SMS | Chapter 9.3

His wet eyes looking at me were heated. Dohoon slid his hand into Mino’s hair. The feel of his soft, dense hair was quite satisfying.

“Let’s stop the test here.”

“Ah, uh…”

At the grip on his hair, just painful enough to feel good, Mino let out a small moan. His mind was completely foggy. He couldn’t believe he was this excited just from that. How could it feel so good from just this?

“Mino, what are you going to do being so sensitive?”

“Please, do something…”

His breath hung heavy in the air. Already excited, Mino unconsciously rubbed his moist lower body against the floor. Seeing this, Dohoon’s expression turned fierce.

“What are you doing, so rudely?”

“Ah!”

Suddenly, Dohoon gripped his hair harder and just as Mino’s head lifted, a slap landed on his butt. The searing impact nearly made Mino come right there. His heart was beating way too fast; it felt like it might break.

“Good job. I would have been really angry if you had come.”

“Hah…”

“You’ve got the basics down. Who taught you? It’s infuriating.”

Dohoon whispered to Mino with a calm yet chilling voice. Then, he placed the hand that had hit Mino’s butt on his fly. He gripped his erection hard, tracing the urethra with a hand movement that seemed casually indifferent, as if touching an object, sending shivers down his spine.

“Seonsaeng-nim, I’m going to come—”

“It’s not official play, so I’ll let it slide this time. But you have to do the minimum.”

The hand that had been in his hair came down to his lips. Instinctively, Mino realized what Dohoon meant. He was supposed to help Dohoon come first using his mouth.

His body trembling with excitement, Mino turned to look at Dohoon, who was now stepping down from the bed. He watched his retreating back; Dohoon had removed his coat but was still in his neat outing clothes.

“I’ll come now, so lie down and open your mouth.”

“How am I supposed to—”

As if he was just taking care of a minor task, Dohoon slightly loosened his belt and unzipped his pants while nodding his head. Mino, not knowing what to do, just fumbled with his mouth until a large hand grabbed his shoulder and helped him lie horizontally on the bed. Looking at the hotel room ceiling, lying sideways on the bed and twitching his toes, his face was caught.

“You need to come up higher.”

A scene he had seen in a video once flashed through his mind. It was the sight of a submissive offering their mouth to a dom, lying down with their eyes closed, just opening their mouth and taking in the vigorously thrusting penis. Could he do it? He had experience deeply swallowing dildos, but it seemed a whole different dimension to take a living person’s like this.

Mino quietly closed his eyes and opened his mouth, waiting for Dohoon to push into him, similar to when he would ask for a kiss. Even the touch of the sheets on his bare back and buttocks felt tantalizing.

“It’s not official play, but the safe word still applies, so keep that in mind.”

Dohoon inserted his finger between Mino’s parted lips, pressing down his soft tongue, and whispered. Yes, the response was slightly muffled but cute nonetheless. He rubbed Mino’s trembling eyelids with his saliva-coated fingers, causing Mino’s lips to part even wider. Dohoon poked Mino’s soft lower lips with his erect penis, coating them with pre-cum, making them look like they were glossed with lip gloss.

“Don’t stand up.”

That was all he said. Then he thrust his penis deep into Mino’s mouth.

“……!”

Mino’s eyes widened as the large penis pierced his throat. Dohoon, who was usually tender during lovemaking, was completely different now in play. All Mino could see were Dohoon’s pants. It felt less like sharing emotions and more like satisfying a need, which doubled the rawness.

“You swallow well. You notice it’s sticking out a bit here?”

Dohoon’s voice was a mix of laughter and arousal, too sweet. Moreover, his fingertips brushing nearly to his collarbone dazzled his mind. It meant Dohoon’s penis had reached that far.

“Next time I push in, I need to squeeze your throat. Then it’ll be over.”

“Khuh…!”

The feel of pubic hair on his chin was obscene. The mouth, stimulated to the extreme, was overflowing with saliva, and the faint scent of a man mixed with artificial fragrance faintly moistened his nostrils.

The sight of Mino’s legs trembling wildly caught Dohoon’s eye, and he smiled satisfyingly as he began to thrust harshly, gripping Mino’s nape. With each hard push, the pretty, erect penis looked cute.

“Uh, huh…”

Despite the difficulty and pain, the sight of Mino excitedly enduring pleased Dohoon. He enjoyed how the slick, hot hole squeezed his penis, but Mino’s submissive attitude, almost indistinguishable from abuse, made him all the more adorable. It was incredible how Mino had kept this hidden until now.

‘He’s quite enduring.’

A desire surged within him, but it was hard to decide when to end it, not knowing how experienced Mino was. Thoroughly ruining a sub as much as they wanted was a virtue of a dom. However, being too harsh on a less experienced partner wasn’t good.

Honestly, he didn’t want to establish a D/s relationship with someone who couldn’t endure this much, but the other party was none other than Mino. So, if Mino was having a hard time, Dohoon was willing to progress slowly. But what if Mino had met quite a few doms, and this level didn’t faze him? He might even be the one getting dumped then.

Dohoon slowly pulled out his penis, leaving shallow scratches with his nails on Mino’s nape.

“Krup, huck, huh…”

As soon as the penis was removed, Mino turned his head, coughing harshly and spitting out saliva. Realizing Dohoon’s still unsatisfied penis was above his face, Mino rubbed his cheek against the flesh.

