Chapter 69
Hyeon-woo collapsed onto the tiled floor, his energy completely depleted. Tae-geon wiped the grime from Hyeon-woo’s mouth and chin with a damp towel, then scooped him into his arms.
Even when Hyeon-woo had bolted from the bed, overcome by nausea, Tae-geon had coldly ignored him, muttering, “I told you I’m busy.”
After cleaning the kitchen table and hastily filling his stomach with near-expired milk and bread, the sounds from the bathroom continued relentlessly. Unable to bear it any longer, he finally went in and patted Hyeon-woo on the back.
He laid the exhausted Hyeon-woo on the bed and covered him with a blanket. Hyeon-woo’s cheeks, damp with sweat, were gaunt. Before his reunion with Tae-geon, they had been plump and rosy. Even after leaving his side, that face, still so full of color, had deteriorated so drastically in just a few days, making Tae-geon’s ill humor seem pointless.
Tae-geon chuckled bitterly. It was ironic. When Hyeon-woo wasn’t around, he had suffered as much as Hyeon-woo was suffering now, with Hyeon-woo right beside him.
With gentle hands, Tae-geon wiped the sweat from Hyeon-woo’s face and forehead. As the cool touch reached his feverish skin, Hyeon-woo instinctively moved his head to follow the hand. The endearing gesture made Tae-geon’s heart ache.
…Are you really not going to eat anything?
You’re getting so thin.
What do you want to eat?
Tae-geon murmured these words to Hyeon-woo, who was asleep, nearly unconscious from exhaustion. He hadn’t even realized he was saying them aloud—until Hyeon-woo answered.
Tae-geon’s eyes, wide with surprise, were fixed on Hyeon-woo’s sleeping face, unable to look away. As if hearing a hallucination, Hyeon-woo remained motionless, his pale face unchanged.
But he had heard clearly.
…Just now, definitely.
Peaches.
*
People stared strangely at Tae-geon as he searched for peaches in the dead of winter. Following suggestions to try a larger supermarket, he drove and drove, eventually ending up in Seoul.
He searched dozens of department stores and large supermarkets, but finding peaches, a summer fruit, was proving difficult. Tae-geon turned his car towards Gyeongsan, known for its high peach production.
With the help of local residents, he finally found an orchard owner who sold flash-frozen peaches. He bought everything they had, but it was only nine peaches. As the orchard owner packed the frozen peaches into a box, he saw the sweat on Tae-geon’s forehead and chuckled, making a casual remark.
“Your wife must have terrible morning sickness.”
With the box of peaches in the back seat, Tae-geon sped to Hyeon-woo. Even with the car filled with the sweet scent of peaches, the orchard owner’s careless joke filled Tae-geon’s mind.
Arriving home, he gently washed two peaches under running water and peeled them. Having been frozen and thawed, they weren’t in the best condition. They were so soft that his fingerprints indented them. Many parts were bruised and blackened. He carefully cut away the damaged areas with a paring knife and sliced the peaches into bite-sized pieces.
As he cut through the peach’s rosy flesh, the sweet aroma wafted up, reminding him of Hyeon-woo.
Tae-geon placed the plate of peaches and a fork on the bedside table and woke Hyeon-woo. Hyeon-woo grumbled, reluctant to wake, then sniffed like a dog, suddenly throwing off the covers and looking around.
Soon, he spotted the peaches and, with bare hands, frantically stuffed the flesh into his mouth. He ate like a starving beggar who hadn’t eaten in months. Even with Tae-geon watching, he was completely focused on the peaches. The sound of the peach flesh going down his throat was loud. Tae-geon watched with satisfaction.
The soft, white peaches melted on Hyeon-woo’s tongue like ice cream. He didn’t even need to chew; they dissolved on his tongue, smoothly sliding down his throat. Before he knew it, the plate was empty. His red tongue licked the plate clean, meticulously collecting every last drop of juice.
Witnessing this scene, Tae-geon felt a dizzying sensation. Cold sweat broke out on his back. His erection pressed against his pants. He felt like a complete madman, becoming aroused by a patient who had just woken from exhaustion.
Hyeon-woo’s consumption of the peaches felt like it was part of his own body. He wanted to smear peach juice all over his own dick and give it to Hyeon-woo. He wanted to lick every drop of the fragrant juice flowing down that luscious skin.
