Chapter 168
Tae-geon, repeatedly inhaling and savoring the sensation, finally licked the smooth glans with his tongue. The moment he began probing the indented center with his erect tongue, Hyeon-woo’s entire body convulsed violently, like a fish thrown onto land.
*Chup, chup, chup.*
Tae-geon’s skillful tongue explored every inch, parting the shaft and glans, even reaching the deeply recessed frenulum.
“H-h-h…!”
Instead of a seductive moan, only ragged gasps, like those of a consumptive, escaped Hyeon-woo’s trembling lips. The effects of the drug were wearing off, and his pupils were clouding over.
Having thoroughly sampled his prize, Tae-geon, with a satisfied expression, withdrew Hyeon-woo’s dick from his mouth. A long, silver thread of saliva stretched and broke between Tae-geon’s lips and Hyeon-woo’s glans.
Grasping the now glistening, saliva-slick dick, Tae-geon flicked it and then playfully licked the raised nipples on Hyeon-woo’s chest.
“Feeling good?”
Hyeon-woo unconsciously started to nod, then quickly shook his head from side to side. The movement caused the bedsheets to rub against his hair, creating a soft, rustling sound. Tae-geon, with a mischievous upturn of his lips, gently bit Hyeon-woo’s nipple.
“You say you don’t like it? This?”
He increased the speed of his hand stroking the shaft and sucked hard on the nipple in his mouth.
“U-ung…!”
Hyeon-woo’s head snapped back, his entire body stiffening. Even so, he continued to vehemently shake his head in refusal. The rustling sound of his hair against the sheets was endearingly irresistible.
“Liar. You like it.”
Tae-geon, with a soft smile, unconsciously leaned in to kiss Hyeon-woo’s lips, then stiffened, remembering Hyeon-woo’s request to refrain from kissing. His eyes darkened.
Kneading Hyeon-woo’s dick like dough, Tae-geon showered kisses on his nose and eyelids, avoiding his lips. The sounds of his slick movements filled the room with an erotic atmosphere.
“…Hyeon-woo, can you hear me?”
“…….”
“You’re soaking wet.”
Again, the rustling sound of the sheets came from Hyeon-woo shaking his head in denial, his entire body flushed crimson.
*I want to see you, I want to see you.*
Tae-geon buried his face in Hyeon-woo’s neck, greedily inhaling his scent. An unbearable longing consumed him.
“Haa…”
He returned to sucking on the swollen nipple, now engorged from his attentions. After a while, his eyes reddened, and he unconsciously blurted out:
“Here…has anyone else sucked you like this before?”
Hyeon-woo’s head, which had been shaking back and forth, froze. It was as if a memory had surfaced.
Tae-geon, noticing the subtle shift, also froze.
“…….”
“…….”
The intensely heated atmosphere between them instantly turned icy, replaced by a palpable tension.
“…Ah.”
A sigh, not of pleasure, but of embarrassment, escaped Hyeon-woo’s lips. Tae-geon quickly cut him off.
“Don’t answer.”
“…….”
“Don’t say anything.”
Tae-geon’s face, buried in Hyeon-woo’s neck, was filled with regret. He was exasperated with himself for saying something so foolish.
This sweetness, this fragrance…which alpha could leave Hyeon-woo alone? He wasn’t even someone who had been imprinted, and Hyeon-woo had the freedom to share pleasure with anyone he wished, as long as their hearts aligned.
He knew it. He knew it intellectually, but why…?!
Tae-geon gasped for breath, his heart constricting with anguish.
Was he feeling betrayed? By Hyeon-woo, who had never truly belonged to him? What right did he have? What shamelessness? Hadn’t he been grateful for Hyeon-woo’s survival, finding solace in even the brief connection of the rut?
After enduring years of this, he couldn’t understand why he was now consumed by jealousy over Hyeon-woo’s unknown past.
