By Zephyria 
Lee-eum, drying his wet hair, was startled to see Choi Won-joon working on his laptop in the living room. He had his bangs down and was wearing glasses, unlike usual, but the problem wasn’t that—it was the T-shirt he was wearing. The shirt with the teddy bear on it seemed new, but it was so small that it felt like he had crammed his body into it.
Where does he keep buying things like that to wear? Is he trying to be funny on purpose?
Lee-eum shook his head and made a cup of coffee before heading to the bedroom.
“If you’ve washed up, come here. I’ll give you a compress.”
“Don’t worry about me and get to work. I’ll take care of myself.”
Choi Won-joon didn’t even pretend to listen, got up from his seat, went to the kitchen, and soon came back with a compress heated in the microwave. Then, he sat Lee-eum on the sofa, had him stretch out his legs, and wrapped the compress around his ankle.
“Tell me if it’s too hot.”
Then, his eyes traveled from Lee-eum’s toes, up his calves, thighs, and even more intimate places. “Wearing shorts, huh?” He raised his head, and when their eyes met, Won-joon asked casually, “You’d curse at me if I asked to do it, right?”
Lee-eum immediately grabbed a cushion and threw it. Choi Won-joon caught it as if to show off, then patted it out and placed it behind him. Every time he moved, his muscles rippled, and the more they did, the more the T-shirt bothered him. The teddy bear’s face was getting wider and wider, on the verge of bursting.
“That T-shirt… where did you buy it?”
“I ordered it online, but is it a little small?”
“It’s not just a little….”
“Cute?”
“It’s hideous, take it off….”
“Alright, then.” No sooner had he finished speaking than Choi Won-joon whipped off his shirt. It was so small that the fabric made a tearing sound as he took it off. He neatly folded the shirt and placed it on the table.
Judging by his actions, you’d think he’d just toss it anywhere, but he always neatly arranged his clothes like that. At least he wouldn’t be exhausting to live with if he got married, he suddenly thought, and almost slapped himself.
Crazy. What do I care if Choi Won-joon gets married or not?
“Don’t stand around shirtless… go inside and put something on….”
“Why? It’s cool and nice.”
Lee-eum’s eyes went to the scar on Choi Won-joon’s abdomen. The surgical site had healed a lot, but the scar remained. He felt sorry because it seemed to be because of him, but on the other hand, he was relieved that it had stopped there. Then their eyes met, and feeling awkward, he looked away and changed the subject.
“Want some ice cream?”
As he tried to get up, Choi Won-joon sat him back down, went to the refrigerator, and brought back two Jjuba bars he had just bought, cutting off the tops with scissors. As Lee-eum sucked on the cut part, Choi Won-joon looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“Why are you eating that?”
“You have to eat this part first with Jjuba bars.”
Choi Won-joon offered him his end to eat as well. It felt like he was disposing of leftovers, but he sucked on it because he didn’t want to waste it. Then, Choi Won-joon, who had been staring intently, said one thing.
“You suck well.”
“…….”
“Want to suck on something else?”
When Kim Yi-eum looked at the scissors in front of him, Choi Won-joon quickly moved them out of reach. Still not feeling safe, he covered them with a newspaper that was nearby. As he shifted to fix his uncomfortable position, the compress fell to the floor, and Won-joon placed Lee-eum’s leg on his thigh and secured the compress.
“The adhesive isn’t as strong as I thought.”
“It’s because I’ve used it for a long time.”
Because he used his body a lot, he often got injured and fell asleep at home while using a compress. Team Leader Oh said that the longer you lived as a violent crimes detective, the more your bones would suffer, and there was some truth to that.
Choi Won-joon subtly touched Lee-eum’s shin, then put his hand inside and massaged his calf. He should have told him to take it away immediately, but it felt good. It felt so good that he wanted more. Honestly, he thought it was much better than the massage chair that Choi Won-joon had brought and placed on one side without permission. While he was spacing out, he massaged the other leg as well.
“Does it feel good?”
When he nodded, his hand gradually moved up and tickled the inside of his knee.
“Did you know? There are people whose erogenous zone is here.”
He was slowly starting to rev up, so he prepared to run away, but Choi Won-joon lifted his leg without warning and brought his lips to the back of his knee. Before he could even ask what he was doing, he licked that area persistently with his tongue. As his tongue brushed against the tender skin, Lee-eum struggled to raise his upper body.
“Wait, just a minute!”
He let go of his leg and naturally climbed on top, and Lee-eum realized that he was erect. Just from being licked behind the knee. When he pushed his shoulder to get him off, Choi Won-joon pressed his body against him and rubbed his face against his neck.
