A Strawberry, A Lullaby, and a Newfound Understanding

Inwoo gently detached Junwon’s face from his chest. His chest, having been kneaded and sucked so thoroughly, was now visibly swollen and crimson.

Sliding off Junwon’s thighs, Inwoo then perched on the table in front of the sofa. Junwon’s gaze followed his movements.

Junwon watched, bewildered, as Inwoo spread his legs on the table and picked up another strawberry.

Junwon held his breath and couldn’t even move.

This time, Inwoo rubbed the strawberry against his erection, then provocatively licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue.

Inwoo’s stiff shaft glistened, now thoroughly coated in strawberry juice. Without any hair to obstruct it, the juice streamed down his skin with shocking clarity.

The crimson liquid trickled past his testicles, saturating his slick opening. Then, with a defiant glance, Inwoo popped the very strawberry he’d just used into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

Junwon gasped for breath. His eyes, half-lidded and glazed with raw desire, glittered in the dim light.

His erection, meanwhile, strained against his open robe, threatening to burst free. Meeting Junwon’s intense gaze, Inwoo then reclined onto the table, spreading his legs and bending his knees.

Watching the wet opening twitch, Junwon felt his mind go utterly blank. He was no longer certain if he was looking at Lee Inwoo or simply a strawberry.

Junwon seized Inwoo’s ankles and pulled him closer, causing Inwoo’s body to slide effortlessly towards him. Without hesitation, Junwon dropped to his knees on the floor.

He gently parted Inwoo’s thighs and brought his tongue to the wet opening.

“Mmm…”

Inwoo lifted his hips, bracing himself with his hands on the table. Inwoo had expected hesitation again, but Seo Junwon, surprisingly, proved to be an adept student, performing exactly as instructed.

Junwon’s tongue stretched out, meticulously licking away every drop of juice. Then, as if overcome by curiosity, he attempted to delve deeper into the opening.

Inwoo bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tightly. A short moan escaped him.

Already lightheaded from the alcohol, the unexpected intensity of Seo Junwon’s actions amplified the pleasure tenfold. Despite his seemingly innocent demeanor, the firm grip on Inwoo’s thighs and the unhesitating thrust of his tongue were incredibly stimulating.

Junwon relentlessly licked and probed the opening with his tongue, then ascended, taking Inwoo’s shaft deep into his mouth. As Junwon moved his head back and forth, his teeth grazed Inwoo’s sensitive skin, creating a tantalizing friction.

Usually, Inwoo would have ordered him to stop at once. Yet, with Seo Junwon, even this awkwardness proved strangely arousing.

Inwoo widened his legs further, then threaded his fingers through Junwon’s soft hair. The sensation of his fingers tangling in the strands was unexpectedly pleasant.

With each rhythmic pump of Seo Junwon’s head, Inwoo’s grip in his hair tightened instinctively.

“Ah, Junwon.”

Hearing his name, Junwon paused, glancing upwards, his mouth still full. As Inwoo lifted his head, his eyes met Junwon’s, and he nearly climaxed on the spot.

Ah, f*ck. Seo Junwon is so f*cking sexy.

“Junwon, finger me….”

Junwon released the penis from his mouth. He gently cupped the now slick shaft, coated in his own saliva, and began to stroke it up and down.

Simultaneously, he carefully brought his other hand to the entrance of Inwoo’s opening. After gently rubbing the entrance—now a glistening mess of saliva and juice—with his fingertips a few times, he slowly eased in his middle and ring fingers.

Deeper inside, the inner walls twitched, subtly attempting to push his fingers back out. Junwon exerted a little more pressure, widening the passage. Inwoo gasped, lifting his hips in response.

Though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, the realization that he was pleasing Lee Inwoo emboldened him. He pushed his fingers in further, all the way to their base.

He’d been so mortified by his fumbling attempts last time that he’d actually sought out instructional videos. There were quite a few. Thanks to his research, he now had a rough idea of what to do next.

As his fingertips pressed and rubbed against the inner walls, Inwoo’s mouth fell open, a silent gasp of overwhelming sensation.

“Ah, ah!”

The erection he held twitched violently, its glans quickly becoming slick with pre-cum. The sensation of the opening contracting and clenching around his fingers was fully transmitted, a novel experience.

Feeling it with his penis was one thing; feeling it with his fingers was an entirely different, richer experience. While his penis offered a primal sensation, exploring Inwoo’s depths with his fingers felt like truly understanding Lee Inwoo on a deeper level.

Gently stroking the hardened shaft, Junwon kept his fingers fully inserted and subtly rotated his wrist. Inwoo’s eyes flew open, and his body arched sharply upwards.

“Ahn.”

His fingers curled, scratching the table. Junwon absorbed every detail of Lee Inwoo’s utterly overwhelmed and excited expression.

Junwon, mastering his own surging lust, continued the rhythmic motion of his hands.

“Ah, ahhh!”

The wet, squelching sounds mingled with Inwoo’s desperate moans, assaulting Junwon’s eardrums. As the speed of his stroking and fingering intensified, so did the frantic thrusts of Inwoo’s hips.

