By Zephyria His tone was somehow sarcastic, but his actions were affectionate. He reached out to stroke his cheek, gently massage his earlobe, or play with his hair. Seo Jeong-won was troubled because he couldn’t guess Kwon Tae-hee’s mood.
“I know you’re busy, but could you drop by just once…?”
“As Seo Jeong-won knows, my obligation is to cover the costs for Seo Gyu-won, and the Pheromone is purely out of my goodwill… Honestly, I’m also uneasy that he reacted to my Pheromone.”
His words, delivered quietly and without emotion, were cold. Seo Jeong-won was also disappointed by his actions, cutting him off without hesitation.
For Seo Gyu-won to react to Pheromone was close to a miracle, and it probably meant he loved Kwon Tae-hee that much.
He seemed unwilling to take on troublesome and annoying tasks. He was refusing unkindly, disguised with a kind tone.
“I don’t feel like it. To be honest, I don’t know why I have to go that far.”
At the gentle voice, Seo Jeong-won lowered his head. What more could he say to make him show goodwill or generosity? The hand that had flowed from his cheek to his earlobe, then down the back of his neck, gripped his shoulder.
“Why don’t you try asking me properly? In a way that makes me want to listen. I feel like you’re relying too much on my goodwill.”
A deep gaze reached him. Seo Jeong-won glanced behind Kwon Tae-hee and moved closer to him. It would be easier if he just told him what to do.
“I… I don’t really know what to do to make you listen. If you tell me…”
“Shall we kiss?”
“Now, here?”
“You don’t want to?”
There was no regret in the languidly asked question. Rather, Seo Jeong-won became anxious at the implication of ‘if not, then forget it’. The hand that had been holding his body released him, and anxiety spread like wildfire.
“Shall we stop here?”
Kwon Tae-hee’s voice was indifferent as he casually checked his watch. Without realizing it, Seo Jeong-won’s hand moved to grab Kwon Tae-hee, who was about to turn away.
At the questioning look, Seo Jeong-won stood on tiptoe. There was no particular expectation or tension in the light chestnut-colored eyes. He braved the embarrassment and kissed him.
He had said he was too busy to spare any time, but as if fatigue and exhaustion were someone else’s problem, their touching lips were softer than velvet.
He gently pressed his lips to the skin, which had no chapped marks, lingered for a moment, and then slowly pulled away. Kwon Tae-hee closed his eyes as if telling him to do more.
Gathering his squeezed-out courage, he kissed him again, sucking on the soft flesh. He couldn’t bring himself to bite, so he nibbled at his lips.
He pushed his tongue into the gap that had been opened with a laugh. How did he do it again? He didn’t really remember.
He awkwardly stirred Kwon Tae-hee’s mouth, poking his tongue here and there. He thought he had sucked on it like this, but it was too difficult to push it in further.
Only the flesh moved a little; he wasn’t responding to the kiss. “Pfft,” Kwon Tae-hee’s lips parted slightly with a ticklish breath. He murmured without completely pulling away.
“I won’t suspect you’ve been seeing someone else.”
“…Pardon?”
“You’re really… terrible at kissing.”
The hand that held his cheek pulled his head up. He opened his mouth, listening to the quiet voice that murmured, ‘I thought I taught you’.
A sweet tongue pushed in. It brushed against his teeth, touched every corner of his mucous membrane, and then repeatedly retreated and returned. It scratched his palate and rubbed against his awkwardly stiff tongue as if trying to seduce it.
A groan escaped him at the pouring Pheromone. Kwon Tae-hee pulled his waist closer and hugged him at the moan that resonated in his throat.
“Hng, ugh…”
The kiss deepened relentlessly. Kwon Tae-hee’s hand dug into his clothes and rubbed his bare skin. He sucked on his tongue so hard that the root of his tongue felt numb, and then took all of his saliva.
He thought they had been kissing for a few minutes, exchanging hot breaths and sweet saliva, but when he pulled his lips away, time had passed as if someone had cut it out.
“I want to do a little more.”
“…Pardon?”
Seo Jeong-won, looking up at Kwon Tae-hee with a dazed expression, blinked, not immediately understanding his words. He belatedly realized what it meant and rubbed his hot cheeks.
“…There’s no, no space for that here.”
Seo Jeong-won reached out a trembling hand and grabbed Kwon Tae-hee. He was afraid he would hear him say he was leaving. Kwon Tae-hee, realizing his feelings, smoothly curved his beautiful lips.
Their lips met again. Kwon Tae-hee, grabbing the hand that was pushing against his chest, pressed his lips along his jawline and murmured softly.
