The heart that had imprinted on Ha-jin gave a violent thud.
It felt like he had completely lost control of himself. His face was a mess, his pheromones flared wildly without restraint. Cheon Tae-seong’s expression was flushed—his usual composure nowhere to be seen.
“Wh-Why did you… why would you eat that? You’ve got such a weak stomach too…”
Had he missed this expression before because he’d been too out of it during his heat? Ha-jin was so stunned, it made him forget he’d even been crying.
Maybe Tae-seong was just shocked after tasting his cum.
“…You know that was kind of messed up, right? Doing all that to me without even asking first.”
After forcing his cock down his throat like that without consent, what was he supposed to do now that Tae-seong was giving him that scary look?
“Do you know…”
“…Know what?”
Tae-seong lowered himself over Ha-jin. Planting his arms beside Ha-jin’s head like pillars, he cast a shadow over him as if he were the roof above.
Ha-jin reached up and swept aside the hair that fell across Tae-seong’s forehead, suddenly wanting to get a better look at his eyes.
But instead of answering with words, Tae-seong started to move his hips.
The swollen head of his cock prodded against Ha-jin’s overly stimulated entrance, making him flinch. He instinctively tried to pull away, his hips shifting up.
Tae-seong gently cupped the back of his head and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
As their upper bodies pressed together, Tae-seong’s hard cock pushed insistently at his hole, slowly forcing its way in.
The raw, swollen inner walls throbbed with leftover sensitivity as they stretched to their limit. The size was on a completely different scale from fingers.
“…Aah.”
The overwhelming sensation made Ha-jin’s lips part involuntarily. He turned his face to the side, panting raggedly, and Tae-seong cupped his cheek and rained down soft kisses.
They were gentle, warm touches—but down below, there was no mercy. He moved relentlessly, stealing the air from Ha-jin’s lungs.
It felt like the scent was seeping into every corner of his body.
He could feel every detail of the cock being swallowed inside him—the shape, the thick veins, the sheer girth—so vividly that his entire body flushed with heat.
His heart pounded so hard it ached in his chest.
“Haa…”
Tae-seong groaned low, halting his movement. He brushed back Ha-jin’s hair and narrowed his eyes, then chuckled softly as his shoulders quivered.
The sensation of Tae-seong’s cock being gripped inside him sent tremors through Ha-jin’s core. He furrowed his brow slightly.
“When you came earlier, your insides were moving like crazy. So that means…”
He raised a finger and smoothed the furrow between Ha-jin’s brows.
“It means you liked it, right? When it moves like that inside… isn’t that what it means?”
Ha-jin didn’t know what to say, or even what expression to make. He just squirmed, avoiding the question.
His wide eyes had long since crumpled with heat, and his lips, red and swollen, released shaky breaths.
“Look… even now.”
Tae-seong licked his earlobe as he began to move again.
A wet shlick echoed as Ha-jin’s drenched hole clung tightly to his cock with each thrust. Tae-seong parted his lips and sank his teeth into Ha-jin’s chest.
The tingling sensation made more slick pour out, soaking everything. Ha-jin felt ashamed of how honestly his body reacted.
“You’re still moving so much, Ha-jin.”
“Ah… you talk too much…”
Ha-jin squeezed his eyes shut. It wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose, but knowing that his body was reacting so openly made it even harder to meet Tae-seong’s eyes.
“You’re the loud one—down here. Do you know how much it’s chattering?”
“Ugh… Aah…”
“It’s going crazy saying how good it feels. So? What do you think about that?”
“Ah!”
With a firm thrust of his hips, Tae-seong made Ha-jin’s lower belly bulge, the outline of his cock visible under the skin.
Each time Ha-jin moaned in response, he thrust even more deliberately, rotating his hips in slow, teasing movements.
The bulbous head scraped along the swollen inner walls, drawing them in with each drag in and out.
There was no place untouched by stimulation, but when he targeted the hidden sensitive spot near the perineum, Ha-jin thought he might actually lose it.
“Hnn… Stop. Stop talking already!”
Even though he’d just climaxed, Ha-jin’s cock was already rock-hard again. Every time it rubbed against Tae-seong’s hard abdomen, it leaked more fluid.
Annoyed at Tae-seong for teasing him like that, Ha-jin reached up and slapped a hand over his mouth. But Tae-seong welcomed it, running his tongue between Ha-jin’s fingers, making the gesture entirely useless.
