The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 19

~Ye Jun~

The VIP room door clicked shut behind us and the music from downstairs turned into this dull thump-thump like a heartbeat with a hangover. I was still swaying a little tequila buzzing hard in my veins, making everything feel too bright and too loud even though it was just the two of us now. Si-woo had pinned against the wall, one hand braced next to my head, the other still gripping my arm like he thought I’d bolt if he let go.

I grinned up at him sloppy, defiant, the kind of grin that usually got punched or kissed, sotis both in the sa night.

"Still waiting for you to prove it, Si woo," I said, voice thick. "Or are we just gonna stand here staring like idiots?"

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared. Eyes flicking over my face, mouth, cheeks, the way my eyes were probably glassy from the drinks and the crying I refused to admit I’d done earlier on that sidewalk. His thumb brushed my jaw. Softly . Too soft. It pissed off.

"Don’t," I snapped, turning my head away. "Don’t do the gentle thing now just because I’m drunk and pathetic. I said fuck . Not cuddle ."

He exhaled hard through his nose. "You’re shaking."

"I’m drunk."

"You’re scared."

I laughed sharp, an. "Of you? Please. You’re the one who looks like he’s about to throw up."

He stepped closer. Body pressing mine into the wall. Not rough. Just... there. His forehead dropped to mine.

"Tell to stop," he muttered. "Say it and I’ll stop."

I swallowed. Throat tight. "I’m not saying stop."

"Then what are you saying?"

I licked my lips. Tasted salt maybe tears, maybe sweat. "I’m saying... this is my first ti. With a guy. Or maybe a girl. Like this."

He froze. Completely. Like soone hit pause on his whole body.

I rushed on before he could say anything stupid. "Don’t... don’t laugh or make it weird or whatever. I’ve fucked around, okay? I’ve made out and stuff. Whatever. But not... not this. Not you. So if you’re gonna be an asshole about it... "

"I’m not." His voice ca out rough. Cracked at the edges. "I’ve never... either."

I blinked. "What?"

"With a man." He swallowed. "Never. Not once. I’ve fucked girls and played with n but I’ve never fucked a guy."

We just stared at each other for a second. Two drunks in a VIP room admitting they were both gay virgins at the one thing we’d been circling for. I snorted. Couldn’t help it.

"Wow," I said.

He huffed a laugh, small and surprised. "Yeah."

Then silence again. Heavy and awkward. But not badly awkward. The kind where you realize you’re both standing on the sa crumbling ledge and neither of you wants to jump first.

I reached up. Fingers in his hair. Tugged lightly. "So... what now? We gonna stand here confessing our virginities all night or are you gonna kiss like you an it?"

He kissed .

Slowly .

This was careful. Lips brushing mine once, twic. Like he was afraid I’d break if he pushed too hard. I hated it and loved it at the sa ti hated how soft it made my knees, loved how it made my chest ache.

I kissed back. Gently. Matching him. Tongues sliding in slowly. No rush. No biting. His hand slid to the back of my neck, thumb stroking the skin there, and I made this embarrassing little sound into his mouth that I’d deny to my grave.

He pulled back just enough to speak. Breath hot against my lips. "You okay?"

"Shut up," I muttered. "Don’t ask that every five seconds. I’m not gonna shatter."

"Not asking because I think you’re fragile." His thumb kept stroking. Slow circles. "Asking because I don’t want to hurt you."

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see it with our foreheads pressed together. "You already hurt tonight. Multiple tis. Family dinner edition. Sidewalk edition. What happened to your weird Fetish you love to see hurt. This is just... bonus rounds."

He winced. "I’m sorry."

"Don’t." I kissed him quick to shut him up. "Don’t apologize. Just... keep going. Slowly . Like this. Don’t stop."

He nodded. Kissed again. Deeper this ti but still careful. His hands sliding down my sides, under my shirt, palms flat against my ribs like he was trying to morize every bone. I arched into it because I couldn’t help it. His mouth left mine, trailed down my jaw, under my ear. Soft sucks. No teeth. Just lips and tongue and warm breath that made shiver.

"It tickles," I complained, half-laughing.

"Sorry," he mumbled against my skin.

"Stop apologizing. It’s annoying."

He huffed against my neck. "This is the only day you’ll ever hear apologize. I’m a lot of things but I’ll never hurt a drunk man."

He bit down just a graze. I yelped. Laughed. "Asshole."

"You like it."

"Shut up."

He kissed the spot he’d bitten. Soft again. Then lower. Collarbone. He tugged my shirt up slowly , giving ti to stop him. I didn’t. Just lifted my arms so he could pull it off. Cool air hit my skin. . His hands were back imdiately warm, covering my chest, thumbs brushing my nipples until they hardened.

I sucked in a breath. "Fuck."

"Good?" he asked. Voice low.

"Yeah. Keep...keep doing that."

He did. Mouth following his hands. Kissing across my chest. Tongue flicking one nipple, then the other. Slow sucks. Gentle pulls with his lips. I threaded my fingers in his hair, holding him there, his hips rocking forward without thinking because my dick was so hard it hurt and every little touch felt so good.

He groaned against my skin. "You’re so fucking sensitive."

"Bla the alcohol," I shot back. Voice shaky. "Or bla you. Your fault either way."