“I didn’t feel like it, but I’m starting to feel like I should help you a little.”
At those words, he could no longer refuse. Seo Jeong-won stared at Kwon Tae-hee’s smile, which was more beautiful than a flower, and then closed his eyes.
* * *
The act flowed naturally. The rusty table made an unpleasant creaking sound every time Kwon Tae-hee leaned back against it.
Seo Jeong-won trembled, not knowing what to do with the Pheromone and pleasure. He hugged the willingly leaning upper body and muffled his voice.
“As Seo Jeong-won requested, to have a Pheromone shower…”
“Hngh… Hngh…!”
“It would be better to move the ward.”
“Ah—! Yes… Ugh.”
Seo Jeong-won covered his mouth at the violent movement. It felt like the sound would keep leaking out.
“Let me hear it. Don’t block it.”
“Someone, hng, oh… might come. Ah! Just a little, hngh, slower…”
His small face shook from side to side. Kwon Tae-hee’s movements became rougher as he kissed the lips that were complaining that it was too hard or too fast, as if swallowing them. Smack, creak, crack. The moist friction echoed through the garden.
When the steel table left red marks and scratches on his delicate skin, Kwon Tae-hee changed his position. In an instant, his toes, which had been on the floor, lifted.
“Ah! Ah…!”
He braced his arms to raise his upper body, but his strength drained away at the insertion that was deeply embedded and gave him a tingling sensation as if he had been electrocuted.
Kwon Tae-hee grabbed Seo Jeong-won’s collapsing waist and spurred on his movements.
Seo Jeong-won cried and trembled at the overwhelming Pheromone and extreme pleasure. His vision was blurry.
He didn’t know if it was because of the tears that kept flowing, or because of the Pheromone. What was entering him became a little harder. He realized that he was about to come. Kwon Tae-hee groaned lowly at the force that was naturally entering him.
“Hng, yes…, ah—! Too, deep. Ah, it hurts!”
Seo Jeong-won’s hand, which had been shaking as he grabbed the table, reached out behind him. He pushed against Kwon Tae-hee’s lower abdomen and shook his head.
Kwon Tae-hee only stared at Seo Jeong-won’s face, without adjusting the depth or speed.
The constricting inner walls were different from before. It pulled him in as if trying to suck him into a deeper place. It was narrow, wet, and hot.
Kwon Tae-hee bent down and kissed his soaked eyes. His cock, which had dug deep, rammed into a place where it caught. Seo Jeong-won could only move his lips without making a sound.
A choking sound pierced his ears. The jet-black pupils, which had been shining like jewels, became clouded. His lips trembled, and then he dropped his head.
“Shall I cum?”
“Hngh, yes… Please, quickly.”
“Where would you like me to cum?”
“Inside… Hng, cum inside me.”
At the pleading words, Kwon Tae-hee thrust his waist in small bursts. He persistently touched the end of his softened organ and cummed deeply.
Seo Jeong-won groaned, feeling his lower abdomen become hot and wet. As Kwon Tae-hee slowly inserted and withdrew his waist, the sticky semen gushed out when he pulled out the buried penis.
The reddish hole was not completely closed. The sight of it smeared with semen like cream was erotic.
Kwon Tae-hee rummaged through the jacket he had casually hung on the chair and took out a handkerchief. He supported his trembling body, made him spread his legs, and lowered his upper body, causing Seo Jeong-won to open his eyes in surprise.
“I’ll…”
“Seo Jeong-won can’t see, can he? It’s not like you have eyes in the back of your head.”
While Kwon Tae-hee was wiping his lower body himself, Seo Jeong-won had to overcome the feeling that he was about to faint from shame. He felt beyond self-loathing and disgusted by the fact that he had ended up doing it in the garden.
“All done.”
The hand that was pulling up his fallen pants trembled. Kwon Tae-hee reached out as he watched him fumble without being able to button them.
He took away the fingers that were loosely holding the round button and instead tidied up his clothes.
He stared at his face, which looked suspicious compared to his somewhat neat appearance, and opened his mouth with a smile.
“I’ll give it to you, the Pheromone shower.”
“…Thank you.”
“But Seo Jeong-won has to receive my Pheromone as well, so let’s do it in the same space.”
“…Pardon?”
Seo Jeong-won, not immediately understanding Kwon Tae-hee’s words, wore a blank expression.
“I said we’re moving the ward. Didn’t you hear me properly because you were having sex earlier?”
“Ah, the ward… But, I don’t really understand what that means.”
Seo Jeong-won’s eyebrows furrowed at the cracking voice. Kwon Tae-hee’s fingers, which had been holding his flushed cheeks, gently rubbed his furrowed brow.