#59
The sheer, unfiltered honesty in Junghyun’s emotions was intoxicating—though he himself seemed completely unaware.
“Do you usually jerk off holding it like this?” “Ah, uh… y-yes.” “I like gripping it this firmly.”
When Seunghyeok tightened his grip, Junghyun’s brows furrowed slightly—it must’ve stung a little. But he didn’t tell him to stop.
Seunghyeok watched his reactions carefully as he slowly moved his hand. The friction of their two cocks rubbing together felt different from penetration. Junghyun’s was lighter in color and slightly smaller than his own. Side by side, comparison was inevitable—and Junghyun seemed to notice too.
Precome from one—or both—of them began to mix, the slick, squelching sound growing louder.
Seunghyeok lowered his head, watching Junghyun’s face as he stared at their cocks grinding together. His lips were slightly parted, tongue peeking through, reddened from being bitten and licked repeatedly.
Only their increasingly ragged breaths filled the air.
“Ah… hnngh.”
Junghyun stopped watching and pulled Seunghyeok into an embrace. Their cocks pressed tightly between their bodies. When Seunghyeok released his grip, Junghyun’s hips twitched.
A sweet, breathy moan escaped him.
When Seunghyeok thrust his hips upward—almost like he was fucking him—the moan grew louder. He held Junghyun close, his arms locked around his neck as Junghyun naively rocked his hips back and forth, his clumsy, honest movements driving Seunghyeok wild.
“…Mmn, hnngh… Hyung… Hyung-ah.” “Mm. Junghyun… haah.”
Just the friction of their cocks was enough to make his brain boil.
Seunghyeok buried his face in Junghyun’s nape, inhaling deeply as he released more of his pheromones—almost like a tease. Junghyun whispered against him:
“Your pheromones… give me more of your pheromones. Ah, ah, it’s so—uhn—”
Like someone feverish, Junghyun panted, then pressed kisses all over Seunghyeok’s head and neck.
“Ah, what do I—haah—ah, it feels so good… uhn.”
His voice grew breathless as his hips kept moving, and Seunghyeok’s arousal spiked with every shift. The wet, squelching sound of their cocks rubbing together filled his ears.
Orgasm didn’t take long to arrive.
Seunghyeok groaned through his teeth, tightening his arms around Junghyun, who let out a whimpering moan. His entire body tensed, muscles locking, then trembled in small spasms.
For a while, they stayed like that—clinging to each other, breathing hard, like they’d just run a marathon.
Their clothes were ruined with fluids, but neither cared. The slight sheen of sweat on their skin felt good.
Seunghyeok kissed Junghyun’s neck, collarbone, shoulder, and arm over his clothes. Junghyun accepted every kiss, fingers combing through Seunghyeok’s hair.
Now limp from climax, Junghyun leaned his weight against him. Seunghyeok adjusted his hold, supporting him as he asked:
“Want to wash up?” “Just a little longer…”
Junghyun blinked lazily, then brushed his lips against Seunghyeok’s. They parted with a soft smack.
He seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just rested his face against Seunghyeok’s shoulder. There was a strange clarity in his expression—almost content. Seunghyeok kissed his forehead and pulled him a little closer.
***
“…What is this?”
Seunghyeok rubbed his eyes, watching Junghyun emerge.
After rubbing their cocks together until they came, they’d showered, shared a chaste kiss under the water, then sat side by side watching TV before falling asleep. It had been an ordinary night—nothing special—but Junghyun had slept through without waking once. Maybe that was why his complexion looked brighter this morning.
“Wild ginseng.” “Wild ginseng? This?” “About a hundred years old. Give or take.”
Junghyun’s eyes widened at the words.
After that incident, Junghyun had lost even more weight, and it worried Seunghyeok. He’d had an employee track some down. Since so many corporate CEOs were obsessed with ginseng, competition was fierce—but money could buy anything.
