FHO 62

“I-I’m sorry.”

Haon blurted out an apology first. It was the only thing he could do in this situation.

“I… I’m really sorry….”

He reached out to wipe the mess off In-ho’s hand, but unable to bring himself to look up, he dove back under the covers. If there were a mouse hole nearby, he would have emptied his entire savings account just to find one to crawl into.

“…….”

In-ho said nothing.

Haon squeezed his eyes shut, feeling increasingly lost in the suffocating silence. He couldn’t even imagine what kind of look In-ho was giving him.

Part of him wished In-ho would just leave without a word, yet he was terrified that he actually might. He just hoped this whole situation was a dream.

Having his first attempt at masturbation witnessed by the person he liked had left Haon’s mind completely blank. Because In-ho, who usually led their conversations, was so quiet, Haon’s thoughts ground to a halt.

Ah, maybe he already left.

Haon thought he might have missed the sound of In-ho’s footsteps because he was so nervous. There was no way he would remain silent for this long.

As he reached that conclusion, his nose began to sting. His heart sank at the thought that it would be difficult to face In-ho from now on.

“Ah!”

The moment Haon let out a small, melancholy sob, his body was suddenly hoisted up. In-ho had lifted him up, blanket and all.

He moved Haon from the floor to the bed. He supported him carefully until his back and buttocks fully touched the sheets. Then, he added an apology.

“I’m sorry for coming in so suddenly.”

His voice sounded as if it held a hint of amusement. Though it might have just been Haon’s imagination.

“You aren’t feeling sick, are you?”

Even after laying Haon down, In-ho didn’t leave the bed. He patted Haon as if straightening his curled-up body and pulled over the pillow that had flown far away, sliding it under Haon’s head.

“Tell me if you’re even a little bit hungry.”

He spoke while lightly tapping where Haon’s stomach would be.

“I have fruit, and I’m here too.”

In-ho sat on the bed and waited for Haon to react. However, no words came from Haon, who remained frozen in the position In-ho had laid him in.

The silence stretched. Hidden under the blanket, Haon didn’t move an inch, as if he had fainted.

“I’m getting a little worried, so please make some kind of sound.”

In-ho lightly poked the crown of Haon’s head, which was peeking out from the blanket. Only then did Haon clear his throat with a few small coughs and make a sound.

“I’m not hungry….”

That’s a relief, then.

Relieved, In-ho sat a bit closer to Haon. Touching the wrinkled blanket, he recalled the slippery liquid that had been on his hand.

“Haon-ssi.”

“Yes….”

Perhaps because In-ho had mentioned being worried, Haon answered immediately this time. At that docile nature, In-ho rubbed the corner of his mouth, swallowing a laugh.

He wasn’t laughing simply because it was funny. It was funny, and cute, and also…. With a smile containing many meanings, In-ho gazed at the bulging mound of blankets.

“Are you crying, by any chance?”

“No, I’m not crying.”

“Then show me your face.”

He had planned to just put Haon to sleep peacefully when he first entered the house, but that thought had vanished. He didn’t want to just let Haon sleep after he had done something erotic alone the moment they parted after spending the whole day together.

“I’m asking because I’m worried.”

If you’re going to do it, we should do it together.

Haon swallowed hard and summoned the courage to lower the blanket. He felt sorry for not only dirtying In-ho’s hand but also causing him worry.

“I wasn’t crying….”

Fearing that further apologies would not please In-ho, he only showed his face. His nose felt a bit stingy, but he hadn’t shed any tears.

But he should wipe his hand. Haon glanced at In-ho’s hand rather than his eyes, his lips twitching. Though his face was exposed, he couldn’t bring himself to look In-ho in the eye.

Glancing at In-ho’s hand, Haon bit his lip as he looked at the sheet In-ho was leaning on. Of all places, In-ho’s hand was resting exactly there. The exact spot where Haon had been frantically rubbing himself.

Haon tried to dive back under the blanket to hide his pounding heart. Before he could, In-ho grabbed the blanket.

“Don’t bite your lip.”

In-ho leaned in toward Haon’s head and touched his red lips. The lips, whose wounds had healed, were soft.

I wish the bruises would heal as quickly as the lips. With that thought, he pressed lightly against the soft lips.

“May I touch you?”

Even though he was already touching him.

Haon’s face flushed red like an apple as he cast his eyes down. Neither affirming nor denying, he simply parted his lips slightly. It was a silent answer that anyone could see as a yes.

“Are you tired?”

In-ho continued his questioning while stroking Haon’s lower lip and the thin corners of his mouth. When Haon faintly shook his head, In-ho chuckled and lowered his upper body a bit further.

As he did, the scent of Haon’s skin felt even more intense.

It wasn’t the scent of an Omega, but a unique fragrance emanating from delicate skin. It was a cozy scent, the kind one might smell on a newborn baby.

