By Zephyria 
Seo Yi-kyung blinked. He couldn’t tell where Han Seung-jae’s words ended as a joke and began as the truth.
Still not giving up, Seo Yi-kyung attempted to rise from the bed, gripping the sheets. Simultaneously, his shirt, which had slid down, rolled up. With his head half-raised, Seo Yi-kyung looked down at the wagashi crushed against his chest. It was being practically pulverized by Han Seung-jae’s hand.
Han Seung-jae’s gaze followed Yi-kyung’s, landing where the dazed man was looking. Between his fingers gripping the lean chest, a prominent red nipple sat appetisingly.
As Yi-kyung slowly shifted his eyes upward, a deep shadow fell over his face. With his mouth hanging open, Seo Yi-kyung watched as Han Seung-jae extended his tongue to taste the area around his chest. Soon, the pointed tip of the red tongue moved lengthily, scraping the nipple before opening wide to suck it in fully.
“……!”
Han Seung-jae is eating the wagashi.
That thought flashed through Seo Yi-kyung’s mind. An erotic sensation traveled from the tip of his nipple, down his side, and further below. At the tingling sensation, Seo Yi-kyung belatedly exhaled the breath he had been holding.
Whether he was aware of this or not, Han Seung-jae was preoccupied with eating the wagashi. At least, that was how it looked to Seo Yi-kyung, who was looking down at his own chest with his head slightly raised.
Han Seung-jae licked the wagashi as if savoring the taste, and conversely, opened his mouth to take it in as if to swallow it whole. Every time he did, the tip of Seo Yi-kyung’s nipple tingled, and his hips gave a shallow jerk.
“S-Seung-jae.”
At Seo Yi-kyung’s call, Han Seung-jae pulled his mouth away from the wagashi he had been tasting. He then looked at Seo Yi-kyung’s cheeks and neck, which had turned redder than the nipple he had been sucking, and spoke.
“Anyone watching would think I’d rubbed a cock against you.”
Seo Yi-kyung was so flustered he didn’t know what to do. Only shallow, ragged breaths escaped from his parted lips. His red, wet tongue panted.
While Han Seung-jae had been tasting him slowly, Seo Yi-kyung had been unable to breathe properly.
“Haa, haa.”
Han Seung-jae seemed to watch him silently for a moment, then gradually lowered his head.
Seo Yi-kyung thought he was going to eat the wagashi again. Having experienced it once, his shoulders reflexively hunched, and his upper body curled as if to hide the sweets. But was it an illusion that Han Seung-jae’s sharp features were gradually drawing closer?
His cold eyes were deep enough to look intellectual. His honed bridge of the nose gradually tilted. Just before their lips touched, Han Seung-jae coolly licked Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip and murmured.
“Open.”
Seo Yi-kyung parted his closing lower lip further. Han Seung-jae’s tongue swept densely into his mouth.
To Seo Yi-kyung, the rubbing tip of the tongue felt slick. Perhaps because he had just eaten the wagashi, the sweet tip of the tongue pressed against the tender inside of his cheeks, scraped the roof of his mouth, and dug deep into his throat.
Seo Yi-kyung, who had been breathing irregularly, tightly gripped Han Seung-jae’s collar with the hand that had been holding the sheet. The dress shirt crumpled violently, creating creases.
Han Seung-jae released his lower lip. Seo Yi-kyung’s chest heaved breathlessly. While Seo Yi-kyung caught his breath, Han Seung-jae removed the cardigan he was wearing and pushed up his shirt.
Thud. The shirt brushed past Seo Yi-kyung’s slender hair and fell to the floor. Soon, his pants and underwear were stripped away without exception.
Sitting naked on the bed, Seo Yi-kyung felt his body tremble slightly. It wasn’t because he felt cold. An excessive amount of pheromones were emanating from Han Seung-jae’s body. Because the scent of white wood enveloped his entire body, Seo Yi-kyung only slowly realized that Han Seung-jae was rising from the bed.
Seo Yi-kyung felt a sense of euphoria spreading through his blood. As he slowly lowered his head, the crushed wagashi was scattered messily from his chest down to his lean abdominals. Seo Yi-kyung tensed his thighs. His hole was wetting quickly.
Then, Han Seung-jae’s low voice sounded from above his head.
“If my pheromones are present, there shouldn’t be any difficulty in eating, right?”
As Seo Yi-kyung’s head turned upward uneasily, Han Seung-jae undid a couple of buttons on his dress shirt. He looked excessively composed. He seemed to believe that the reason Seo Yi-kyung hovered around him was due to morning sickness. And since the pheromones of an extreme dominant Alpha were being emitted in full, he judged that there would be no struggle for Seo Yi-kyung to eat or swallow anything.
Furthermore, since Seo Yi-kyung had felt no particular difficulty eating anything while by Han Seung-jae’s side until now, he was even more certain.
“Lie face down. So I can see your hole clearly.”
Grabbing and spreading the snow-white buttocks, Han Seung-jae pressed his cock, revealed between the buckle, against him. The hole, wet with love fluid, made a lewd, squelching sound.
