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Yeon Ji-ho tensed at the sudden shift in Set’s demeanor. Shrouded in darkness, he gazed down at Yeon Ji-ho, his eyes the only things visible.
However, despite his tension, Set’s touch remained infinitely gentle. He silently placed a soft pillow behind Yeon Ji-ho’s back, then calmly began to unbutton his clothes.
Rustle.
The generously sized cardigan he’d put on today shed its buttons one by one with each of Set’s touches. The thick, coarsely woven fabric soon fell to the floor. As Yeon Ji-ho’s swollen belly was finally revealed, Set knelt, reverently bowing his head to press his lips against his abdomen, just below his navel.
“…….”
At that moment, he said nothing, merely bowing his head and gazing at Yeon Ji-ho’s belly for a long time. Perhaps it resembled a silent conversation with Bael.
Even so, Yeon Ji-ho fidgeted with his toes, a restless energy building within him. He knew what was coming, and that only intensified his unease.
The next moment, Set slowly began to remove his own shirt.
As if facing a statue of a Greek god, Set’s tightly knit muscles seemed to breathe. He braced himself on the floor beside Yeon Ji-ho’s waist with both arms, then lowered his head, sharply poking his tongue into Yeon Ji-ho’s navel.
“Hmph!”
Startled by the sudden sensation, Yeon Ji-ho flinched. But Set, not removing his tongue from his navel, soothed him with gentle strokes, slowly licking from his navel downwards.
Set’s movements were vastly different from the reverent act of kissing below his navel a moment ago. As if he had already warned Bael, he meticulously licked every inch of Yeon Ji-ho’s belly, down to his groin.
“Ji-ho. Here… it’s wet.”
Set, who had already pulled Yeon Ji-ho’s lower garments down to his thighs, let out a languid breath over his damp underwear. A hint of amusement tinged his tone, causing Yeon Ji-ho to clench his eyes shut and belatedly try to cover himself with his hands.
“Even covered, it still smells.”
Set narrowed his eyes, focusing on the acacia scent that now filled the room. But it wasn’t just the acacia; a pungent, smoky scent of Set’s pheromones was interwoven throughout.
“……Now I understand. This… this is Ji-ho’s alluring scent.”
A smile played on Set’s lips. Yeon Ji-ho tried to hide his lower body, shamefaced, but the story his scent told was different. It exuded such a captivating fragrance, as if begging to be consumed. Set finally understood why the shape-shifters communicated through ‘pheromones.’
Simultaneously, an overwhelming possessiveness surged through him, a desperate desire to claim Yeon Ji-ho’s scent entirely. If he hadn’t already marked him, Set might have bitten the back of Yeon Ji-ho’s neck again.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
As Set’s arousal intensified, he could no longer control the release of his pheromones, and Yeon Ji-ho was helplessly swayed by them. His toes curled, his waist arched involuntarily. Set, as if understanding Yeon Ji-ho’s feelings, continued.
His tongue, having passed his groin, licked his thighs, knees, and even his hamstrings. The movements were so slow, they should have been frustrating, yet Yeon Ji-ho’s body only grew hotter.
At one point, Set took Yeon Ji-ho’s toe into his mouth, rolling it around like a candy. The sensation of his toes growing wet caused Yeon Ji-ho to let out a damp breath.
“Set…”
Set, taking Yeon Ji-ho’s most sensitive area into his mouth, looked up at him. He looked like a devout believer who loved a god beyond reverence.
He wasn’t one for sweet words, but he sometimes expressed his love for Yeon Ji-ho in this way. Set’s tenderness was solely for Yeon Ji-ho, his love resembling worship, a feeling that nothing could replace.
After a long caress, Set moved up, approaching Yeon Ji-ho’s dick. The moment he took it into his mouth, Yeon Ji-ho felt himself on the verge of climax and instinctively grabbed Set’s hair.
The hair, severely damaged from prolonged sun exposure, was rough. Even with Yeon Ji-ho gripping his hair, Set’s expression remained unchanged as he wrapped his tongue around his shaft from base to tip. When he reached the glans, he playfully probed his urethra with the tip of his tongue.
“Why, why only me…”
Yeon Ji-ho’s voice trailed off, choked with tears. He felt utterly wronged. He wanted to make love with Set, and he certainly didn’t intend to simply receive pleasure passively.
“I’m sorry.”
“……What?”
“Yes, consider this an early atonement for what’s to come.”
Set lowered his eyes, the long shadows of his eyelashes falling across his cheekbones. His characteristic dark, sharp aura intensified.
At that moment, Set reached under Yeon Ji-ho’s buttocks, slowly lifting his hips. He was careful not to strain his belly.
Set’s fingers naturally touched Yeon Ji-ho’s anus, revealing the extent to which it was already wet from the prolonged foreplay. Set smiled faintly, noticing this.
“Ji-ho, do you know what positions are safe for pregnant people?”
“Pos… positions?”
Yeon Ji-ho hesitated, having never considered it in such detail, so Set immediately acted. He turned Yeon Ji-ho onto his side, taking up a position behind him.
“The first is lying on your side.”
Set demonstrated with Yeon Ji-ho, like someone meticulously explaining a position. Yeon Ji-ho, now nestled in Set’s arms, facing the headboard, gasped.
Before them was a large window, offering an unobstructed view of the cityscape. Lost in Set’s caresses, Yeon Ji-ho had forgotten about it, and now he was horrified.
He couldn’t move because something thick pressed against him from behind.
“To avoid straining your belly… like this.”
Set’s dick was fully erect, impossibly hard. Instead of abruptly thrusting it into Yeon Ji-ho, who was still unprepared, he slipped it between his slightly parted thighs.
He felt Set’s length against his buttocks and thighs. Yeon Ji-ho inhaled sharply, unable to retreat, and Set began to move his fingers.
A thick hand reached between their tightly pressed abdomens and backs. The fingers, sliding into the wet opening, didn’t hesitate to explore. Yeon Ji-ho flinched, biting his lower lip.
“It’s alright, Ji-ho. We’ll take it slow today.”
His words were true. Set only inserted one finger, moving it slowly for a long time. The unfortunate thing was that he moved his dick, nestled between Yeon Ji-ho’s thighs, at the same time.
The human body is simple and easily tricked. His dick was only pressed between his thighs, and only one finger was inside, yet the simultaneous movement created the illusion that Set’s dick was penetrating his belly.
Then, another finger joined the first. The scissor-like motion elicited a moan from Yeon Ji-ho.
“Just… just don’t go slow…”
It began to feel frustrating. Yeon Ji-ho longed for the large dick rubbing against his thighs to fully fill his aching hole. As Yeon Ji-ho cried out in plea, Set, watching from behind, said softly,
“No, Ji-ho.”
The resolute tone sounded like the judgment of Yama, the king of hell.
Yeon Ji-ho now desperately wanted to cling to him, crying. This wasn’t for him, the pregnant person. This sex was a slow burn of patience, all for the sake of the child in his belly.
As Yeon Ji-ho glared at him, wanting to cling to him like a child, Set chuckled briefly. Finally sighing, he said,
“Parents shouldn’t be so demanding.”
It can’t be helped.
He seemed to mutter something like that. Yeon Ji-ho didn’t hear what came next.
Because Set immediately lifted Yeon Ji-ho from behind.
When he regained his senses, his legs dangled helplessly in the air, and the hole that had felt empty with only a few fingers inside…
“I’m not ready to be a parent yet either.”
Set’s dick was thrust inside with a crushing force. Yeon Ji-ho couldn’t even scream, his mouth hanging open.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
