Love Born of Pity Chapter 5

Do Yeonjae reached out to Kwon Jiho, roughly pulling him closer after he’d distanced himself.

“Then you better do it right.”

“…”

“I don’t want to make Kwon Jiho cry by raping him.”

Kwon Jiho’s trembling hands, pitiful to the point of helplessness, began undressing Do Yeonjae. As his small hands fumbled, Kwon Jiho’s shirt came off.

Did Kwon Jiho even realize that Do Yeonjae only bought him expensive, hard-to-find clothes that were as easy to take off as they were to put on? Unlike Do Yeonjae, who had only unbuttoned a few shirt buttons, Kwon Jiho was already completely stripped down to his underwear.

Kissing him, Do Yeonjae smoothly moved his feet, and Kwon Jiho, while being pushed back slightly, dutifully unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. After the shirt opened, his hands went lower. The fingers, with their quick from biting their nails, lingered over the belt buckle. After struggling for a while, seemingly unable to undo it, the fingers retreated.

“What’s wrong?”

“…It’s… not working…”

His voice was subdued, as if expecting another harsh word. Even in this moment, his fingertips, unusually red, were clumsy. As if charmed by this very clumsiness, Do Yeonjae took over and undid the belt himself. With a few clicks, the buckle came loose.

Do Yeonjae took Kwon Jiho’s hand and placed it on his swollen crotch. Kwon Jiho’s thin shoulders jumped in surprise. His upturned face was full of lust. Especially his full, swollen lips, and the rims of his eyes, reddened even though he wasn’t crying.

“Suck it.”

At the low, growled command, Kwon Jiho hesitated for a moment before lowering himself. Do Yeonjae brushed aside the silk-soft hair, revealing the entirety of his clean face.

Large eyes, light-colored irises, and thick, sometimes heavy-looking eyelashes fanned out. They fluttered delicately, like a butterfly’s wings, whenever he blinked or trembled with tension.

Do Yeonjae’s hand grazed Kwon Jiho’s earlobe before moving to his small face. It trailed down past his eyes and nose, stopping at his perfectly shaped lips. His finger pressed against the small, even when wide open, mouth. 

“Ah—” he opened Kwon Jiho’s mouth and inserted his finger, stroking the inside. As he’d been taught, Kwon Jiho sucked on the finger.

The sticky foreplay, a prelude to oral sex, was reduced to something more ticklish than sucking on a candy. 

Chup, chup, chut— 

Pleased by the sight of Kwon Jiho sucking diligently with his eyes closed, Do Yeonjae pushed his finger a little deeper into his throat before pulling it out.

That small action was enough to bring tears to Kwon Jiho’s eyes. Moisture beaded like jewels between his lashes. His exposed body trembled, as if fearing what was about to be shoved into his mouth. It was an act Do Yeonjae demanded every time they had sex, even when they stopped at foreplay without penetration.

He persisted, even though there was little sign of improvement. He simply enjoyed watching Kwon Jiho clumsily trying to take his cock in his mouth.

Kneeling a step away from the bed, Kwon Jiho pulled down Do Yeonjae’s pants and underwear. A dark red cock sprang out, hard and menacing. With a nod, the thick shaft bumped against the bridge of Kwon Jiho’s nose.

“…Ah.”

The delicate skin around his eyes crinkled slightly. The white fingers that had been stroking the bridge of his nose now wrapped around the weapon-like cock, starting from the base. He fumbled with it for a moment before putting the head in his mouth. His soft tongue gently licked the slit at the blunt tip. The ticklish sensation made Do Yeonjae moan softly.

The pre-cum that had started to leak filled Kwon Jiho’s mouth with a salty taste. As he probed the urethra with the tip of his tongue, Do Yeonjae’s hand tightened in his soft hair. His hand, cupping the back of Kwon Jiho’s head, began to pull, forcing his mouth further onto his groin.

The wet sucking sounds were replaced by a muffled gasp. Even as he watched Kwon Jiho’s thin back shudder, Do Yeonjae didn’t pull away. He shoved his cock deeper into his mouth before slowly releasing the grip on his hair.

“Cough, cough…! Huu, haa…”

Sticky saliva he hadn’t been able to swallow dribbled from his wet lips. He caught his breath, his face flushed, and then opened his mouth again to swallow the head. The action repeated. Every time Do Yeonjae thrust his hips, Kwon Jiho’s light body was pushed back.

As if prompting him to open wider, Do Yeonjae pulled down his sharp chin and thrust his shaft into the small opening. Saliva and pre-cum mixed and dribbled down the corners of Kwon Jiho’s mouth. Despite his choked breaths, the movement of his tongue, trying to find purchase, was almost endearing.

