Side Story 2. One More Happy Ending (4)
Sehun’s face was just as flushed with excitement as Jian’s. Sehun gazed at Jian as if trying to memorize his face while thrusting his hips forcefully.
“Ugh…!”
Jian’s eyes welled up with tears as Sehun’s dick prodded his sensitive inner walls, which were still tender from his recent climax. Whenever they had sex, his tear ducts became as fragile as a child’s.
His eyes were already stinging. When he blinked with difficulty, teardrops that had gathered on his eyelashes rolled down his cheeks.
“You’re seriously too sexy, hyung.”
Sehun embraced Jian’s shoulders and whispered softly. His eyes still swam with unabated excitement as he looked at Jian.
The sensations felt through all five senses were so stimulating that Sehun felt insufficient even while holding Jian.
“Don’t show this side of yourself to anyone else. You should only cry in front of me.”
Sehun gently bit Jian’s cheek while pressing against a swollen spot inside him. A faint teeth mark appeared on his round cheek.
Like offering medicine after causing an injury, Sehun sucked on the marked area with his lips, causing Jian to moan with a sob and tense his thighs. His smooth skin rubbed against Sehun’s muscle-filled waist.
As Jian moved his hips more actively to match Sehun’s rhythm, his once dark eyes became completely unfocused.
“Ah, ugh, w-wait a moment…”
Jian shook his head at the rapid pace that pushed his body backward. Even as tears flowed, his vision quickly blurred.
It was useless to cry until his eyes were sore. Sehun wouldn’t let Jian escape. He embraced Jian’s entire body like a vine and continuously heightened the pleasure.
A strange sensation came from Jian’s dick, which was twitching without being fully erect.
With a feeling similar to the urge to urinate, Jian pounded Sehun’s shoulder with his fist, but this only further stimulated Sehun, who had already lost his reason.
His inner walls convulsed, and his widely spread thighs trembled. Jian’s lips fell open at the sensation of being filled beyond capacity, like water overflowing from a cup.
Sehun’s body was so close that it was difficult to distinguish whose heartbeat was pounding against their pressed chests.
Despite being pinned under Sehun’s body, which felt like an enormous boulder, Jian felt more frenzied than overwhelmed.
Moans continuously burst from his throat. As soon as he felt the liberating sensation of a taut string finally snapping, a tingling feeling spread throughout his body.
“Hnngh, ah, uh…”
Sehun embraced Jian’s trembling body and nuzzled his forehead against Jian’s nape. Sehun couldn’t hold back any longer as Jian’s inner walls squeezed around him.
Jian closed his eyes with a shudder at the hot sensation filling him inside. He wished he could lose consciousness rather than acknowledge the wet feeling on his stomach, but his stamina seemed unusually good today.
“Hyung…”
The drawn-out “hyuuung” filled Jian’s ears. Despite the affectionate call, Jian stubbornly kept his eyes closed.
His face was burning, but for a different reason than before. The breath tickling his philtrum felt so hot that he couldn’t bring himself to meet Sehun’s eyes.
“Squirt for me again. It felt so good just now…”
At these words that brought him back to reality, Jian covered his face with his hands. He knew that intense pleasure could make one release fluids other than semen, but having experienced it directly made his mind go completely blank.
Sehun grabbed Jian’s hands, pulled them down, and interlaced their fingers. His small face was completely flushed. As he kissed Jian’s tear-covered temple, he slowly began moving his hips again, as if it wasn’t over yet.
“Don’t pass out without me today.”
Jian wanted to argue that it wasn’t as easy as Sehun made it sound, but instead of answering, he wrapped his arms around Sehun’s neck as small moans escaped him.
After all, despite the embarrassment and overwhelming sensations, he enjoyed sex with Sehun just as much.
* * *
“Why aren’t you opening your eyes… Daddy, are you in a lot of pain?”
A chirping, babbling voice was faintly audible. It was Semi’s voice.
Hearing the voice full of concern, Jian tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids only fluttered slightly, as if two sticky rice cakes were attached to them.
