Good Night, Brother! - Chapter 13.4

Eun Hyun clutched the back of Yi Hyeon’s head, half in protest, half in desperation. His nipples had become several times more sensitive since becoming pregnant. Even as he tugged painfully at Yi Hyeon’s hair and begged him to stop, Yi Hyeon refused to let go. Eun Hyun wrapped his legs around Yi Hyeon’s torso, shaking his head in helpless defiance.

“Ahh, no, ah… ngh!”

By the time Yi Hyeon finally lifted his head, Eun Hyun’s lightly swollen chest was thoroughly soaked with saliva, the peaks puffed and glistening. Even though Yi Hyeon had only teased his belly and chest, Eun Hyun looked utterly spent, as if he’d climaxed multiple times.

Yi Hyeon, gazing down at the panting and dazed Eun Hyun, casually scooped up more cream from the cake. This time, he spread it over Eun Hyun’s erect length. The cream melted upon contact with his warm skin, clinging stickily to the shaft.

With slow, deliberate movements, Yi Hyeon began stroking the creamed member. The slippery fat in the cream allowed his hand to glide upward effortlessly, but on the downward stroke, the sticky sugar clung stubbornly to the sensitive skin, pulling slightly. The unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed Eun Hyun.

“Ah, no, stop, I can’t—ahh…!”

“Sigh… it’s so lewd. It’s like your cock’s been soaked in milk.”

“Hah… p-please, stop… stop…”

“Okay, fine. I’ll stop and eat it instead.”

“What? W-wait, no…!”

Before Eun Hyun could protest further, Yi Hyeon’s head dipped down, and his cock disappeared into Yi Hyeon’s mouth. The warm, wet cavern of Yi Hyeon’s mouth enveloped him completely. Yi Hyeon hollowed his cheeks, sucking diligently and savoring every inch.

“Ah… ahh! Stop!”

“Hah, Hyung…”

With the head of Eun Hyun’s cock still in his mouth, Yi Hyeon pressed his forehead against Eun Hyun’s lower belly, nuzzling affectionately. The soft fringe of his hair and the tip of his nose tickled against the sensitive skin, making Eun Hyun squirm.

“Ah, what are you… ngh!”

Yi Hyeon suddenly muttered as if making a startling discovery, his voice muffled by the flesh in his mouth.

“This is so obscene…”

“What? What’s obscene…”

“My forehead and nose keep brushing against your belly while I’m sucking you. Even Eun knows what I’m doing now.”

That mouth needed to be shut—immediately. But how?

“Eun knows I’m sucking your cock. What do we do?”

“Shut up, you pervert! Ah!”

Yi Hyeon obliged—by wrapping his lips around Eun Hyun’s cock once more. His hand grasped the base while his head bobbed eagerly, slurping up all the cream.

It seemed like Yi Hyeon found some form of twisted ecstasy in the act itself. Why else would his eyes flutter shut in bliss every time the tip of Eun Hyun’s cock grazed the back of his throat? Every deep thrust that pressed against his soft, sensitive palate sent a visible shiver through him. Eun Hyun, too, couldn’t help but shut his eyes as sparks of pleasure coursed through him. His legs, once wrapped tightly around Yi Hyeon, spread wide open and trembled uncontrollably.

The suction was overwhelming, almost too much to bear. As the sensation spiraled higher and higher, Eun Hyun’s body began to convulse, the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightening painfully. The trembling started at his toes and radiated through his entire body, his hips bucking involuntarily.

‘I’m so close… just a little more, and I can—’

And then it happened. Just as he teetered on the edge of climax, Yi Hyeon squeezed the base of his cock and sealed the slit with the tip of his tongue.

“Ahh!”

Eun Hyun’s vision spun. The denied orgasm left him overwhelmed, drowning in a flood of unspent pleasure.

“N-no, no, please, ahh, let me… just let me… please!”

Even as Eun Hyun begged, Yi Hyeon didn’t relent. Eun Hyun’s heels struck his brother’s back repeatedly in frustration. Only then did Yi Hyeon finally release his grip, letting his tongue flick teasingly over the sensitive glans and frenulum.

The intense mix of pain and pleasure sent tears streaming down Eun Hyun’s cheeks. And when the final release came, it was utterly consuming. Even as he spilled his seed into Yi Hyeon’s waiting mouth, there was no shame—only raw, unfiltered ecstasy.

“Ah… haa… ah, ah… ahh…!”

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