Chapter 167
“Yes? What is it? Do you have a complaint?”
“No, I don’t.”
Tae-geon, smiling thinly, tapped the bed and continued.
“As you can see, I’m… at my limit right now…”
“…….”
“Let’s start quickly.”
Tae-geon’s voice was thick with something. The hair carelessly plastered to his forehead, and the inside of his robe, which was askew, revealing one entire clavicle, glistened with sweat.
Hyeon-woo’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson. He took hesitant steps, sitting beside Tae-geon. As if waiting for this moment, Tae-geon immediately seized Hyeon-woo’s shoulder, burying his face mercilessly into his neck, where a sweet scent wafted.
“Ugh.”
Tae-geon’s sharp nose traced a long vertical line down Hyeon-woo’s neck, from his chin to his collarbone. A sudden, sharp sensation made Hyeon-woo wince briefly.
Tae-geon rubbed his nose forcefully against Hyeon-woo’s pulse points, then pressed his forehead against Hyeon-woo’s chest, enveloped in soft fabric. The fabric, heavily scented with Hyeon-woo’s fragrance, was soft and warm.
“Pajamas?”
“…Yes.”
“What color?”
“Sky bl… ugh!”
Hyeon-woo’s unfinished moan escaped as Tae-geon’s mischievous hand flicked his nipple mid-sentence.
“They must be cute.”
“…….”
“I want to see them.”
Tae-geon buried his face in Hyeon-woo’s neck, chest, sides, and armpits, relentlessly stealing his scent. Before Hyeon-woo knew it, all the buttons on his pajama top were undone, revealing his bare chest.
Tae-geon’s fingers relentlessly tormented the mounds on his chest. Hyeon-woo bit his lip, barely suppressing a moan. He knew he would easily succumb, so he had intentionally taken more suppressant than usual, but he couldn’t stop the rapidly intensifying sensations.
“Haah…”
“…….”
“Hyeon-woo…”
Hyeon-woo felt an unbearable thrill, not just from the erotic touch, but from Tae-geon’s deep moans that erupted after inhaling his scent. His name was interspersed between Tae-geon’s satisfied cries as he greedily devoured him like a starving beast.
Hyeon-wooya. Hyeon-wooya. Haah, good… so good.
“Hngh…!”
A dizzying sensation flowed through his body as his nerve endings contracted. His name, mixed with Tae-geon’s hot breath, felt so titillating and wanton that he felt embarrassed.
“Hyeon-wooya, Hyeon-wooya.”
Since the day he first witnessed Tae-geon’s rut, that voice, which had relentlessly tormented him, struck his eardrums directly, wreaking havoc in his mind.
Why do you keep calling me like that?
Tae-geon’s voice, like a siren’s song enchanting sailors, pierced his heart, making him feel disoriented.
Don’t be mistaken, you mustn’t be mistaken.
As if to prevent himself from losing his reason, Hyeon-woo shook his head vigorously.
It was just bad luck that his rutting partner happened to be him, and Tae-geon was simply following his instincts, desiring his rutting partner. Therefore, he mustn’t mistake this desire as being directed at him.
Even though he clearly understood this in his mind, Hyeon-woo wanted to cover his ears because of his heart, which kept trying to respond to Tae-geon’s calls.
It’s because of the residue of emotions lingering somewhere in his heart. It’s because of the curse of the mansion that keeps pulling him back to the past. Hyeon-woo rationalized his own reaction to Tae-geon with various excuses.
Tae-geon, now completely on top of Hyeon-woo on the bed, neatly removed the tattered remains of his pajama top. Then, he took one of the stiff, red protrusions into his mouth.
“Haaack…!”
The sensation of his sensitive erogenous zone, a bundle of nerves, being completely swallowed by something wet and hot was vivid. Hyeon-woo gasped, violently shaking his head at the unfamiliar stimulation.
The sensation, felt for the first time in years, was intense.
Chup chup, chuuup.
Tae-geon’s tongue, which had been widely licking the darker-colored areola, suddenly became sharp like a needle, teasingly nibbling at the protruding nipple.