The scent of Haon’s skin, which smelled somewhat like soap, tickled In-ho’s nose. To him, having shared two of Haon’s heats, it was a scent that had become somewhat familiar.

Intoxicated by this smell, he had sucked and licked every corner of the body, burying his nose in the tender flesh. That was how addictive it was.

It’s not even a pheromone, yet it’s so strange.

Thinking that the scent must be embedded in the clothes of his own that Haon was wearing, In-ho felt his lower half begin to harden. Keeping a distance so that his lower body wouldn’t touch Haon, In-ho leaned his upper body completely over.

Descending to a distance where their noses almost touched, he naturally pressed his lips against Haon’s. He bit into the lips that were exhaling feverish breaths, let go briefly, and then licked them up with his tongue.

“May I?”

Again, he added the question after the action.

No matter how long he waited, Haon wouldn’t speak up, so he had simply gone ahead and done it. If Haon just said he wanted to, In-ho could do anything for him. But Haon rarely opened his mouth.

“If you don’t answer, I’m going to keep going.”

As if warning him, he lightly bit Haon’s lower jaw. He wanted to hear the words “please kiss me” from Haon’s mouth. He hoped Haon wouldn’t just look at him from the corner of his eye, but would tell him directly with that pretty voice that he wanted him.

“…….”

However, it seemed that even answering was difficult for Haon. Or perhaps he wanted him to keep going.

As warned, In-ho swallowed those tender lips again. Opening his arms to trap the slender body, he explored Haon using only his mouth.

The inside of the mouth, as warm as the rising body temperature, was narrow and moist. The sensation reminded him of a deeper area; he clenched his fist and looked down at Haon.

Out of breath from just the kiss, Haon had his eyes squeezed shut. The violent pounding that had reached his throat had now descended to his lower abdomen, making it hard to maintain his consciousness.

The underwear, already soaked through, further clouded Haon’s reason. Every time In-ho’s tongue poked and rubbed the sensitive membranes, his waist twitched and erotic moans escaped.

“Hngh.”

Whenever Haon made a sound, In-ho more persistently pressed and caressed the same spot. All while staring intently at Haon’s flushed face. He slid his hand under the blanket that separated them and touched the twitching waist.

“Ah…!”

Because the clothes had rolled up, he touched the soft skin first. In-ho stripped away the rustling outer garment and completely pulled back the blanket. Before the limp Haon even had a chance to stop him.

“I-In-ho-ssi….”

When In-ho disentangled their tongues so Haon could breathe, a stifled voice leaked out along with a moan.

“Yes, Haon-ssi.”

In-ho immediately withdrew his hand, which had been moving toward Haon’s thigh, and braced himself against the sheet. Having caught his breath, Haon looked up at In-ho, hesitating as if there was something he wanted to say.

Fearing that his gaze from above might feel intimidating, In-ho tried to pull his upper body back. Before he could, Haon suddenly grabbed In-ho’s shoulder. It was as if his hand had moved reflexively; he looked flustered even though he was the one who had grabbed him.

“Tell me. I’m listening.”

In-ho smiled gently, holding that hand and kissing the back of it.

The kiss that started on the back of the hand continued past the wrist to the elbow. In-ho waited slowly for Haon to continue, pressing his lips against the smooth skin as if stamping it.

“I….”

Haon exhaled ragged breaths, watching In-ho lightly bite his elbow. Those dark pupils were looking at him as if to swallow him whole.

Though his expression was relaxed, a hot fever shimmered in In-ho’s eyes. It was a gaze Haon was somewhat familiar with. The gaze of an Alpha who wanted to enter him.

All Alphas looked down at Haon with similar expressions. When he cried that it hurt, they told him it was because it felt good and pushed him harder, and when Haon gasped for air, they enjoyed the way he struggled.

But In-ho was completely different from them. Even the desire held within those dark pupils felt different.

In-ho was a more special existence to Haon than anyone else. From their first meeting until now. And he felt certain it would remain so in the future.

“I, I’m not hungry….”

But how would it be for In-ho?

Tensing his thighs firmly, Haon looked directly into In-ho’s eyes. Even as his cheeks flushed red, he did not avoid the gaze.

“I know.”

In-ho, who had been biting Haon’s soft skin, answered in a low voice. His gaze was calm, trying to grasp the hidden meaning behind the words Haon had suddenly uttered.

Haon’s lips, red like a ripe pomegranate, parted slightly. He wondered what he was agonizing over so much.

“It’s okay, so tell me everything.”

In-ho waited patiently, touching Haon’s hair. He had already become addicted to the soft texture, unable to just watch.

“In-ho-ssi….”

Breaking the long silence, Haon finally spoke. Even after speaking, his eyes looked worried, wondering if it was okay to ask such a thing.

“Do you… normally do this.”

Despite that, he just blurted it out. Because In-ho had said it was okay.

“Do you kiss… even if you aren’t dating?”