Their relationship was destined for ruin, though he didn’t know when. Hyeon-woo would never forgive him once he knew the truth.
*’There’s something I want to ask you.’*
In Hyeon-woo’s resolute voice, Tae-geon instinctively sensed a connection to his parents’ accident.
He had no intention of lying. He would only speak the truth. He never wanted to deceive Hyeon-woo again.
Even knowing that Hyeon-woo would eventually leave him after learning the truth, even knowing that this warmth, this scent, this closeness might only be fleeting, Tae-geon couldn’t resist Hyeon-woo’s offer.
He couldn’t refuse Hyeon-woo’s deadly, crimson proposition to spend the rut together.
He feared his own insatiable greed, his inability to be content with what he had, his shameful desire to probe Hyeon-woo’s past. He barely suppressed his dark urges, telling himself it must be the rut affecting his mind, that he was caught up in this irrational impulse.
Once this heat subsided, his thirst for Hyeon-woo, his pathetic greed, would surely dissipate like foam.
Let’s end this quickly, let’s just get it over with.
“H-huk…!”
Hyeon-woo twisted his hips at the sudden intrusion of a finger. Unlike the hasty entry, the finger explored the inner walls with meticulous, almost vicious thoroughness, as if not wanting to miss a single wrinkle.
As the finger, searching diligently, touched a specific point on the inner wall, Hyeon-woo’s limbs instantly curled. His Adam’s apple convulsed visibly as his neck arched back.
Tae-geon’s finger, knowing exactly where to find it, repeatedly pressed against the firmer, more elastic tissue, causing the prostate to swell and harden.
“Ha-ah! U-uh, ung!”
A sharp cry erupted from Hyeon-woo’s lips, mirroring Tae-geon’s movements.
*Kulkulkul*, the sound of a finger penetrating a wet, fleshy cavern was loud. Tae-geon ruthlessly plunged his finger into the soft, warm, moist interior, while his other hand gripped his own stiffly erect dick.
The sight of his dick, thrusting rhythmically between the parted robes, was utterly obscene.
As if the fluids from his own dick weren’t enough, Tae-geon withdrew his finger from Hyeon-woo’s wet opening and used it to lubricate his own shaft.
Even after Tae-geon’s finger was removed, Hyeon-woo’s opening continued to pulse, like a fish’s gills. With each widening, sticky, transparent fluids gushed out. If Tae-geon had seen it, he would have undoubtedly buried his face there and lost himself in the moment; the opening’s movements were so alluring.
Soon, the tip of Tae-geon’s now glistening shaft precisely targeted the center of the tightly closed folds. Hyeon-woo shuddered slightly, recognizing the hot, hard, smooth sensation pressing against the radiating folds.
Sensing Hyeon-woo’s rigid tension, Tae-geon pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Tender kisses followed, moving from his forehead to his nose, eyelids, temples, and across his face.
As Hyeon-woo’s muscles began to relax, as if waiting for this moment, his engorged dick pierced Hyeon-woo’s tender flesh.
“Aaah…!”
“K-k-k!”
Hyeon-woo’s head snapped back in response to the intense pain. Like a fish impaled on a spear, he froze, his body trembling convulsively.
Tae-geon was equally immobile, his body rigid as wood, his dick deeply embedded in Hyeon-woo. Muscles rippled beneath his skin, convulsing wildly. The pleasure that shot up his spine was overwhelming, a searing sensation like nerves being burned by fire.
“Haa, haa…”
Unable to contain his surging desire, Tae-geon embraced Hyeon-woo, burying his face in his neck and greedily inhaling his pheromones. A blissful ecstasy and fullness washed over him.
The oneness of this moment, their connection, brought a satisfaction far greater than any pleasure or desire that might follow.
Tae-geon lowered his hand, stroking the juncture where they were joined. The opening that had received his thick dick was stretched to its limit, thin as a transparent membrane. Hyeon-woo’s pheromones intensified under Tae-geon’s touch.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