As Tae-geon imagined Hyeon-woo drenched in the sweet pulp, Hyeon-woo’s pheromones suddenly came to mind. These peaches were nothing compared to them. They were hundreds, thousands of times sweeter, more delicious, more intoxicating, and more sensual. When he possessed Hyeon-woo, he craved to taste that scent not just with his nose, but with all his senses.
Whenever he rolled around with Hyeon-woo as K, Tae-geon unconsciously bit Hyeon-woo’s neck several times. Wherever the sweet scent bloomed, he couldn’t resist biting the tender skin. Naturally, it wasn’t juice that flowed from Hyeon-woo, but blood. Even knowing this, Tae-geon couldn’t break his bad habit.
After sex, Hyeon-woo’s neck, inner arms, armpits, nipples, and thighs were covered in bite marks, horribly bruised and red. No matter how much he cried and whined in pain, Tae-geon always bit him. The blood wasn’t sweet at all. Instead, Hyeon-woo’s tears were intensely sweet. Tae-geon swallowed hard, licking his lips, remembering the night Hyeon-woo masturbated with a flute.
That was the first time he tasted Hyeon-woo’s tears. As if concentrated pheromones, they were so sweet they numbed his tongue. The tears that welled up during his climax were especially intensely sweet. Tae-geon drank them greedily as they flowed from Hyeon-woo’s eyes, blurred by lust.
Like an aged, withered old man leeching vitality from a young man, Tae-geon parted Hyeon-woo’s closed eyelids with his tongue, greedily sucking his tears. A pleasure akin to satiation ran down his spine as the sweet liquid spread in his mouth.
Hyeon-woo smacked his lips, wanting more peaches. Tae-geon brought out the remaining peaches from the refrigerator. His erection was still prominent. His rut was almost over. Was that why he was acting like this?
He rinsed the peaches under running water and peeled them as before. As the fragrant aroma began to rise, Tae-geon felt Hyeon-woo’s intense gaze on his back. His hand stopped just as he was about to cut into the peach.
He wanted to see more.
Hyeon-woo drenched in sweet juice.
The peaches were soft enough not to need slicing.
He simply peeled them and placed them all on a tray. Hyeon-woo, now close by, snatched two peaches from the tray Tae-geon held, one in each hand, and began to eat them ravenously.
Tae-geon placed the tray on the table and sat down. Unaware of Tae-geon’s intense gaze from directly in front of her, Hyeon-woo continued to eat the peaches in a trance. The peaches, as large as two adult fists, were crushed in Hyeon-woo’s mouth, splattering juice everywhere.
Each time the juice went down his throat, his elegant Adam’s apple rhythmically bobbed up and down. Tae-geon watched, mesmerized, as Hyeon-woo’s red tongue and white teeth chewed and swallowed the peach flesh. His gaze followed the juice flowing down Hyeon-woo’s chin. A drop of juice, sliding down his neck, ran past his collarbone and settled on Hyeon-woo’s red nipple. It shimmered precariously, like dew on a red fruit, directly in Tae-geon’s line of sight.
Lust reddened the skin under Tae-geon’s eyes as he let out a rough breath. The juice, following the wet trail, gathered at the nipple, enlarging the droplet.
Tae-geon couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed Hyeon-woo’s waist and immediately licked his nipple.
“Hmph!”
The peach juice spread sweetly on his tongue. As his rough tongue lapped at the nipple, a moan escaped Hyeon-woo’s lips. He licked the smooth areola, then took the protruding nipple between his lips, rubbing it back and forth.
He gently bit the nipple, now hardening with rushing blood, and Hyeon-woo twisted his waist. Tae-geon’s hand, tracing Hyeon-woo’s bare back from top to bottom, scratched his tailbone sharply.
“Hnn.”
Hyeon-woo squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head from side to side, swallowing his moan. Tae-geon took Hyeon-woo’s red fruit into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Aaah!”
Hyeon-woo let out a sharp cry, crushing the peach in his hand. The soft, elastic skin with its bumps pressed against his mouth.
*Suck* *Nibble*
Each strong suck and release produced a lewd sound. Hyeon-woo, suppressing his moans, rested his hands on Tae-geon’s shoulders, his body trembling. He reached for the other breast, gripping it tightly, feeling a new, small lump forming inside.
