#88
“Never mind. Let’s talk later.”
“Eunhong.”
Eunhong turned away, firmly pressing his reddened eyelids with his hand. He felt he needed to wash his face before talking. His eyes were like open faucets, which bewildered even himself, and his fingertips trembled terribly because he had never been angry with Jaeha before.
He hadn’t cried out of anger. He couldn’t even say he was angry. It was Jaeha’s rigid expression and sharp pheromones that sent chills through the air that had made Eunhong’s tears burst forth. To speak precisely, should he say he was scared, or that it felt unfamiliar?
“I hate you.”
All kinds of negative emotions—resentment, sorrow, disappointment—swirled together. He covered his face with trembling hands. It was a complete mess, soaked with tears and snot.
Jaeha turned Eunhong around again. As he took Eunhong’s trembling hands in his own, the rabbit eyes avoiding his gaze and blinking downward made his heart ache.
Jaeha closed his eyes tightly, then sighed deeply. He pulled Eunhong into his arms. The fact that Eunhong came willingly hurt his heart even more. The tears that had soaked Eunhong’s face were pitiable, and Jaeha hugged him tightly enough to crush him.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I must have gone crazy for a moment.”
He hugged Eunhong and hastily released his pheromones gently. He carefully pushed away all the various messy pheromones that Eunhong had brought back from outside. As gently as possible, while strongly suppressing his roughening emotions.
“…I hate you.”
Eunhong, who had initially squirmed and twisted in Jaeha’s embrace, soon seemed to give up, burying his face in Jaeha’s shoulder and yielding to the embrace. Jaeha embraced Eunhong, who was panting and exhaling moist breath. He wrapped his arms around Eunhong’s shoulders, stroked his head, and repeated his apologies. Eunhong then let out a long breath.
The sound of “huuung” made Jaeha’s shoulders stiffen. He felt even more guilty as Eunhong’s body relaxed against him, seemingly reassured by his warmth. Eunhong mumbled with his face buried in Jaeha’s chest.
“I told you not to keep your distance. Not to hide things. I want you to tell me everything…”
“…”
“When you act like that…, I get scared.”
Eunhong raised his head, fidgeting. Although Jaeha had roughly anticipated it from the damp shirt, seeing Eunhong’s face, wet and messy with tears, was difficult to face. With eyes brimming with tears and fixed on Jaeha, Eunhong spoke accusingly.
“I know. I know it’s my greed to want to know everything… Before, it was okay to know just enough, but now it’s not okay. I don’t like others knowing more about you than I do.”
In this bland commotion that wasn’t even a fight, Eunhong encountered many unfamiliar emotions. Lee Jaeha had appeared in this world as his custom-made person. Ending their ideal friendship with Jaeha and starting a romance resulted in good and bad points that were polar opposites.
It had been okay, but now it wasn’t. He knew it was petty, but he couldn’t control it. He wasn’t even hoping for elegance. He had lost even a speck of room to pretend to be rational, and revealed his emotions in an unsightly manner, which made him feel very shabby.
Jaeha repeatedly wiped Eunhong’s cheeks, where tears were streaming down. The tears that kept welling up despite being wiped away were pitiful, and also beautiful, which impulsively made him apply his tongue. Tears were supposed to be salty, but it was a mystery why they tasted sweet. With both hands holding Eunhong’s face, Jaeha diligently planted kisses along the tear tracks from his eyelids to his cheeks.
He traced the flushed red cheeks with his lips and gently bit the wrinkled nostrils so as not to hurt them. By the time he reached the mouth exhaling wet breaths, the crying had already stopped. Jaeha parted the firm teeth, invading in search of sweetness. He poured out kiss after desperate kiss to Eunhong, who reluctantly permitted it.
“I’m sorry.”
“…”
“I’m sorry for making you feel neglected.”
He whispered an apology with each kiss. The strength of his tightly embracing arms had the power to dispel anxiety. Eunhong felt his heart gradually melting. His affection for Jaeha was too great to persistently hold onto his anger. He helplessly melted before Jaeha, who embraced him and sucked on him while releasing gentle pheromones.
After responding to the shower of kisses that seemed determined to wipe his face clean, Eunhong finally twisted his waist. He could endure Jaeha gently nibbling his earlobe, but when Jaeha’s tongue probed into his ear, he jumped in surprise.
“S-stop! I haven’t washed yet!”
“It’s okay. You’re not dirty.”
“I’m not okay with it.”
