#80

Shin Ho-jae used one arm to pull Jung-hyun’s thighs wide, positioning him for easier penetration. Then, he thrust his hips upward. The squelching sounds and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin gradually quickened.

Viscous fluid seeped from the point of connection, dampening the scrotum and pubic hair. Jung-hyun’s erect penis was leaking clear fluid on its own. Jung-hyun gripped his own member, stroking it as if masturbating.

Shin Ho-jae kissed him hungrily. Jung-hyun urgently opened his mouth, sucking in his breath.

Before long, his penis trembled violently and spurted out a translucent fluid. Jung-hyun’s inner walls pulsed as if breathing, and his thighs shook uncontrollably. He had ejaculated.

“Ah, ahhh….”

“Haah, CEO. Ah, I think I’m going crazy.”

Shin Ho-jae panted, sucking on his ear from behind, before grabbing his pelvis as if completely ignited. He then drove his lower body in with the momentum to bury himself to the root.

Still not reaching a satisfying depth, he eventually flipped Jung-hyun over and positioned himself from behind.

Ho-jae drove his penis in with forceful, plunging thrusts. Moaning from below, Jung-hyun pushed his hips further back, trying to find a slightly more comfortable position. Ho-jae’s hip movements became even more violent.

“Augh! Hng, hhh, ugh….”

“Hah, huugh.”

Inside, it felt as if the base of his shaft was swelling. What had been the size of a baby’s fist earlier had now grown to the size of a child’s fist.

Even amidst the mindless moans, a thought occurred to him that this was strange.

Does this make sense? At this rate, isn’t it just like knotting?

At that moment, Shin Ho-jae pressed his large body tightly against his back and hugged him. Because his torso was constricted so strongly, Jung-hyun collapsed forward, unable to move an inch. Even then, the fierce thrusting continued at the point of connection. Thud, thud, thud!

After stirring his insides several more times, Shin Ho-jae struck deep inside as if he had reached his limit, pressed his lower body flush against him, and tightened his grip on Jung-hyun.

His thick thighs became hard as stone, and soon, Jung-hyun felt the semen surging and ejecting deep within his inner walls.

The ejaculation was long, and the volume was extraordinary. The semen that overflowed from the connection surged and flowed out of the hole.

Jung-hyun pressed his forehead against the sheet and groaned. He could feel the heart in the chest pressed against his back pounding at an incredibly fast pace.

His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and it felt as though he would fall asleep just like that. It was understandable, given that he had exhausted his body in the middle of his sleep. The thought that he was thirsty and the will to wash himself both took a backseat to the pouring drowsiness.

Jung-hyun slowly closed his eyes. The sound of the heart beating regularly behind his back was as comforting as a lullaby.

At that moment, the scent of a deep ocean wafted from somewhere.

Clean and cool, with a hint of metal…

Ah, right. This is the scent of a winter sea, frozen in the shape of undulating waves.

* * *

Shin Ho-jae blinked and woke up.

He didn’t check the time, but it was probably around 6 o’clock. Even on days without training, he always woke up naturally at that time.

Looking beside him, Jung-hyun was fast asleep. Seeing his naked body, a belated sense of embarrassment washed over him.

He felt like he had pounced on him like a starving man… Moreover, when he woke up at the end, he found himself still inside him. He must have liked it so much that he didn’t want to pull out even while sleeping.

He brushed the back of his hand under his heating cheeks and stood up. Then, out of habit, he stretched to check his physical condition. His mind was clear and his muscles felt great, as if he had slept for a long time.

It was strange. Since he had engaged in intense exercise all night and his sleep time was short, his physical condition should have been the opposite.

Suddenly, the stories of his colleagues flashed through his mind—how their condition improved immensely after knotting during a rut. Ho-jae lightly shook his head.

That couldn’t be it. He had taken his suppressants as usual, and his PST levels had come back stable. He was probably just in a good mood because he finally spent the night with Jung-hyun.

As he went to tidy the blankets, the mess of the bedroom finally caught his eye. Shin Ho-jae picked up the towels, Jung-hyun’s robe, and his own underwear one by one and set them aside. Remembering that Jung-hyun had fallen asleep without being able to wash in the early morning, he brought a towel soaked in warm water.

And it was only when he lifted Jung-hyun’s long arm to wipe it that he noticed his body was strangely hot.

He hadn’t measured it with a thermometer, so he didn’t know the exact temperature, but if someone like him, who usually had a high body temperature, felt that he was hot, it was certain that he had a fever.

Shin Ho-jae’s brow furrowed deeply. He had intended to do it slowly and leisurely as he had studied before arriving here, but from the middle, he hadn’t been able to restrain himself at all.

