By Zephyria 
The rainy season had begun, and it poured the entire way. Lee-eum parked his car, dashed into the chicken restaurant, and spotted his Hyung and Noona sitting in a corner booth, drinking beer. Lee-eum shook the water from his hair and approached them. As he sat down, the CEO, as if accustomed to his presence, asked if he wanted a 500cc beer.
Lee-eum waved his hand, saying he had to go back to work.
“Didn’t you work late yesterday too?”
Lee-eum nodded at Kim Mid-eum’s question, opening a cider. Meanwhile, his Noona, Kim Malk-eum, placed all the chicken drumsticks on Lee-eum’s plate. Kim Mid-eum grumbled at the sight.
“Hey, there are only two drumsticks. Why are you giving them all to him?”
“He’s the most overworked of the three of us. Look how gaunt his face is.”
“Gaunt, my foot. No one told him to be. He kicked away a golden opportunity himself. Who’s he going to blame?”
“You were the one egging him on to do what he wanted.”
“I didn’t think he’d actually do it. What were you thinking, Noona, helping him make that decision? Weren’t you the icon of ambition? I heard you were the one who called Father and persuaded him.”
Kim Malk-eum told him to shut up and drink, clinking her glass against his. When he first sought help from their father, he hadn’t expected his Noona to be his ally. Without her, their father would never have accepted Lee-eum’s decision.
Lee-eum silently divided the drumsticks on his plate between Mid-eum and Malk-eum. Then, he took a wing. The two were engaged in a heated debate about Lee-eum’s refusal to be promoted and his decision to remain in the violent crimes unit.
“Tell me. How did you persuade Father, anyway?”
“There wasn’t much persuading to do. I told him that if he was busy, he wouldn’t have time to meet Choi Won-joon, and they would naturally break up. He readily agreed to help.”
Wow, Kim Mid-eum exclaimed, impressed, saying that if Yoo-bi had Zhuge Liang, they had Kim Malk-eum. Lee-eum was dumbfounded. So, it wasn’t his Noona’s earnest plea but a scheme that his father had fallen for.
But on closer inspection, what she said wasn’t entirely wrong. There was a reason why people said absence makes the heart grow fonder. With both of them busy, there were many days when they couldn’t see each other for days, and when Choi Won-joon went on a long-distance business trip, they were apart for nearly ten days.
“How are you two doing these days? Are you okay? Has President Choi asked you to marry him?”
Lee-eum frowned at Kim Mid-eum’s sudden question. Weren’t his father and Hyung the ones who were most opposed to it before? Even though he said he reluctantly agreed, Kim Mid-eum seemed to like Choi Won-joon quite a bit. Maybe he liked the data he brought.
“Marriage? How old do you think I am to be getting married already?”
“You, you age quickly. President Choi’s mother seems to like you a lot too. Think about it.”
They were just starting to date, so there was nothing to think about.
“Don’t keep playing hard to get and regret it when you get dumped. Frankly, with Choi Won-joon’s looks, he wouldn’t have anyone by his side? There are plenty of talented people out there. No matter how good-looking you are, how long do you think that will last? If you don’t see each other often, people’s hearts can change in an instant. Right, Noona?”
Kim Malk-eum snorted.
“Are you one to talk, marrying after a long-distance relationship? Don’t you remember meeting twice a month? Do you already have dementia?”
Mid-eum signaled her to cooperate, but Malk-eum pretended not to hear. She said that marriage was a momentous occasion and should be approached with caution, but Kim Mid-eum made the uncharacteristic argument that once you commit, you do everything.
Kim Malk-eum, who was listening, seemed to sense something and raised her eyes.
“Did you get something from Choi Won-joon again?”
Kim Mid-eum looked flustered, and Kim Malk-eum clicked her tongue and shook her head. She often called herself a snob, but the real snob was someone else, scolding him for how high he wanted to climb. While the two were bickering, Lee-eum finished his chicken and hurriedly got up.
“I’m leaving. I’ll pay for the chicken.”
“What? You’re leaving right after eating?”
Instead of answering, he finished the remaining cider and nodded. When he tried to pay for the chicken, Kim Malk-eum waved him off, urging him to go. Don’t squeeze blood from a flea. Just eat well. Don’t keep living on ramen.
She constantly nagged with affection, seeing him off outside the restaurant, and Lee-eum waved goodbye before driving to the apartment parking lot. He went up to his apartment, opened the door, and saw a table full of lilies in the living room.