Junghyun stared at it in fascination. “But… is this for you?” “No. It’s for you to eat.” “Me? I already drink red ginseng tea every day. You should have it.” “That’s not the same as this. And I already ate one before you woke up. Come here.”
Seunghyeok lightly tapped the opposite side of the table. Junghyun obediently sat, and Seunghyeok pushed the box of ginseng toward him.
“Eat.” “…Now?” “When else?”
Seunghyeok smiled as Junghyun fumbled for words, avoiding the question.
He cut off the thickest root and tapped it against Junghyun’s lips. Open up. Finally, Junghyun took it into his mouth—but the bitterness made his smooth forehead wrinkle. Seunghyeok waited until he chewed and swallowed before cutting off another piece and offering it again.
“Want more?” “I have to finish it, right?” “All of it?” “You’re supposed to eat wild ginseng in one sitting.” “So you ate yours like this too?” “Of course.”
Seunghyeok lied smoothly, and Junghyun believed him without question.
Junghyun stared at the ginseng, looking daunted—it was long, even without the smaller roots. But Seunghyeok showed no sign of backing down, so he finally took another piece into his mouth.
“But isn’t ginseng really expensive? Like… hundreds of millions of won?”
At the innocent question, Seunghyeok laughed.
“Hardly. It’s not that expensive.” “Really? Then… 40 million? …No, 400,000… Wait, that’s too cheap. 40… 400 million won?”
Seunghyeok just smiled instead of answering. Even after saying 40 million, Junghyun still seemed disconnected from reality, lowering the price before raising it again.
“So I have to chew it really well and eat it all?”
Seunghyeok cut him off before he could say it was too expensive to eat. Junghyun hesitated, then nodded and began crunching away.
One by one, the 400-million-won ginseng roots disappeared into Junghyun’s stomach.
Seunghyeok hadn’t lied, exactly. He’d just let the misunderstanding stand. The Heavenly Grade Wild Ginseng was pricier than average, but Seunghyeok had needed it now, and he could afford it. Why hesitate when he had the means? For Junghyun, no price was too high.
It took Junghyun nearly two hours to finish it all. When he finally swallowed the last piece, he looked as relieved as if he’d just finished a grueling assignment—and it was adorable. Seunghyeok kissed his forehead, then pulled him a little closer.
Junghyun glanced at the clock and started to get up, heading for the kitchen. Seunghyeok pressed a hand to his shoulder, stopping him, and began preparing breakfast himself.
“Just set the table. Sit down.”
Truthfully, Seunghyeok didn’t like the idea of Junghyun—just recovered from his ordeal—cooking. If he really didn’t want to, Seunghyeok had even suggested hiring a chef, but Junghyun had hesitated, unsure. Seeing that, Seunghyeok realized he wasn’t ready to face strangers yet.
Junghyun’s comfort mattered more than convenience. The bruises on his face hadn’t fully faded, and he showed no interest in going outside. Seunghyeok could wait as long as it took.
As he heated the soup and plated the side dishes, he felt Junghyun’s gaze. Only after their eyes met for the third time did Seunghyeok realize Junghyun had something to say.
“What’s wrong? Something on your mind?” “No… …Aren’t you going to work?”
Junghyun bit his lip after speaking. Seunghyeok closed a container lid as he answered:
“So you’re telling me to get lost and stop clinging to you.”
It was a joke, but Junghyun panicked.
“No! That’s not—it’s just… I didn’t know if I was keeping you from work. I’m sorry. You were checking your phone a lot, so I thought you were handling work chats…”
Seunghyeok studied him for a moment. He’d only used his phone when Junghyun was distracted or not looking—he hadn’t expected him to notice. He reassured him it was fine, but Junghyun shook his head.
“I’m better now. Really. I just ate that ginseng, so… have breakfast, go to work, and come back later.”
Seunghyeok didn’t answer right away. He just looked at him.
“Would that make you feel better?” “Yes.”
Junghyun didn’t pretend otherwise—he nodded honestly.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
