Love Born of Pity Chapter 28

“Cough, cough! Hng, gah… hah…”

Kwon Jiho collapsed flat on the floor, trembling pitifully. But soon, he propped himself up and pressed his lips to the slick, glistening member. Do Yeonjae’s eyes gleamed as he gazed at the drenched, flushed face, as if savoring the sight.

“Hold it properly. Can’t do it?”

At the gentle question, Kwon Jiho shook his head. His torn lips parted. The pale face biting the dark, engorged member looked pitiable. Trying to take it deep from the start, the member jabbed his throat, and unable to bear the gagging, Kwon Jiho spat it out again.

“Don’t you think Mr. Kwon Jiho should do pretty things as much as I find him pretty?”

Do Yeonjae stroked his cheek, wiping the saliva smeared around his mouth with a finger. Kwon Jiho leaned into the touch as if clinging to it.

“If you help me a little…”

His voice was already hoarse from the throat-prodding. Do Yeonjae, as if he had no choice, gripped the member that had risen to his lower abdomen and slowly stroked it.

“Are we just going to watch the night sea like this?”

Do Yeonjae placed the tip between Kwon Jiho’s parted lips, layering his hand over Kwon Jiho’s small one. He made him grip the veiny, throbbing member and moved it up and down at a rapid pace from the start. The rough motion forced Kwon Jiho’s mouth to open wider. At times, the tip brushed his front teeth, plunging into his mouth.

“Look at me.”

Kwon Jiho’s trembling eyes lifted toward Do Yeonjae. Meeting his relentless gaze in the air, as if trained, Kwon Jiho stuck out his tongue on the swollen member, ready to burst.

“Ha, fuck.”

The moment the red tongue touched the tip, he climaxed. Milky fluid drenched the fair face, instantly turning the innocent expression lewd and vulgar. Semen shot onto his eyelids, forcing his eyes shut.

Do Yeonjae gathered the fluid smeared across Kwon Jiho’s nose, cheeks, and upper lip, feeding it to him. Frowning, Kwon Jiho swallowed with a gulp, sucking on the fingers lingering in his mouth as an afterthought.

His trembling eyelids slowly lifted, revealing pale eyes. After sucking every last drop from the tip, he reached out, as if expecting Do Yeonjae to hold him without needing to ask.

Grabbing the outstretched hand, Do Yeonjae pulled him up and lifted him into his arms. The light body settled into a familiar position in his embrace. Kwon Jiho rested his cheek on Do Yeonjae’s shoulder, cooling his flushed face. Licking the bitter, musky taste in his mouth, he blinked, and before he knew it, he was laid on the bed.

Do Yeonjae effortlessly stripped Kwon Jiho bare. Leaving the clumsy hands fumbling with his shirt buttons, he removed the pants entirely, exposing a smooth, bare groin. Kwon Jiho’s body was hairless except for his hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Do Yeonjae sometimes found it curious—how not a single strand grew where it might be expected.

His long, thick fingers traced the numerous marks left on the skin. Do Yeonjae, eyes fixed on the pinkening, hardening member, shed his shirt. Kwon Jiho’s face flushed as he stole glances at Do Yeonjae’s body, pretending not to.

“What?”

The pants slid off completely. Naturally overlapping their bodies, Do Yeonjae slipped his tongue between Kwon Jiho’s parted lips, licking inside. The saliva stung the torn corner of his mouth. Kwon Jiho’s brows furrowed faintly before his limp arms moved to wrap around Do Yeonjae’s back.

The kiss deepened. The tongue, tracing each even tooth, reached the innermost molar, rubbing it before retreating. Do Yeonjae sucked the swollen lips hard, then released them with a refined smile, grazing his teeth along Kwon Jiho’s neck.

“Ah…!”

He bit the tender flesh as if devouring it, sucking it in. When Kwon Jiho flinched, trembling, Do Yeonjae’s mouth grew more insistent. Ignoring the pleading voice whimpering, “It hurts, wait,” he focused on biting harder.

Only when the metallic taste hit his tongue did he pull back. The skin, marked with vivid teeth imprints, beaded with blood. Licking the spot, Do Yeonjae slid his lips to the chest, teasing the erect nipples with his tongue, though he hadn’t even sucked them yet.

