legs wide on the mattress.

He lifts his hips as high as he can, presenting his ass to the man. The unstable position causes his body to lean back halfway. His abdomen tightens automatically, highlighting his toned muscles as he struggles to maintain the pose.

His legs float in the air, fully exposed and vulnerable. With both hands, Seong-hyeon spreads his cheeks, revealing his hole.

“Dear, please… look at my pussy.”

The man’s intense gaze fixes on the hole, making it twitch and clench with anticipation. A deep blush spreads across Seong-hyeon’s cheeks, a mix of lingering shame and familiar pleasure overwhelming his senses.

His body, well-trained by the man, melts under the scrutiny.

“Our Seong-hyeon’s ass is already feeling empty, isn’t it?”

Seong-hyeon can’t be angry at the teasing tone. His dear is right; his hole feels empty. The urge to insert a finger and stir inside is strong, but he resists. He must not insert anything, not even a toy, without the man’s permission.

“Then, shall we massage with your ass instead of your mouth, Seong-hyeon?”

As always, the man reads Seong-hyeon’s mind perfectly. Seong-hyeon’s face lights up with a broad smile.

“Can I really, dear?”

Instead of a verbal response, the man nods slightly. Knowing what this means, Seong-hyeon quickly positions himself on all fours and climbs onto the man’s body.

Looking down at the man’s face, Seong-hyeon is filled with adoration. Their lips meet naturally, breaths and heat intertwining. Throughout the kiss, Seong-hyeon grinds his ass against the man’s cock, coating it with the slick fluids from his eager hole.

“Ah, ah, mmm.”

After a long, passionate kiss, the man reminds Seong-hyeon of his manners.

“Seong-hyeon, you must greet me properly.”

Ah, greetings are very important.

“Thank you for allowing me to massage you with my pussy, dear.”

The man nods once in approval. Permission granted. With a joyful expression, Seong-hyeon slowly lowers his hips. His wet hole eagerly swallows the thick, glistening cock.

“Ah!”

Even though his hole has been stretched many times, Seong-hyeon still trembles and convulses as he takes the massive cock.

“Ah, ah, ohh….”

Moaning, Seong-hyeon struggles to keep his body upright, bracing himself against the man’s firm abdomen. He lifts his hips and drops them down, feeling the rigid cock slide against his heated walls.

With each movement, uncontrollable words of pleasure escape his lips.

“Ah, dear, oh, yes, your cock, feels so good, ah!”

With each wave of pleasure, Seong-hyeon’s mouth, trained to praise his dear’s cock, effortlessly utters lewd words.

Yes, dear, your cock, deeper inside. Until I break. Molded to the shape of your cock. Yes, fuck me harder, inside, ah, massage, no, fucking, me, you.

The jumbled words die in his consciousness, never fully forming sounds.

How?

How can this feel so good?

It’s as if someone has scrambled his mind, convincing him that this is the most joyful, happy, and ecstatic act in the world. And it feels that good. And yet…

“I’m… scared…”

His trembling voice makes his body flinch. Scared? Of what? Confused by his own words, Seong-hyeon blinks slowly. What is there to be afraid of? He’s just massaging his dear’s cock with his ass.

“It’s okay, Seong-hyeon.”

The man, watching Seong-hyeon intently, grips his motionless hips firmly with both hands.

“Remember what I said.”

His voice is infinitely gentle and soft, like melting chocolate or marshmallows, filled with affection.

“You beat up a classmate until you broke his leg and nearly blinded him.”

As the man lifts Seong-hyeon’s body, the veins on his muscular arms bulge. The glistening skin, slick with sweat, ripples like an angry snake.

“You were the asshole who dumped leftovers onto someone’s tray and told them to eat it.”

The man’s eyes darken as he recalls the old Seong-hyeon, deep and unfathomable like the abyss.

“But I think you’re so cute.”

After briefly caressing Seong-hyeon’s slim waist, he suddenly releases his grip.

“Ah, aah!”

“We agreed to be a couple, remember?”

“Ye-, yes! Ah, ah!”

Seong-hyeon’s body shudders as the cock plunges deep inside him. His half-erect dick drips clear fluid onto the man’s abdomen, leaving dark stains on the sheets.

“Ah, ah… haah….”

With each tremble, Seong-hyeon’s hole clenches and releases around the man’s cock. Enjoying the sensation, the man roughly kneads Seong-hyeon’s ass.

