By Zephyria 
“Ugh, ngh!”
Seo Yi-kyung tried to grab and pull away Han Seung-jae’s wrist, which was wrapped around his waist. When it didn’t go as planned, Yi-kyung dug in his nails. His rounded nails sank into Han Seung-jae’s dress shirt.
“Haah, haah…”
As their lips parted, Yi-kyung breathed heavily to catch his breath. At the same time, he gripped Han Seung-jae’s wrist, which was still holding him, tightly.
“My stomach… it’s being pressed.”
Because of the member filling his inner walls and the firm arm wrapped around his waist, Yi-kyung worried that it might affect the baby inside his stomach. As if accepting those words, Han Seung-jae shifted the position of the hand wrapped around his waist.
His large hand caressed Yi-kyung’s chest, trapping the hardened nipple between his fingers and rubbing it.
“Is it okay here?”
There was… no way it could be okay.
Yi-kyung couldn’t understand Han Seung-jae’s intention in asking that. He was already touching and kneading it. Was he asking for permission? There was no way Han Seung-jae would do that… it was most likely just Yi-kyung’s simple delusion.
Still, he couldn’t let the hand go back down to his waist, so Yi-kyung dropped his head. The pajamas he was wearing fluttered.
Han Seung-jae moved his cock while rubbing Yi-kyung’s chest. Unlike before, he didn’t push inside roughly. He pulled back slightly and then entered, as if carving a path through the hole.
Every time Han Seung-jae shoved his member in and pulled it out, the hot inner walls were pushed this way and that. Perhaps it was because of the pheromones constantly flowing from Han Seung-jae’s body. Yi-kyung felt love fluid flowing down his thighs. And every time his hips were pushed back and forth, his own member rubbed against the bed sheets.
Perhaps because Han Seung-jae had simply let go of his member earlier, leaving him unable to ejaculate, it was the moment Yi-kyung felt a slight tingling in his member, which had been dripping bodily fluids onto the sheets.
“Rubbing it like that, are you going to cum?”
Yi-kyung realized that he had been feeling stimulation every time his member brushed against the bed without him knowing. And Han Seung-jae had noticed that fact.
Yi-kyung hurriedly lifted his upper body slightly to pull his member away from the sheets. As the space opened up, Han Seung-jae’s arm, which had been kneading his chest, moved downward.
“I-It’s fine.”
Yi-kyung’s resisting hands had no effect. Han Seung-jae gripped Yi-kyung’s member tightly. Yi-kyung’s flanks squirmed. He exhaled, opening his mouth wider.
“Doesn’t it hurt to rub it against the sheets when it’s hard like this?”
“I-I never did that.”
“I saw everything. You shaking your hips.”
“…….”
Yi-kyung felt the heat spread from his cheeks all the way to the nape of his neck. And Han Seung-jae, more than anyone, would know that it wasn’t intentional.
It was closer to Yi-kyung’s hips fluttering here and there due to the recoil every time he moved his cock. Yi-kyung gripped the sheets. It was because Han Seung-jae had begun to rub his member up and down.
He used his long fingers to stroke down the thin shaft and scratch up under the foreskin. Meanwhile, because he shoved his member deep into the hole, Yi-kyung let out a series of hurried, shallow breaths.
“Hng, ngh, ha-ah.”
Yi-kyung’s breathing broke apart as if scattering. It was hard to tell who was moving his shaking hips. Soon, Yi-kyung squeezed his eyes shut. Every time Han Seung-jae’s grip tightened around the tip of the glans, the sensation of ejaculation gradually built up. Soon, Yi-kyung’s flanks heaved violently. He sprayed semen into Han Seung-jae’s grip.
Han Seung-jae released the member he had been holding. Only then did Yi-kyung, who was breathing heavily, snap back to his senses. Because Han Seung-jae had held and shaken his member and rubbed him pleasurably from behind, Yi-kyung realized belatedly that Han Seung-jae had not yet ejaculated.
“Haah, haah.”
Even though Yi-kyung was breathing as if he were about to pass out. Han Seung-jae slowly pulled his waist back. Yi-kyung’s calves trembled with a stinging sensation. It felt as if the long member was scraping the inner walls as it exited, the glans catching at the entrance before slipping out.
Yi-kyung’s hole twitched.
“If you can’t hold it, just lie down.”
Han Seung-jae grabbed Yi-kyung’s shoulders and laid him down on the bed. With a thud, the suit Han Seung-jae had taken off touched Yi-kyung’s back.
Han Seung-jae grabbed Yi-kyung’s thin ankles, spread them, and curled them upward. Yi-kyung’s wet hole, which had been clutching Han Seung-jae’s large member until a moment ago, gasped open.
Yi-kyung’s thighs were glossy and shimmering with flowing love fluid. His stomach was the same, covered in gel. However, it was half-wiped by the dress shirt as Han Seung-jae held him from behind.
Lying on the bed, Yi-kyung’s hips were barely hanging off the edge. When he saw Han Seung-jae’s refined features between his legs, a corner of his heart fluttered.
