Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 66

Cha Moogyul let out an exasperated laugh and lowered his head. His sharp jawline descended close to Heeheon. Black hair spilled downward, his gaze was lowered, and the drop of Heeheon’s blood that had spattered next to his forehead had dried to a dark red.

He casually placed a large palm over Heeheon’s cheek.

“Hm? Console me a little.”

“…”

“My insides feel like they’re about to be turned upside down and fall apart.”

Heeheon clenched his molars and stared intensely.

His sclera were bloodshot. His heart was pounding, pounding. He grabbed Cha Moogyul’s sleeve as if to rip it and pulled.

“…What is it that you want? What do you want me to do?”

“Get undressed.”

“Is that all it takes?”

Cha Moogyul’s eyes hardened, and he erased the smile he had been showing. With a frigid expression returning to his face, he whispered.

“What do you think, hyung? Do you think that’ll be enough?”

His eyes were glinting with a sharp, blue-black edge. It seemed he, too, was still enduring, unable to perfectly control his emotions.

It felt like his entire body, facing him, was being riddled with bullet holes. His chest collapsed, empty, and all he could hear was the whoosh, whoosh of the wind. His thoughts stopped, as if the brain inside his head had vanished. Heeheon’s jaw trembled as he moved his pale, blood-drained lips.

“I get it. Hang up the phone. I understand what you mean…”

Heeheon let go of him and moved his hand to touch the wrinkled collar of his shirt at his own nape. He began to unfasten the buttons one by one, and the collar parted and opened. The crumpled gray suit and the shirt that reeked of blood slowly fell away from Heeheon’s body.

The cell phone was still ringing.

Heeheon pushed Cha Moogyul’s heavy body away and got down from the wide leather sofa.

Standing in front of Cha Moogyul, he took off his suit trousers himself. He also neatly took off his socks and placed them to the side, then lowered his body and quietly knelt on the floor. The perfectly maintained rug’s pile flattened in the direction Heeheon knelt, making a place for him.

Then he moved between Cha Moogyul’s legs and unbuckled his belt. His hands were trembling faintly. Unfastening the buckle, pulling down the zipper, and opening his fly, a wave of heat rose in him, and he panted with short, hot breaths.

‘I didn’t want to do it like this.’

Heeheon took his member out with both hands and stroked the surface of the shaft. He just held and stroked the large mass of flesh until it became somewhat hard, then he glanced up with his round eyes to gauge Cha Moogyul’s reaction. With a hardened face and blazing eyes, he was watching what Heeheon was doing. It was a solid but precarious, a complete but tense sight.

He looked like someone holding a lethal dose of cyanide, deliberating whether or not to shove it into Heeheon’s mouth.

‘…’

In the end, Heeheon slowly bowed his head. He buried his head between his legs and pressed his lips against him. A soft peck on the tip, and he quickly pulled away. He once again raised his eyes to check his expression, and this time, he stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the head of his penis. He tasted the smooth glans bit by bit, like licking an ice cream. With every lick from Heeheon, he grew harder.

“Ha, to act so desperately when you were just trying to die…”

Cha Moogyul placed a large hand on the back of Heeheon’s head and pulled him closer. The shaft of his penis pressed against his lips and cheek. He rubbed it all over Heeheon’s face, as if to mark his territory by smearing his scent on him. The heavy, warm mass of flesh became fully erect and stood up stiffly.

After stroking him from his eyelids to the bridge of his nose with his cock, he grabbed Heeheon’s jaw and parted his lips.

‘Ah, wait a minute.’

This doesn’t seem like a size that I can possibly fit in my mouth.

But Cha Moogyul seemed to think differently. He pressed the round head of his penis against Heeheon’s lips. His member bobbed and hit Heeheon’s front teeth.

“Hyung, you can do it, right?”

“Uht.”

“Swallow. Well.”

In the end, he forced him to swallow it. Heeheon made a kkuk sound and took him into his mouth. His mouth, stretched open beyond its limit, already hurt, and his throat was rigid. Cha Moogyul was so big it felt like his jaw was going to dislocate.

“Hoo-euh, oop…!”

He tried to pull back, but the back of his head was held down, so he couldn’t budge. Cha Moogyul pushed in deeper and deeper. It crushed the roof of his mouth and his tongue and entered his throat. The heat of intoxication that had risen in him was a small help.

He slowly gripped Heeheon’s head and moved it back and forth, and Heeheon held onto his thighs to endure it. The leg muscles his palms touched were taut and as hard as stone. At this rate, it felt like he would be pierced all the way through his throat. He savagely rammed the inner membrane that wouldn’t even let him in. Thud, thud. His skull shook, and his vision spun dizzily. Heeheon choked and grimaced. His face turned bright red from lack of breath, and his body, kneeling on the floor, convulsed and trembled.

