By Zephyria 
Kissing was originally a dreadfully unfamiliar act. In a life where physical contact—aside from combat or handshakes—was nonexistent, there was no way he had ever known it to be an act of exchanging saliva.
However, since he far exceeded the average in anything involving the body, Jin Mu-hae adapted quickly to this irrational and slick behavior.
He bit the lips that exhaled breath, sucked them, dug into the gaps, and swept across the rows of teeth.
He rubbed and pressed against the tongue that came out to meet him with panting breaths. When he gently brushed against the roof of the mouth, the body held in his arms shuddered as if it had been waiting for it.
“Hng…!”
Joo-oh also learned incredibly fast. At first, he had merely panted while holding his breath, but at some point, he began to intertwine his tongue naturally.
Yet, though he was earnest in the way he fidgeted and clung, he couldn’t surpass Jin Mu-hae.
Because the only person he had observed, experienced, and learned from was his roommate. Every time Mu-hae felt that fact, a deep thirst seemed to bloom anew.
“Uu, hng.”
“Stay… haa… still.”
Joo-oh unconsciously swayed his hips again. The stimulation pressed firmly against the object beneath him almost made Mu-hae bite his lower lip.
Lifting the clothes of the twitching youth, he slid his hand downward. Warm skin trembled, welcoming the intruder.
“Belly… quickly.”
“Quickly what?”
“Touch me.”
Panting and leaning in, Joo-oh pulled at the remaining hand. He had caught fire instantly, much like when he had been panting and biting someone’s leg a moment ago.
A white, flat stomach rose and fell minutely with his breathing. Every time the large hand gripped and rubbed his waist, Joo-oh rubbed his head frantically against the shoulder he leaned on, his face showing he didn’t know what to do with all the pleasure.
“Hmm. Jin Mu-hae smell.”
By now, Mu-hae knew that the “smell” he spoke of wasn’t simply the scent of freshly changed clothes or shower products.
He indulged in the body scent—Mu-hae’s unique smell that could be recognized even from a distance.
He had also noticed the specific scent of arousal that began to spread faintly as the body temperature rose. It seemed he was all the more delighted whenever Mu-hae stroked and touched him in those moments.
Since Jin Mu-hae was not of the same species, it was difficult for him to make such detailed distinctions. Nevertheless, he occasionally buried his nose in the crook of the other’s neck.
A characteristic fragrant scent always lingered on Joo-oh’s body. An impulse to lick, bite, and pin down his wrists crept up slowly.
“Here too, rub it.”
Whether he knew of the rising violence or not, he smiled brightly and pulled the hand elsewhere.
Why did this lean chest feel so erotic? Mu-hae gripped the nipple, which had already become stiff and prominent, and pulled it long before twisting it.
“Ah, ng.”
“This is why you keep doing lewd things.”
“No. Fuu. I just like Jin Mu-hae’s smell.”
As they kissed again, the face Mu-hae scanned was flushed red and melted soft. His pupils were incredibly hazy, as if he had swallowed some kind of drug.
It wasn’t that he looked drunk; he was drunk. It was fascinating in many ways that someone could be this delirious just by smelling another’s body scent without having a drop of alcohol.
Joo-oh rubbed himself again against the spot where he sat. A sharp sting in his lower abdomen made Mu-hae accidentally bite the other’s tongue slightly.
For a moment, breath stopped, and it felt as if the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Even the ambiguous contact felt intensely powerful, and Mu-hae unconsciously thrust his hips upward a few times.
“Hek, hua.”
Joo-oh, barely pulling his lips away, made a sound like a hiccup. The way his red lips parted was damnably cute.
It was strange. Why did he want to stroke and embrace him, while simultaneously wanting to grab a handful of that soft hair and yank it?
While Joo-oh looked only at him, blinking from wherever he was, Mu-hae felt an increasing impulse to slam his fist against the wall or tear into a cushion.
He barely maintained his balance between raw desire and the other’s pretty face. Instead of grabbing his hair, he pulled at the waistband of the loose pants.
A round piece of flesh trembled and wrapped around his hand. Joo-oh, who had pushed the fabric down to his calves, pressed his buttocks down as if he had been waiting.
“Kkh…”
He tried to undo the pant buckle immediately, but his hand trembled, and he failed. Fumbling, he lowered the zipper and pulled out the menacing object from within.
The member, springing out with a thud, rubbed firmly against Joo-oh’s lower abdomen.
“Auuu.”
The one sitting on top let out a moan and pressed even closer. The front of the shirt he hadn’t thrown off became soaked with a slick liquid.
“Who, haa, told you to cum on clothes I just changed into?”
“Nng, I like it. Hek… I like it…”
Mu-hae wondered if he was rubbing himself against the object of his own accord without being told, but soon Joo-oh made a frustrated expression, whimpering.
Quickly, he began to mumble and pester. His body went limp without any will to resist, as if he would welcome whatever was done to him.
Mu-hae lifted his buttocks slightly and inserted his heated member between the soft mounds.
As he moved his hips, the head of the cock slowly rubbed and poked the soft perineum and the twitching area around the hole.
“Ah, nng…!”
The body that had been nestled deeply grew slightly rigid. As the stimulation surged, his waist stiffened instantly, and he began to make strange, growling sounds.
“Haa, haa…”
“Jin Mu, hae. Heu.”
Even in the midst of it, he smiled foolishly whenever their eyes met. The face that distorted with pleasure and then melted back into a smile was quite stimulating.
