Chapter 6: Plaything Senior (6)

　　The guy shuffled inside, looking incredibly out of place. It was hilarious, considering he was the one who had booked the room. Seongbin had briefly wondered if he was a regular at places like this, but one look shattered that theory.

　　“I told you to find a place, but you actually paid real money for this?” Seongbin let out a heavy, irritated sigh.

　　It looked like some sketchy, hourly-rate hostel by a train station. Seongbin hadn’t bothered booking a hotel because he didn’t see the point in rolling out the red carpet for another guy, but this was pathetic.

　　He really should have turned around the second the guy’s hands started shaking at the front desk as he fumbled to pay with his military debit card. Seongbin scanned the room. The wallpaper looked like it hadn’t been changed since the nineties.

　　The man draped his department jacket over a plastic chair and just stood there, nervously tugging at his sleeves. Seongbin gave him a slow, critical sweep before unbuckling his belt and sitting on the edge of the bed.

　　Honestly, hotel or motel, who cares? As long as he got off, the scenery didn’t matter.

　　The other man kept his distance, remaining silent as his eyes darted around, trying to read Seongbin’s mood. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

　　Seongbin lifted his hips slightly, slid his hand down his boxers, and pulled out his soft length.

　　Can I even get hard for this? Seriously. If the guy had been even slightly pretty, it might have been easier. But this? He was just a plain, ordinary guy. Seongbin wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and looked up.

　　“Hey,” Seongbin called out.

　　“Yeah…?”

　　“Sit.”

　　He pointed to the floor, specifically the space right between his thighs. Through the messy parting of his bangs, the man’s eyes widened with sheer panic. He was completely paralyzed, his brain short-circuiting.

　　Was this really the same guy who had boldly confessed his feelings in the parking lot just minutes ago? Now he couldn’t even lift his head. He had been so shameless then, but the second he was offered the chance to suck his crush’s dick, he turned into a trembling virgin.

　　“What are you waiting for?” Seongbin muttered, his voice dropping. “I said sit.”

　　The man finally forced his feet to move. He shuffled forward in tiny, awkward steps before sinking to his knees on the cold floor. Seongbin casually propped his foot up on his thigh.

　　“Someone interrupted us earlier, so I didn’t get to finish,” Seongbin said, dragging the cheap floral comforter off the bed. “Put this over your head and suck it.”

　　He was met with silence.

　　“You said you liked me,” Seongbin taunted, tossing the heavy blanket right at him. “You must have imagined doing this at least once.”

　　He braced his hands on the floor, letting the fabric hit him without a word.

　　“Do a good job, and maybe I’ll actually date you.” Seongbin let his eyes curve into a sweet, deceptive smile, deliberately softening his tone to sound coaxing.

　　The other man clenched and unclenched his fists, steeling himself. Finally, his hands reached up, grabbed the edge of the comforter, and pulled it over his head. He vanished completely beneath the heavy fabric.

　　The blanket rustled with awkward, frantic movements. He didn’t even dare to touch Seongbin’s thighs. Instead, a wet, warm mouth enveloped the head of his dick. He opened wide, trying his best to take him in, but he was painfully clumsy. His teeth scraped repeatedly against the sensitive skin.

　　Beneath the shaft, his tongue wriggled, tracing the underside like a snake wrapping around a branch. Every few seconds, a wet slurp echoed as he tried to swallow his own saliva.

　　“Take it deeper,” Seongbin commanded, leaning back. “Though I doubt you can take it all.”

　　“Mmph,” came the muffled response.

　　“Watch the teeth. Flatten your tongue.”

　　Seongbin could feel him trying to stretch his jaw wider, but he clearly couldn’t control his teeth. Honestly, he was fucking terrible at this. It was borderline repulsive. Every time he tried to pull Seongbin deeper, he gagged, which was bound to happen since the idiot was trying to throat him from the very start. Seongbin scowled.

　　GGGH!

　　“Shut up,” Seongbin snapped, groaning in annoyance. “I don’t want to hear those sounds. Wrap your lips over your teeth.”

　　SLURP, SLURP.

　　The man bobbed his head back and forth. His teeth still grazed him occasionally, and his tongue work was pathetic, but whatever. He made for a decent living sex toy.

　　Still, he was clearly trying as hard as he possibly could. Huffs, slurps, gasps. The wet, messy sounds echoed in a chaotic rhythm. It was incredibly unpolished. Seongbin felt a sudden, dark urge to grab him by the hair and just ram himself down his throat.

　　“Take it out. Lick it from the base up. Use a lot of spit.”

　　His dick slipped free from the hot, humid mouth. He swallowed hard with a wet slurp. A soaking wet tongue began tracing him from the base, dragging rapidly up and down the shaft. He had definitely used enough saliva, as the friction smoothed out completely.

　　“Ah…” Seongbin exhaled, his fingers digging into the rounded shape of the blanket. He cupped the guy’s head through the fabric, tilting it back as tension coiled tight in his thighs.

　　“Stroke me with your hand and suck my balls too.”

　　The man was incredibly submissive. He had no idea what he was doing, but he obeyed every single command. Crazy bastard.

