#75
Jaeha likes Eunhong.
That once simple emotion had become grand and complex over time. It had turned into an enormous desire. The snowballed feeling had grown to the point where he didn’t know how to resolve it.
He had been trying to slowly roll a heavily loaded cart that was difficult to control, carefully placed on its track. Suddenly, Eunhong approached and yanked out the brakes in one go.
Eunhong has no idea about Jaeha’s dark feelings. For him, it’s probably just a fresh, rosy emotion at the beginning. Even though Eunhong had pulled out the brakes, Jaeha felt strongly that he shouldn’t open up everything at once and rush in.
Absolutely must not rush in…
Slowly…
Drip.
A cold drop of water fell on Jaeha’s cheek. It was when he slowly opened his eyelids, awakening from his reverie. Eunhong’s soft voice penetrated his ear.
“Jaeha.”
“……”
“Shall we have sex?”
His body reacted slowly to the shocking words.
When he slowly lifted his eyelids, the first thing he saw was Eunhong’s fair thigh between his legs. The hem of pink silk shorts clung to the narrow crotch visible above the white thighs, stuck to the skin due to remaining moisture.
Buying those pajamas as shorts was, once again, a big mistake.
Jaeha’s gaze slowly moved upward. The pajama top, barely covering the thin shorts, was carelessly buttoned, revealing a glimpse of the navel. The shiny pink fabric clinging to reveal the waistline caught Jaeha’s attention.
Water dripped from the not-yet-dry hair, wetting the shoulders and falling in drops.
That water droplet from earlier…
Jaeha raised his hand and wiped off the water droplet on his cheek.
“What do you think?”
“What are you saying?”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear.”
Jaeha couldn’t bring himself to look up. He stubbornly stared at Eunhong’s Adam’s apple moving up and down. Eunhong, standing between his legs, took half a step closer. His knees pressed against the edge of the chair seat, making a sound as they dented the leather. Eunhong stretched out his arms, gripping the high headrest of the armchair as he leaned in.
The sweet scent of pheromones poured over Jaeha’s face in waves. Jaeha squeezed his eyes shut, then slowly opened them. Eunhong was looking down at him with a face flushed bright red. Jaeha suddenly found it hard to breathe.
Cold fingers brushed through Jaeha’s hair and traced his forehead. His gaze followed the fingers. When it became unbearably ticklish, Eunhong lowered his face and pressed his lips against Jaeha’s.
There was a smacking sound as skin touched and separated.
Their gazes met intensely. Their breathing became rough in unison. Jaeha scrunched his eyes, his chest aching. His pupils shook uncontrollably.
“You’re now…”
Smack. As soon as he opened his mouth, their lips met and parted again. The light kisses were excellent at rendering him speechless. Jaeha stared intently at Eunhong.
“Just because you do this…”
Eunhong cupped Jaeha’s cheeks with both hands. The pulsing heartbeat felt at the jaw where his fingertips touched excited Eunhong in turn. He closed his eyes and slowly moved closer.
Tilting his head slightly, their lips met softly.
Eunhong sucked on Jaeha’s lips for a while, nibbling gently. Then he used the tip of his tongue to scratch between the lips, knocking at the door. Slowly invading through the slightly parted gap, he grazed the white teeth. Until then, Jaeha had remained still, but now he responded by meeting Eunhong’s tongue.
Eunhong sucked in Jaeha’s tongue. As saliva was exchanged, a sweet scent vibrated. Jaeha let out a small moan, his throat rumbling. Unable to hold back, his hands slipped under the pajama top and onto Eunhong’s back. As firm hands caressed his back and body temperature rose, breathing became rapid. Eunhong, not to be outdone, stroked Jaeha’s nape and shoulders. As the passionate kiss deepened, he ended up grasping Jaeha’s hair.
After kissing for a long while, Jaeha pushed Eunhong away. Eunhong blinked in confusion, like a child whose candy had been taken away. A strand of saliva that hadn’t been wiped away stretched like a thread before breaking.
“Eunhong… are you drunk?”
Jaeha asked for confirmation, even though he knew.
“No. I’m not drunk.”
Pheromones suddenly poured out from Eunhong. Am I doing this right? Eunhong smiled seductively, his eyes curving. Jaeha frowned, panting.
“…Why are you suddenly like this?”
“You’re acting weird.”
“Me?”
“You keep acting awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact and trying not to touch me.”
You’re scaring me, Eunhong mumbled.
“I’m afraid of you creating distance.”
