“Ngh...! Ah!”
Yueul’s hips jerked involuntarily, his weasel ears springing up from where they had been tucked back.
Yueul squeezed his eyes shut, covering his mouth with his hand.
Feeling the telltale tremor, Wooheon let go and took the shaft fully into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he moved.
He pinned Yueul’s writhing waist with one hand, pressing his other hand firmly against his lower belly.
Yueul’s legs moved restlessly, lightly tapping Wooheon’s head.
“Haah... No, I’m...!”
With Wooheon’s mouth taking him in deeply, Yueul felt himself slipping further into euphoric bliss.
As the tip hit his palate, Wooheon’s faint fangs grazed along the taut skin.
As the black mamba tongue returned to a human tongue in his mouth, Wooheon tasted a tangy, thick fluid.
Semen spilled out from Yueul’s shaking penis, filling his mouth.
Wooheon frowned slightly at the bitter taste coating his tongue.
“Ungh... Wh-why did you....”
Yueul whimpered, his hips still trembling.