　　Seongbin felt a brief flicker of curiosity about what he looked like under there, but he suppressed it. What was the point? Seeing his face would probably just kill the mood. Instead, he rested his hand on top of the blanket, feeling the round curve of his skull.

　　He took Seongbin’s balls into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them while his hand stroked the shaft. He sucked and gently tugged, burying the tip of his nose against the base of Seongbin’s crotch. He was terrible at this, but he was serving his purpose well enough.

　　“Fuck… take the head in your mouth. I’m going to cum.”

　　He kept stroking the shaft while taking the head back into his mouth with a slurping sound, his tongue-tip tracing the slit. Seongbin let out a sharp breath and pulled his head flush against his crotch.

　　MMPH, GAHH, UGH!

　　A choked, raspy sound vibrated beneath the blanket. Seongbin bit his lip hard and came deep in his mouth, pouring a hot, thick rush of semen down his throat.

　　The man squirmed, trying to pull back, but Seongbin’s grip was ironclad. He didn’t even have to tell him to swallow. He was already gulping it down as it hit the back of his throat.

　　“Haa…” Seongbin let out a long, slow breath and finally released his grip.

　　Cough, cough. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, hacking violently. The blanket slid off his shoulders and pooled on the floor.

　　I only messed with him because I was in a shitty mood, but this is actually pretty convenient.

　　Seongbin looked down at him. He had only ever been with girls, so he had not realized how satisfying it was to completely break a guy’s pride. The face of the sunbae, who usually acted so upright and distant, was now flushed a deep, burning red.

　　Saliva dripped from his parted lips, leaving a glistening smear around his mouth. Clutching his throat, he looked up at Seongbin. Semen that had traveled up his nasal cavity dripped from his nose like snot. Tears tracked down his cheeks. He squeezed out a question in a raw, broken whisper.

　　“Are we… going to date now?”

　　Just because he had promised to date him, the guy had actually covered his head with a blanket and sucked his dick. Any normal person would have realized that being told to hide under a blanket meant the other person could not stand the sight of their face, but he seemed completely oblivious.

　　What a fucking freak.

　　Either he had a screw loose, or he was just that pathetically down for him. Seongbin did not even want to waste energy analyzing it.

　　Seongbin flicked the man’s messy bangs with his index finger. His bloodshot eyes were swimming with tears.

　　“Fix your hair. Can you even see through that?”

　　He reached over and yanked a few tissues from a box covered in tacky local advertisements. He casually wiped down his dick, the very one the man had just been sucking so desperately.

　　The man shifted uncomfortably, pulling his knees toward his chest. Seongbin’s gaze naturally drifted down to his lap.

　　“Did you seriously get hard while sucking me off?”

　　The other man fell silent, looking away.

　　“Fascinating. I didn’t even touch you, and you’re fully hard just from sucking my dick.”

　　Unable to bear the burning in his throat, the man let out a dry, hacking cough. Seongbin took the tissue he had just used to wipe his own dick and casually swiped it across his nose.

　　“You’ve got cum dripping out of your nose. Did you book this place for the night?”

　　“Yeah.”

　　“Cool. Well, do whatever you want about staying. I’m not showering in a dump like this. It’s too sketchy. Use this if you need to clean up.”

　　Seongbin shoved the crumpled tissue into his hand. He stood up and adjusted his clothes, looking as pristine as he had when they first walked in. He definitely felt lighter after getting off, though.

　　Honestly, it wasn’t a bad deal. The man was fucking terrible at it, but he did exactly what he was told. Initially, Seongbin had only dragged him here because he was annoyed by the stalker-like behavior and wanted to put him in his place.

　　But now, he figured they could keep doing this. If he just threw a blanket over his head and made him suck his dick, he could get off once or twice and leave. No strings attached, no hassle.

　　If I had to put a label on him, he’s basically a public restroom.

　　Seongbin didn’t feel a shred of guilt. The other man was the one who had been a nuisance first, and since he had confessed, he had basically signed up for whatever Seongbin wanted to throw at him.

　　Seongbin held out his phone to him, as he was still clutching his throat.

　　“Put your number in.”

　　“Why?”

　　“What do you mean why? You’re the one who said you wanted to see me, Sunbae.”

　　With trembling hands, he took the phone, typed his number into the keypad, and handed it back. Naturally, it was an unsaved contact. Seongbin hit call with an indifferent expression.

　　A vibration buzzed from the department jacket tossed carelessly over the chair. The man barely managed to push himself up, rummaging through his pockets to pull out his phone.

　　Seongbin waited to confirm the connection before hanging up. His thumb hovered over the screen as he went to save the contact.

　　Come to think of it, he did not even know his name.

　　“Sunbae,” Seongbin said.

　　“Yeah?”

　　“What’s your name?”

　　“Yang Juwon…”

　　Yang Juwon. Seongbin typed the name into his phone and saved it. Now that his business here was done…

　　“I’m leaving. See you around.”

　　Juwon stared back silently.

　　“In the future, come wherever I tell you to. Not a dump like this.”