“Uh, huck, seonsaeng-nim…”

With no word from Dohoon, Mino desperately called him. There was no trace of fear or disgust in his tear-mixed voice. Dohoon immediately rubbed Mino’s lips with the tip of his penis as he hesitated. The trembling lips willingly opened and aided the entry below them. His throat accepted the penis more easily than before, undulating and even showing off the leisure to suck on the shaft.

‘This is easy then.’

Nothing could be better than a skilled sub, but a stubborn part of Dohoon’s heart stood up. He chose not to be lenient.

Much more roughly than before, he used Mino’s mouth and throat like tools. He ravaged the small tongue, mouth, and narrow throat with his thrusts. Amid the relentless pounding, Mino’s face was a mess of tears, snot, and saliva. Though he grasped Dohoon’s thighs with his hands gripping the sheets, he didn’t use the safe word. He was nearly delirious with ecstasy.

It was painfully unbearable to breathe. But the pleasure from another person’s actions was a different dimension from what he did alone with a dildo. Mino was excited from head to toe due to the violent acts done by Dohoon. It was enough to come just from having his throat fucked.

As he came, Mino’s body trembled as if convulsing. That brought direct pleasure to Dohoon as well.

“…Ha, ugh. It’s ridiculous.”

With an annoyed grunt, the penis plundering his throat was swiftly withdrawn. This time, Mino didn’t turn his head. He opened his mouth, holding back the bursting cough, and Dohoon rewarded him by coming in his mouth. The sticky, thick fluid was sprayed inside, and Mino swallowed it with a cough. The pleasure of coming was great, but the attitude and actions of Dohoon treating him roughly lingered more significantly.

“Haah, ha…”

His pretty, flushed face was speckled with white come. Dohoon twisted a smile as he admired it.

“You came, but you endured well.”

“Th-thank you… ugh, cough, cough…”

“You swallowed well, and were quiet. I’ll overlook today’s coming. It wasn’t official play, after all.”

He didn’t need to overlook it. The hand patting his chest was tender. The fierce eyes and rough gestures were gone, replaced by his usual polite demeanor. Mino, regretfully, wiped his lips with his hand and blinked. Dohoon grabbed Mino’s wrist and pressed it against his neck.

“Feel this slight indent here.”

Mino focused his fingertips. Indeed, there was a shallowly indented mark somewhere on his nape, just as Dohoon had said.

“I went in this deep.”

“…Uh.”

Dohoon’s deep, husky whisper was terrifyingly sexy. Mino gazed up at him with wet eyes, whimpering softly.

“You’re used to deep-throating.”

“Ah, well… yes…”

No one had done it for him, but he had tried it a lot on his own. It wasn’t unfamiliar. Did he do it well? But he had never gone this deep by himself. Dohoon sighed and rolled his eyes at Mino, who was lying down with a wet face, and wiped

him down with a towel.

“The edge of your mouth is torn. It’s too small.”

“Should I stretch it?”

“How would you do that? Don’t even think about plastic surgery.”

“Yes…”

Seeing Dohoon cover him with a blanket, it seemed like the play was over. But Mino’s penis twitched foolishly. Dohoon, having tidied his underwear and pants, took a place beside Mino and lay down obliquely.

“Seonsaeng-nim?”

“What.”

“Is this the end?”

“Why, was it too bland?”

Dohoon’s snort showed he was somewhat displeased.

“No, not that—”

Mino quickly denied it, but—

“We were supposed to start from Friday evening, weren’t we? Are you planning to be absent tomorrow?”

“Well, that, but—”

“You didn’t even do your homework properly. Do you even know what time it is?”

Dohoon’s rebuttal was too valid to argue against. It looked like this was it for today, so Mino reluctantly snuggled into Dohoon’s body. Comfortably nestled in his warm, solid, and broad embrace, Mino unconsciously let out a satisfied sigh, which slightly softened Dohoon’s mood.

“Like a satiated cat.”

“…Ah, Chaesu. How is Chaesu doing?”

The word ‘cat’ naturally brought Chaesu to mind. And drowsiness increasingly crept up on him.

“He’s doing well. Waiting. Wondering when you’ll take him home.”

“Ah, I need to bring him soon…”

The drowsiness was like a tidal wave. Mino nodded off intermittently, feeling Dohoon’s voice fade into the distance.

“…are you?”

“Yes…? Yes…”

Whatever was asked, he answered thoughtlessly, unaware of the consequences. And then everything went dark, and all thoughts evaporated. He had fallen asleep.

“…Mino.”

Even in his half-sleep, he nodded his head. Since his name was called, he would have answered yes. Had his name ever sounded so pleasant? Like a lullaby. The low, deep voice called his name a few more times.

“It’s time to get up.”

The touch of fingers rummaging through his hair was added. The low, soft voice a little closer now announced the morning. Still drowsy, it felt like he was dreaming. Mino buried his face in the pillowcase and murmured.

“Yes, just a bit longer…”

“It’s fine by me, but you have to go to work, right? Can you take a day off on such short notice?”

The thing that woke Mino was the word ‘work,’ a shackle for any working person. His pleasantly closed eyelids shot open at once. A day off was not possible. There was no excuse for sick leave. Mino clenched the sheets as he moved his dry lips.

“Ugh, what time is it…?”

As he tried to get up, the stiff and heavy blanket pressed down on his whole body. Ah, I slept at the hotel yesterday. Even seeing that Dohoon was the one waking him, his head was so foggy that his thought processes didn’t work properly.