#58
The sheer, unhidden sincerity in Junghyun’s emotions was intoxicating—though he himself seemed completely unaware of it.
“You want it? My pheromones?”
Junghyun nodded.
At his answer, Seunghyeok began releasing his pheromones—very slowly, in the smallest amounts, careful not to overwhelm him.
He watched Junghyun’s face closely.
If he saw even the slightest crack, he’d cut it off immediately. Junghyun bit his lower lip as he traced Seunghyeok’s face with his fingers. His complexion paled—just slightly, but noticeably—and Seunghyeok shut off his pheromones at once.
“No, it’s okay. I’m fine. Keep going. I can handle it.”
Junghyun shook his head. The fact that he had to say he could handle it meant he was struggling—but Seunghyeok managed to swallow the question burning on his tongue.
“It’s okay,” Junghyun repeated, as if trying to convince himself. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead as he forced himself to endure. Seunghyeok couldn’t just pretend that effort wasn’t there.
He wanted Junghyun to stop if it was truly unpleasant, but he also didn’t want to discourage him from trying. In the end, Seunghyeok began releasing his pheromones again—very weakly.
Junghyun let out a soft sigh, his hips twitching slightly.
He was getting aroused by Seunghyeok’s pheromones. Through the fabric, Seunghyeok could feel his hardening cock. The fact that Junghyun wasn’t just feeling disgust was a relief.
Junghyun’s hips began moving with clearer intent.
Watching him get excited like this was torture. But until he got permission, Seunghyeok couldn’t lay a hand on him.
His breathing grew heavier, unmistakably laced with arousal.
Still fully clothed, Junghyun had been grinding against him—but now his hand moved to undo his zipper. The sound of the teeth parting sent a jolt through Seunghyeok’s senses. He watched silently as Junghyun, with clumsy fingers, pulled out his own cock.
The urge to pin him down and bury himself in that hot body was almost unbearable. Seunghyeok took a deep breath, forcing a laugh into his voice.
“So this is what you meant by ‘stay still and don’t do anything’?” “I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what? I told you to keep your eyes open, not close them.”
Junghyun’s lips twitched at the teasing remark. But once his cock was out, he hesitated—too nervous to go further. Only after pressing his face against Seunghyeok’s shoulder did he slowly wrap his hand around himself and begin stroking up and down.
Feeling Junghyun’s pheromones growing stronger, Seunghyeok slowly blinked. Respecting his will was one thing, but this was torture—like dangling food in front of a starving man and telling him not to eat.
The wet, obscene sound of flesh being rubbed filled the air as Seunghyeok asked:
“Ever done this alone before?” “…Not in front of someone.” “Then it doesn’t count.”
Junghyun’s hot breath ghosted over him.
With a small moan, Junghyun lifted his forehead from Seunghyeok’s shoulder and kissed him.
“I want to feel more of your pheromones.”
Seunghyeok increased the output slightly in response. Junghyun closed his eyes, savoring them.
“Mmn… uhn… mmn.”
His hand moved faster around his cock, his moans growing louder in proportion. The slick, squelching sound of precome grew more pronounced. But then, after a few quick strokes, his hand suddenly stopped.
“S-Sorry. I’m not doing it right.”
His entire face flushed crimson, his brows drooping. His body was emitting thick, intoxicating pheromones—enough to drive any alpha wild. Seunghyeok narrowed his eyes, as if blinded, studying his lover’s face in minute detail.
“Yeah. Why are you so bad at this? You’re embarrassing me.” “Huh?”
Junghyun’s eyes widened at the teasing. His already flushed face burned even hotter. His long lashes fluttered up and down, his light brown irises—almost green in the right light—locked onto Seunghyeok’s.
“Seunghyeok-hyung.”
His watery eyes were hazy with arousal. Junghyun took Seunghyeok’s hand, which had been resting on the sofa, and pressed it to his face. His palm felt the heat of Junghyun’s soft, pliant cheek.
“Hyung, touch me.”
Finally given permission, Seunghyeok stroked Junghyun’s cheek with his thumb before slowly kissing him. Junghyun’s mouth was scorching. When Seunghyeok slid his tongue inside, probing the small, soft flesh, Junghyun hesitated before responding. The intimate brush of their mucous membranes made it feel like they were touching far deeper than just their mouths.
Junghyun let out a small, needy sound, then—after a moment’s hesitation—wrapped his arms around Seunghyeok’s neck, pulling him close. His hot body, his rapidly pounding heartbeat, pressed against him.
When Seunghyeok slipped his hand under Junghyun’s clothes, he let out a tiny gasp. His fingertips found a hardened nipple, and when he flicked it, Junghyun broke the kiss with a breathy exhale.
Seunghyeok’s hand slid into Junghyun’s open pants, gripping his small, round ass. The cleft was already soaked with slick.
Junghyun fumbled with Seunghyeok’s zipper, freeing his cock. Seunghyeok’s trapped erection sprang out, already leaking. Even after being with each other several times, Junghyun stared at it as if seeing it for the first time, then carefully wrapped his fingers around it. Just that alone made Seunghyeok’s vision swim, like he was on the verge of coming.
Junghyun’s slender fingers moved slowly up and down the shaft. Seunghyeok let out an involuntary sigh, and Junghyun studied his expression.
“Want to put it in?”
It was an odd question—not I want you to, but asking for his preference. Seunghyeok looked at him.
“What do you want?” “Me? I…”
Junghyun faltered, unable to answer easily. Seunghyeok rubbed his lower back encouragingly.
“Tell me. What do you want to do?”
Junghyun seemed to hesitate—not because he didn’t know his own mind, but because he was unsure if he should say it aloud. Seunghyeok could wait as long as it took.
After a moment, Junghyun lowered his eyes and whispered:
“I… just want to stay like this for now.” “You sure? Then let’s keep it like this.”
Seunghyeok kissed his jaw, but Junghyun still looked uncertain.
“But… is it really okay? I mean, I’m fine with this, but I don’t know if you—ah!”
Seunghyeok rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against Junghyun’s, making him gasp, his lips trembling.
“Okay? I’m so hard just from rubbing our cocks together I could burst. Junghyun.” “Ah…” “I get this turned on just from you touching me with your hands. Want to test it?” “Ah, Hyung—mmn.”
That wasn’t an exaggeration. The mere graze of Junghyun’s fingers made precome bead at Seunghyeok’s tip. Junghyun watched, mesmerized, as his index finger circled the slit. Seunghyeok didn’t bother stifling his groan.
“See?”
A fresh wave of pheromones surged from Junghyun’s body.
“Can I… touch yours?”
It was phrased like a question, but his hand was already wrapped around Seunghyeok’s cock—lightly, almost too gently. He stroked up and down, and the thought of Junghyun touching himself like this made Seunghyeok even harder. His cock swelled further, and Junghyun’s eyes widened.
“Ah, it’s getting bigger?” “Because you’re being so cute.” “…Huh?”
Seunghyeok pressed a light kiss to his nape. Junghyun was looking at him with a complicated expression.
“Am I that bad at this?” “No, you’re not bad—it just… tickles a little when you hold it like that.” “Ah! S-Sorry!”
The moment Junghyun’s hand slipped away, Seunghyeok caught it, wrapping both their hands around their cocks. Even hard, Junghyun’s was softer than his—almost plush in comparison.
Seunghyeok wanted to take it in his mouth, to suck and lick until the already tender head grew even more sensitive. He wanted to taste the salty precome dripping from the slit.
He swallowed the rising urge and spoke:
“I said it tickles, not to stop.” “Y-Yes?”
Confused, Junghyun blinked rapidly, not immediately grasping the meaning.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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