The lingering excitement from the heat was not the cause. Haon’s mind was clearer than ever. It was simply a pure, voluntary desire—to be held in Inho’s arms. He wished Inho’s tender hands would touch him more, wished that his scent would seep deep into every corner of his body. This was a distinctly different longing from what he had felt during the heat. Haon was gradually realizing the difference.
“You must still be hurting.”
Inho, having fully climbed onto the bed, murmured. He supported his weight on his knees and arms, hovering over Haon. As their bodies pressed together, Haon’s quickened breaths grew louder.
“I’m not hurting…”
Haon whimpered, nuzzling the tip of his nose against Inho’s cheek. Where he had learned to do such a thing, Inho didn’t know. Suppressing the dizziness swirling in his head, Inho chuckled softly.
“Haon, I know your body better than you do.”
Inho’s gentle hand slipped between Haon’s cheeks. At the same time, Haon inhaled sharply enough for a faint huff sound to escape. Even through the blanket covering them, Inho’s touch was vividly felt.
“You’re still very swollen. I can’t put it in.”
“It’s… okay…”
“Your temperature’s still high, too.”
Seeing Inho’s firm refusal, Haon’s lips drooped ever so slightly in disappointment. He looked like he was thinking, But you said you’d give me anything.
“Everything except that, I’ll do for you.”
Inho smiled apologetically and stamped a kiss on Haon’s sulky lips, a soft smooch sound filling the air. Even so, Haon merely fiddled with Inho’s neck, his pouty expression lingering.
It was natural to be upset—this was the first time he had ever gathered the courage to ask, only to be rejected. Watching the dejected Haon, Inho held back his wavering heart and nibbled lightly on Haon’s reddened earlobe.
“There’s still plenty we can do without putting it in.”
At Inho’s low whisper, Haon’s already flushed face grew even hotter. After being the one to seduce him first, Haon now couldn’t even bear to meet Inho’s gaze, twisting his head away sharply. But he didn’t completely pull away—he clung tightly to Inho’s neck instead.
Inho nipped at Haon’s plump earlobe with his front teeth, then traced along the rim with his tongue. When Haon squirmed his hips in response, Inho even dared to slip his tongue lightly into Haon’s ear.
“Ah…”
A soft moan slipped out, and embarrassed, Haon buried his face into Inho’s neck, claiming it tickled. Inho continued to languidly tease Haon’s ear with his tongue, savoring every reaction. Haon didn’t seem to dislike it.
“Inho…”
Pressed close against Inho’s large body, Haon let out a faint whimper, calling his name. Even though it was just his ear being teased, Haon’s eyes were already half-lidded, glazed over.
“Yes, Haon.”
“Aren’t you cold?”
Haon swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth and asked a completely out-of-the-blue question.
“It must be cold for you… Cover up with the blanket.”
Haon lifted the blanket he had been using alone, giving Inho a look that told him to come inside. Because the blanket was wedged between them, he couldn’t feel Inho’s body heat very well.
“I’m not cold.”
Inho shrugged lightly and pressed a kiss against Haon’s pink-tinged cheek. Even though he understood what Haon meant, he pretended not to.
“Then… are you hot?”
Haon, panting, fumbled for the right words and asked another question. Inho held back a laugh, rolled his eyes slightly, and said, “Yeah, I guess so.”
“I’m hot too.”
At those words, Haon immediately tried to wriggle out from under the blanket. But Inho was holding it down with his elbow, making it difficult.
“I’m hot,”
Haon tugged at the blanket, signaling for Inho to move aside. Inho chuckled quietly and suddenly pulled Haon into a tight embrace.
He planted kisses all over Haon’s face, wrapped his arms around his slender waist, and lifted his upper body. Then, along with the blanket that had been separating them, he stripped Haon’s pants off.
“Are you really hot?”
The sound of pajamas hitting the floor mingled with Inho’s low voice.
Haon, clinging to Inho, glanced bashfully down at his now bare legs and quickly nodded. When he realized that Inho’s fingertips were brushing against his underwear, his heart pounded wildly.
Inho, gazing intently down at Haon, lightly touched the front of the now slightly bulging underwear. Haon flinched, letting out a hot breath, and instinctively wrapped his arms around Inho’s waist. Lifting his chin slightly, he silently asked for a kiss.
But Inho didn’t kiss him. Instead, he simply cupped Haon’s hardened arousal with his palm.
“How do you want me to touch you?”
Inho’s large hand covered Haon’s growing need without applying any real pressure. Even that was overwhelming stimulation for Haon, who let out a trembling moan.
“Tell me. Everything. One thing at a time.”
Though Haon’s expressions and gestures already spoke volumes, Inho wanted to hear it clearly. He wanted to hear Haon say, with his own sweet voice, how much he needed him. Only then would the gnawing anxiety inside him ease a little.
“M-Mm…”
Haon, curling his toes, opened and closed his wet lips, then leaned his forehead against Inho’s shoulder. His heart felt like it was going to explode. Still, he struggled to force the words out.
Taking a deep breath, he met Inho’s gaze and tried again. Inho, as always, watched over him patiently, without a hint of rush.
“Touch me… here…”
Haon gripped Inho’s shoulders tightly and lifted his hips just slightly. His hardened lower half pressed eagerly against Inho’s hand, and at the same time, Haon’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red. Even his lower lip trembled faintly.
Inho bit Haon’s trembling lip gently, then slowly pulled down the tight underwear. Sliding the garment off Haon’s slender legs, he tossed it under the bed before stretching his hand toward the nightstand drawer.
The soft click of the drawer opening made Haon, who had been sucking on Inho’s tongue, turn his head. Inho was pulling something out from the drawer, all the while still caressing Haon’s burning erection with his other hand.
