Chapter 217

Straddling Baekgyeong’s crotch, Siron looked down on him as if surveying a view. Baekgyeong stared up, restless with anticipation. In the past, Baekgyeong had been handsome—his dark lips often twisted into smirks, his thick brows arched in mischief, yet even such cruel expressions could never mask the beauty of his face. But compared to now, that old charm was nothing but an unpolished stone.

“Want to use my mouth?”

At the vulgar suggestion, Siron’s face burned hot.

“Why the hell do you say things like that? A mouth isn’t some office supply.”

“You’re blushing from that? It’s not even dirty talk.”

“I was always a normal person.”

Fumbling like someone who had forgotten how to have sex, Siron firmed his resolve and unbuckled Baekgyeong’s pants. Tugging down the underwear, his cock sprang free, heavy and thick.

Hooking the long bangs behind his ear, Siron leaned down and took the glans into his mouth. It was too large—he could barely fit the head inside as he shook his face side to side, slowly swallowing down the shaft.

“Haah, ...Yoon, Siron.”

A melted moan slipped from Baekgyeong’s lips. He hadn’t even taken half of it, yet the tip was already brushing against his throat, tickling his uvula.

“Hff, mmph, mm.”

With his mouth stuffed full, Siron strained to swirl his tongue around the soft head, rubbing the glans against the inside of his cheek. Baekgyeong’s hand hovered instinctively toward the back of his head, then faltered, dropping back to the bed.

Every time Siron licked the taut glans or pressed it against the ridges of his palate, Baekgyeong’s thigh muscles flexed, cords of tension shooting down to his shins. Siron stroked up from knee to thigh with his calloused palms, tonguing and sucking his cock as if savoring an ice cream bar.

He felt an unexpected thrill. He had never thought of fellatio as a pleasurable act, but tonight it left him dizzy, drunk with sweetness.

Pushing the glans to the edge of his throat and pulling back, he teased the slit with his tongue. Slick precum welled up, seeping into his mouth, mixing with saliva, spreading heat along his mucous membranes.

He’d wanted to fuck without pheromones, sober. Yet from the start, it wasn’t going his way. Pulling the thick shaft out, lips stretched painfully wide, Siron grimaced.

“My throat itches. Hhh.”

“Want me to scratch it?”

He could have refused, but the crude words sounded unbearably erotic. Siron stared awkwardly at Baekgyeong’s fingers—once so familiar—then slowly parted his lips.

Baekgyeong’s brows flickered in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate. His finger slid along Siron’s palate, pressing lightly near his uvula. Siron’s face twisted with a gagging reflex, yet, by old habit, he sucked the finger wet, the way he once used to wet them to stretch himself open.

“Hhh, ...nn, uhh.”

Balancing on the edge of retching, he sucked, throat spasming tight around the probing fingertip. His watery eyes locked onto Baekgyeong’s face as he gripped his cock hard, pumping it.

The tears streaking Siron’s face, the sensation of his cock in a firm grip—it all tangled, heating Baekgyeong’s body until the air between them turned sticky.

When Baekgyeong pushed deeper, Siron reflexively tried to pull back but stopped, then swallowed deliberately, guiding the fingers down again. He caressed the underside with his tongue, gazing up through wet lashes.

The middle and index finger slid in together, scraping his throat. Siron, eyes bloodshot, exhaled raggedly, saliva spilling down Baekgyeong’s fingers, dripping onto his own face.

Finally coughing, Siron yanked the fingers out—only for Baekgyeong to seize him, flipping him over onto the bed. He tore off his own clothes, yanked down Siron’s pants and underwear in a rush.

“Spread your legs.”

Siron dragged a pillow under his chest, clutching it tightly as he opened his legs. It was his old habit whenever Baekgyeong fucked him from behind—always hugging a pillow. The instinctive movement startled him like a slap, but thought vanished at the next touch: Baekgyeong’s big hands pulling his ass apart like halves of ripe fruit.

“Uhh!”