“Keo-heok! Hek! Heu-ah…!”

He didn’t know how long he was shaken.

His jaw felt like it was going to dislocate.

It felt like the inside of his mouth was all swollen and would be rubbed raw from the forceful friction. He was even at the point where his upturned eyes were about to roll back into his head.

‘Stop, I can’t do it anymore, stop!’

As a last resort, he scratched at his thigh. Fortunately, Cha Moogyul seemed to have noticed that Heeheon had reached his limit and let go of his hand that was pressing down on his head. He hastily spit out his member and coughed, keok, keok. Saliva disgustingly dribbled down his chin, but he was in no state to wipe it. His reddened face felt like it would burst, and his distorted eyes were wet with physiological tears.

Cha Moogyul, who had been silently watching Heeheon, casually touched the phone screen with his thumb. After pressing the reject call button and turning the power off completely, he tossed the device behind the sofa.

Heeheon was relieved that the phone was off, but at the same time, a powerful, surging emotion welled up, and his expression clouded over.

“Baek Heeheon.”

Cha Moogyul grabbed Heeheon’s messy face, lifted it up, and laid his slick, wet penis on his cheek. His clumsy skills couldn’t bring him to climax. Cha Moogyul slapped Heeheon’s face with his penis, which was as swollen and large as a weapon.

“Just live with me.”

“Euht, ook…”

“Even if you’re miserable, pour it out on me, and even if you’re angry, take it out on me. I’ll take it.”

He once again rubbed the head of his penis against Heeheon’s face. His soft cheek was pressed in by its shape, and one eye closed. Heeheon panted heavily and clenched his teeth. Even as Cha Moogyul willfully thrust and thickly smeared his soaking wet penis on his face, he couldn’t push him away. If he did, he might suddenly change his mind and try to call his mother.

“…You’ll take it? What will you take?”

That was all Heeheon could say right now.

With a bitter heart, he complained in a terribly cracked voice.

“No matter what I scream or how much I struggle… you don’t listen, do you. You’ve never once listened…”

“That’s because hyung is always trying to run away.”

Cha Moogyul chuckled and patted Heeheon’s head. As if consoling him, he patted the back of his head as if to tidy his disheveled hair.

“Instead of plotting your escape, stand up to me. I mean you should turn your arrows this way. It’s about time for that, isn’t it?”

“…”

“Then I’ll accept it all. Me.”

Giving Heeheon a moment to catch his breath, he pushed his fingers into Heeheon’s mouth as if it wasn’t over yet. He opened his lower jaw again and checked the space inside the hot cavern of his mouth. As if it would be fine since he’d let him rest a little, the stiff head of his penis touched his lips again. And just like before, it slowly pushed its way inside.

Cha Moogyul thrust his penis deeper into Heeheon’s throat than before. His closed throat opened, and he entered an unbelievable depth, filling his throat.

“Woo-eut…!”

The deep inner membrane tightened and took him in. Against Heeheon’s will, it clenched and unclenched on its own, gripping the shaft tightly. The corners of his mouth were glistening and wet, and it felt like tears might spill at any moment, but Heeheon managed to hold back the tears and squeezed his eyes shut.

And then, he accepted and swallowed him.

He intuitively knew that the same act would be repeated until Cha Moogyul came, so Heeheon just wanted to make this act end quickly by tightening his lips and trying to rub the underside of the shaft with his tongue. With great difficulty, he tried his best to suck him, albeit clumsily.

“Euh… Eung.”

He didn’t know if it was okay to be fucked this deeply. At this rate, wouldn’t a dedicated path be formed in Heeheon’s body, top and bottom, that only Cha Moogyul could enter?

The hot mucous membranes created friction, the core of him reacted, and he could feel Cha Moogyul, connected to him. It felt like his chest was on fire.

Heeheon trembled and broke out in a cold sweat. Please, quickly, he wanted Cha Moogyul to cum on him.

At one point, his lower body tensed distinctly. The thick, sculpted muscles tightened, and his knees strained. He thrust both hands into Heeheon’s hair, grabbing it by the roots, and let out a low groan. The growl-like sound stimulated Heeheon, and immediately after, hot, thick semen was shot into his throat.

“Heok, hoo-woo… ook!”

“Keut…”

Heeheon tried to spit it out, but he couldn’t move an inch with him filling his mouth. It was forced down his esophagus, his throat convulsing as it squeezed him and swallowed the semen.