By Zephyria 
Seo Yi-kyung flinched. Han Seung-jae’s hand touching his body was cool. It was likely because he had been holding a glass with ice until a moment ago.
Han Seung-jae stroked down Seo Yi-kyung’s side. His damp hand slid past the iliac crest and headed toward the thigh. The thigh was easily encircled by a single hand.
The light-colored pubic hair, the flaccid penis, and the small scrotum beneath it all came into view at once. Soon, Han Seung-jae unhesitatingly swept his palm over Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks, parted the wet cleft, and pressed his fingertip firmly against the hole.
“You seemed to be taking a long time in the shower; did you touch yourself here and come before coming out?”
“Ugh.”
Seo Yi-kyung let out a moan without realizing it. Immediately after, his cheeks burned. He couldn’t quite get used to the fact that such erotic sounds were coming from his own mouth.
He tried to grab Han Seung-jae’s wrist to pull it out from under the gown, but it was futile. Han Seung-jae traced the damp hole, pressing against the entrance as if he were about to slice through the skin.
Stumbling, as if pushed, Seo Yi-kyung, who was gripping the firm wrist, stepped closer to Han Seung-jae.
“What you said earlier.”
Seo Yi-kyung struggled desperately to pull the finger out of his buttocks.
“…….”
Han Seung-jae’s finger acted as if it would slice through the skin and enter the hole at any moment. He watched the approaching upper body, and as Seo Yi-kyung’s body collapsed forward, he caught him as if he had been waiting.
“You told me not to go.”
“I-I didn’t say that.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s heart pounded violently at the thick, sweet scent of alcohol he felt at the tip of his nose. It wasn’t just the scent of alcohol. Han Seung-jae’s pheromones were spreading faintly.
While Seo Yi-kyung stammered, Han Seung-jae licked the nape of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck.
“You’re lying to my face? What do you plan to do if I bite this neck? Do you think I wouldn’t do it?”
No, he was exactly the kind of person who would do such a thing. Seo Yi-kyung’s jaw trembled slightly. The sound of low breathing was audible right by his ear.
He could vividly feel Han Seung-jae pressing his lips against the nape of his neck. Because of this, the fine hairs on the back of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck stood on end.
“……!”
Seo Yi-kyung hurriedly pressed his hands against Han Seung-jae’s firm chest. He tried to lift his upper body, but he was sat down on Han Seung-jae’s thigh by the two arms around his waist. Han Seung-jae sucked hard on the nape of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck.
“Hng, ah.”
Seo Yi-kyung took a short breath in and let it out. Han Seung-jae’s arms loosened slightly. However, Seo Yi-kyung didn’t have the capacity to notice that because of the lips touching his neck. When Han Seung-jae pulled his lips away, a red mark had formed. It glistened, smeared with saliva.
“I’m not a beast; did you really think I’d bite you?”
Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t bring himself to say that he was exactly the kind of person who would do that while looking at Han Seung-jae right in front of him.
Belatedly, Seo Yi-kyung gathered the open gown in front of him. The tips of his nipples were slightly exposed.
Looking at Seo Yi-kyung, who was in the same posture as before with a vivid red mark engraved on the nape of his neck, Han Seung-jae placed the glass of whiskey on the table. There, foods covered with stainless steel lids were lined up. It was the room service Secretary Park had sent in. The sight of Seo Yi-kyung perched on Han Seung-jae’s thigh was reflected clearly there.
“Why did you say that?”
“W-what?”
Seo Yi-kyung’s neck instinctively shrank. Whether he knew it or not, Han Seung-jae’s palm caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s thigh and slid inside the shower gown. That was how much of a gap Han Seung-jae was showing.
Seo Yi-kyung pondered whether it would be faster to stand up on his legs, or if it would be faster to be caught while trying to run, have his head slammed onto the table, and be grabbed by the buttocks and fucked into a mess.
Either way, with this body, there weren’t many choices. No, in this situation, it was almost fair to say there were none. Moreover, the white wood scent pheromone was constantly emanating from Han Seung-jae’s body. It had been nothing more than something spreading around him, but because he was held in his arms, it felt even more intense.
So, he tried his best not to provoke him.
“Not to go.”
Han Seung-jae gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s scrotum.
“Ah, ngh!”
The fingertips of Seo Yi-kyung’s hand holding the gown curled tightly, and his nails dug in. A low bass echoed in his ear.
“You told me that.”
Han Seung-jae lifted the foreskin of Seo Yi-kyung’s glans with his fingertip and scratched it. The thigh, half-covered by the gown, trembled violently. Han Seung-jae gripped the shaft of Seo Yi-kyung’s penis and rubbed it. It felt as if he were soothing him, yet also as if he were suppressing something.
Han Seung-jae gradually tightened his grip on Seo Yi-kyung’s penis.
“Y-yes. I did.”
Seo Yi-kyung parted his lips and panted with his tongue out. Han Seung-jae hadn’t misheard. Seo Yi-kyung had said that while holding the hand of Han Seung-jae, who was standing up with the phone to his ear.