Jaeha looked up at Eunhong with a completely disheveled face. Eunhong quietly gazed into those two eyes, unable to hide their flickering heat. Once he decided to think simply, courage welled up endlessly.
“…When you… act awkwardly, it makes me feel so embarrassed.”
Eunhong stood up, wiping his face that had been so red it seemed blood might drip from it. As he removed his hands from the chair’s backrest, the trembling that had been hidden became clearly visible. He clenched his fists to hide his shaking hands.
“Come here.”
Just then, Jaeha pulled Eunhong, who was about to stand up. He trapped Eunhong in his arms and hugged him tightly as if to crush him. He buried his nose in Eunhong’s shoulder, inhaling his scent as if to devour it.
“Jaeha.”
Eunhong called Jaeha’s name in a whisper. Jaeha. Jaeha. The calls contained many emotions. There was regret and fear about their crumbling friendship. Curiosity and lust towards the attractive alpha before him, and flashes of burning affection. In any case, complex and varied emotions mixed and surged.
Jaeha, hearing all these calls, couldn’t respond. He just held Eunhong tightly and repeatedly inhaled his scent.
“What kind of relationship are we becoming now…”
Eunhong muttered calmly. Smelling Jaeha’s sweet pheromones gave him a sense of clear resolution. It was a relationship that had already been concluded anyway. Eunhong hugged Jaeha’s shoulders tightly. Jaeha answered in a husky voice.
“You’re definitely not drunk, right?”
“Yeah. I didn’t drink a single drop of alcohol.”
“Okay.”
“Whoa!”
Jaeha lifted Eunhong as he stood up. He easily picked him up, holding his legs. Although the position was different from when they entered the house earlier, it was equally surprising. Eunhong reflexively wrapped his arms tightly around Jaeha’s neck as his body was lifted into the air.
“Put me down! Why do you keep lifting people?!”
“You said you definitely didn’t drink.”
Jaeha’s voice penetrated Eunhong’s ear. He mumbled something incomprehensible about trauma with inebriated partners.
Jaeha’s steps as he carried Eunhong lightly to his bedroom were frighteningly calm. Only Eunhong, legs wrapped around Jaeha’s waist and arms around his neck, was in agony. Every time the hand that had slipped under his pajama shirt caressed his lower back, he flinched and tensed up. He was embarrassed at the thought of getting aroused while pressed against Jaeha’s body. In fact, he was already half-hard.
“I’ll wash up quickly, wait a moment.”
Jaeha put Eunhong down on the bed and lifted off his T-shirt. Eunhong watched, breathless, as Jaeha crossed his arms and pulled up his shirt.
Only after the rustling footsteps disappeared into the bathroom and Eunhong was left alone in the room did he gradually come back to his senses. Sitting stiffly on the bed, he briefly reviewed what he had done.
“Crazy… I’m crazy.”
Even muttering anxiously couldn’t undo what had happened. The sound of Jaeha washing up seemed like thunder.
The faint sound of water stopped, and Jaeha, finishing his shower unusually quickly, returned to the bedroom. His body, loosely wrapped in a robe, exuded a fierce aura. The damp nape of his neck gleamed faintly from the backlight. That sight was incredibly sensual. Eunhong unconsciously scooted backward on his bottom. No sooner had he felt his back touch the headboard than Jaeha strode towards the bed.
The mattress tilted under Jaeha’s weight. Jaeha, approaching right up to Eunhong’s nose, leaned in, bracing his hand on the headboard. As if casting a dark shadow, warm, soft lips covered Eunhong’s.
Eunhong, with nowhere to escape, raised his hands with nowhere to go and placed them on Jaeha’s chest. Jaeha’s large hands cupped Eunhong’s cheeks. The atmosphere was already heated to the maximum, so lips parted easily. Jaeha’s tongue parted Eunhong’s gap and entered.
As weight naturally shifted, Eunhong slid down. Jaeha, who had been tasting Eunhong while exploring his mouth, lifted his lips and moved from the chin to below the ear, then to the neck. Warm, moist lips made wet sounds. When Eunhong’s hands fumbled over Jaeha’s shoulders and slipped inside the robe, Jaeha let out a weak moan.
“Jae, Jaeha.”
“……”
“Wait, wait a moment…”
Eunhong grabbed the hands that were trying to remove his pajama shirt. Jaeha’s eyes, meeting his, were flickering as if entranced. Jaeha let out a short laugh at the hesitant hands trying to stop him.
“Why? Don’t you like it?”