A hot, slick tongue licked across the stretched cleft. Siron twisted his hips away, but Baekgyeong pursued relentlessly, thrusting his tongue deep into the hole.

“Haahh, mmp, hhff!”

The twitching rim clamped down on the writhing tip. Baekgyeong sealed his mouth over it, savoring the taste of slick juices, tongue stabbing and swirling along the inner walls.

The unbearable sensation made Siron’s hole spasm, trying to push the tongue out, yet the flesh only felt it sharper, wetter. He pictured himself spread open, pierced by that tongue, obscene and degraded. His body, trained for years on filthy sex, was already craving more.

Baekgyeong shifted, sucking the perineum, rolling his balls in his mouth before sliding down between Siron’s thighs. From below, he grasped both balls and cock, sucking his shaft without pause.

And then the fingers—those wet fingers that had just been shoved down his throat—pushed unceremoniously into his still-damp hole.

Siron flinched, hole clenching to resist, but Baekgyeong didn’t stop. His middle finger pressed mercilessly into the swollen, sensitive prostate.

“Ahhh, uhh, hhhk!”

Siron shook violently, collapsing his hips, but there was no escape. Below, lips and tongue sucked his cock hard; inside, fingers pummeled his prostate. The dual assault tore at him endlessly. At the peak, his vision blacked out, a high-pitched ringing slicing his ears—then ecstasy crashed down again.

“In your prostatic fluid... haah, pheromones, mhh, I feel them.”

“Ahh—hnnngh, shut, ahh! Don’t say that while, ahh—sucking!”

“Move your hips.”

Baekgyeong shoved a second finger in, grinding the prostate. Siron, entranced, spread his knees wide, rutting his hips lewdly, chasing the brutal stimulation. The feel of his glans scraping Baekgyeong’s palate, the crushing fingers inside—he couldn’t bear how good it was. Anyone watching would say the scene was filth beyond even beasts.

At last, in the relentless climb of pleasure, Siron froze. His back arched, ass convulsing, orgasm surging. Baekgyeong milked him, throat tightening around his glans, swallowing every spurt of semen.

Sex had ruined his life. And yet, fuck—it still felt so good with Baekgyeong. The filthy ecstasy of someone who knew him to the core was irresistible. Siron sobbed in pleasure, trapped in the aftershocks.

“Your mouth... haah, hhh, so hot... feels like I’ll melt.”

Pulling his cock from his lips, Baekgyeong coughed lightly, catching his breath.

“I can taste pheromones in your cum. So damn thick.”

His face flushed, Baekgyeong looked up at him, stroking himself slowly. Siron, still trembling, lay with his back arched, drowning in the aftermath.

Baekgyeong’s hands caressed the muscles of his spread thighs, the tender, strained flesh.

“Cowgirl?”

The abrupt question made Siron flinch. Realization dawned, and his face flushed red.

“...Yeah.”

Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he pressed both palms to Baekgyeong’s chest, climbing up as if mounting a vaulting horse, settling over his abdomen.

Grasping the thick shaft—too big to fully hold—he aligned it, lowering his slick entrance against the tip. Like a diver needing courage at the edge of the platform, he braced himself, then sank slowly down.

“Unhh... fuck, it’s huge.”

The tight stretch made him moan in pain. He had only swallowed the head, yet the rest loomed impossibly long. Still, he pressed on, forehead veined, sweat dripping as he forced the thickest part inside, tipping into panic. Attempting this without pheromones seemed insane.

Baekgyeong’s evolved body was utterly changed. Not just size and girth, but the veins branching along the shaft, swollen and ridged. Siron felt his inner walls reshape, forced to mold around it, the rim stretched white, clinging desperately.

“So damn tight. Feels like you’ll snap me off.”

His sweaty palm slid down Siron’s back, coming to rest at the rim stretched wide around his cock. The flesh was taut, whitened from pressure.

Inside that clenching grip, Siron could feel the thick pulse of the cock embedded deep, the dull throb echoing up into his belly. Then Baekgyeong gripped his hips, lifting them.