“Let’s just do it once. Huh?”
“Is that why you came? You said you’d be nice? You said you’d try?”
“I’ll just be a bad bastard.”
“…….”
“Ah, I’m a fucking bad son of a bitch. Is that good enough?”
This crazy…. He changes his promises like flipping a pancake. Before he could even curse, he accurately aligned his lower body and rubbed it up and down. His erect cock was pressed and felt like it was about to burst, but his body was so hot that he couldn’t even think straight.
His reason was telling him to push him away, but his body was chasing after desire, making him go crazy. Knowing that, Choi Won-joon’s lips curled up slightly. As if he had been waiting, he lifted his shirt and caressed his chest. He massaged it with his hands, licked it with his tongue, scratched his nipples with his front teeth, flicked them, and did all sorts of things, eventually biting them lightly.
Lee-eum felt pain and pleasure at the same time and suppressed a moan.
“It hurts… don’t bite….”
When he grabbed his shoulder, he only raised his eyes to look up. His eyes were full of heat, and his lips were glistening with saliva. The movements were connected as naturally as flowing water and went down, and after taking off his pants and underwear, he bit Lee-eum’s cock.
His head moved up and down, and as his cock repeatedly entered and exited his mouth, a sense of ejaculation rushed in rapidly. He scratched the surface of the sofa with his fingernails to try to hold back somehow, but without realizing it, a groan leaked out of his mouth.
As he arched his back and prepared to ejaculate, Choi Won-joon grabbed the shaft and shook it, bringing his face closer. A moment later, his semen spurted onto his face several times, and Lee-eum breathed heavily, reaching climax several times.
Lee-eum, who had been panting, belatedly discovered that Choi Won-joon’s face was covered in semen and was disgusted, raising his upper body. He hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe it off, but he licked what was on his lips and ate it.
“You know what? Your jizz is sweeter than ice cream.”
He told him not to talk nonsense and come here, and he obediently held out his face. Even though he deliberately scrubbed it with a tissue, he didn’t complain. Instead, Choi Won-joon lowered his hand and brought it to his hole. His fingers went in more easily than before, and as he rotated his wrist and stimulated the inside, a squelching sound could be heard.
“It’s definitely getting wet faster.”
It felt strange to spread his legs while sitting and receive his fingers. When he pushed him away to stop, Choi Won-joon swallowed his lips, pushed his shoulder, knocked him over, and climbed on top. Then, a thick mass of flesh, not a finger, was rubbed against his entrance.
Lee-eum urgently grabbed Choi Won-joon’s arm to stop him.
“Get a condom.”
“Please, just for today,”
“No. I don’t want to.”
He coaxed him with sweet words, promising that he would never cum inside, but Kim Yi-eum absolutely refused. Choi Won-joon grumbled and brought a condom. Seeing him bring the entire box of condoms, Lee-eum had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Choi Won-joon tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth and smiled like a devil.
“We’re going to use all of these and die today, huh?”
“I’m telling you clearly, just once, ah!”
Won-joon put on the condom, brought it to his hole, and then applied force. His insides felt tight as if he was being forcibly opened. The pressure was so intense that he reached out to stop him for a moment, but he intertwined their fingers, kissed the back of his hand, and then entered.
“Ah, it hurts….”
“Hah, me too. My cock hurts like it’s about to burst. Can’t you relax?”
While he was still not used to it, Won-joon leaned forward and kissed him. He stirred his tongue mindlessly, taking his soul away, and then pushed up his hips. Lee-eum bit down hard on his molars in pain. When would he ever get used to this sensation? As he panted and gasped for breath, Won-joon brushed his hair back and soothed him.
“Just bear with it a little longer.”
“Is there, still more left?”
“Yeah.”
After putting it all in, his insides were filled with cock. Won-joon hugged Lee-eum, buried his face in his neck, and slowly moved his hips. His breathing was rough. Every part that rubbed felt like it was electrified, and that soon spread throughout his entire body. Lee-eum instinctively hugged Won-joon’s neck tightly.
That’s strange. Why do I smell Choi Won-joon’s Pheromone scent?
Why? It’s not even heat cycle right now. Even if it was heat cycle, it shouldn’t feel this strong. Was it always this good? I want to smell more. More, more!
Unable to overcome the impulse, Lee-eum buried his nose in Choi Won-joon’s neck and inhaled repeatedly, and later licked that area with his tongue. The cock inside grew bigger, and Choi Won-joon soon stared down at his face. His expression and eyes were somehow strange.
“You….”