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“Hyung-nim... haa...”
Shallow huffs passed through Tang Bo’s lips as he watched his index finger, slick with spilled wine, disappear into his friend’s warm cavern.
Chung Myung swallowed around the digit, eyes half-lidded and drunk. He held Tang Bo’s hand in his own, manipulating it as he pleased, licking up every drop of the sweet liquid.
Chung Myung had no idea what he was doing. He was too intoxicated, out of his mind.
Tang Bo knew he should have pushed him off the moment Chung Myung started acting weird. It was his overzealous grab for the bottle that had knocked it over in the first place, soaking Tang Bo’s hand and sleeve. He worried that if he hadn’t let Chung Myung do as he pleased with it, he would have gone straight for the wine on the floor instead.
Chung Myung was good, better than he had any right to be. The way he swirled and dipped his tongue between the tender space of his fingers, insistently pressing against the skin there, sent a tingly sensation straight to Tang Bo’s groin.
Tang Bo could feel the heat rising to his face, the absurdity of the situation pressing down on him. His chest thudded hard, his stomach in knots.
Part of him wanted to pull back, end it before it went too far. But another part of him longed to stay, to feel every deliberate, teasing drag of Chung Myung’s tongue along his fingers. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure.
“Hyung-nim, stop... it’s clean now. There’s no more.”
Chung Myung hummed, seeming to disagree.
The back of Tang Bo’s neck burned, embarrassed by how overwhelming the vibrations felt. His mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for words. He finally settled on, “Is it tasty?”
Chung Myung eased the slippery fingers out of his mouth, exhaling over his palm, and nodded.
“That tickles, Hyung...” Tang Bo shivered at the chill, his heart skipping a beat.
Why was this bastard so skilled at this?!
Chung Myung blinked at him, then smirked as if Tang Bo’s reaction amused him. “Then don’t move,” he said, taking the fingers back in.
“Hyung... Hyung... Right there. Oh, you’re so good. Amazing... Hyung- Ouch- You bit me!”
Chung Myung nibbled on the skin he just assaulted. He spoke around the obstruction in his mouth, lips curling in a lazy smile, “You talk too much.”
Tang Bo flexed his fingers and swallowed, knowing Chung Myung wouldn’t remember this tomorrow. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.