He laughed quietly , and surprised. Kissed down my stomach Slowly . Open-mouthed. Tongue dipping into my navel just to make squirm and curse.

"Ticklish there too?" he teased.

"Fuck off."

He grinned against my skin. I felt it. Then his hands were at my belt. Undoing it slowly. Button then zipper. He looked up at , eyes dark, questioning.

I nodded. "Yeah."

He tugged my jeans down. Boxers too. I stepped out of them. Naked now except for socks which was sohow more embarrassing than being fully bare. I kicked them off fast.

He stayed kneeling. Looked up at . Swallowed hard.

"You’re... beautiful," he said. Quietly . Almost like he didn’t an to say it out loud.

I laughed awkwardly, flustered. "Shut up. Don’t get sappy on now."

"I an it."

"Yeah well... " I reached down, tugged him up by his tie. "Your turn. Strip."

He stood. Hands shaking a little as he undid his shirt. Button by button. I watched. Hungry. He shrugged it off. Undershirt next. Then pants. Boxers. Everything gone.

We stood there. Naked Hard and Staring.

I laughed again nervous this ti. "We’re really doing this."

"Yeah."

He stepped closer. Arms around . Pulled in. Skin on skin. Heat. His dick pressed against my stomach hot and leaking. Mine trapped between us. We both groaned at the contact.

"Bed," he muttered. "There’s a couch. Better than the wall."

I nodded. Let him lead . The couch was big, leather, cool against my back when he pushed down gently. He followed. Covered . Weight perfect and not crushing, just there.

We kissed again. Slowl and deep. Hands roaming. His fingers traced my sides, my hips, the crease where thigh t groin. Teasing. Never quite touching where I wanted.

I whined. "Stop teasing."

"Not teasing." He kissed my throat. "Learning."

"Learning what?"

"You." Kiss to my collarbone. "What makes you shake." Kissed lower. "What makes you moan."

I moaned right on cue. Pathetic.

He smiled against my skin. "That."

"Asshole."

"Yeah."

He moved down again. Kissed my chest. Sucked each nipple slowly until I was arching, fingers in his hair, begging without words. Then lower. Stomach. Hips. Inner thighs. Soft kisses. Open mouth. Tongue tracing lines that made twitch.

I was leaking onto my stomach. He saw. Swiped a thumb through it. Brought it to his mouth. Tasted.

My brain short-circuited.

"Fuck," I breathed. "That’s.... hot."

He looked up. Smirked. "Good to know."

Then he was kissing the head of my dick. Soft. Just lips. No tongue yet. I bucked and cursed.

"Easy," he murmured. "We’ve got ti."

"No we don’t. I’m gonna die if you don’t... "

He licked. Slow stripe from base to tip. I cried out loud, embarrassing.

"Si-woo... "

"Shh." He took in his mouth. Slow. Shallow and warm. His wet tongue was flat against the underside.

I saw stars. Actual stars.

He bobbed. Gently and carefully . Hand wrapping around what he couldn’t fit. Stroking in ti.

I was babbling. "Fuck....fuck...good..

so good...don’t stop..."

He humd. The vibration made jerk.

I tugged his hair. "Up. Co here."

He pulled off with a wet pop. Crawled back up. Kissed . I tasted myself on his tongue. Dirty and Perfect.

My turn.

I pushed him onto his back. Straddled his thighs. Kissed him hard less gentle now, hungrier. Then down his neck. Bit his collarbone just to hear him groan. Chest. Nipples then I pinched, and sucked and teased until he was panting.

Lower.

I kissed his stomach. The line of hair leading down. Then his dick hard, flushed, leaking. I licked the tip. Salty and so like him.

He cursed. Hand in my hair.

I took him in slowly . As much as I could. He groaned deep and wrecked.

"Ye-jun... fuck... slow down or I’ll... "

I pulled off. Grinned up at him. "Not yet."

I crawled back up. Kissed him again. Bodies sliding together. Dicks rubbing hot, slick. We both moaned into each other’s mouths.

Hands everywhere. His fingers slipped between my cheeks gently,

I tensed. Then I relaxed. Whispered against his lips. "I want you inside ."

He froze and looked at . Serious now. "You sure?"

"Yeah."

"I don’t want to hurt you."

"You won’t."

He kissed . Soft and sweet. Reached for his jacket on the floor pulled out lube and a condom from the pocket.

I laughed breathless. "Prepared, huh?"

"We’ll, chances are low but not zero."

"Wait what?"

He slicked his fingers. Slowly. Kissed while he did it. Then carefully circled my hole. Pressed. Gentle.

I tensed again.

"Breathe," he murmured. "Relax."

I tried. He pushed one finger in. Slowly . So slow.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Keep going."

He did. In and out. Gentle thrusts. Adding a second when I started rocking back.

I gasped. Arched. "There... fuck... there..."

He rubbed it. Slow circles. I was shaking. Moaning and begging.

"Si-woo... please... " I wasn’t even acting now I actually wanted him in .

He pulled his fingers out. Rolled the condom on. Slicked himself. Positioned.

And looked at .

Eyes locked.

"Tell if you need to stop."

"I won’t."

He pressed forward.

Slowly .

The head breaching.

I held my breath.