Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 109

Heeheon glanced at Cha Moogyul, checking his mood. Based on past experience, he tended to become dejected and displeased whenever Baek Heeheon refused him.

‘In that case, it might be better…’

Ugh, Heeheon swallowed a sigh inwardly and, while still in his embrace, whispered calmly.

“Then, instead of doing it in front of the mirror.”

His heart was pounding fiercely.

He felt like he was being swept away by a wave. His feet felt like they were floating, his body temperature was rising, and he thought his face would turn red.

The word “fluttering” alone couldn’t express this feeling. Cha Moogyul and Baek Heeheon weren’t in that kind of fresh relationship; their entanglement was deeper, stronger, and stickier. They clung to each other, melting the other deep inside.

“…Just get me dirty in your uniform, just like this.”

In the end, Heeheon’s face, reflected in the mirror, gradually turned red. It started from around his eyes and spread to his cheeks, tinged with a faint blush. It was even more embarrassing because his face was so clearly visible. Heeheon’s lowered eyelids trembled. His long eyelashes were quivering as if dancing.

At that moment, something hard pressed against his butt.

A short silence and a void. A look of surprise appeared in Cha Moogyul’s jet-black eyes. The smile that had been on his face just a moment ago was no longer there.

Stiff, as if he had been caught off guard, he twisted his lips at the end of the silence and muttered lowly.

“…You’re pouring oil on the fire.”

“What can I do, the clothes suit you so well.”

“You were thinking that inside?”

Cha Moogyul blatantly stroked his lower abdomen. After tracing around his navel, he undid Heeheon’s belt with a somewhat urgent hand. He grabbed the buckle and pulled it out in one swift motion, then whispered to the Heeheon in the mirror.

“First Lieutenant Baek Heeheon. Do you wish to engage in some role-play with me?”

His voice was sweet, but at the same time, it seemed like he was holding back something boiling inside. Heeheon flinched reflexively.

He hadn’t intended for it to go this far, but the temptation was too great to feign ignorance. The trigger had been pulled anyway. He slowly cleared his throat and replied, matching the mood.

“I will follow your orders, Brigadier General.”

Cha Moogyul let out a dry laugh, unzipped his fly, and opened Heeheon’s pants. He grabbed the briefs along with them and pulled his pants down in one go, and the clothes slid down his legs and dropped to his ankles.

“Spread your legs and hold onto the vanity.”

Heeheon held the vanity with both arms, his eyes trembling minutely. His pupils, reflected in the mirror, were dilated.

He slid his gloved hand between Heeheon’s exposed legs, into the suddenly revealed center. He covered the slightly shrunken member, which had been exposed to the cold air, with his palm and stimulated it with a light rub, then wrapped his hand around it and pressed the small urethral opening at the tip of the glans with his thumb.

“Nngh, ah.”

He had only flinched slightly in surprise, but Cha Moogyul pointed it out coolly.

“Posture.”

“…”

“You shouldn’t move without permission, First Lieutenant.”

Cha Moogyul persistently scratched and rubbed the narrow opening with his thumb. Heeheon, surprised, tried to avoid his hand, but he was in Cha Moogyul’s embrace anyway. Instead of getting away, he was pressed even closer, and the feel of him against his upper buttocks was also getting harder.

“Euh…”

His hand movements were slow and gentle but explicit. He gripped the shaft with four fingers, gently stroking the foreskin, while his thumb relentlessly tormented and dug into the sensitive spot.

Heeheon panted, shaking his head with difficulty.

The member held in his hand was getting hard, unable to withstand the pleasure. His lower abdomen was already tingling with anticipation, making him feel strange inside, and his rapidly beating heart felt like it would burst like a balloon.

“There, stop…”

Heeheon, red all the way to his ears, lowered his eyebrows and moaned. Cha Moogyul replied languidly.

“You’re being informal.”

No, ha. Really…

He had never intended to get this serious about the role-play.

Heeheon, surrendering his body to the rising pleasure, gave up on organizing his thoughts and just opened his mouth. Then, he whispered, stumbling over his words.

“I’m, sorry, sir, please, stop your hand.”

“Reason?”

“Because I think I’m, going to, come.”

Cha Moogyul squeezed Heeheon’s member hard.

“Ah!”

“Then, I’ll send it to your ass, so lift your hips.”

His panting breath and rough, animalistic voice sent a shiver down the back of his neck. He could see his face in the mirror. And those persistent eyes, nailed to Heeheon.

Looking into those jet-black eyes, he could see how much Cha Moogyul craved Heeheon.