“So, I became your dear to take care of you, since you get so excited just seeing a man’s cock. Right?”

“Ye-, yes, ah…”

With tears welling up in his eyes, Seong-hyeon nods, not fully understanding the man’s question. The man’s laughter brushes against his ear as his hands firmly grip and massage Seong-hyeon’s buttocks, making his hips sway gently.

Crying out in pleasure, Seong-hyeon begins to move again for the man.

***

9:24 AM.

“Seong-hyeon, what do you want for dinner tonight?”

Perhaps the man’s attempt to train, or rather, educate Seong-hyeon to be aroused only by him had failed.

“Hmm, ah, ah, yes.”

Seong-hyeon greedily sucks the cock, making loud, wet sounds, his naked body swaying. A dildo is inserted in his hole, already filled with cum from earlier that morning. His eyes glaze over with pleasure as the dildo brushes against sensitive spots with each movement. Anyone seeing him like this would be aroused.

How can someone be so lewd?

Even though the man adores him, Seong-hyeon’s body is excessively provocative. It seems inevitable that he would eventually crave any man’s cock, spreading his legs willingly.

“Should I make bulgogi? Or would you prefer jjimdak?”

Seong-hyeon, focused on pleasuring the man, doesn’t respond. The man briefly considers filling his ass and mouth with cum all day but quickly dismisses the thought. He runs his hands over Seong-hyeon’s sweaty skin and sighs softly.

“Ah….”

He feels his cock twitch inside the tight, hot passage. Despite having already filled Seong-hyeon with cum countless times, more seems ready to burst forth.

But this is not surprising.

Seong-hyeon knows exactly how to extract every last drop of cum from the man. Sensing the impending climax, the man grips Seong-hyeon’s soft hair and moves his head faster. The wet, sloppy sounds fill the air.

“Mmm….”

Seong-hyeon looks up, his tongue delicately collecting the white cum. The sight of the red, engorged cock dripping with semen is mesmerizing. He remembers well what to do to arouse the man.

Clever Seong-hyeon never forgets what he’s been taught.

“Swallow.”

With permission granted, Seong-hyeon finally gulps down the cum, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. The expression he wears now, after swallowing the man’s semen, is utterly different from the Seong-hyeon of the past.

Even those who know Yoon Seong-hyeon would struggle to recognize him now. But it’s inevitable. The current Seong-hyeon spreads his legs and receives semen, fawning over his man with his entire body, as if it’s the most natural thing. A satisfied smile spreads across the man’s face.

“Dear….”

As the youngest in his family, Seong-hyeon is used to being pampered. Even now, he presses his lips to the man’s cock and rubs his cheek against it, seeking affection.

“Yes, Seong-hyeon.”

To maintain what he has cultivated, the man knows he must indulge Seong-hyeon’s affectionate behavior to some extent. He gently strokes Seong-hyeon’s damp hair, and Seong-hyeon slowly blinks his eyes.

One, two, three.

With each blink, the light in his dark pupils fades. The man senses that this is not a good sign. The intervals at which the suggestions wear off are becoming shorter, which is concerning. But perhaps it’s time, a chance to become more complete.

“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”

“Yes, dear.”

Well-trained, Seong-hyeon immediately lifts his head to meet the man’s gaze. The man scoops up the semen trickling down Seong-hyeon’s chin and feeds it to him, watching as he eagerly consumes it.

“Shall we go shopping today?”

Like any couple on a day off.

“Yes.”

Seong-hyeon, delighted by the man’s affection, shyly lowers his long eyelashes and smiles.

“Wear something nice.”

The man lightly teases Seong-hyeon’s crotch with his toe, and the pink lace panties quickly become damp.

“Mmm…”

Seong-hyeon moans softly, tilting his head back and trembling. His bright red lips part slightly, revealing a glimpse of his tongue before it retreats. The man flicks Seong-hyeon’s reddened nose, amused by his flushed appearance. Still captivated by pleasure, Seong-hyeon’s eyes remain fixed on the man. With a nod, the man dismisses him.

“Go on. Leave your cum-stained panties behind.”

Unable to refuse, Seong-hyeon stands to follow the man’s orders. His naked body, glistening with sweat, shimmers like smooth marble. His unsteady gait reveals bite marks and bruises trailing down his back and buttocks—evidence of their passionate encounters. The man’s gaze lingers on Seong-hyeon’s swaying hips as he picks up his phone, ready to prepare for a more perfect honeymoon life.