That must have been why he pushed him too hard. Ho-jae stood for a moment in reflection. However, he couldn’t bring himself to vow that he wouldn’t do it again next time. Sex with him felt too good.

After carefully wiping his body, Ho-jae went ahead and took out fresh sheets from the drawer under the bed. Since there were spare pajamas there as well, his next task was decided.

He lifted him up, moved him to the edge of the bed for a moment, and changed the sheets. Having experience nursing his father, such tasks were not difficult at all. If there was a small problem, it was that it was quite difficult to calm his excitement while wiping Jung-hyun’s private parts.

Shin Ho-jae managed to button up the pajamas completely, maintaining a neutral expression even though no one was watching. It was a V-neck top with a loose collar, but he intentionally left the top button undone.

Jung-hyun woke up briefly when he was lifted and when the new pajamas were put on, but when told he could ‘just keep sleeping,’ he slowly closed his eyes. Jung-hyun, obediently listening to him, was cute.

Finally, he folded a towel cooled in cold water and placed it on his forehead. Whether the cold towel felt good, Jung-hyun’s closed-eyed face looked slightly more relaxed. Shin Ho-jae smiled faintly at that face.

Ever since he saw him so sick that he couldn’t even steady himself due to indigestion, he had wanted to do this for him.

Recalling that moment, a surge of anger rose within him.

The arrogant attitude of the man named Kyung Seung-hee was one thing, but the fact that Jung-hyun couldn’t say anything because he was a ‘third party’ pained Shin Ho-jae even more.

And what about others arbitrarily rubbing their pheromones on him? Kyung Seung-hee’s pheromones, and the pheromones that smelled like burning rubber, truly drove Shin Ho-jae crazy.

Shin Ho-jae took a deep breath to control his anger.

Right now, only his own scent lingered on Kwon Jung-hyun. And very intensely. It would disappear by tomorrow, but for now, he was very satisfied.

To make an excuse, his pheromone control had been strangely poor yesterday. The same went for the incident at the stadium. He had been so angry without realizing it that he poured his pheromones over Jung-hyun. Jung-hyun might not know, but a dominant could leave their pheromones on someone even without physical contact.

Shin Ho-jae reflected once more and covered him with a thin blanket. A blanket that was too thick wasn’t good when one had a fever. The room seemed a bit dry; he wondered if there was a humidifier.

He wanted to wash the dirty sheets and vacuum the messy bedroom. However, the noise of the vacuum would wake him, so he decided to postpone that and check what food ingredients were available first.

He wanted to feed him something nutritious, but since he had a fever, porridge would be best. What kind of porridge should he make? He could make it quickly with just eggs and vegetables. It would be even better if he minced some shrimp or meat into it.

Since he was at it, it would be good to organize the areas that were in a state of chaos. Since Jung-hyun might not like his personal belongings being touched, he decided to just tidy them up neatly. That much should be fine… No, he might get angry, so maybe just dusting them would be better.

As he organized the tasks in his head one by one, he found himself feeling happier and happier, which was almost funny.

He had no choice but to admit that he had wanted to do this for a very long time.

Kwon Jung-hyun rarely showed a weak side. Even when it was obvious he had been hurt, he neither sought comfort nor made it obvious.

There were times when the one hurting him was himself. He had easily driven sharpened words into Jung-hyun’s heart—words he wouldn’t even dare say to others.

At the time, Shin Ho-jae thought that such words wouldn’t hurt him anyway.

But who is there that isn’t hurt by words thrown with the intent to wound?

It just seemed that he was so accustomed to being hurt, and his entire heart was already so full of scars, that he didn’t even realize when he received a new one.

Now, Shin Ho-jae wanted to be the person who could get angry on his behalf if someone hurt him. He wanted to look after the surroundings for him, as Jung-hyun was someone who worked impeccably but failed to look after himself.

Ho-jae gazed quietly down at his completely defenseless face.

His eyelids and face were slightly swollen. His lips, too. A flush had risen on his cheeks due to the fever. Perhaps that was why he looked younger than usual. Ho-jae instinctively reached out and stroked his cheek with his finger.

Wearing soft pajamas, he looked like a completely different person from the one who wore a formal suit in public. No mask-like smile, and the armor of a shirt and tie removed, revealing his inherent fragility.

Suddenly, he thought this face was incredibly lovely.

The moment he realized it, the snowball that had been the size of a fist instantly grew and expanded. The enlarged snowball pounded against his ribs inside his chest.

He could no longer ignore this feeling.

Shin Ho-jae slowly leaned down, gave his lips a quick peck, and gently pulled away. He felt as if he had committed a theft, and his cheeks flushed hot.

He remembered the time Jung-hyun had secretly kissed him.

Had Jung-hyun felt the same way back then?

He was curious.

81 – Puck Drop