“Right now, I’m going to drench your hole, so move.”

Heeheon bent his arms on the vanity and leaned his upper body down, completely prostrate. As if unsatisfied with his already raised buttocks, Cha Moogyul hurriedly spread Heeheon’s legs wide and lifted his pelvis even higher.

The mirror was right in front of Heeheon’s nose, and his own eyes were reflected on the shiny surface. That’s when he knew. That Heeheon’s eyes were also shining with the same explicit light as Cha Moogyul’s. That they were both excessively craving each other.

Cha Moogyul spread Heeheon’s buttocks and lowered his waist. His face touched between his legs, and his lips buried themselves in the tightly closed opening.

“Euh-nngh!”

He was more urgent and ravenous than ever before, licking the folds with his tongue while kneading both of Heeheon’s butt cheeks in his hands. He was so busy getting him wet that he seemed to have no room for mercy in his hands, and it felt like his butt cheeks were being torn off.

Heeheon gasped, ghk, and swallowed, his legs trembling. An electrifying pleasure was spreading terrifyingly through the sensitive area where Cha Moogyul was licking, where his tongue and lips touched. Every time Cha Moogyul kissed his buttocks, his mucous membrane flinched, and the inside of his lower abdomen grew hot. And it even reached a point where he was sucking him sloppily and vulgarly, as if all the licking and wetting he had done until now had been just a game.

“Hahk, ah, ah!”

Rough, urgent, and hot.

Gripping both butt cheeks tightly and spreading them, he pushed his tongue into the wrinkled spot and sucked, making his vision go dizzy. Cha Moogyul was practically burying his nose in him, seeming to suck him with his entire face. Heeheon sputtered at the strong stimulation. Scratching the smooth vanity where there was nothing to hold onto, he squeezed out his voice and called him.

“Gyul-ah, eeuhk… there’s lotion, there, is.”

Cha Moogyul spat saliva fiercely into Heeheon’s hole and replied.

“I know.”

He just seemed to want the act of sucking Heeheon itself, as he continued to kiss his hole and wet the folds. No matter how many times he experienced the sensation of his soft tongue, he could never get used to it. As Heeheon kept trying to pull his body forward by standing on his tiptoes, Cha Moogyul clicked his tongue in displeasure and roughly swept the vanity shelf with one hand.

The various products that had been neatly arranged, such as perfume, toner, and a diffuser, were scattered and fell down. Fumbling through the messy products, Cha Moogyul grabbed the lotion, opened the lid, and squeezed it onto Heeheon’s butt cheeks. The cold liquid trickled down, pooling in the crack of his ass and the hollow above his tailbone.

As if that wasn’t enough, he even lifted Heeheon’s shirt and squeezed a line of lotion down his spine. He threw the empty container behind him without a second thought and warned Heeheon.

“Look straight at the mirror. Don’t look away.”

Immediately, he pulled off his glove with his teeth. For some reason, the sight of the wet glove coming off, reflected in the mirror, was incredibly sensual. He hadn’t taken off his clothes, just a single black leather glove.

With his bare hand, Cha Moogyul scraped the lotion that had seeped sloppily between his cheeks and shoved it into his hole. As if he had no intention of yielding in the slightest, he pushed his index and middle fingers deep inside and stimulated the interior directly. The pinkish-red mucous membrane twitched as it gripped his fingers.

Squish, squelch, the wet sounds were loud. From a certain point on, he was so aroused it was difficult to even keep his body still. His waist was starting to sway slightly, and he was even worried about what he would do if he came the moment he was fucked in the ass.

Fortunately, it seemed Heeheon wasn’t the only one who was aroused.

Cha Moogyul’s face, reflected in the mirror, was colored with a surging ecstasy. His characteristic firm prudence and patience seemed to have all shattered for now, and he looked so excited that he couldn’t even control the force of his hands.

“Every time, why is it so tight.”

“Euhk, what, huh?”

“It’s always tight even after I’ve prepped it. It closes up again after just a little while, making me want to fuck it day and night.”

His passionate eyes wouldn’t let Baek Heeheon go. Even as he pulled out his fingers and unzipped his uniform pants, Cha Moogyul was still unable to control his overflowing excitement.

“It would be nice if your body opened up just at my touch. If instead of having nightmares every night, you pestered me to hold you, and without a single thought, just… like a baby bird, opened your mouth and begged for my cock, how… Hmm?”

He could see the bulge in his crotch. His thick, erect cock stood up as if it would burst through his pants. It was always embarrassingly large every time he saw it.