“Hhht.”
At the sensation of Inho’s hand stroking along the hardened shaft, Haon squeezed his eyes shut and shivered. The stimulation up front made his entrance reflexively clench. Even Inho could feel the tight muscles of Haon’s rear twitching.
“Haon, here.”
Leaning down, Inho popped open the cap of the ointment he had retrieved from the drawer and lightly flicked Haon’s tip with his tongue.
“Can I taste you?”
He squeezed a generous amount of the ointment onto his index finger and licked at the pre-cum that had started to leak out. It was so diluted that it had no discernible taste.
Haon, who had been breathing heavily but otherwise staying still, suddenly widened his eyes as he processed what was happening.
“I-I didn’t clean up…!”
“It’s fine.”
Without hesitation, Inho traced his tongue up along Haon’s rigid shaft. Though Haon squirmed and his face twisted in embarrassment, Inho didn’t stop.
“I-I’ll do it myself…”
When Inho tried to take him into his mouth, Haon, unable to endure the unfamiliar sensation any longer, pushed against Inho’s shoulder. It was too overwhelming in his clear-headed state—he felt like something strange, not semen but something like urine, might leak out.
“You don’t like receiving?”
Sensing that Haon’s push wasn’t just from shyness but genuine discomfort, Inho paused and instead massaged Haon’s buttocks. He gently spread the ointment over the cleft of Haon’s rear and the swollen wrinkles surrounding it.
Feeling the touch below, Haon whimpered reflexively, his eyes blinking in confusion. Inho read the hesitance written all over his face.
“You’ve never been on the receiving end, have you?”
Haon gave a small nod, his voice barely a whisper: “Yes…”
Inho, now caressing Haon’s sweat-damp nape, leaned up briefly to kiss him. Haon immediately responded, eagerly parting his lips and meeting Inho’s tongue. Inho gently grazed his even teeth over Haon’s tongue before pulling away.
Haon gazed at him with a look of longing, his tongue peeking out slightly, seemingly unaware of it himself.
“If you don’t want to, you know you can say so.”
Inho whispered, pulling Haon’s wrist up and placing it against his own left chest, right over his heart. He then pressed another kiss against Haon’s plump, peeking tongue before bending down again. He moved slowly, painstakingly carefully, so Haon could push him away at any moment if he wished.
“Ah… ngh…”
When his cock slipped into Inho’s warm mouth, Haon instinctively curled his body inward. Inho pressed his tongue against the leaking slit like he was kissing it, sucking gently along the shaft.
Haon let out a ragged breath, his mind spinning, but he didn’t push Inho away. Partly because he no longer had the strength, but mostly because his dazed, whitewashed mind welcomed the unfamiliar pleasure.
Watching Haon’s reactions carefully, Inho, who had at first only teased the tip, suddenly took him all the way down to the root.
“Hhht…”
Haon, draped over Inho’s back, felt the tip of his nose brushing against the bright strands of hair that moved endlessly up and down. With a dazed expression, Haon let out a deep moan, his mouth gaping wordlessly.
He wanted to call out, Inho-ssi, but no sound came out.
The sensation was entirely different from the aching need he felt during his heat; it tingled all the way down to his toes.
The pleasure without pain was unfamiliar. It felt so good that he wondered where his fear had disappeared to.
‘So this is… what it feels like to feel good.’
He was realizing it for the first time, and the fact that it was Inho giving him that first experience made his heart flutter even more. It was as if countless sprouted seeds were filling his chest, growing rapidly under Inho’s breath, forming buds that were about to bloom.
“Haah… Ah, In, Inh…”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Haon’s shoulders quivered. The electric sensation that had started at his toes surged all the way up to the crown of his head, leaving him drenched in a heavy, dizzying wave of pleasure. Haon could do nothing but gasp for breath, until, belatedly, he pushed against Inho’s shoulder.
“A-Ah… I’m sorry…”
He couldn’t hold back and ended up releasing into Inho’s mouth. Flustered, Haon hurriedly tried to lift Inho’s upper body.
“D-Did you swallow it?!”
Haon, reaching out his hands as if trying to urge Inho to spit it out, froze in place with his mouth agape. Inho had lifted his head, licking his lower lip. He even cleaned up the remaining cloudy liquid around his mouth with his tongue, then flashed Haon a mischievous smile.
“It wasn’t bad.”
“Why… why would you eat that…?”
Haon was too shocked to even register Inho’s words; he simply stared at his lips. He frantically checked if there was anything left in Inho’s mouth, but it had already all slid down his throat.
“Why waste something so precious?”
Inho teased with a deliberately playful tone. For Haon, who only knew of the shameful act of being forced to swallow, it was unbelievable.
“From now on, everything of yours belongs to me. And everything of mine belongs to you.”
Saying he wouldn’t carelessly throw away anything precious, Inho pulled the stunned Haon tightly into his arms. Truthfully, he had enjoyed pleasuring him, but he regretted not being able to see Haon’s face while doing so.
Now, wanting to gaze at him as much as he had missed, he leaned back. But Haon, his ears burning bright red, lowered his head too deeply for Inho to see.
“Haon.”
Worried he might be crying, Inho called out to him gently. Haon only gave a small nod, keeping his lips tightly shut.
“Are you mad?”
This time, Haon’s round face shook side to side. His lips seemed to mouth a faint no.
“Then look at me.”
Inho pressed a kiss to Haon’s deeply bowed forehead, trying to coax him. But Haon’s flushed, overheated face still refused to meet his gaze.
Taking a few steady breaths as if bracing himself, Haon suddenly placed his hand over Inho’s lips. And then he whispered, so softly, but with unwavering resolve—
“Inho-ssi…”
In a tone that left no room for refusal.
“I want you to put it in.”