Junwon mimicked Inwoo’s earlier action, rubbing the glans with his thumb. The wildly bucking hips instantly stilled, and with a sudden gush, semen erupted from the shaft in his hand.

Inwoo, who had trembled several times, collapsed limply onto the table. Junwon carefully withdrew his fingers from Inwoo, then roughly wiped his profusely wet hands before checking on Inwoo’s state.

“Are you okay?”

Inwoo, who was sprawled out, covered his face with both hands.

“Ah, f*ck.”

Whether due to the alcohol or some other unknown factor, his body had reacted with unusual sensitivity today. I almost cried from pleasure.

“Why are you so good at sucking? Where did you practice?”

A look of bewilderment crossed Junwon’s face. Seeing this, Inwoo let out a rough gasp, followed by a wry chuckle.

By his expression, he really must have practiced. Crazy. But if he’s this good with practice, won’t he drive people insane later? Damn. Just thinking about it feels good.

He delighted in imagining a distant future for a moment, only to belatedly notice Seo Junwon’s fully engorged erection, and his eyes narrowed. He braced himself on the table to sit up, but his arms trembled.

Junwon quickly steadied Inwoo.

“Are you okay?”

Ah, why does he keep asking if I’m okay? What do I look like right now?

“Ah, how embarrassing. I got done by a total newbie.”

Inwoo chuckled at his own self-deprecating remark, then his gaze fell upon Junwon’s erection, engorged to the point of bursting. He had originally intended to insert it after a moderate warm-up.

Sliding off the table, Inwoo stood and gently pushed Junwon’s chest towards the sofa.

“Sit down.”

As Junwon sat on the sofa, Inwoo spread his legs and climbed back onto him. He reached back, grabbed Junwon’s penis, and tried to insert it into his hole.

As Inwoo lifted his hips slightly, Junwon intercepted his hand, gently moving it back to the front. Pinched beneath Inwoo’s buttocks, Junwon’s erection seemed to scream for release.

“What’s wrong?”

Junwon’s large hand carefully cupped Inwoo’s cheek. Instead of inserting, he gently rubbed the reddened skin under Inwoo’s eyes with his fingertips.

Are they swollen? Realizing instantly that they weren’t, a look of relief washed over his face.

Inwoo frowned.

“Aren’t we going to do it?”

Junwon chuckled.

“Your eyes are full of sleep….”

“So, you’re not going to?”

Junwon wrapped his arm around Inwoo’s shoulder and pulled him into an embrace. Their chests pressed together, and the loud thumping of their hearts echoed between them.

What on earth is he doing? Before Inwoo could even fully grasp the situation, Junwon gently cupped the back of his head, guiding his face to rest against his shoulder. Though he found himself held like a baby, the sensation wasn’t unpleasant.

“I’ve become a baby….”

“Sleep… I’ll move you to the bed once you’re asleep.”

Inwoo didn’t press him to continue. Having been plagued by anti-fans all day and indulging in a drink, he felt utterly exhausted. Yet, a slight pang of guilt pricked him, feeling as though he was the only one who had truly indulged in pleasure.

He lifted his head to meet Junwon’s eyes.

“You won’t regret this, will you? No crying after I fall asleep?”

Junwon gently cradled Inwoo’s head back onto his shoulder. “I won’t cry. Promise.”

His voice, laced with amusement, was pleasant to hear. Inwoo’s heavy eyelids blinked slowly. The hand that had been cradling Junwon’s head moved down to pat his back.

The soft, rhythmic pats suggested a skill honed from putting children to sleep. No, where on earth did he learn something like this?

“You’re not married, are you?”

“My cousin lives nearby, so I sometimes look after my niece and nephew.”

“How sweet….”

Inwoo slipped his arms under Junwon’s armpits and hugged him tightly. While two grown men embracing like this might seem ridiculous to others, from Inwoo’s perspective, it wasn’t bad at all.

His heartbeat sounded like a lullaby. This sparked a new desire, and he made a request.

“Sing me… a lullaby too….”

Hmm… Inwoo expected him to refuse, but after a moment of thought, Junwon began to sing. “Three bears live in one house. Papa bear, Mama bear, Baby bear.” Of all songs, it had to be the bear song. Inwoo smiled silently. Junwon continued to repeat it, as if it were the only song he knew.

Despite the repetition, his voice was full of affection. Occasionally, ‘Baby bear’ changed to ‘Inwoo bear.’ Inwoo’s eyelids slowly, gradually descended until his brown eyes were completely hidden. Junwon, who had been singing for quite some time, stopped at the sound of soft, even breathing.

He tilted his head to look at Inwoo. Seeing Inwoo’s plump lips slightly parted, a gentle smile touched Junwon’s own lips.

“Cute….”

Carefully, he stood up while holding Inwoo, who mumbled, “Mmm,” a sleepy murmur as he clung to Junwon’s neck. Junwon bit his lip to suppress a laugh and headed to the bedroom. The bedroom was entirely white.

He gently laid Inwoo on the bed, who briefly opened his eyes before closing them again. Junwon propped a pillow under his head and meticulously pulled the blanket up to his shoulders. Then, he crouched beside the bed, resting his chin on his hand, and gazed intently at Inwoo’s face. A tender smile spread across his lips. Sleep well.