By Zephyria 
“Ugh.”
For a moment, Seo Yi-kyung felt as if his body were sinking deep into the duvet. But it wasn’t an illusion. As Han Seung-jae climbed onto the bed, a sense of weight pressed down from beneath his thighs.
His legs wavered, and Yi-kyung instinctively closed and opened his eyes, only to freeze completely as Han Seung-jae’s features drew close before him.
He was swept by a raw sensation, as if he had been pushed over in front of a wild beast. Despite the size of the bed, there was nowhere left to retreat.
Yi-kyung tried to prop himself up with his elbows to lift his upper body, but he failed as Han Seung-jae caressed his slender ankle, swept over his knee, and slid his hand up toward his thigh.
His snow-white thighs were so clear and transparent that the veins were visible. Yi-kyung’s body remained damp, made worse by the fact that he had just stepped out of the shower.
The thick scent of rose pheromones wafted erotically from beneath his exposed perineum. Han Seung-jae’s palm shifted gradually from the outside of the thigh to the inside. From his fingertips to his palm, everything became soaked.
The inner thigh where Han Seung-jae’s fingertips touched trembled. It was because Han Seung-jae’s fingers were scratching his perineum and squelching against his hole.
Yi-kyung held his breath for a short moment before resuming a slow, labored rhythm. As Han Seung-jae toyed with the wrinkled opening with his fingers, his upper body leaned forward. However, because all of Yi-kyung’s nerves were focused below, he didn’t even notice him approaching. Soon, Yi-kyung’s lips parted, and a moan escaped.
“Ah.”
The elbow he had been using to prop himself up faltered, and Yi-kyung fell backward. Han Seung-jae’s finger swept inside the hole.
Before he knew it, Han Seung-jae’s cold features were right before his eyes. Yi-kyung’s semi-erect member twitched and swayed. Han Seung-jae’s center touched him from below, rubbing suggestively. The stiff texture of the suit he was wearing pressed against the sensitive scrotum and reached the glans along the shaft.
“Seung-jae… I think my stomach is being pressed.”
Yi-kyung reached out to push Han Seung-jae’s chest. The bracelet on his wrist rustled. It was a reaction closer to an instinctive defense.
Han Seung-jae’s cold eyes drew closer slowly. His low, cool voice echoed right in front of him.
“That’s why I’m being gentle right now.”
He clearly did not know the true meaning of the word ‘gentle.’ But in the next moment, Han Seung-jae’s tongue moved ticklishly, licking Yi-kyung’s lower lip where a scab had dried. He rubbed against the parted mucous membrane and pushed the tip of his tongue into the mouth.
The piece of flesh pouring into his mouth felt sweet. Was it because of the alcohol Han Seung-jae had drunk?
“Nngh…”
Their tongues intertwined strongly, and he was sucked so hard it felt stinging. Yi-kyung curled his fingertips into the chest he had been pushing away. Han Seung-jae’s shirt bunched up in his grip, creating shadows.
Furthermore, Han Seung-jae wasn’t putting his full weight on Yi-kyung’s body. And he was only fiddling with the entrance of the hole with his fingers, not inserting them deep into the inner walls. It was simply that Yi-kyung, frightened in advance, had placed his hands on Han Seung-jae’s chest.
“Ugh, ah.”
Yi-kyung’s lower lip trembled after being fiercely sucked and then released. Before he knew it, a scratch on his lower lip opened, and blood began to seep out. Han Seung-jae licked it with his tongue.
“Haa, haa.”
As Yi-kyung caught his breath, the strength in his grip faded. The collar of Han Seung-jae’s shirt, which he had been clutching, came loose and wrinkled.
Every time Han Seung-jae moved, Yi-kyung tried to close his thighs, but it was difficult because Han Seung-jae had inserted his fingers into the hole and was holding his position.
A chilling sensation, like cold metal touching the shaft of his member, shot through him. Yi-kyung curled his toes. The zipper of Han Seung-jae’s suit pants brushed past his perineum and slid down.
Han Seung-jae’s lips, faintly stained with blood, sucked on Yi-kyung’s white nape and licked the moisture pooled on his collarbone, constantly moving downward.
Yi-kyung’s now-erect member twitched. Another one of Han Seung-jae’s fingers pushed into the hole. Simultaneously, Han Seung-jae rubbed his tongue against the prominent nipples on the snow-white chest. He sharpened the tip of his tongue to scratch while pushing his fingers deeper inside. The narrow, hot inner walls tightened around the fingers.
Everywhere Han Seung-jae’s lips passed turned red.
“Ah.”
It was when Han Seung-jae licked his stomach. Against Yi-kyung’s shallow breathing, Han Seung-jae spoke while keeping his lips pressed there.
“Your stomach still isn’t protruding much.”
“That’s… because I’m… pregnant.”
Yi-kyung’s words were interrupted and then resumed as Han Seung-jae lightly sucked and licked his stomach. If one looked closely, Yi-kyung’s lower abdomen was slightly swollen. However, it seemed it wasn’t enough for Han Seung-jae.
