SANN | Chapter 9.5

With one arm around Gureum’s waist, Sieon began to eat gracefully. His eating habits, even to the untrained eye of Gureum, seemed refined. He didn’t overeat or indulge excessively. Sometimes he appeared to have little appetite at all, and he used his utensils without any noise—an elegant sight.

Mesmerized, Gureum watched Sieon eat. When their eyes met, Sieon chuckled, seeing Gureum’s dazed expression. Putting down his utensils, Sieon playfully rubbed his face against Gureum’s chest.

“Our baby is totally smitten with hyung.”

“Ah! I was staring too obviously…”

“Yes. And hyung likes that.”

Sieon kissed Gureum’s lips and laughed again. Seeing Gureum’s bare legs, Sieon’s mood seemed to shift slightly, his expression turning mischievous.

“But we’re a bit short on side dishes.”

“Should I make more? I can make simple things…”

“Yes. Gureum, make some. Stand up.”

“Okay!”

Excited to do something for Sieon, Gureum leapt up, but as he was about to head to the kitchen, Sieon abruptly pulled him back by the waist and yanked down his pants along with his underwear in one swift move. Startled, Gureum pulled his shirt down to cover himself.

“Hyung! Why my pants…”

“Shh, don’t cover up.”

Sieon pulled Gureum back onto his lap, his bare buttocks against Sieon’s thighs. Gureum’s exposed genitals were barely covered by his shirt, the pink head peeking out as Gureum awkwardly crossed his legs. Sieon, undeterred, gently kneaded Gureum’s thighs and buttocks.

“Gureum… Should we make a new house rule with hyung?”

“What kind of…”

“From now on, Gureum walks around the house without pants. Underwear too. Should hyung go completely naked? Whatever Gureum wants.”

“Yes, yes…?!”

Gureum’s eyes widened, not sure if Sieon was joking.

“You can wear hyung’s pajama top. But don’t wear anything below, okay? Promise.”

“Uh…”

Their pinkies hooked together, and before Gureum could respond, Sieon captured his thumb with his index finger, sealing the promise. Gureum’s mind went blank at the thought of having to walk around bare below from now on.

“Promised? Now hyung will finish his meal.”

“Th-that’s okay…”

Sieon resumed eating with a bright smile, occasionally teasing Gureum’s buttocks as if they were a side dish, before suddenly frowning and setting down his utensils.

“Why are these side dishes so bland?”

“Is it bland? It seemed fine to me… Maybe it’s because it’s been a while?”

Hearing ‘bland,’ Gureum tilted his head, puzzled. He had thought the meal was delicious, but perhaps it didn’t suit Sieon’s taste.

“Hmm. Maybe we need to add more seasoning.”

“I can help with that…”

“Would you?”

Sieon flashed a sly grin. Pretending to get up to grab the seasoning container, Sieon quickly seized Gureum’s waist. Gureum, who was also trying to rise, turned to Sieon with a puzzled look in his eyes.

“Whoa…!”

It happened in a flash. Gureum’s private part was abruptly grabbed. Startled, Gureum’s waist squirmed in Sieon’s embrace. Holding Gureum’s soft private tightly, Sieon’s other hand slowly slid between his buttocks. By the time Gureum sensed something was amiss, he could already feel the thick swell of Sieon’s genitals beneath his skin.

“Uh, ugh, umm…”

Sitting down, Sieon had taken in Gureum’s private to the very root, tears dripping down his face. His fingertips trembled. The connection had been too deep from the start.

Sieon pressed down on Gureum’s hips to keep him from pulling away, and lasciviously licked his way up his pale nape. It seemed like he had completely abandoned the meal to indulge in poor Gureum.

Tears like chicken droppings kept falling, but Sieon had no intention of comforting Gureum. Even as Gureum struggled, Sieon pushed his hips up even harder. With a slap, a mixed cry and moan burst through Gureum’s moist breaths.

“Ah, ugh…! Uh, ah…!”

Sieon’s gaze softened as he chewed on Gureum’s neck, recalling Gureum’s expression before the meal. He seemed lost in unnecessary thoughts again, with no intention of voicing them, which irked him.

Communication. Nothing was better for correcting misunderstandings that foster distrust early. Yet, it seemed Gureum had no intention of talking to him. He understood; human nature isn’t easy to change. Although he could have initiated, Sieon chose to observe Gureum a bit longer.

He twisted his hips while deeply thrusting. As Sieon’s private moved circularly inside, pressing various spots, Gureum’s hole clenched tightly in surprise.

“Ugh…! Ugh, ah…! Uh…”

“Right.”

“Th-the meal, aren’t you going to eat… ah…!”

“I am eating right now, Gureum.”

Sieon cheekily replied. Gureum cautiously looked down, squeezing his eyes shut at the bizarre sight. The stretched hole and the bulging of his own belly skin frightened him more.

Despite the heavy, filled sensation, Gureum sobbed, trying to relax his tense body. His buttocks softened against Sieon’s thighs. Sieon tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Our Gureum… You’re getting quite good at doing it with hyung.”