And for good reason, Han Seung-jae had taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. Furthermore, the member revealed between the open buckle caught his eye.
Yi-kyung looked up at Han Seung-jae, averting his gaze from the member that looked as if it would pierce through him at any moment.
Looking up from below, there was no sign of disarray in Han Seung-jae’s face. His eyes were still cold and indifferent. At that sight, anxiety sprouted in a corner of Yi-kyung’s heart.
Han Seung-jae stroked his own member with fingers wet with Yi-kyung’s semen. He looked down at Yi-kyung and spoke in a low voice. “This is troublesome.”
However, it wasn’t clearly audible, buried under the sound of Yi-kyung’s rough breathing.
“……?”
Yi-kyung’s doubt lasted only a moment. Han Seung-jae aligned his member with Yi-kyung’s hole and pressed firmly. As Yi-kyung’s lips parted, Han Seung-jae leaned his upper body down. To avoid pressing on Yi-kyung’s stomach, he propped one arm by Yi-kyung’s head.
Yi-kyung stopped breathing at the tight sensation of the foreign object filling his body, then consciously let out a long breath. Without avoiding Han Seung-jae’s eyes, which were staring incessantly. He didn’t forget to breathe while trying his best not to stimulate him. Han Seung-jae’s arm, which had descended closer, bent, and his lips touched.
The moment their lips brushed, Han Seung-jae whispered.
“Open up.”
Yi-kyung slowly spread his closed thighs. However, Han Seung-jae licked Yi-kyung’s lower lip as if tracing it. “Not that, your lips.” Then, as if realizing he had opened the wrong thing, Yi-kyung opened his mouth.
The tip of Han Seung-jae’s tongue slowly scraped and dug into the inside of the tender mucosa. As his waist began to move, Yi-kyung reached out with both hands and grabbed Han Seung-jae’s flanks. The dress shirt wrapped around his grip.
“Nng…”
With their lips pressed together, their waists rubbed incessantly. Yi-kyung’s rounded hips seemed to be crushed against the edge of the bed before being curled upward.
“Ah, haah.”
As Han Seung-jae’s lips parted, Yi-kyung’s heated breaths scattered over the bed. Han Seung-jae grabbed Yi-kyung’s thighs, spread them, and pushed his member in deep before pulling it out. It became increasingly difficult to keep up with the movements that were slow, as if gauging how deep he could go.
Yi-kyung gripped the sheets, barely supporting his body as if his hips were being dragged down below the bed. Moreover, he had no way to endure Han Seung-jae’s gaze looking down from above. Yi-kyung closed his eyes and surrendered his entire body.
He couldn’t tell how much time had passed. He only felt the movement of the member, which had swollen to the limit inside the inner walls, gradually slow down, and as it slowly emerged, semen dripped down along Han Seung-jae’s member.
“Haah, haah, haah.”
Yi-kyung breathed repeatedly to catch his breath. His sweat-soaked hair was stuck to his forehead. Moreover, he couldn’t even open his eyes.
Yi-kyung’s thighs slowly lowered below the bed. Yi-kyung couldn’t even think about closing his spread legs. He just let his body limp, engulfed in the heat spreading through his entire body.
Then, Yi-kyung lifted his sweat-dampened eyelids at the device touching his stomach. Han Seung-jae was placing an ultrasound machine on his stomach. Yi-kyung didn’t have the strength left to refuse it. Yi-kyung’s pale face turned toward the monitor. It was because Han Seung-jae was looking there.
Hearing the thumping sound echoing loudly throughout the room, Yi-kyung felt a strange sense of relief. Han Seung-jae placed the device on the bed and grabbed Yi-kyung’s shoulders to pull him up.
He took the exhausted Yi-kyung into the bathroom.
Swoosh—
Water filled up around Yi-kyung, who was sitting in the bathtub. After adjusting the temperature, Han Seung-jae headed toward the shower booth. Yi-kyung felt as if his entire body was melting in the hot water gradually enveloping him. He felt like he could fall asleep if he closed his eyes right now.
Averting his gaze from Han Seung-jae, who had entered the shower booth, Yi-kyung scooped up water with both hands and splashed it on his face.
Haa—. Yi-kyung let out a long, slow breath. Then, he suddenly recalled the moment Han Seung-jae’s lips parted while he was lying on the bed looking up. He hadn’t heard the words clearly due to the rough breathing of reaching a climax, but Han Seung-jae’s lips had definitely said so.
—This is troublesome. If you look at me with those eyes, it’ll be hard to let you out of bed.
…Splash, Yi-kyung splashed water on his face again to break the reverie. Water droplets flowing down his slender jaw fell drip, drip into the bathtub. Soon after, he wiped his lips with the back of his wet hand. He still felt as if their lips were touching. Although he had thrust his waist fiercely from time to time, he seemed to be exercising patience. Even if it was only for a short while.
If he opened his mouth, it felt as if nothing but moans of pain would flow out.