By Zephyria 
#Side Story 2-2
Lee-eum was speechless as he looked at Choi Won-joon’s wide-open suitcase. In the place where clothes should have been, there were items he had never seen before in his life. Well, not that he had never seen them before. They were just things he had never imagined he would personally use in his lifetime.
Shortly after, Choi Won-joon, having finished his shower, came out wearing only pants.
“Are you sure you were on a business trip…?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You didn’t happen to switch your business from construction to adult products, did you?”
“Of course not.”
Lee-eum alternated his gaze between the items in the bag and Choi Won-joon as if looking at bugs. Once, while investigating a theft at an adult shop, he had casually mentioned to Choi Won-joon during the investigation that he couldn’t understand who would use such things. When asked if he was curious, he honestly said he was a bit curious, and it seemed Choi Won-joon took that as a positive affirmation. He picked up a large tube of gel and shook it.
“Omega gel. They say applying this doubles the pleasure.”
“……”
“This is an Omega vibrator. Comes in different sizes. How about it?”
“……”
“This one’s made from ostrich feathers.”
Before Lee-eum could even ask how to use it, Choi Won-joon licked the feather with his tongue, making it slick. When he offered to demonstrate the usage, Lee-eum cringed and looked away. It was astonishing enough that he had bought a whole pile of strange things like a peddler, but seeing his excited expression as he explained each one made him seem like a pervert through and through.
“Don’t you dare think about using any of that stuff on me!”
“You said you wanted to try it.”
“I said I was curious, not that I wanted to try it!”
“Really? I must have misunderstood. I thought you’d like it.”
“Just forget it. Take them all and throw them away—no, wrap them up tightly and hide them somewhere.”
He was afraid that if he threw them away, someone might unfortunately find them. He expected Choi Won-joon to be disappointed, but he didn’t seem to mind. Did he really buy all that for me? The thought that he was insane came naturally, but Lee-eum didn’t voice it.
On the other hand, he became curious. Had Choi Won-joon ever used such things before? He had played around so promiscuously that he had even called himself a rag. Once, Nam-soo had jokingly said that between lovers, one should never bring up the past, that opening Pandora’s box would lead to hell. …But he was curious.
“President…”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever used that stuff before?”
One of Choi Won-joon’s eyebrows rose crookedly. His face showed curiosity about the intent behind the question. Then, a smile spread across his face as he subtly moved closer to Lee-eum and sat right next to him. He wrapped his arm around Lee-eum’s waist, who tried to move away, and rested his head on his shoulder.
“Curious about how much of a rag I’ve been?”
“……”
“I played around a lot. But I swear. Since I met you, Darling, I haven’t even glanced at anyone else.”
“That’s a lie… Another woman answered your phone before.”
“I told you. That was just to make you jealous.”
“No one knows the truth.”
He said it knowing full well, just to tease him, but Choi Won-joon rubbed his cheek against Lee-eum’s shoulder, pleased. Yeah, keep being jealous like this. Keep doubting me. Keep paying attention to me. Tie me down and obsess over me endlessly. You can bind my hands and feet and lock me up. Or even cut them so I can’t run away. Then, out of a sense of responsibility, you’ll never be able to leave me for the rest of your life. If you do that for me, I think I’d die happy.
Knowing he meant it sincerely sent a chill down Lee-eum’s spine. He subtly pushed him away. When he told him to behave, Choi Won-joon climbed on top this time. Lee-eum naturally ended up pinned underneath, and Choi Won-joon’s face filled his vision. He fiddled with Lee-eum’s hair. It’s gotten quite long.
“Do you know how much I missed you? I couldn’t sleep.”
“Was it because you were busy shopping for adult products that you couldn’t sleep?”
Well, that’s not entirely wrong either. His hand crept stealthily under Lee-eum’s t-shirt. The white t-shirt Lee-eum was wearing had a teddy bear design on it. It was something Choi Won-joon had drawn himself. He was so obsessed with teddy bears that he even designed and had clothes made himself.
When he first mentioned wanting to make couple shirts, Lee-eum hadn’t expected much, but when he saw the design, he was pleasantly surprised. His maternal grandfather was a famous artist, his mother also did art, and he himself had once wanted to pursue art—it seemed blood couldn’t be deceived, as his drawing skills were exceptional.
He bit the hem of the shirt with his front teeth and pulled it up. He rubbed his cheek against the exposed bare chest, then took a deep breath. The pheromone scent thickened along with it, making his lower abdomen tingle. He stuck out his tongue to lick the nipple, rubbed his nose against it, and scraped it with his front teeth, causing Lee-eum to twist his waist and let out a moan. When Choi Won-joon lifted his head, his eyes were dyed with desire, and his lips were shiny with saliva.
“You missed me too, right?”