“Hng, hah…!”

“You said it hurts, but they’re standing so well. Did you think I’d suck them?”

“No, hng… no…”

“Sure. Stick your chest out. I’ll suck them.”

Slipping an arm under Kwon Jiho’s back, Do Yeonjae effortlessly lifted his torso and opened his mouth wide. The moment he engulfed the chest and sucked hard, a fragile cry burst out.

His thick tongue lapped from the areola to the nipple without missing a spot. Biting the pea-sized, swollen nipple with his teeth and sucking as if milking, Kwon Jiho sobbed, rubbing the back of his head against the sheets.

“Stop, hng, I don’t want…!”

Despite his protests, Kwon Jiho’s member stood rigid, leaking clear fluid. His thighs, once slack, clenched tight. Do Yeonjae’s hand groped the nightstand, pulling out lube. With an almost regal face, he detached his mouth from the chest with a crude pop.

The once-pale chest was now swollen and red. The normally faint pink nipples were as vivid as crushed rose petals. Sucked relentlessly, the flat flesh had puffed up, tempting him to salivate again.

Kwon Jiho, sniffling, covered his chest with his arms as Do Yeonjae lowered himself. At the small, “Don’t,” Do Yeonjae raised one eyebrow crookedly.

“What?”

“…It hurts. It’s sore.”

“Sore, and you got this hard? A bit more sucking, and you’d have come.”

Do Yeonjae teased, flicking the member risen to Kwon Jiho’s navel with his finger. Kwon Jiho turned his head, tears welling in his large eyes.

“Do pretty things, Mr. Kwon Jiho.”

“…Hng, hmph.”

“Not clamping your mouth shut like a clam.”

The trembling hands covering his chest relaxed. Blinking rapidly as if shaking off shame, Kwon Jiho turned to meet Do Yeonjae’s eyes. Following the command to “do pretty things,” he barely opened his mouth. A raspy sound escaped his throat, abused by the brutal member.

“Director… suck, hng, suck me.”

“Where? You need to be clear so the Director knows.”

The harmlessly smiling face softened as it watched Kwon Jiho’s contorted expression.

“…My chest. Here, too.”

“Shall I make it pretty, too?”

“Yes, yes…”

Watching him blush and sob while offering his chest, Do Yeonjae wanted to pry open his unyielding lower half and thrust in like a rapist. Suppressing the irrational urge, he sighed.

Warm breath spread over the flat chest. Goosebumps dotted the skin up close. Parted lips engulfed the pale pink nipple, sucking the soft flesh in.

Kwon Jiho grabbed Do Yeonjae’s shoulders, then quickly covered his own mouth. A sharp pain and threadlike pleasure radiated from his chest.

“Eut…!”

Slurp, smack, suck. Crude wet sounds, unfit for those refined lips, leaked out. The back buried in the bedding kept arching upward. The stifled moans, bitten back by gnawing on long, straight fingers, only fueled Do Yeonjae’s arousal—something Kwon Jiho alone didn’t know.

Sucking the swollen flesh hard, Do Yeonjae rubbed the erect nipple with his tongue. Each time, the gracefully curved waist trembled. He bit the rigid flesh with his teeth, then sucked it gently with capricious tenderness.

Kwon Jiho’s member leaked fluid profusely. Despite his tearful protests, it was honest and vulgar. When Do Yeonjae’s hand wrapped around the shapely member and stroked quickly, Kwon Jiho twisted his hips.

“Ahh…! Director, hng, don’t, please…!”

Despite the desperate pleas, Do Yeonjae didn’t stop. Neither the lips on his chest nor the hand stimulating his member. The hand hovering in the air reached to push Do Yeonjae’s face away but fell back.

The sobs mixed with moans grew louder. His thighs clenched and parted weakly, repeating. Feeling the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, Kwon Jiho’s eyes widened as he opened his mouth.

“I’m, I’m gonna come. Hng, wait… Director, I…!”

The moment he reached down to grab Do Yeonjae’s arm, a thumb harshly stimulated the tip. A lightning-like pleasure surged through his body. The prickling sensation darkened his vision instantly.

Spurt, spurt, milky semen soaked his fair lower abdomen. A musky scent faintly spread.