Kwon Jiho’s hands, gripping Do Yeonjae’s firm thighs, trembled. He tried to relax his jaw to avoid biting down, but the thick shaft scraped against his canines, tearing the thin skin. Tears streamed down the corners of his eyes.

“I told you not to bite.”

“Hng, kgh… gasp, chup, tsst—”

He nodded and started moving his head back and forth again. All he wanted was for Do Yeonjae to cum in his mouth quickly. Kwon Jiho, trembling, moved the hand that had been clinging to Do Yeonjae’s thigh to his cock. Watching the clumsy, off-beat strokes, Do Yeonjae, who had been about to cum, reconsidered, amused by the sight.

“Kwon Jiho.”

“…Hng, slurp… chup.”

Do Yeonjae cupped Kwon Jiho’s flushed cheeks and ear and pulled his face away. He wanted to ravage his throat, but restrained himself, knowing that if he indulged his impulses, Kwon Jiho wouldn’t be able to speak or eat properly for days.

Kwon Jiho, oblivious to Do Yeonjae’s thoughts, finally lifted his head. His upturned eyes were wet. Do Yeonjae rubbed his thumb across his saliva-slick lips and grabbed his swollen cock, which looked like it was about to burst.

“Open your mouth.”

As Kwon Jiho opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, Do Yeonjae stared intently at his face and began stroking his shaft. He roughly rubbed the soaked glans, occasionally pushing it against Kwon Jiho’s lips. With veins bulging in his hand and arm, he started pumping back and forth, the glans swelling as if about to explode.

Kwon Jiho met his gaze without flinching. The moment he opened his mouth wider and stuck his tongue out further, Do Yeonjae cursed under his breath and shoved the glans into the waiting opening.

A surge of hot, bitter, salty semen flooded Kwon Jiho’s tongue and flowed down his throat. As he always did, Kwon Jiho closed his lips and swallowed everything, even the last drops clinging to the head. The sticky fluid coated his throat.

“Ah.”

At the low command, Kwon Jiho loosened his lips around the glans and opened his mouth. Whitish fluid clung to the inside of his cheeks. Under Do Yeonjae’s intense gaze, he closed his mouth, cleaned it with his tongue, and then opened it again to show him the inside. Only then did Do Yeonjae’s expression soften.

“Come here.”

His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to his rough actions. Kwon Jiho, still kneeling on the floor, reached out. Swallowing the salty residue in his mouth, he wrapped his arms around Do Yeonjae’s neck.

Even the act of giving a blowjob, which had always felt oppressive and difficult, was now bearable. If he endured that brief moment, Do Yeonjae would hold him tenderly. The pain in the corners of his mouth and the rawness in his throat were easily forgotten with a single embrace, offered like a reward or a consolation.

♬⋆.˚

It was an ordinary day. Aside from Do Yeonjae’s announcement that he was getting married, the day passed as usual. After school, Kwon Jiho greeted the children rushing into the piano academy, gave lessons, sent them home one by one, and his day was almost over.

Eunsol, whose father worked late, was still there, coloring a picture of a piano at her desk. Kwon Jiho tidied up the academy while chatting casually with her.

“I went to Grandma’s house this weekend.”

“Oh, you did?”

“Yeah. I swam in the creek.”

“Sounds like you had fun, Eunsol.”

The child blushed, her chubby cheeks turning pink, and nodded. She then went back to coloring with her black crayon. Kwon Jiho watched her with a smile, then turned his head at the feeling of someone watching him from the entrance.

“Oh…”

As their eyes met, the door opened. The man blushed and gave an awkward smile. He bowed his head in embarrassment and called out to his daughter.

“Im Eunsol! Let’s go!”

“Daddy!”

“Daddy was a little late today. Sorry. I’m so sorry to keep you late every time.”

He bowed deeply and held out something he’d been carrying.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, so I bought a coffee and an herbal tea. Thank you again for everything. Eunsol really loves you. She wants to come to piano lessons every day instead of school.”

“Oh no, you really shouldn’t have… This is too much.”

He laughed awkwardly, a nervous ha ha, when Kwon Jiho didn’t immediately take the offered drinks. He placed the carrier with the drinks and a shopping bag containing sandwiches and pastries on the table.

“It’s late, and I felt bad coming empty-handed. It’s really nothing, so please don’t feel burdened. Make sure you eat well. Eunsol! Let’s go! Say goodbye to your teacher, quickly.”

“Bye, Teacher! See you tomorrow.”

“’Bye’ is not polite. You should say, ‘Goodbye, Teacher.’ ”