Lying face down on the bed with only his hips raised high, Seo Yi-kyung tried his best to stifle his moans. However, every time Han Seung-jae scraped the hole with his cock or rubbed it as if driving into the perineum, suppressed groans leaked through his teeth.
Han Seung-jae pressed the cock he held against the hole and forced it in. The hole barely managed to take the tip of the glans. As the shaft began to push in bit by bit, he spread Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks further and spoke.
“Even after I’ve fucked you that much.”
“You’re still not broken in.” Han Seung-jae’s trailing words scattered over the bed. He pulled the glans out. Only then did Seo Yi-kyung exhale the breath he had been holding. But soon, he shuddered at a strange sensation touching his buttocks.
“Ugh, ah.”
Seo Yi-kyung turned his head back from where it had been buried.
“What… what are you doing?”
Then, meeting his eyes, Han Seung-jae caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s white buttocks with his palm. The wagashi in his grip was crushed against Seo Yi-kyung’s high-raised buttocks.
Because of that, he had the illusion that his buttocks had been soiled.
Originally, Han Seung-jae had not the slightest interest in anything that was slightly broken or dirty. But once that was linked to a certain person, it had long since ceased to matter. In the first place, he had never thought of it as dirty.
The scent of sweet wagashi was added to the scent of wet roses. It was a fragrance that was impossible to endure without eating. Would his tongue melt if he ate it? No. His cock might melt instead. Yes, that was certainly what would happen.
Han Seung-jae pressed and rubbed his cock against the buttocks where the remnants of the wagashi were scattered. With those few movements, Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks swayed back and forth. And before long, semen leaked from the tip of the urethra of the cock Han Seung-jae held.
The buttocks, now a mess of bodily fluids and wagashi, were trembling. Han Seung-jae aligned the gripped glans with the hole once more.
“Relax. It’ll be easier to take it in than before.”
The tip of the glans, dripping with semen, dug into the hole. It entered more smoothly than before.
Spreading the buttocks, Han Seung-jae gradually put strength into his waist. Maintaining his composure, he watched the line of Seo Yi-kyung’s back twitch slightly as he pushed his cock in.
Seo Yi-kyung struggled with all his might to keep his arms from collapsing. However, before long, his entire body shook as he practically surrendered himself to Han Seung-jae.
In the gradually darkening room, Seo Yi-kyung’s labored breathing echoed repeatedly. In between, deep shadows overlapped like beasts.
Han Seung-jae grabbed the struggling Seo Yi-kyung’s shoulders, laid him flat on his back, and helped him settle comfortably. But soon, Seo Yi-kyung’s two arms were thrown up haphazardly. It was because his waist had been pulled downward. Soon, his knees were folded upward, and his limp opposite leg was draped over Han Seung-jae’s firm arm.
The hole, which had been limp from holding the large cock just a moment ago, was now filled tightly. Han Seung-jae drove the constantly swelling mass of flesh into the deepest part of Seo Yi-kyung’s belly.
* * *
A low voice was heard in the darkness. It sounded as if Han Seung-jae was talking to someone. Seo Yi-kyung struggled to lift his eyelids and turned his head. Then, a black silhouette looked this way.
“Are you awake?”
“…….”
“Can you get up?”
Han Seung-jae placed the phone he had finished the call with on the bed and helped Seo Yi-kyung rise. He was wearing a robe, as if he had finished showering.
Barely standing on the floor with trembling legs, Seo Yi-kyung felt something hot streaming down from his open hole. It flowed down his thigh and onto the rug.
Seo Yi-kyung brushed off Han Seung-jae’s hand and hurried into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower booth and turned on the water, ignoring the hole from which fluids were still leaking.
A long arm reached out from behind and penetrated the pouring stream of water.
Although the robe he was wearing was getting wet, Han Seung-jae didn’t care and turned Seo Yi-kyung’s body to lead him toward the bathtub. The tub was already filled with warm water.
Earlier, when Han Seung-jae had laid him flat, Seo Yi-kyung had felt his insides filling up immensely. And that Han Seung-jae had gripped his genitals. Because of that, bodily fluids were currently scattered across Seo Yi-kyung’s belly as well.
Seo Yi-kyung hurriedly entered the bathtub.
“The water might be hot.”
Han Seung-jae made a low clicking sound with his tongue.
“……This much is fine.”
Seo Yi-kyung was too preoccupied with hiding his body to know if the water was hot. It was only natural, as everything from his chest and belly to his inner thighs and buttocks was a mess, mixed with wagashi. Whether he knew or not, Han Seung-jae, who had approached, spoke.
“Come down when you’re finished washing.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s hand, which had scooped up water to splash on his face out of habit, stopped in mid-air. Watching this, Han Seung-jae added.
“I told them to have dinner ready.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s hand splashed back into the tub. Han Seung-jae put his hand in to check the water temperature and murmured.
“It seems a bit hot.”
Han Seung-jae fiddled with the buttons to adjust the water temperature. Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t take his eyes off him.
Come to think of it, they had agreed to have dinner together today. Hadn’t Seo Yi-kyung said so the day before?
Christmas was not over yet.