“Yes, yes…? Uh, um…”

Gureum had grown accustomed to Sieon’s ways. Now, he didn’t need verbal reminders to surrender. The sight of him entrusting his body to Sieon, suppressing his instinct to flee, was always stimulating.

“Baby. It must be hard because of the position, uh, taking it all in.”

“Ah… I’m fine, ah…”

Sieon shook his hips again. The tear that had pooled at Gureum’s jaw fell onto Sieon’s pale thigh.

“Today, I’ll let you touch yourself.”

“Uh, yes…? Uh…”

“Means masturbate. While squirming on hyung’s junk.”

Sieon took Gureum’s hand and guided it towards his pale private. Gureum, clueless about how to masturbate properly, fumbled awkwardly with his fingers.

“Try it.”

Urged by Sieon, Gureum gingerly grasped his own private. Impressively, it was quite large, barely fitting in his palm.

“Uhmm… uh, uh…”

His stroking was awkward. Sieon clicked his tongue, watching the clumsy masturbation show. Somehow, the arousal was slower than when being roughly handled by Sieon.

“Baby… Are you trying to get me off like that? I welcome it though.”

“Uh, sorry… I don’t know how…”

Gureum’s hand shook pitifully as he held himself. Sieon deeply sighed and covered Gureum’s trembling hand with his own.

“It’s tough raising a baby. Even have to help with masturbating.”

“Uh, sorry… If hyung helps…”

Gureum wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, ashamed that he couldn’t even manage this properly. Sieon stifled a burgeoning chuckle, tightly grasping Gureum’s hand that was holding his private. Then, he vigorously stroked it.

“Ah…! Uh, um… Uh, uh…”

“Umm. Good boy…”

Sieon tightened his grip, covering Gureum’s private and hand together. Gureum’s head lolled back as it rested against Sieon’s shoulder. The pleasant shampoo scent wafted from the softly fluttering black hair. Sieon kissed Gureum’s pale neck where it rested against his shoulder.

With Sieon’s help, Gureum’s private stood erect. Sieon stuck out his red tongue and pursed his lips. How fortunate he was to have discovered this treasure first.

As Gureum’s hole tightened around Sieon’s engorged member, it chewed greedily. Though no more could fit, the tip of Sieon’s private kept burrowing deeper. Not thrusting but merely sitting, swallowing him whole made the sensation all the more vivid.

“Uh… Deeper, it’s going deeper, ah…”

“Shh, you’re doing well. It’s okay.”

Sieon soothed Gureum and increased the pace of his strokes. A small urethra sporadically squirted a milky fluid. It looked like he was about to climax. The tip of his private blushed a pretty pink.

Sure enough, Gureum soon called out desperately to Sieon.

“Ah…! Hyung, I’m coming, uh…”

“……”

“Uh, uh…? I’m coming… It shouldn’t splash…”

Worried about splashing the table with semen, Gureum frantically tapped Sieon’s thigh with his free hand. As Sieon still didn’t react, Gureum reached out to block it himself.

Sieon quickly caught both of Gureum’s hands and tied them behind his back. Then, he thrust wildly. The slap, slap of flesh was loud. Gureum’s buttocks continuously mashed against Sieon’s thighs.

“Ugh…! Uh, I’m really… ah, um…!”

Gureum was greatly startled by Sieon’s sudden move. Just watching the semen splash everywhere left his mind blank.

“Need to block it… Uh, uh…!”

“Haa… Adds flavor to the side dishes.”

“That’s… ah…! Uh, um, uh…”

Sieon buried his nose in Gureum’s neck, savoring the scent. Although they lived together and Gureum used the same products, somehow, the scent from this side turned him on more. Shit, he couldn’t hold back. Sieon finally bared his teeth.

“Uh… Baby, it might sting a bit.”

“Yes, yes…? Uh, ah…!”

The sharp fangs of Sieon sunk into the delicious-smelling neck. Unable to bear the electrifying sensation, Gureum’s private burst, shooting pale semen. Without a chance to block it, the semen scattered all over the table. Hot tears streamed down Gureum’s face as he blankly watched the scene.

“Uh, uh… The side dishes… what to do, uh…”

Gureum sobbed miserably, looking at his semen splattered all over the table. Sieon smirked mischievously, pinched Gureum’s cheek lightly, and shook it before picking up his chopsticks. Gureum, dazed, just watched Sieon’s actions blankly.

“…Hyung…?”

Sieon’s chopsticks unhesitatingly picked up the semen-covered side dish. Then, he boldly put it in his mouth while looking intently into Gureum’s eyes. Needless to say, it was delicious.

“If you eat that…!”

“Now it’s seasoned just right.”

Sieon flashed a proud smile. The overly satisfied expression left Gureum speechless and malfunctioning like a broken toy.

“I’ll keep using this often, okay, Gureum?”

Sieon resumed his interrupted meal. Thus, the late, and very filling, dinner came to an end.