By Zephyria 
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“Ah….”
In an instant, various scandals he had seen regarding Cha Se-jin flashed through his mind. At the same time, he remembered how Se-jin spoke as if he didn’t take relationships with people very seriously—things like how he unhesitatingly called himself a slut.
Once he thought that far, his heart felt heavy. He imagined Cha Se-jin meeting other people. Touching someone else’s hair just as he stroked his own, kissing someone else just as he had kissed him… embracing a body, locking eyes on a bed…….
“…….”
…He hated it. It wasn’t that he suddenly found the courage to be physically intimate with Cha Se-jin right now, but still… just thinking about Cha Se-jin doing those things with someone else was unbearable. Imagining Cha Se-jin smiling while warmly holding another person’s hand brought a flood of emotions that felt like resentment.
“…I don’t think… that’s right.”
Cha Se-jin, who had been waiting quietly, curious about what answer he would give, leaned forward.
While he believed he could have sex with Eun-won whenever he wanted if he set his mind to it, it was also true that he felt a bit of self-loathing while masturbating alone, especially since they were already married. Of course, the moment of ejaculation in a bathroom filled with Eun-won’s scent was maddeningly good, but the aftermath that followed the thrill was considerable.
That was why he had spoken a bit more bluntly to Eun-won. He knew Eun-won was still young and naive, and he knew he should soothe him and speak more gently, but he had blurted it out, caught up in the moment.
Honestly, he couldn’t predict what the answer would be. He was curious about how Eun-won had interpreted his phrase ‘handle it on my own.’ Did he think Se-jin would handle it alone as he had just before, or had he expanded his thoughts into a more inappropriate territory?
Though Eun-won might not believe it, the ‘handle it on my own’ Se-jin mentioned was actually on the more modest side. While thoughts can change at any time, that was what he meant when he said it. He hadn’t meant that if Eun-won wouldn’t do it, he’d just go out and roll around with something else. However, looking at Eun-won’s expression… it seemed he had completely misunderstood. In a very promiscuous direction.
Since he had misunderstood anyway, Se-jin would have liked it if Eun-won wore a look of contempt, asking how he could say such a thing when they were married, but he didn’t actually expect much since it didn’t seem like that would happen. Yet, for the words ‘I don’t think that’s right’ to come out of Eun-won’s mouth—the clear refusal sent a thrill down his spine that made him shiver.
“Do you hate the idea of me handling it on my own?”
“Yes….”
“Then what should we do? Do you think you can do it with me?”
He didn’t feel like he didn’t want to, nor did he think he truly couldn’t. Because he liked Cha Se-jin, if there had to be someone touching him, he wanted it to be himself. However, he didn’t have the confidence to do it right here, right now.
“…Please teach me. Then… I think I could do it.”
Wondering if it was okay to ask to be taught something like this, Eun-won lifted his gaze from his knees and saw Cha Se-jin’s face, looking impressed. This wasn’t a reaction he expected in this atmosphere or situation, so a slightly flustered Eun-won widened his eyes as if asking why.
“No, Darling. I don’t think I need to teach you much. You’re overflowing with talent.”
“…What?”
“There’s just something about it. You’ll realize it as you learn.”
Cha Se-jin chuckled, playfully ruffling and stroking Eun-won’s hair. Eun-won couldn’t understand why simply saying he could do it if he were taught because he knew nothing led to ‘talent,’ but he was glad that the somewhat awkward and difficult atmosphere had softened.
“You have to eat well to learn well. Eat more. Have some dessert, too.”
“Yes…. Please eat quickly too, Sangmu-nim.”
“Yeah.”
They finished the remaining food and ordered warm tea to drink while they talked. By the time Eun-won came back after brushing his teeth, the living room table had been tidied.
Before long, the tea and beautiful desserts arranged on a three-tier tray arrived. Eun-won, looking at the small cakes, cream puffs, macarons, and puddings that were plated so beautifully they seemed a waste to eat, accepted the tea Cha Se-jin poured for him. Taking a sip of the warm, fragrant tea made his body relax languidly.
“Aren’t you having tea, Sangmu-nim?”
“Yeah, I’m more in the mood for alcohol right now.”
Cha Se-jin showed him a snifter glass containing cognac and lightly pushed it toward Eun-won. In response, Eun-won held out his teacup to meet it. A clear sound rang out as the glasses clinked.