—Don’t go.
He felt he had to say the words he had decided on. If not at that moment, it seemed he would never be able to say them again. At that time, he was filled with only that thought. However, after keeping some distance from Han Seung-jae and showering, his dizzy thoughts had cleared up a bit.
“It would have been better if you had told the truth from the beginning.”
Han Seung-jae slowly released the grip on Seo Yi-kyung’s penis. Seo Yi-kyung let out a ragged breath he had been holding.
Han Seung-jae’s fingers moved softly, unlike before. He stroked Seo Yi-kyung’s small scrotum and rubbed against the penis. The tip of his thumb swept through the love fluid welling up from the urethra.
“Open the gown.”
Seo Yi-kyung looked up at Han Seung-jae while holding the gown that didn’t even properly cover his nipples. Watching this, Han Seung-jae tilted his head.
“Shall I do it?”
Seo Yi-kyung slowly let go of the shower gown. The gown, which hadn’t even been tied, slid open to the left and right. Then, the penis that had been held in Han Seung-jae’s grip revealed itself. It had become erect and was pressed against his lower abdomen.
And Seo Yi-kyung felt a hard foreign object gradually increasing in volume beneath his thigh. Something he could know without even checking.
“Lift your waist.”
Seo Yi-kyung unconsciously checked the entrance. There was no way that sight wasn’t visible to Han Seung-jae. He toyed with Seo Yi-kyung’s penis.
“Shall we do it at the entrance?”
The plain tone was beyond considerate; it was dripping with kindness. Hurriedly turning his head, Seo Yi-kyung lifted his waist. He pressed both hands against the floor and quickly removed the sight of himself being fucked while practically kneeling from his vision.
Han Seung-jae pulled the string of the gown he was wearing to untie it. Grabbing Seo Yi-kyung’s ankle, Han Seung-jae spread Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs and brought them close to himself. Two pieces of flesh touched.
“It’s hot.”
The hottest part of Han Seung-jae’s body was there. However, it was nothing compared to Seo Yi-kyung’s body.
Han Seung-jae grabbed both penises and rubbed them together. To avoid falling forward and clinging, Seo Yi-kyung pressed his palms against Han Seung-jae’s shoulders. However, he couldn’t stop his elbows from trembling slightly.
Han Seung-jae’s hand passed Seo Yi-kyung’s thigh and flowed toward the back. He pulled open one buttock and toyed with the hole with his finger. He couldn’t tell if what moistened the hole was water or love fluid.
Han Seung-jae gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks with one full hand, toyed with the hole, and rubbed the two penises together.
“Haa. Haa……”
Seo Yi-kyung’s breathing gradually became ragged. The strength in Seo Yi-kyung’s fingertips, which had been gripping the hard shoulders, slowly faded.
Han Seung-jae sucked the lips of the forward-leaning Seo Yi-kyung. With a wet tongue, he parted the lips that were catching breath and ravaged the tender mucous membrane inside the mouth. Han Seung-jae’s tongue deeply invaded Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth. It was useless even if Seo Yi-kyung bared his teeth. The more he did, the deeper it dug in, and the more difficult it became for him.
Whenever Seo Yi-kyung opened his lower lip a bit more as if to catch his breath, a wet popping sound leaked out. The sound full of moisture continued in Han Seung-jae’s grip as well.
When Seo Yi-kyung turned his head to detach his lips, Han Seung-jae sucked his jaw or licked his nape. While doing so, he gradually moved down toward Seo Yi-kyung’s lower body.
“Seung-jae.”
It was a voice so small it wouldn’t have been heard if his lips weren’t touching Han Seung-jae’s ear. That was because it was mixed with the panting breath as Han Seung-jae toyed with the pressed penises.
“Speak.”
The piece of flesh rubbed in Han Seung-jae’s grip lifted the foreskin and scratched down the shaft. Every time that happened, Seo Yi-kyung’s calves trembled slightly, and his spread thighs shook. However, he didn’t collapse because Han Seung-jae was supporting his buttocks.
Han Seung-jae turned his head to the side. Seo Yi-kyung’s flushed cheeks came into view. Just as it seemed his chest was heaving violently, hot fluid sprayed onto Han Seung-jae’s stomach.
“Were you going to say you’re about to come?”
Han Seung-jae turned his head more to see Seo Yi-kyung’s face. The more he did, the more Seo Yi-kyung bowed his head to avoid him. Han Seung-jae, while gripping Seo Yi-kyung’s penis from which fluid was flowing, rubbed his own cock, which had not yet ejaculated.
On the sofa, it wasn’t easy to loosen the hole while supporting Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks with one hand. He thought it would be better to move him to the bed.
Just then, Seo Yi-kyung’s voice, whose upper body was moving up and down, brushed against his ear.
“I, I’m pregnant with your child, Seung-jae.”
At that moment, semen surged from the tip of the penis Han Seung-jae was gripping and scattered across Seo Yi-kyung’s sweat-drenched white stomach.