When he first received lilies as a gift, he thought it was because Choi Won-joon liked them, but he later learned that wasn’t the case. They were flowers that resembled Lee-eum. He didn’t know how they resembled him, but having flowers in the house created a different atmosphere. Was this why his mother liked flowers?
After praising himself for being quite sentimental, he went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and showered. After washing up, he came out, drying his hair, when he heard someone at the door. The door opened, and Choi Won-joon walked in. Since he hadn’t said anything in advance, Won-joon’s face was filled with joy.
“What? Have you already left work?”
“I just stopped by to change clothes. You’re home early today?”
Choi Won-joon took off his jacket, washed his hands, and came over, hugging him without hesitation. Come here. Let me hold you. He rubbed his cheek against Lee-eum’s as if he hadn’t seen him in months, not letting go.
“Stop. I have to go soon.”
“Just five minutes.”
As he stood still, Choi Won-joon’s lips approached. He bit his lower lip slightly, and when he dodged, he grabbed his chin and rubbed his lips. The strong Pheromone scent made his head spin.
Unlike before, Lee-eum could smell Pheromone scents even when he wasn’t in heat cycle, but it was only with Choi Won-joon. Just in case, he lingered near other Alphas, but he only smelled lotion or perfume, not Pheromone scent.
“Wait a minute. Just a second. I have to go, ah…!”
With a series of smacking sounds, their lips repeatedly met and parted, and he naturally pushed Lee-eum onto the sofa. He tried to push him away and get up, but his shoulders were pushed down, and Choi Won-joon climbed on top of him.
Even after working all day, he didn’t seem tired. His eyes gleamed with desire. He took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, looking down at Lee-eum, who was pinned beneath him, with a blatant gaze. Lee-eum reached up and opened the drawer. He took out a new condom that was left over from the last time and handed it to him, but Choi Won-joon looked displeased.
“Do we have to use this?”
“If you don’t want to, get off.”
Choi Won-joon reluctantly took the condom, spread Lee-eum’s legs, and put his head inside his gown. No, wait a minute. Why are you going in there? He pushed his shoulders, telling him to just penetrate him, but he had no intention of doing so, moving his head while sucking on Lee-eum’s cock.
Lee-eum swallowed, twisting his hips at the embarrassing sounds. Was this the first sex in a week? Before he could even guess the date, he spat out his cock and lifted his legs higher, bringing his lips to his hole.
“Don’t do it there, ah…!”
“You love it when I suck you here.”
“Shut, up.”
It was even more maddening to speak with his lips against his skin. While he was panting, Choi Won-joon’s tongue went in and out of that spot. As if to show off, he raised his lower body, and the sight was vividly visible.
When Lee-eum’s eyes met Choi Won-joon’s, who was persistently licking him, he felt a sudden rush of pleasure. At the same time as begging him to stop, he gushed out, flowing down his stomach and towards his chest.
He’d be teased for premature ejaculation for days….
Choi Won-joon smiled, his eyes crinkling, and his lips moved away. Licking his lips, which were glistening with saliva, Choi Won-joon took out his cock. Seeing the huge mass of flesh bulging out of his underwear, Lee-eum couldn’t hide his disgust.
He tore the condom open with his teeth and admired Lee-eum, who was lying down, smacking his lips. As he tried to close his legs because the pleasure hadn’t subsided, Choi Won-joon grabbed his thighs.
“I need you to spread your legs, so I can get in. Huh?”
No sooner had he finished speaking than his cock touched his hole, pushing and spreading it as he entered. Lee-eum held his breath and grabbed Choi Won-joon’s shoulders at the feeling of being forced open. He sprayed more Pheromone, and his back rapidly became wet. Choi Won-joon began to move his hips, and Lee-eum hugged his neck.
“Why are you so, slow?”
“You’re going to leave when we’re done. I’m going to stay inside you for a long, long time.”
“Don’t do that, ha, President. Just a moment. Not too deep….”
Choi Won-joon silenced Lee-eum with a kiss. His tongue entered, stirring his mouth mindlessly, and from below, Choi Won-joon’s cock was going in and out between his buttocks, driving him crazy. In the gap where their lips parted, Lee-eum buried his face in Choi Won-joon’s neck. As he inhaled, the unique refreshing scent tinged the tip of his nose.