Tae-seong licked his lips as he looked down at Ha-jin, who had closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to block out the sensations.
He was so pretty. The more he looked, the more that thought consumed him. There was not a single part of Ha-jin that wasn’t beautiful.
He kissed Ha-jin’s cheek, his forehead, then sucked on the tip of his nose. As his tongue left it wet and warm, Ha-jin twitched his nose.
Tae-seong chuckled and thrust harder. Pulling all the way out, then slamming back in with one powerful stroke—Ha-jin’s eyes flew open.
“Agh!”
He choked out a strained cough, gripping Tae-seong’s shoulders. His face flushed red with heat.
Looking down at his belly, he realized he’d come again—between the joined skin, everything was soaked. As Tae-seong filled him to the brim, the pleasure burst inside him like fireworks.
His mind went numb. Ha-jin reached a trembling hand down to his stomach, mouth hanging open in shock.
“Nnngh…”
Tae-seong grabbed Ha-jin’s waist with one hand, pulling him tight against him.
Each time Ha-jin moaned, his inner walls clenched hard around the cock buried inside.
Tae-seong lifted Ha-jin’s legs and wrapped them around his waist. The soft thighs clung to his groin, where thick veins throbbed visibly—another point of stimulation.
Ha-jin tensed his calves, trying to hold him still. It was his way of saying, don’t move yet, wait a second. But Tae-seong only pressed in deeper, smothering him with his weight.
“Ah, w-wait…”
Tae-seong’s hips began to move again, wet skin slapping louder and faster.
The rough rhythm made Ha-jin’s body bounce like he was being ridden.
“Haah… ngh… ugh…!”
It felt like he could feel Tae-seong’s heartbeat through every part of their bodies where they touched. Why could he see the pulse in Tae-seong’s neck so clearly—like it was right there in front of him?
His arousal was pouring out in full view. Tae-seong was grinning through gritted teeth. Sweat ran down his smooth cheek, pooled on his jaw, then dripped onto Ha-jin. Where it landed, his pheromone-laced scent bloomed like an explosion.
“Haa… ngh… I-It feels so good… it’s scary. It’s scaring me…”
“What’s scary?”
Ha-jin threw his arms around Tae-seong’s neck, pulling him in tight. He clung to his broad shoulders, wrapping him up in his arms. And in that moment, a sharp wave of joy welled up inside him. He could feel his emotions sharpening into shape.
“Hnnn…”
Ha-jin had never really felt what it was like to love someone. If he was hungry, he ate. If he was cold, he put on clothes. He had no real preferences. Even Kwak Mari had once joked that he was easy to live with because he had no taste.
But after reconnecting with Tae-seong, after their relationship changed, he was slowly discovering things—
He learned what kind of clothes he liked. He was asked about his favorite foods. Tae-seong asked how his day was, what made him happy. He started looking inward, figuring himself out.
Tae-seong kept saying he liked him, so Ha-jin had just thought, Okay. Maybe. He didn’t hate being around him. There were things they needed to deal with together anyway. Maybe this was just how it was supposed to go.
At first, it had started with it’s fine if it’s him, just going with the flow because Tae-seong was persistent. Truthfully, Ha-jin hadn’t even known what he felt.
And now…
Now that his emotions were becoming clearer, that was what scared him. He was experiencing it for the first time. And the more he realized this feeling might be real, the more terrified he became.
It was like the moment your vision clears and you realize how high up you’ve climbed. This feeling—like falling out of the sky—was love. But it felt so much like fear. It meant that Tae-seong had become someone he was afraid to lose.
“Come here.”
As if reading his heart, Tae-seong pulled him into a tight embrace.
He stroked Ha-jin’s hair, slipped a hand beneath his shoulder, and held him like he never wanted to let go. Tae-seong pressed into him with no room left between them, like he wanted to bury his cock as deep as physically possible.
Ha-jin let out a low moan, overwhelmed. He clung to Tae-seong as he thrust into him, wrapping his legs tighter around his waist. As if to say, Don’t go. Stay right here.
“More… Just do whatever you want. It’s okay…”
Ha-jin consciously relaxed his lower body and opened himself fully. It felt like the more their bodies came together, the closer their hearts got too. He wanted to accept all of him.
“Come all the way in.”
He whispered it, and Tae-seong took a deep breath, chest rising as he exhaled.