“I think it was protruding more than this when I put my cock in.”
For a moment, Yi-kyung’s face flushed, and the heat seemed to spread to his neck. Whether he knew it or not, Han Seung-jae took Yi-kyung’s erect member into his mouth.
At the unexpected stimulation, Yi-kyung gasped and stopped breathing. Han Seung-jae’s fingers slowly swept through the hole while his tongue moved.
“I haven’t even put it in deep, so relax a bit.”
It wasn’t that Yi-kyung was having trouble breathing because the fingers were stimulating the hole. It was because Han Seung-jae was licking the shaft, scratching under the glans, and acting as if he would swallow Yi-kyung’s entire member, causing his whole body to instinctively shrink.
Tsk. Han Seung-jae seemed to click his tongue lowly before withdrawing the fingers that had been rummaging through the hole. Love fluid dripped along his fingers, spreading in circular stains across the sheet.
Only after Han Seung-jae spat out Yi-kyung’s member did Yi-kyung’s stomach, which had been frozen with tension, heave sharply.
“Ah, ah.”
But that too was momentary. Han Seung-jae spread Yi-kyung’s buttocks wide, lifted him up, and proceeded to suck the hole, brushing past the scrotum.
With his hips lifted, Yi-kyung’s member, which touched his lower abdomen, trembled. He couldn’t believe it. The fact that Han Seung-jae was currently burying his head between his legs and sucking his hole. Moreover, every time the tongue touched the wrinkled opening, Yi-kyung shuddered as a tingling thrill spread through his bloodstream.
Wet sounds flowed continuously from below. He couldn’t tell if it was because Han Seung-jae was sucking, or if Yi-kyung’s hole was just that drenched and limp.
Fluid beaded at the tip of Yi-kyung’s member and dripped onto his stomach.
“S-Seung-jae, are you drunk?”
Unable to withstand Han Seung-jae’s strength, the only thing Yi-kyung could do was ask. While doing so, with eyes shaking messily, he tried to gauge the amount of whiskey Han Seung-jae had drunk at the restaurant earlier.
Then, Han Seung-jae, who had been leaving marks deep inside the inner thighs, lifted his head. He seemed to be thinking about the alcohol he had consumed as well. Soon, Han Seung-jae’s breath sprayed across the thighs mottled with red bruises.
“No way.”
“Then why on earth…?”
Han Seung-jae grabbed Yi-kyung’s arm. The bathrobe, which had been loosely draped below the shoulders, fell to the floor by Han Seung-jae’s hand. Rather than being drunk on alcohol, it would be more accurate to say his reason had completely vanished due to the pheromones emanating from Yi-kyung’s body as he stepped out of the bathroom.
“And here you were, stimulating me.”
Looking at Yi-kyung’s face, which was now flustered, Han Seung-jae’s gaze landed on the bracelet on the wrist he was holding.
Lifting the arm he held, he asked Yi-kyung.
“Does this actually work?”
Yi-kyung stared at the bracelet for a moment before hurriedly answering.
“A little…”
Still, it seemed to provide some comfort in a corner of his heart compared to having nothing. He didn’t know for sure if it was effective in preventing morning sickness. But wouldn’t it be better than nothing? Yi-kyung was having such thoughts.
Just then, Han Seung-jae seemed to toy with Yi-kyung’s wrist with his fingers, and then the bracelet snapped.
Yi-kyung’s eyes widened. Han Seung-jae looked at the bracelet that had broken effortlessly.
“Oops.”
The long, dangling bracelet was tossed onto the bedsheet from his fingertips.
“Well, I’m here now, so you don’t need it, right?”
That was true, but…
Soon, Yi-kyung couldn’t think of anything. Han Seung-jae flipped his body over and made him lie face down on the bed.
Yi-kyung’s heart beat as if it would explode, and his chest heaved wildly. He gripped the sheet tightly with both hands. Han Seung-jae’s pheromones, felt behind his back, filled his lungs and made his mind hazy. And the hole that had been rubbed by the tongue was quickly drenched with love fluid flowing from the inside.
Han Seung-jae swept his own member with his fingers and rubbed it lightly against the buttocks that bore finger marks. The hole, wet with love fluid, gasped open. It was the place where Han Seung-jae’s tongue had been entering and exiting until a moment ago.
The tip of the glans, with bulging veins, pressed firmly against the hole. The wrinkles stretched taut.
A strange light flickered in Han Seung-jae’s eyes. Did Yi-kyung even know? How he looked from behind, desperately gripping the sheet and supporting his body to keep his stomach from being pressed.
Yi-kyung’s upper body was lowered, and his hips were held high. That sight alone gave Han Seung-jae a powerful urge to ram the cock he was holding into the hole and thrust wildly inside.
“Hng.”
Yi-kyung let out an involuntary moan of pain, but Han Seung-jae’s member did not stop and began to push straight inside.