The wet, slippery tongue, changing its shape like a tentacle, toyed with the nipple, making the engorged protrusion even firmer. Tae-geon took Hyeon-woo’s stiffly erect nipple between his teeth, gnawing at it like a saw.
“Ugh…!”
The front of Hyeon-woo’s pajamas, now soaked in viscous fluid and swollen, was held by Tae-geon’s hand. Hyeon-woo arched his back in the air, gripping the bedsheets tightly. When Tae-geon moved the object he held up and down, it felt like lightning striking his eyes.
He had forgotten this sensation for far too long. As if all his receptors had been reset to their initial state, returning to the beginning, a terrible pleasure, like a storm, swept over his defenseless body. Each stimulation was excessive, even terrifying.
Hyeon-woo trembled, his mouth open, unable to even properly utter a moan. This innocent reaction, as if he were experiencing such stimulation for the first time, ignited a fire in Tae-geon’s heart. Tae-geon’s pheromones, which he had been barely containing, suddenly exploded.
“Haaack…!”
Hyeon-woo twisted his body, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation that forcefully invaded every orifice in his body – his respiratory system, lungs, and every other opening.
Tae-geon, quickly assessing Hyeon-woo’s writhing body, swiftly withdrew his pheromones.
“Are you tired?”
Tae-geon asked, gently wiping Hyeon-woo’s sweat-drenched forehead. Hyeon-woo nodded, his eyes hazy with heat.
“This?”
Tae-geon asked, adjusting the intensity of his pheromones. Unlike the previously overwhelming and aggressive pheromones, this gentle stimulation felt like a warm embrace enveloping his entire body.
“…Good, it feels good.”
“I know.”
Tae-geon smiled softly and licked Hyeon-woo’s neck. Hyeon-woo’s wet dick, swaying in Tae-geon’s hand, emitted an even deeper sound with each movement.
Deciding it was enough, Tae-geon grabbed Hyeon-woo’s lower garment and pulled it down in one swift motion. Hyeon-woo’s intimate parts, drenched in viscous fluid, were revealed.
The sweet pheromones intertwined with the strong scent filled Tae-geon’s nostrils. Tae-geon enjoyed the hot, sticky sensation, smearing the wetness below with his fingers, then took a deep breath, inhaling Hyeon-woo’s scent deep into his lungs.
It was a scent he had never stopped longing for, not even for a single moment. Tae-geon pressed his forehead against Hyeon-woo’s left breast, where his heart beat faintly.
As if to confirm that this moment, with Hyeon-woo by his side, wasn’t a dream or an illusion, Tae-geon used all his senses except sight – his smell, touch, taste, and hearing – to feel and savor Hyeon-woo’s presence with his whole body.
Tae-geon’s desperate actions reached Hyeon-woo completely. His actions, digging into his embrace and seeking warmth and confirmation of his existence, felt less like desire and more like the primal actions of a young animal seeking its mother’s embrace and affection, proving its existence.
An inexplicable pain pierced Hyeon-woo’s chest. Hyeon-woo tightened his grip on the sheets.
To end his painful rut, my existence is absolutely necessary, so he must be this desperate. That’s all.
Hyeon-woo repeated the words he had told himself countless times on sleepless nights, haunted by the echoes of Tae-geon calling his name.
Tae-geon’s head, which had been resting on his chest, moved towards the center. Tae-geon’s sharp nose parted Hyeon-woo’s skin, slowly sliding down to his ribs. From his ribs to his sternum, from his sternum to his navel, his nose finally began to explore Hyeon-woo’s pubic hair.
“Hngh.”
Hyeon-woo twisted his waist, anticipating the stimulation that was getting closer to his sensitive area, causing Tae-geon to chuckle softly. Tae-geon’s nose, after exploring his pubic hair for a while, brushed against the stiff, wet shaft below.
Even a brief touch sent a thrilling sensation through Hyeon-woo, causing his thighs to tremble briefly. Tae-geon swallowed Hyeon-woo’s dick in one go.
“……!”
Tae-geon held Hyeon-woo’s waist, which was jolting as if electrocuted, and forcefully sucked on the shaft in his mouth. The delicate, thin skin surrounding the shaft was sucked into Tae-geon’s throat like dough, then elastically returned to its original position.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