At his softly asked question, Lee-eum gave a small nod. Ever since Choi Won-joon started going on business trips for days at a time, Lee-eum had unknowingly developed symptoms of separation anxiety. At first, he thought it was just because the person who used to torment him was gone, but that wasn’t it. One day, after drinking, he fell asleep hugging Choi Won-joon’s t-shirt and pillow, startling himself the next morning.
As if waiting for this, Choi Won-joon’s tongue parted Lee-eum’s lips and entered. The skillful kiss, coiling from the root, made Lee-eum tense his lower abdomen repeatedly. He could feel himself getting wet from behind, and Choi Won-joon’s refreshing pheromone scent was transporting him to a cool forest.
When Lee-eum lifted his hips to rub against his cock, the corners of Choi Won-joon’s mouth turned up. He swiftly removed Lee-eum’s pants and underwear, then spread his legs wide and lifted them up to his chest. He then looked down at the twitching hole and licked his lips. Unlike before, it was already thoroughly wet and dripping.
When he bent down to suck, Kim Yi-eum recoiled in disgust. Even as Lee-eum pushed at his shoulders with his feet, telling him to stop, he stubbornly licked the hole. His prominent nose pressed against the perineum, and his tongue pushed inside.
“Euk!”
Lee-eum dug his nails into the sofa and held his breath. Every time Choi Won-joon did this, he came quickly, so he tried his best to hold back. Part of it was also his pride being hurt by the gel Choi Won-joon bought that supposedly delayed ejaculation. Having lived as a Beta, he had never been called inadequate, but whenever he was with Choi Won-joon, the stimulation was so intense that he often had to pull back before things even got serious.
“Stop, hah, stop…!”
As he tried to crawl up the sofa to escape, Choi Won-joon flipped him over and climbed on top. The weight made the sofa feel like it was sinking. Completely pinned underneath, Choi Won-joon now randomly sucked on his earlobes, cheeks, and chin. Meanwhile, he pressed his cock against the hole and slowly pushed in. Feeling the entrance stretch, Lee-eum gritted his teeth. With stimulation coming from both above and below, he couldn’t think of anything else.
“Ah…!”
When Lee-eum grimaced in pain, Choi Won-joon gently stroked his side.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little…”
“I’m going to put it in without a condom.”
After a small nod, the rest slid in completely. Each time it went in, Lee-eum feared his stomach might tear. This thing should be big, but within reason. He even resented Choi Won-joon’s cock at times, but whenever he did, Choi Won-joon wouldn’t hesitate to spout nonsense about going to cut it off if Lee-eum wanted. The reason Lee-eum couldn’t even joke about it was that this man might actually do it. He had done too many crazy things.
“Ahjussi, Won-joon’s dick feels like it’s going to burst…”
See. Like now. Whenever he nonchalantly imitated Young-shik and acted spoiled, it gave Lee-eum goosebumps. Especially during sex, it made things even more difficult. Before Lee-eum could even tell him to stop, Choi Won-joon thrust in relentlessly and moved his hips.
While the strong movements were good, this felt like stirring his insides, making his vision blur. As Lee-eum opened his mouth, unsure what to do with his hands, Choi Won-joon interlaced their fingers from behind. The leisurely pace allowed him to vividly feel even the sensation of the veins wrapped around his cock.
“I really, really love this position, don’t you?”
“Hng… President… Ah!”
A ticklish whisper reached his ear.
“Not ‘President,’ okay?”
Lee-eum bit his lips tightly. It was a declaration that he absolutely wouldn’t say it, but that resolve didn’t last long. Choi Won-joon stayed inside without moving, and because of that, Lee-eum grew impatient and started moving his hips on his own.
“Do it… faster…”
“Call me.”
“……”
“Hurry. I want to hear it.”
“…Dar…”
“Hmm?”
Damn it. Lee-eum tightly shut his eyes.
“Darling…”
A hot breath poured into his ear. Choi Won-joon muttered a low curse, then pulled his hips back sharply before thrusting in again. Slap, slap—he pounded hard enough to press against Lee-eum’s buttocks, holding his upper body tightly so he couldn’t move, ravaging his insides.
“Hah, hah, ugh,”
“Lee-eum. Does it feel good? Do you like it when your Darling does this to you? Hmm?”
“Good, it’s good, more, more, more,”
His mind had already gone blank, as if it had stopped thinking. Choi Won-joon seemed to know exactly where he felt it most, pounding into him with his cock, and the urge to come surged rapidly. Unable to even moan, Lee-eum just opened his mouth, and Choi Won-joon’s tongue slipped inside.
Saliva flowed between their unconnected lips, and moans burst out together. Greedily sucking on his tongue, Choi Won-joon moved his hips strongly and rapidly. He poured affectionate words into Lee-eum’s ear, persistent yet tender in his voice, and his touch was endlessly gentle.