“He’s just a little tired. Let’s go downstairs and play ball while Daddy sleeps a bit more.”
“Yes, yes! Can Dojin come too?”
“Sure. You two can be a team.”
“Yay!”
The voices of Sehun and Semi gradually faded away. After hearing the door close, Jian’s consciousness, which had briefly surfaced, sank deep again.
When he opened his eyes again, Jian noticed his vision was narrower than usual and let out a deep sigh.
His throat felt scratchy too. From all the moaning, his vocal cords felt strained. He slowly turned to his side and got up.
His limbs felt as heavy as water-soaked cotton. He wanted to drink water, but even lifting his arm seemed difficult as his entire body lacked strength.
Just how long did I sleep…
His swollen eyes searched for the clock on the nightstand.
5:34 PM.
Jian blinked at the time he could hardly believe.
He had tried to stay awake at Sehun’s request but had fallen asleep around 3 AM. The fact that he’d slept for over twelve hours shocked him, but before he could dwell on it, he heard the door opening.
“Hyung, how are you feeling?”
Unlike Jian, who felt half-dead, Sehun was brimming with vitality, his face practically glowing. Is this the age difference? Feeling aches not just in his limbs but throughout his body, Jian gazed blankly at Sehun.
“You look thirsty. Let’s drink some water and then have some abalone porridge. I made some earlier. If you’re too exhausted, should we try a recovery potion instead of water?”
Is it written on my face? Jian touched his swollen face and shook his head. His condition wasn’t serious enough to warrant a recovery potion.
He just felt weak, as if he’d starved for three days and caught a cold.
“Water, please…”
After speaking, Jian clutched his throat. The inside of his throat felt as cracked as drought-stricken farmland.
Sehun quickly approached and let Jian lean against him. With a flick of his fingers, a water bottle flew from the table.
Jian eagerly gulped down the water as soon as the bottle touched his lips. As his thirst was quenched, his foggy mind cleared somewhat.
Sehun crushed the empty water bottle and tossed it into the trash. Jian rested the back of his head on Sehun’s shoulder and looked up at him.
“Why didn’t you wake me? It must have been hard taking care of the kids alone.”
“You were sleeping so peacefully. It wasn’t hard at all. Dojin is naturally well-behaved, and Semi got tired after playing ball for two hours and took a three-hour nap.”
Two hours of ball play… Just the thought made Jian feel dizzy, and he smiled weakly. Unlike him, Sehun had abundant energy, which was fortunate.
Even if it meant Jian couldn’t leave the bed the day after they had sex, Sehun’s energy was perfect for raising two energetic children.
“And Hyunsu is downstairs now. With Leo hyung.”
“Really?”
Due to their focus on soundproofing, noise from the first floor wouldn’t reach the second-floor bedroom unless there was a huge commotion.
Realizing he’d been lying in bed while guests were in the house, Jian left Sehun’s warm embrace. As soon as his feet touched the bedroom floor, his body wobbled slightly.
Sehun moved to his side to support him. Jian groaned as his legs trembled like a newborn fawn’s.
Despite knowing that being the receiving partner was harder, this seemed excessive. He had started exercising with Sehun to build stamina, but it clearly wasn’t enough.
“I think we need to get you some herbal supplements.”
Sehun seemed to have similar thoughts as he supported Jian while mentioning supplements. Jian could only nod slightly, unable to say he was fine.
With Sehun’s help, Jian freshened up in the bathroom and went downstairs to find the living room in commotion.
“Semi, I think my nails are getting more and more colorful…”
“They’re so pretty… What about blue?”
Leo was sweating nervously while surrendering all ten fingers to Semi, while Hyunsu sat shoulder to shoulder with Dojin, absorbed in a handheld game.
The sound effects from the game were distracting. It was surprising to see Dojin, who normally showed no interest in games, playing together with Hyunsu.
“Jian hyung!”
Hyunsu brightened upon seeing Jian. He’d come to visit since it had been difficult to see Jian lately, but hearing he was sick, Hyunsu hadn’t gone upstairs.
“You must really be sick. Your dark circles reach your chin.”