Startled, Eunhong twisted his body and let out a short laugh from the ticklishness. Jaeha, still holding his waist, pushed him against the wall. Ugh, Eunhong exhaled a ragged breath. The act of sucking on his frantically pulsating neck had already become different from how it started. Eunhong, panting, struggled to push Jaeha away. Their gazes had already changed. From sorrow to bright red excitement, from regret to dark madness.
“Let’s shower together. I need to wash too.”
“N-no. I know exactly why you want to shower together…”
“Don’t worry, I don’t have any condoms.”
Jaeha looked down with a bright smile at Eunhong, who was pushing him away with a dubious expression. His shining eyes persistently traced the remnants of other people’s pheromones that hadn’t been completely washed away, but Eunhong didn’t know this. Jaeha subtly whispered while pressing his lips like a stamp against Eunhong’s red ear.
“It’s because I’m sorry. Let me serve you. I want to wash you.”
***
Hands covered in foam grabbed Eunhong’s chest. Ah, a desperate shallow breath escaped and dispersed as soon as it was released. Slippery fingertips persistently played with his nipples. Each time they firmly pressed and kneaded the hardened spots, something connected to his lower body seemed to be pulled, making his waist jerk up reflexively.
Eunhong felt like he was going crazy because of those deliberately tormenting hands, despite Jaeha saying he would only wash him. The ticklish sensation raced down to his lower body, causing his pheromones to pour out helplessly. The fluid flowing down felt cool. Jaeha ran his hand between Eunhong’s thighs, then brought the slick substance that coated his fingers to his nose.
“Your scent is terribly intense.”
“D-don’t do that.”
Jaeha exhaled a long breath, clenching his teeth so hard that the tendons under his jaw stood out.
“Eunhong is doing this on purpose. To make me lose my composure…”
“Ah… hm… n-no…”
“Spread your legs.”
The hotel bathroom was smaller than the one at Jaeha’s house. It was a bit tight for two people to shower, so Jaeha kept Eunhong standing as he faithfully fulfilled his promise to wash him. No matter how much Eunhong whined or how weak his knees became, Jaeha simply lifted him up again and continued to thoroughly wash every part of his body.
“Jae-Jaeha. I… I… just…”
The words “we don’t need a condom” rose to the tip of his throat. Eunhong, barely standing with both hands gripping the bathtub, clamped his mouth shut and looked back. The bathroom light shone like a halo behind the alpha’s naked, towering body. Jaeha, with a face completely lacking composure, wrinkled his features and smiled, revealing his canine teeth. With his hands still rubbing Eunhong’s thighs, he whispered in a low voice.
“No.”
His slippery hands slid down Eunhong’s thighs. With subtle force in his fingertips, he massaged the muscles as if giving a massage. His thumb, which pressed firmly under Eunhong’s buttocks and moved inward, kept grazing his entrance. While Jaeha claimed he was washing him, Eunhong’s body received it as stimulation. His dick stood rigid and throbbing, and his mouth fell open. His head was spinning, and his breathing gradually became labored.
Hmmph.
Eunhong inhaled a shallow breath. Due to the fingers digging deep, his buttocks tensed, creating dimples in the round mounds. As the tense muscles stiffened and screamed, the inside boiled with an itching sensation. How, somehow… Unknowingly, Eunhong twitched his hips, seeking something solid to relieve his yearning.
“Why do you keep moving your butt… Eunhong, is there something you want?”
“Hmm… Ah, you.”
“Are you shaking your butt because you want me to thrust inside?”
“You’re cr-crazy… huh?”
“You should use pretty words.”
Slap, a playful hand fell on his buttocks. Stay still. The low, husky voice echoed against the bathroom walls. It felt like punishment no matter how he thought about it. The hand that had been subtly rubbing his legs now explicitly moved between his thighs.
Eunhong, who had been leaning forward with his hands on the bathtub, saw Jaeha bending down. The glimpse of Jaeha’s mouth corner curling up made Eunhong feel a flash of unease.
Jaeha covered his large hand with plenty of foam and gently gripped Eunhong’s painfully erect dick. Precum dripping from the tip of the glans mixed with body wash. The dick, slowly rubbed by the soft palm, twitched as if convulsing.
Eunhong shook his head frantically, whimpering. Droplets of water flew in all directions from his wet hair.
“No…, no. Stop…”
A moan like a scream escaped through Eunhong’s teeth. He felt like his mind would fly away from the unfamiliar sensation. His thighs trembled uncontrollably with pleasure. Jaeha skillfully blocked the tip of the glans, which was writhing and urgently trying to expel semen. Gasping and moaning, Eunhong reached out to grab Jaeha.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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