Good Night, Brother! - Chapter 13.3

Only then did Eun Hyun part his lips slightly. The cream-coated strawberry slid into his mouth. The sweet and tangy flavor of the strawberry combined with the soft whipped cream melted on his tongue.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it’s my turn.”

“Huh?”

Instead of answering, Yi Hyeon simply opened his mouth, saying, “Ah.” His red tongue moved in a teasing manner. It wasn’t until Eun Hyun noticed the sly gesture that his face turned beet red from his neck to his shoulders, the blush more visible because he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Eun Hyun couldn’t remember ever feeding his younger brother even as kids, so how could Yi Hyeon brazenly demand something so embarrassing now? Still, flustered, Eun Hyun picked up a strawberry and held it out in front of Yi Hyeon. By now, his entire face was crimson.

“Hurry up and eat.”

Instead of simply eating the strawberry, Yi Hyeon bit down, catching both the fruit and Eun Hyun’s fingers. The tingling sensation spreading from his fingertips barely registered before Yi Hyeon grabbed his wrist and pulled him in, pressing their lips together.

“Mm… hng!”

The strawberry that had been in Yi Hyeon’s mouth was now passed into Eun Hyun’s. The fruit sat on Eun Hyun’s tongue as Yi Hyeon’s tongue moved, mashing it against his palate. The firm tip of Yi Hyeon’s tongue and the soft, crushed strawberry flesh repeatedly stimulated Eun Hyun’s tongue. Tangy strawberry juice mixed with their saliva, spilling out of the corners of their mouths and dripping down their chins. Eventually, Eun Hyun swallowed the now unrecognizable strawberry. Only then did Yi Hyeon release him.

“Hah…!”

“Was the strawberry good?”

A streak of red juice ran from Eun Hyun’s lips down to his collarbone, looking almost obscene. Yi Hyeon leaned down and licked the streak clean, eliciting a soft moan from Eun Hyun.

“Ah…!”

Eun Hyun’s body twitched slightly, already sensitive. Confirming that his brother’s body was reacting, Yi Hyeon chuckled. He placed a large hand over Eun Hyun’s groin, rubbing lightly. The friction of the fabric made a faint swishing sound.

“Hyung, why’s your cock hard when we’re just eating strawberries?”

“Ah…!”

Yi Hyeon’s gaze lingered on Eun Hyun’s rounded belly. It wasn’t clear what he found so enticing about it, but the heat in his eyes burned brighter, and his pheromones grew heavier in the air. The sensation sent a chill down Eun Hyun’s spine.

“Your cock’s out, and your belly’s out, too.”

“Hey…!”

Eun Hyun was about to retort when Yi Hyeon suddenly slid his hands under his arms and grabbed both sides of his chest, lifting him with ease. The world tilted, and Eun Hyun found himself sitting on the edge of the table. The cake and books they’d laid out earlier were pushed aside to make room. The cold surface of the table against his back made him flinch.

“Ugh… it’s cold.”

“It’ll warm up soon.”

With that, Yi Hyeon undid the buckle on Eun Hyun’s pants and pulled down the zipper.

“Hey, what are you doing? This is the dining table…”

“Hyung, you’re my birthday present, right? The birthday boy gets to decide how to celebrate, doesn’t he?”

That logic left Eun Hyun with no choice but to comply, even as his pants and underwear were peeled away.

Staring at Eun Hyun’s slightly swollen belly, Yi Hyeon murmured,

“Back then, a little bit was enough, but now… the surface area’s gotten bigger.”

“What are you talking about?”

Before Eun Hyun could fully process his words, Yi Hyeon scooped up a handful of whipped cream from the cake and smeared it across Eun Hyun’s belly. The cream spread smoothly over the taut, stretched skin. Seeing the white trails being painted on his stomach, Eun Hyun realized what Yi Hyeon was about to do and shouted,

“Yi Hyeon! Don’t mess around with food!”

“Does this look like messing around? It’s not.”

Yi Hyeon applied another generous dollop of cream, spreading it across Eun Hyun’s belly with deliberate motions.

“I’m going to lick it all off.”

While Eun Hyun looked down at him with disapproval, Yi Hyeon’s expression was playful and mischievous.

“Now, say, ‘Eat me deliciously.’ Go on.”

“What? No way.”

“You’re really not going to? It’s my birthday, you know… Are you sure?”

Acting as if his birthday was a license to demand anything, Yi Hyeon gave him a smug look. Though he glared back in frustration, Eun Hyun eventually relented, his lips trembling as he mumbled,

“…Eat me…”

“I can’t hear you.”

Covering his face with his hands, Eun Hyun spoke louder,

“Eat me… deliciously.”

“Really? This looks so good. I’m digging in.”

Smirking, Yi Hyeon extended his tongue and pressed it against Eun Hyun’s stomach. He began licking the cream off in long, deliberate strokes. The slickness of the whipped cream combined with the warmth of his tongue created a bizarre sensation. Eun Hyun’s legs stretched out, his toes curling involuntarily. His hands gripped the edge of the table like a lifeline.

“Hng…!”

The whipped cream, once firm and structured, melted quickly from the heat of their skin and Yi Hyeon’s tongue, turning back into a sticky liquid. The creamy trails slid down Eun Hyun’s belly in thin streams. Yi Hyeon skillfully licked up every bit, leaving the surface spotless. He then pressed soft, lingering kisses onto the now-clean skin.

“Ah…! Hah!”

“Does it feel good, Hyung?”

Eun Hyun thought it was unfair that Yi Hyeon was talking while his lips were still pressed to his stomach. The vibrations of his voice rippled through his skin, making his hair stand on end.

“I-it doesn’t…! I don’t… ah…!”

“It’s my birthday, so you have to be honest. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

A serpent-like tongue delved into Eun Hyun’s navel, sending a wave of sensations—whether pleasure or something else—coursing through his body. Eun Hyun trembled.

“Ahh, s-stop, it’s too much! Ah, ugh, not the navel!”

With a low, throaty hum of satisfaction, Yi Hyeon withdrew his tongue. His cream-slicked fingers circled one of Eun Hyun’s sharply aroused nipples, teasing the hardened tip. The red peak, glistening with milky white cream, looked indecently lewd. After thoroughly tormenting it with his gaze and touch, Yi Hyeon finally took it into his mouth.

In a few months, the small, delicate nipples, now a source of pleasure and playful teasing, would yield something more nourishing—richer and more wholesome milk for their baby. The mere thought of seeing his brother nursing their child filled Yi Hyeon with such intense heat that it felt like his head might melt. Relieved that the time to share Eun Hyun’s chest with their baby hadn’t yet come, Yi Hyeon suckled greedily, tugging firmly.

“Ah, no, stop… it feels so weird, ahh!”

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