Cupping the back of his head, Mu-hae pressed and rubbed his hips more forcefully. To ensure the trembling youth didn’t fall away, he wrapped his arm around his waist with the hand that had been groping his chest.
“You pester me to do this every chance you get.”
“I want to be with you every day.”
“We are together, every single day.”
“I want to hold you tight.”
Muttering tempting words, Joo-oh pulled down the pants that were only halfway off.
Rip. He thought he heard the sound of stitching tearing for a moment, but he ignored it. Soon, the garment that had been dangling precariously clung to one ankle and flopped to the floor.
“Want me to shove it in?”
Words that would have made him grimace in disgust if he heard them from someone else flowed smoothly from his own mouth without any filter.
He felt a sense of self-loathing whenever this happened, but his excitement wouldn’t subside. Instead, only the sight of the buttocks bouncing and pounding against him filled his vision.
“Hehe.”
As expected, he smiled brightly as if he were a person who didn’t know the meaning of refusal. Mu-hae rubbed his cock—now so hard it was glistening—against the other’s underside a few more times.
It was already so slippery that his lower abdomen felt a pull. Hearing the whisper, I like this, Mu-hae stiffened the shaft of his cock even further.
“Hieuk…!”
A narrow, hot, and tightly clinging inner wall. The sensation of being swallowed by the pulsing walls sent shivers racing up his spine.
Mu-hae stopped breathing again. He could feel every tremor of Joo-oh’s movement as the member slowly pushed inside.
He felt tension in his temples, and a vein popped out on his forehead. Squeeze. The narrow hole tightened further following the rhythm of the breath.
Ugh… He couldn’t hold back a groan. His vision blurred slightly, and he gripped the buttocks more firmly.
“Ah, uu.”
“Shh. It’s all the way in.”
“Hng…”
The fucking hadn’t even started yet, but Joo-oh was already arching his body. Since he was the one sitting on top, the more he twisted his waist, the deeper the member drove into him.
Since it was morning before work, Mu-hae had intended to just lightly relieve his desire, but if the other acted like this, it was hard for him to remain calm.
Thump. He lifted him slightly and then slammed him down hard onto himself. Joo-oh’s body, which had been merely panting at the intrusion, jolted violently.
“Uuuung!”
The shoulder and neck area where he leaned became damp. No matter how he thought about it, it didn’t seem like sweat, so when he fumbled to touch the face, a slippery piece of flesh bit and licked his fingertips.
“Am I, haa, a piece of candy? I told you to eat breakfast, and here you are licking me.”
“Fuuuu… Jin Mu-hae.”
“That’s, not what I asked.”
“I like Jin Mu-hae…”
With his words trailing off, a proper conversation was out of the question. Looking at his eyes, the red pupils had already lost focus and grown hazy.
It wasn’t as if he was doing anything he hadn’t done before, but the reaction was exceptionally strong. The youth, who had been twitching blankly, let out a little laugh.
“I did it.”
Biting not just the neck but even the earlobe, Joo-oh suddenly spoke to himself.
“Did what?”
“Fuu. I missed Jin Mu-hae, so that’s why I did it.”
Despite living together for this long, his rambling was still hard to understand.
Normally, he would have just played along and ignored it, but for some reason, he wasn’t in the mood to do that today.
“When?”
He asked shortly, digging deep into the other’s interior. The youth, who had been trembling and panting, whimpered and clung tighter to his chest.
Pressing his cheek against the heated body, Joo-oh answered.
“When I was alone.”
“…Kkh.”
“When I was, hng, the only one left.”
Finding the sensation of the thrusts pleasant, Joo-oh kept smiling and let his legs dangle beneath the chair.
Joo-oh was rarely left alone. He followed Mu-hae doggedly wherever he went.
There was only one time he had disappeared for a considerable period. When he had turned into an Aberrant and fled far away.
Mu-hae figured he was talking about that time. Even then, despite having run away, he couldn’t completely leave Mu-hae’s side and had lingered around Goryeo City.
He must have missed him. He certainly must have.
At the very least, Jin Mu-hae had. He had missed that annoying, chattering voice quite a bit.
“Then you shouldn’t have bolted on your own.”
He had scolded him, expecting an answer like I didn’t or I won’t bolt again, but for once, Joo-oh didn’t offer much of a response.
Twitch. The inner wall gripping the cock clung without a single gap, and Mu-hae couldn’t continue his thoughts, letting out a small groan.
He remembered the time when he was called a crazy mercenary for saying unnecessary things. Back then, Mu-hae thought he was perfectly sane, but looking back, he had been blind to everything.
If he had known he would get this used to it, he wished he hadn’t swung his sword back then. Since that day, he had felt unnecessarily uncomfortable using the same kind of blade in front of Joo-oh.
“Ugh… haa.”
As if he could actually read his thoughts, Joo-oh hugged him even tighter. For a split second, he was suffocated to the point where his mind went blank.
In moments like this, it was unclear whether the pleasure piercing the heart was fear or excitement. The only certain thing was that either way, it was an intense stimulation.
Chu, chueup. Only after kissing him several more times did he lift him up with slightly trembling hands. Since he hadn’t fully released himself yet, his lower half was throbbing and anxious.
The newly acquired bed had a sturdy frame, so it would withstand most movements. Without removing the object he had pushed inside, Mu-hae carried him and slowly moved away from the dining table.
237 – I Became an Anomaly in a Dead Game