Leo also greeted Jian while offering his right hand to Semi. Jian sat on the sofa with an awkward smile.
“Hyung, if it gets too much, escape to my place. I’ll protect you.”
While his hands busily worked the game console, Hyunsu sat next to Jian and made an unexpected comment. Sehun, who was heading to the kitchen to heat up porridge for Jian, raised an eyebrow.
Despite feeling Sehun’s piercing gaze, Hyunsu steadfastly gave Jian a reassuring look.
“I’m fine. Just a bit tired. But what brings you two here?”
“I wanted to see your face, hyung. And play with the kids too.”
Since Sehun had adopted the two children, Hyunsu had acted as if he were their real uncle.
“Leo hyung also said it was his day off, so I brought him along.”
Jian chuckled at Leo, who had now given up and was actually recommending nail polish color combinations to Semi.
“Hyunwoo hyung and the others said they’d be done with work soon, so I invited them all. I tempted them by saying Han Sehun would cook something delicious.”
No sooner had Hyunsu finished speaking than a loud clattering sound came from the kitchen. After Sehun’s cooking skills had improved tremendously, Hyunsu often invited people to Jian and Sehun’s house like this.
Every time, Sehun would show his displeasure, but he had never truly been annoyed with Hyunsu. It was thanks to living with Jian that he had learned to socialize with others.
This was also possible because Hyunsu didn’t barge in like this often.
“Hyung, let’s eat the porridge.”
Sehun emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron. While Jian finished a bowl of abalone porridge that Sehun had prepared, Hyunwoo, Jihwan, and Jungsu arrived just in time for dinner, as Hyunsu had predicted.
When Jihwan entered with a loud laugh, Sehun was boiling bossam (boiled pork) in a large pot with a stoic expression.
After gaining strength from the porridge, Jian helped Sehun set a lavish table. Appetizing bossam, oyster kimchi, napa cabbage, and various wrapping vegetables were placed in the center of the table.
Yesterday’s hamburger steak had also transformed into mini balls and occupied one side of the table.
“Sehun, when you retire, let’s open a restaurant together. With cooking skills like this, we could become millionaires.”
After tasting a wrap filled with bossam and oyster kimchi on cabbage, Hyunwoo looked at Sehun with sparkling eyes. Although Jian was a good cook, Sehun’s cooking skills were on par with a professional chef’s.
Sehun barely acknowledged the comment as he busily served food onto Jian’s and the children’s plates.
“I’m seriously tearing up. Who would have thought Han Sehun would become so domestic?”
Hyunsu went even further, dramatically sniffling as he made a wrap. From his words alone, one might think he had raised Sehun himself.
“It’s so delicious…”
Semi’s cheeks flushed red as she ate the bossam meat that Jian had torn into bite-sized pieces for her. Dojin was also quietly but quickly nibbling on his bossam.
Jian suddenly wanted to preserve this moment. He was happy to have precious people gathered in one place, eating delicious food and talking about everyday life.
It felt like he had achieved the family he had dreamed of since childhood.
The emotion he had felt while raising Sehun floated in his heart like a balloon at this moment.
“Hyung, say ‘ah.'”
Suddenly, a bite-sized wrap approached his lips. When he turned his gaze, Sehun was smiling faintly at him.
Sehun had noticed that Jian’s chopsticks had slowed down at some point as he was absorbed in the atmosphere.
As he ate the wrap filled with affection, Jian smiled brightly, making even onlookers feel happy.
The deprivation he experienced in his childhood and the breathtaking moments when he nearly lost Sehun all felt like distant memories compared to the precious emotions he felt now.
Today, tomorrow, and in the distant future, these moments would continue.
Sehun’s smiling face was dazzling. It felt like a dream that the once young child had grown up and was now by his side.
If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.
With this romantic thought, Jian made a wrap and fed it to Sehun. His heart fluttered at Sehun’s beautiful smile.
Just then, the setting sun outside the panoramic window dyed the living room crimson, as if assuring that this moment of happiness would last forever.
<End of Side Story 2>
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
This is so cute I love it 🥹