“My friends are going crazy saying how pretty you are. They called me trash. Said I secretly snatched you away for myself.”
At Cha Se-jin’s words, Eun-won recalled the friends he had briefly greeted. He hadn’t been able to look at them for long because Cha Se-jin had chased them away while they were shaking hands, but he remembered that they were all tall and handsome.
“My friends also said they’ve never seen someone as tall and handsome as you, and though they were worried, they said… we look good together.”
“Worried about what?”
“Ah…. Everything happened so suddenly. Living with my father, and suddenly getting married…. Since it’s so different from the world I lived in… I think they were worried about whether I could adapt well.”
“It’s strange. Mom, Dad, Hyung, Se-na, and all my friends—everyone only worries about you. No, I’m the one suddenly getting married, so why isn’t anyone worried about me? Even when I listen to my mom, it eventually turns into worrying about you. It starts off as worrying about me, but the conclusion is always you. That marriage isn’t easy, it’s not a joke, and what if you ruin your life?”
Eun-won smiled at the grumbling Cha Se-jin, then hesitated before reaching out and lightly touching the tips of his fingers to Cha Se-jin’s hand.
“…I’ll… worry about you, Sangmu-nim.”
“I guess I’ll have to give you plenty of things to worry about then.”
“Isn’t it better to have nothing to worry about?”
“Ah, is that so?”
With a smirk, Cha Se-jin grabbed and toyed with Eun-won’s hand, which was timidly touching his. Liking the feeling, Eun-won stayed still, and Cha Se-jin, looking at him as if he were cute, lifted the hand he was holding close to his face.
“Release your pheromones.”
“Pheromones?”
“Yeah. I want to smell them properly.”
At Cha Se-jin’s request, Eun-won slowly exhaled. As he relaxed, the tension left his body, and a pleasant heat spread from deep within. Along with the warm sensation, sweet and soft pheromones flowed.
Cha Se-jin buried his lips and nose directly into Eun-won’s palm, which was held close to his face, and inhaled deeply. The scent of sweetly simmered milk penetrated deep into his lungs. He felt like he should start telling people he liked sweets. How could anyone not love a scent this soft and melt-in-your-head?
Ah, seriously, how can someone smell like this. Smelling it openly like this, fuck, I’m really going crazy.
Burying his lips and nose a bit deeper into the palm, Cha Se-jin inhaled the pheromones, making the sound of his breathing explicit. Each time, the breath flowing over the palm felt ticklish.
“Ha…. This is fucking great, seriously.”
He felt as if he might end up sucking Eun-won’s hand if he smelled it any longer. Letting out a voice drenched in satisfaction, Cha Se-jin pressed a loud kiss to the palm—which surely would taste sweet—and pulled away.
“…I want to smell your scent too, Sangmu-nim.”
A voice as sweet as the pheromones rang out. Cha Se-jin raised his hand and held it out in front of Eun-won. Eun-won, grabbing the hand that approached without hesitation with both of his own, quietly pressed his nose against the large hand.
“…….”
As soon as he inhaled, the heavy scent of a deep forest wafted in. It felt like being in a forest on a day of heavy rain, watching the endless downpour while sheltered, drinking a warm vanilla latte. The deep, cozy scent was so wonderful that his eyes closed instinctively.
…Oh my…. I love it so much.
It was a scent so comforting and mood-lifting that he felt he could fall asleep buried in it. His mind told him he should stop smelling it now, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, so he continued to breathe deeply, burying his lips and nose in Cha Se-jin’s large, warm hand.
“How is it?”
“It’s good….”
“…….”
“I love it so, so much.”
Cha Se-jin’s pupils wavered as he watched Eun-won, who was buried so deep in his hand that half his face was hidden, smelling the pheromones.
Cheeks flushed in response to his pheromones, slender eyelids trembling defenselessly, the ticklish breath and lips touching his palm. Moreover, the two small hands gripping his own as if they would never let go—not a single thing was not stimulating.
“…Haa.”
With a short sigh, Cha Se-jin pulled his hand out from the grip and grabbed Eun-won’s chin, lifting it up.
“Hng…!”
Before he had time to grasp the situation, his lips were devoured. Into Eun-won’s mouth, which had been completely melted by the pheromone scent he wanted to keep smelling, Cha Se-jin’s breath rushed in violently.